By Lee Yun Ning (17A01E)
Amidst our hectic school schedules, you may have heard faint tunes drifting from the canteen during your breaks. Your first thought might be that the canteen speakers are actually working properly, but upon walking closer you will realize that this music is coming from buskers, live from the canteen walkway.
Continue reading “Tips Needed – Singapore’s Busking Culture”
By Noor Adilah (17S06B), with guest writer Samira Hassan (17S05A)
We all know what the Singapore story is about. We are clear about the concepts it stands for: the buzzwords of modernity, progress, and global hub are amongst the many associations the average Singaporean can rattle off.
It is a Singaporean thing – until it isn’t.
By Ernest Lee (17A01A)
DISCLAIMER: I support Crystal Palace Football Club.
Call me plastic. The first time I really enjoyed a local game was May 10, 2016. Tampines Rovers played Selangor in an Asian Football Confederation Group Stage match, winning just 1-0. The local team is most famous for signing Jermaine Pennant, ex-Liverpool winger, just this year: the most expensive player for a local club, but still a 70% pay cut from his previous team. Since then, I have considered myself a fan of the team too.
But the nagging voice at the back of my head reminding me I support Crystal Palace first and foremost disturbs me. Why do I feel more connected to a club 10,841 kilometers away, considered to be a second-rate team by many, than a local team I have cheered on multiple times?
Continue reading “Saving the S.League: Confessions of a Tampines Rovers Fan”
By Joan Ang (17A01B)
A few weeks ago, my 13-year-old brother came home from school crying. When my parents asked him why, he choked out the phrase, “my senior called me retarded,” and vanished into his room.
My brother has a learning disorder.
Of course, his senior couldn’t possibly have known this when he said those words, but the experience does call to mind some things that I have heard in my past eight months at RI. From my first days in January, I’ve heard slurs thrown around in casual conversation like nobody’s business—a real culture shock in contrast to my secondary school days.
By Bryan Ling (17S06C)
There’s this field next to the MRT station near where I live. It’s pretty nondescript as fields go – no trees, no defining features, just a flat plain of grass stretching out for an unimpressive few hundred metres or so. Save for the yearly pasar malam, the only activity it sees is the occasional impromptu picnic group and kite-fliers.
