To celebrate National Day we took a walk along the Kranji disused railway line. We were a little late and so ended up trying to catch up. But later on we finally reached Ten Mile Junction. I am totally impressed with the wee ones who made it for 8 km!
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| Finally - airconditioning and lime juice |
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| With Chew Keng Kiat from the BB group |
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| Mila in Little India |
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| Falling in love with fabric! |
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| And there was so much of love |
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| Goofy Ghin |
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| What a star! |
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| Chow time! |
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| Paper thosai |
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| Thali |
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| The night life in Little India |
I am really afraid of falling out of love with the places which I love in Singapore. Little India is one of these. The things which place a place special are the invisible web - the feeling. The years of story which have accrued, the character of the place. This only happens when people are allowed to seep into a place, to imbue it with their own uniqueness...not when everything becomes a soulless, monetary enterprise. Money is a means to an end. What is that end?
Serangoon Road is now too crowded - to busy - as people hurtle INTO you as they walk past. This is not a phenomena unique to Serangoon Road. It is also true of Chinatown and any part within the Central Buysiness District. Sentosa is lost forever. The things which I loved about Singapore, the small pretty places are slowly, matrix like being erased, disappearing. Only the materialistic exterior will be left, an empty carapace with a noisy, empty interior.
One day I will return to Singapore and know nothing of this place any longer, because there will be nothing left to know. I hope I am wrong, I want to be wrong.
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