Lessons from a loaf of bread
Before attending a GST briefing with my classmates, I dropped by the famous Wu Pao Chun Bakery at City Hall.
The time our media briefing became a pop quiz
We were elated when we finally secured a response from a government agency. In fact, they invited us to a briefing!
We don’t call the police. We just sue
It was the second week of the Covid-19 outbreak in Singapore, yet a sizeable crowd had gathered by the pool waiting for their MP ...
The time I was accused of invading my neighbours’ privacy
A booming voice interrupted my interview. I had gone to my ward’s meet-the-people session to suss out the sort of problems people bring...
Chee Soon Juan’s words over my abandoned phone
It was my first time reporting on a court case. We were at the High Court, assigned to cover the Singapore Democratic Party’s appeal...
To be a reporter means to learn to stalk
We sat at a bus stop in Bedok, unsure of how to proceed with our assignment. Madam had told us to tag along with the Workers’ Party (WP)...
Did we just get spied on?
He typed away on his phone, constantly stealing glances at our table. I didn’t know at first, until I noticed my classmate Alvina...
This political party has a band
The reporters stared, slack-jawed, at the men on stage. Guitars were slung over their bodies — two electric, one acoustic. A fourth man...