Sometimes life always has its turns that no one ever expects, and after the conversation I had with Oswin a few seconds ago, I think this premonition and idealogy of my is more real than ever. I guess life really is a rollercoaster, you never know what's coming your way. The tiredness as you're ascending that damn it slow slope, or the coveted, crazy, hair-raising, exhilarating rush down those monster tracks. Our lives are unexpecting and unknowing.
Today I reminisced about the seedling days in Chinatown with Mas while taking the blardy slow 969. It's like that area holds so much memories and good days that sometimes I wonder what the heck am I doing in gawdy Admiralty. Maybe if I ever move to the East Coast area I will think back of the good old days in Admiralty where I hanged out at the Mississippi playground with fellow primarians and going to like See Han's house to chill out for nets and stuff (I think I'll still come back to Admiralty for Net, its where my church life boomed).
Thinking of the old neighbours (most of them probably dead by now although I still remember this really nice old man who had like tonnes of birds), the no-lifts, the coffee shops, the hawker centres, the charsiew, the chinese life, the cantonese everywhere, the atmosphere, the tang ren jie. I still get that deja vu and yearning to return into the past or at least join the present (the result of that yearned past) everytime I pass by the Tanjong Pagar, Chinatown and Outram Park area. The culture and everything, is just so commercialised now, everyone trying to erase and wipe out. I mean now my mother's home where she grew up in is now torn to make room for the alleged tallest HDB flat in Singapore Pinnacle@Duxton. And my old house was demolished for some business building.
And all sorts of crappy renovations here and there. And with each reopening, each "newing", new renovated area, new design, new architecture, we are wiping out the culture and memories of our past. Or at least the concerned's past.
I mean this is not just some cheesy Chinatown love story or some Weng's weird Outram Park affair. I mean this concerns my childhood. Roots. And almost a tenth of my life.
The cultural stuff, the memories are like erased. Just oh so recently the People's Park Complex got renovated. And that was like my favourite hawker centre in Singapore and everywhere. And now its gonna be like completely stranger-rised and weird-ised. All that from young stuff is gone forever. The only place I can sorta connect to cuz everything else is gone is gonna be gone too now.
Shit, I'm just so immersed in this childhood thing. I mean I only stayed in Chinatown till I was four. What right do I have to all these rants right?
But I remember okay. It's not just vague memories but I can actually see them in my brain. Sigh.
I guess life is never a highway. You never get to see where you're going.
That song is nice anyway =)
Grammar errors and all that cheesy English stuff please forgive!
Today I reminisced about the seedling days in Chinatown with Mas while taking the blardy slow 969. It's like that area holds so much memories and good days that sometimes I wonder what the heck am I doing in gawdy Admiralty. Maybe if I ever move to the East Coast area I will think back of the good old days in Admiralty where I hanged out at the Mississippi playground with fellow primarians and going to like See Han's house to chill out for nets and stuff (I think I'll still come back to Admiralty for Net, its where my church life boomed).
Thinking of the old neighbours (most of them probably dead by now although I still remember this really nice old man who had like tonnes of birds), the no-lifts, the coffee shops, the hawker centres, the charsiew, the chinese life, the cantonese everywhere, the atmosphere, the tang ren jie. I still get that deja vu and yearning to return into the past or at least join the present (the result of that yearned past) everytime I pass by the Tanjong Pagar, Chinatown and Outram Park area. The culture and everything, is just so commercialised now, everyone trying to erase and wipe out. I mean now my mother's home where she grew up in is now torn to make room for the alleged tallest HDB flat in Singapore Pinnacle@Duxton. And my old house was demolished for some business building.
And all sorts of crappy renovations here and there. And with each reopening, each "newing", new renovated area, new design, new architecture, we are wiping out the culture and memories of our past. Or at least the concerned's past.
I mean this is not just some cheesy Chinatown love story or some Weng's weird Outram Park affair. I mean this concerns my childhood. Roots. And almost a tenth of my life.
The cultural stuff, the memories are like erased. Just oh so recently the People's Park Complex got renovated. And that was like my favourite hawker centre in Singapore and everywhere. And now its gonna be like completely stranger-rised and weird-ised. All that from young stuff is gone forever. The only place I can sorta connect to cuz everything else is gone is gonna be gone too now.
Shit, I'm just so immersed in this childhood thing. I mean I only stayed in Chinatown till I was four. What right do I have to all these rants right?
But I remember okay. It's not just vague memories but I can actually see them in my brain. Sigh.
I guess life is never a highway. You never get to see where you're going.
That song is nice anyway =)
Grammar errors and all that cheesy English stuff please forgive!
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