Yesterday meet up with Oldbeng and Monk for lunch, left home at 1145 hrs, took a bus to Orchard buy a newspaper and read along the way, I was so engrossed on the paper and miss the alighting bus stop, heng ah only 1 stop, got to walk back from Paterson Road to Far East Plaza through Wheellock Shaw Centre and over the bridge.
Hee, hee I'm late by 15 mins (appointment at 1 pm) seated and chit chat about officer matter, international issue and others, etc...... After lunch about 2.15, then I recalled today TOTO 2.8 millions, must invest some and try. From Far East to Tang and we seperated from Oldbeng, he go back to work and I and Monk turn left toward somewhere centrepoint area where Monk work. Along the way I asked Monk for Singaporepools outlet, he only know near his working place, ok shall look around then.
On the way, we talk about office politics, human attitute and behavious and so on so on. Reached his work place where he show the outlet, I walk in and bet $5 quickpick, from there we seperated and I was thinking, hell what and where should I go from here and it's about 2.30pm, no plan, no direction, just keep walking toward National Library.
On the way, see see look look and thinking, wa, many years never walk along Orchard area, most of the time is reach a place, finish my business and left the area, so today have the time to measure Orchard road liao, at my speed in no time I will reach National Library so I walk into a few shopping and roam about (window shopping only).
From CentrePoint to Singapure Plaza even Dhoby Station, I turn left into Princep Road to Selegie Singaporepools HQ, hee hee bet again $5 quickpick, turn back out to S.A.M (Singapore Art Museum) then to National Library, walk in look for some book references, I think I am lazy to read and search, just for the aircon maybe, 30 mins later came out it about 4 pm and sit by the sidewalk outside library near the traffic juncton and smoke a cigarette.
Next, Bugis Junction, from library across the road another Cheer outlet $5 again, then cross over to Bugie, roam 1 round and head opposite to the other side to Kwan Yin temple pray pray, then to another outlet at Fu Lu Shou $5 again, from there I head down to Arab Street area, after Blanco Court, there's few resturant selling Nasi Briyani, I heard alot of yelling and shouting, wondering is it fighting or what then I noticed the waiter was standing at the first lane of the road shouting, hell messy and cause those driving have to "siam" them to avoid accident, this is "jiat luck" man and see who lucky loh.
I walk pass and being asked at the corridor from the first shop till the last whether I wanted to eat or packet and I replied them back from first till last "thank you, no", sian leh like that then I cross over to the pasar malam behind the mosque, alot of tourist (ang moh, jepun and hun kok lang) at that time about 5 pm, only few local and quiet a number of beggars begging opposite the store selling foods in that lane, I though the whole lane then must be very pack, lucky only half lane. Feel like buying some food to eat when I saw those displayed, but I wanted to eat "tung yuan" at Beach Road leh, so I walk toward Jln Sultan into Textile Centre, another outlet $5 again.
From there I head to the market, order a bowl of "tung yuan" and enjoy, sms a few of my course mates if they wanted some foods to packet. They want waffles from 1 of the store by the name, The Sweet Stone Parad'Ice at the center lane, they even have website too: www.thesweetstone.com for details and information, It's originated from Belgium, the waffles when you eat dip it into chocolate then eat hmm...... shiok, they also have ice cream flavour(but ice cream got to eat there then shiok), located at Golden Mile Food Centre (the army market) at 01-67, open 1130 am - 9.30 pm (Mon & Wed till 6 pm). I packet 6 pieces and walk to my course center at Kallang to attend class at 7 pm.
Well, I do a small walkaton of my own from Orchard Far East Plaza to Kallang and bet $25 on quickpick all in 1 system 7 and 3 ordinary, and I don't feel the tireness at all, yes it's hot out there and I sweat easily and alot, replaced with 2 X 330 ml of mineral water and another H2O in class. See they finish up the waffles in class.
You peoples in class, next time you peoples turn to buy liao and If I do pass by there then I sms to ask.
Oh ya, NOT A SINGLE TICKET STRIKE ANY, NOT EVEN $20 and I invested $25.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Kampong Memory.
Before I write of this story, let me talk about how I had this sentimental memory out of the blue. It was yesterday that after the kick about, it was a soft ground we played on and our boots was stark with those mud dirt, in which we went to wash up at the nearby toilet after the game. I was so engross in my washing, suddenly my kaki took a pail of water and splash it at me and mind you it's not a pail of clean water, it's the mud water after his washing of his boot, wa kaoz, I so lucky get the mud bath.
After the shower and clean up, walking out of the toilet, lighting up a cigarette watching toward the beach where there is peoples playing happyly by the shore and some swimming. My mind stroll back to my childhood day living in the kampong, wa lao, think back, how time fly, it already about 30 years gone.
That time we stayed at Changi area together with my 2nd aunty, it's about 15 mins drive, 35 mins walk (short cut) and 20 mins cycle (also short cut) to the beach. During then, we use to go to the beach every weekend, sometime Saturday and Sunday for beach activities or family day, funny we never get tire of the beach, no doubt there is rubbish, oily patch and funny things floating around, we still enjoy ourself, you know lah kampong life is they go everywhere in a big group. My uncle was a lorry driver, oh yes he's is our "Ahmad" every weekend, those adults (during my childhood) will bring along CARD, yes CARD and straw map to enjoy the seaview, most important is the gambling, oh yes almost the whole kampong peoples know how to gamble (that's why I'm a big time gambler at one stage, number la, horse la, card la, mahjong and even sports).
After few years as my dad was transfer to his company HQ, my mum was also thinking that it's time to change environment and we shifted to stay with my 4th aunty at Eunos area, my grandpa and grandma also stay there, it's a kampong also but very far far away from the beach, a house that catered for many family living under one roof, I'm not so familiar with that area in the beginning, so I use to cycle out to recce for fun spot and where to play, but to find a beach, well shit luck, it's very far.
