Saturday, December 11, 2004
It has been ten years since I've been to this place, and ten years is a very long time. I can hardly recognise anything anymore after all the upgrading and new buildings seem to have sprouted where there was nothing before. And yet, wandering through this maze of new sights and going deep into the heart of the nest of HDB blocks, familiar things spring out at me like playful children trying to startle innocent passerbys.
The funny blue and orange tiles I remembered from the path towards the medical clinic, still incongrous with everything else in the neighbourhood.
The old bakery still filled with the most wonderful warm smell of years upon years of baking bread, a lovely smell that has probably been absorbed by the surroundings, and still sells bread that looks and smells exactly the same.
It's been ten years seince I've been here, and though I can't recognise/find a thing from the outside, my memories of the places inside as they were blink like steady red landmarks in the lifting haze of my amnesia. The perspective of a twenty-year-old is so different from what I remembered. Everything just seems so claustrophobic, so cramped. And the bits I remember seem to have been grafted on artificially to some strange place - totally weird feeling.
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