The Embrace of Family
Christmas in Petaling Jaya has always felt like a beautiful, organized chaos in our home on Tropicana. I’m Alvin, and this year, it felt even more profound. It’s not just the scent of pine and roast turkey; it’s the mingled…
Christmas in Petaling Jaya has always felt like a beautiful, organized chaos in our home on Tropicana. I’m Alvin, and this year, it felt even more profound. It’s not just the scent of pine and roast turkey; it’s the mingled…

So, I was just thinking about how we do things back in Kampung Losong… it’s been like two generations now, way before the roads were even paved or anything. My dad still gets up super early with the birds to…

I grew up watching my father, Mr. Lim, spend hours in front of that old furnace-like wok, sweat glistening on his brow, the thick smoke curling around him in the roasting room. As a boy, I never understood why he…

I still remember the scent of the morning—earthy, with a hint of horse sweat and smoky grilled corn wafting from nearby stalls. My son’s tiny fingers gripped my calloused hand tightly as we walked into the beating heart of the…

The sky was a deep, glowing amber as the sun dipped behind the paddy fields, casting long shadows across the kampung. The familiar scent of lemongrass, smoke, and the earth after rain hung heavy in the air. After a gruelling…