I used to remember during when I was about 8 years old. There was these satay man who rides on his bicycle and would come to my area. I loved to eat his satay and when he was in the area, he would called out 'Satay, satay.' It was super delicious and I can't find such satay taste in Singapore anymore but probably in Malaysia. I missed the satay man for his satay. (Memory collected at the Sembawang Public Library during "The Singapore Story: My Heart, My Hope, My Home" campaign from 6 Sep to 31 Dec 2012)