"a place is only a place, when people ascribe meaning to it". i rem this from that module changing landscapes of singapore.. and it stuck in my mind, cos its true, and its meaningful..
last friday, i was taking a lil walk from raffles to marina area.. my favourite place in singapore is this area, near the singapore river. ya the belly-of-the-carp and what have you. its such a unusual place, on one side of the river u see the CBD, and the row of quaint shophouses.. on the other, is the stately colonial buildings.. love to just stroll here. and think of all the times with you.. (referring to yeeng). yeeng do u rem the day we came here to sing? we just sat at the steps of the river and sang for one hour. like drunkards. haha. i dunno why we did that.. but i rem it was a nice evening, and we felt so serene, and peaceful.. and care-less.. i miss u yeeng.
and there's another - this place also reminds me of the times with You...
singapore is really a neat and tidy place. even leaves are not allowed to drop on the ground. but hastily swept away. sometimes this makes it too artificial. grass is trimmed and kept to perfection. makes me long for the wild fields that i used to play in when i was young. nothing too fancy, nothing too tip top. just me making my own daisy chains and blowing dandelions. childhood is so free and easy. now i embark as a graduate. the word itself carries weight.
two trees frame the picture. singapore is very lush, green all year round. even the trunks are green with climbers and parasitic plants. makes the picture frame very interesting indeed.
jooch rem the fullerton. we were running on the road to watch fireworks that night. and in the end we stood at the road divider to watch it. it was so magical wasnt it. the sparkling water with myriad of reflections, the promenade, the spouting merlion, the lights in the sky like stars falling out of the sky, you.
people rave about the avon river.. the river here is not too bad either. just wish we could go punting here. would be really something. wish to go to venice, during their masquerade festival. ahhhh.. anyway what u see there is not a romantic punter. its them cleaning up the river. and no, no weeping willows. but got bent-raintree overlooking the waters instead. not too bad la, ya..
cant see the little fall of yellow flowers on the ground from here. but they were falling like confetti out of the tree, as it shook in the gentle breeze. very pretty indeed. had to sweep my hair too. if not will look quite bimbotic with a yelllow flower perched on my head.
this one. supposed to take the bridge. but ended up taking more of the pavement instead. i wonder how many ppl have sat on this stone bench. did they feel its coldness? what were they thinking of - were they sad, happy, sharing a romantic moment, or contemplating a watery grave?
the esplanade. iconic??? there are one million shots about it. but this angle is special. for its the place that we sit to eat our o-luats. to hear the lapping waves, the low drone of motor boats passing us by, and us, oblivious. how the merlion, seems to eternally gush its neverending stream. and how after that in great excitement we would go to the rooftop to listen to EIC playing outdoors. this place is a place, cos it has meaning to it. to sit and watch the world go by...