During the kampong day we have to store water for cooking, washing, bathing, etc. cause we don't know when the landlord will stop supply, every month there is at least 2-3 times and it took 1 and a half day to resume. That time we (me and my kampong kaki) found a big pond (about the swimming pool size or bigger abit) not far away, so we have more fun then and that's where I learned the proper way how to swim, my time the swimming term we called it, Fish style (free style), frog style (breathe stroke), back stroke and butterfly. The pond is not like the current swimming pool standard in 50 X 25, it's irregular shape and not like 1.2 to 1.8, I really do not know how cheam the pond is and is muddy below, don't have a lifeguard, no handgrid on the four side of the pool, it's grassy and mud. Well, no complaint at least we got a private pool (so claimed).
Every time we went for a swim, we came back half dry half wet, the top dry bottom wet, on the road when we cycle on the bicycle, the water dripping bring lots of attention from the pedestrian, pointing finger la, shaking head la and laughing those kind of things. Well, we're not wetting our pant, it's the pond water and a kind of drainage (you know the longkang) smell sometimes, yak, it's kind of stink. Thinking back, how the hell we tolerate that, search me, I don't understand also.
After a while, 10 mins or so I guess, my kicking kaki finished washing called me and we all walk off to go for a drink at East point (NTUC resort) food court. They asked me what was I thinking watching the beach, got swee cha bor in bikini is it, how come never tell them to share share the view, I told them no la, just thinking of childhood times as most of them (my age group)also living in kampond before but not those younger one and we share the story of our memory with the young one.
Well peoples, this is some small part of my life living in the kampongs, thinking back feel good and kind of weird cause alot of times, things we do and done drive up happy moment and don't worry of the situation, up till now I still don't really understand why we do such things in our childhood, never worry of the danger or illnesses that will strike us and we are still very healthy that time, is this so call the "Tu Shen Tu Yang" I don't know, beats me.
Ok, will try some recalling of my memory again and my oversea stay and blog some fun. Anyway I stayed in 3 kampongs during my childhood times, now getting old liao and memory lost replacing with the new generation upgrading and technologies, tough leh.
After the shower and clean up, walking out of the toilet, lighting up a cigarette watching toward the beach where there is peoples playing happyly by the shore and some swimming. My mind stroll back to my childhood day living in the kampong, wa lao, think back, how time fly, it already about 30 years gone.
That time we stayed at Changi area together with my 2nd aunty, it's about 15 mins drive, 35 mins walk (short cut) and 20 mins cycle (also short cut) to the beach. During then, we use to go to the beach every weekend, sometime Saturday and Sunday for beach activities or family day, funny we never get tire of the beach, no doubt there is rubbish, oily patch and funny things floating around, we still enjoy ourself, you know lah kampong life is they go everywhere in a big group. My uncle was a lorry driver, oh yes he's is our "Ahmad" every weekend, those adults (during my childhood) will bring along CARD, yes CARD and straw map to enjoy the seaview, most important is the gambling, oh yes almost the whole kampong peoples know how to gamble (that's why I'm a big time gambler at one stage, number la, horse la, card la, mahjong and even sports).
After few years as my dad was transfer to his company HQ, my mum was also thinking that it's time to change environment and we shifted to stay with my 4th aunty at Eunos area, my grandpa and grandma also stay there, it's a kampong also but very far far away from the beach, a house that catered for many family living under one roof, I'm not so familiar with that area in the beginning, so I use to cycle out to recce for fun spot and where to play, but to find a beach, well shit luck, it's very far.
During the kampong day we have to store water for cooking, washing, bathing, etc. cause we don't know when the landlord will stop supply, every month there is at least 2-3 times and it took 1 and a half day to resume. That time we (me and my kampong kaki) found a big pond (about the swimming pool size or bigger abit) not far away, so we have more fun then and that's where I learned the proper way how to swim, my time the swimming term we called it, Fish style (free style), frog style (breathe stroke), back stroke and butterfly. The pond is not like the current swimming pool standard in 50 X 25, it's irregular shape and not like 1.2 to 1.8, I really do not know how cheam the pond is and is muddy below, don't have a lifeguard, no handgrid on the four side of the pool, it's grassy and mud. Well, no complaint at least we got a private pool (so claimed).
Every time we went for a swim, we came back half dry half wet, the top dry bottom wet, on the road when we cycle on the bicycle, the water dripping bring lots of attention from the pedestrian, pointing finger la, shaking head la and laughing those kind of things. Well, we're not wetting our pant, it's the pond water and a kind of drainage (you know the longkang) smell sometimes, yak, it's kind of stink. Thinking back, how the hell we tolerate that, search me, I don't understand also.
After a while, 10 mins or so I guess, my kicking kaki finished washing called me and we all walk off to go for a drink at East point (NTUC resort) food court. They asked me what was I thinking watching the beach, got swee cha bor in bikini is it, how come never tell them to share share the view, I told them no la, just thinking of childhood times as most of them (my age group)also living in kampond before but not those younger one and we share the story of our memory with the young one.
Well peoples, this is some small part of my life living in the kampongs, thinking back feel good and kind of weird cause alot of times, things we do and done drive up happy moment and don't worry of the situation, up till now I still don't really understand why we do such things in our childhood, never worry of the danger or illnesses that will strike us and we are still very healthy that time, is this so call the "Tu Shen Tu Yang" I don't know, beats me.
Ok, will try some recalling of my memory again and my oversea stay and blog some fun. Anyway I stayed in 3 kampongs during my childhood times, now getting old liao and memory lost replacing with the new generation upgrading and technologies, tough leh.
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