The Panji Tales are a cycle of Javanese stories, centred around the legendary prince of the same name from East Java, Indonesia. The main story of Panji tells of the romance between Prince Panji and Princess Kirana; and Panji's search for his long lost bride. Read more in English Wikipedia article.
Adaptations of these stories are found across Southeast Asia in several languages, not only in Indonesia but also in Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia, and Myanmar.
A Malay edition of the story is available from Indonesian Education Ministry site, titled Hikayat Panji Kuda Semirang. I haven't found more modern adaptation to bahasa Indonesia, if any.
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This is very educational for me, as a Malay speaker, since I've always known it more directly as an Indonesian classic, and it always catches me by surprise to encounter other versions of Bengawan Solo: https://youtu.be/FCI7_qhv3Qo
TL;DR 💀 it's due to Japanese imperialism & the post-war colonial longing for their time in Java. And outright textbook cultural appropriation. And now I've had the displeasure of learning that there's a recent play leaning into that nostalgia, it's basically Japanese Miss Saigon 💀 #TootSEA#Indonesia#Japan#imperialism#PlaylistSEA
Being home means breakfast that makes sense to me. (I don’t need to hear about how you can’t imagine eating such a thing, I can’t imagine eating donuts, cereals and fruit for breakfast either! Team savory and spicy breakfast forever)
My all time favorite laksa store in Singapore is Wei Yi in Tanglin Halt. In the Bay Area, Noodle Station in Daly City does one that is very similar (better than the Singaporean and Malaysian Bay Area places doing laksa)
This article is wild. It basically says that 30 something year old rich Singaporeans are buying dozens or more million dollar property with family money.
I went to school with people like this (crazy rich Asians school, as in the book was literally based on their families) and I guess the one time someone saw me withdraw money at an ATM an unironically asked me why I had $16, not $16000 (age 14), makes.. sense now.
The area around Fu Lu Shou Complex in Singapore is a religious Buddhist / Hindu / Taoist hotspot. It's also where you will find many Chinese devotees of Hindu gods.
Lunch time in Singapore: most people eat at 'hawker centres', not restaurants. Hawker centres are open air public spaces where, long ago, street food vendors were brought in from the streets. They ply their trade with better ventilation and sanitation.
Here's a peek into the hawker centre I grew up in. I ate half of my meals here (the other half at home). Hundreds of dishes at US$1-5 each, I miss eating like this.
It was in Vietnam where my husband and I fell in love with coffee. The country's coffee culture is so vibrant, there's practically a coffee stall at every street corner selling strong, delicious "bean water." My favorite concoctions? Ca phe sua da (iced coffee with condensed milk) and ca phe cot dua (coconut coffee).
It’s taken me till my late 30s to understand the impact of growing up autistic in a deeply conformist society.
On the one hand, being autistic shielded me from some of the worst aspects of growing up there (Singapore). Literally not being able to understand society’s unwritten rules makes it hard to follow them. However, there are still social costs of not doing so, and I was probably masking a significant amount.
So whenever I read someone in the west write a recipe that calls for ‘sambal’ and they mean ‘sambal oelek’, I get very irrationally angry. Sambal should NOT be sour. It should not have only vinegar notes. It should arguably not have vinegar at all!
Handmade bags made of locally available materials (this is made of abaca) are my weakness, like this one that has served me for almost a decade now and is still on heavy rotation.