Sir: It has been a privilege to live in your era. Mourning for Mr Lee Kuan Yew.

Freshly and Lovingly Baked on : 28th Mar 2015

LKY plain

Word LKY and Flag

I was rather emotional learning of his death. Growing up in Singapore has been a perfect life for me. I have never know poverty nor fear living in this country. Interestingly, Mr Lee Kuan Yew has been my idol since my younger days. I wonder why. As I looked back, I knew it is because of the gratitude and the beautiful life that he has created for me that caused the younger days infatuation to this man I have never met.

I am fortunate to be born into a family where everything are provided for. I have the chance to travel to quite a number of places at a very young age. As I look back during the years of travel, I remember that each and every time when I landed in Singapore’s changi Airport, I will always be so glad and happy that I am finally home to this place where I can let my guard down and be as free as I can be.

As a teenager, I am a rebellious girl who loves to party. Very often then not, I will end up drank. I know that each and every time, I will be sent home safe and sound by the taxi driver. Complacency has been granted to me by Mr Lee Kuan Yew. I owe my life of safety during the reckless time in my life to him.

I remember this incident in Shenzhen when I am in my teens. I was sipping coke happily and walking across a big bridge. One little chinese girl came over and tug at my dress gently asking, “Big sister, can I have a sip of your coke please?” Those words struck hard and deep in me. I literally lost my joy that very moment. I lost it not because that I have to give up my coke. I lost it because I never knew poverty to this extent. Beggars were rampant in many of the cities which I have visited. Many were begging for food and monies. In Singapore, beggars are not allowed. I totally understand the foresight and the rational only after I have travelled to those lesser privileged cities where beggars populate the streets. In a country that relied a lot on tourism, it is impossible to have beggars populating the streets. I totally get HIS rationale.

Why are there laws to prevent car from exhuming smoke? In many countries which I visit, I see how polluted their cities are. The black smoke that came out from every vehicles in those cities makes you amazed by the foresight of this man. As I watched the many series of speeches that he made, I began to understand this great man even more. The more I listened, the more I felt very regretful and sad that he is gone forever. Singaporean has suffered irreplaceable loss.

I remember that I only voted once in my life thus far. That vote was given to PAP. I will continue to vote for that party as long as I am not raptured.

Thank you Mr Lee for your wisdom that has made Singapore a wonderful home for me. Wherever you are, I hope to meet you after my death. I did not have a chance to bow to you when you are alive, I hope I have the chance when I see you in heaven one day. Thank you Mr Lee. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

These macarons are dedicated to you Mr Lee as I mourned your death.

There are no recipe for these macarons as it did not turn out as good as I want it to be. You can use my past macarons and royal icing recipes in this blog.

Everything here is done free hand. I copied the black ribbon design and traced it onto the baking paper. I have attempted to draw his face but it is really tough since I am hardly artistic!

This is the baking paper template where I pipe the macaronage onto:


LKY Rib and Flag

LKY rib with words

Lky flag Side


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