0352. ive been a westerner all my life living on this little tiny minuscule island of ours.
only when i've been to the far ends of sengkang, then i realised that there exists wilderness at the outskirts of the estates, roads that end in the middle of nowhere, LRT tracks that run deep into the labyrinth of apartment blocks and out-of-this-world bizarre feeder bus routes that seem to bypass the same landmarks over and over again in a single trip due to grid system city planning.
dont get me wrong, i like sengkang. it's a cosy place albeit faraway from the rest of the island. i could get used to it. the feeling is equivalent to visiting the quaint countryside suburbs of our country, just like where i stay in the west.
but by a large margin, i still prefer living along or near the usual MRT line. the illusion of being disconnected with it makes me feel alienated since i dont drive. yet.
sengkang kinda makes me wonder how things look one stop further up in NEL at punggol. one day, i shall go there just to prove to myself that there are still fishing villages around. save our heritage!
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ahh punggol. i don't think you'll really find fishing villages there though-- just the north, pollution, the marina and the forest-- something like yishun with a few isolated huts perhaps. i've seen the foreign workers walk waist deep through those ponds with their massive leng nets, dredging up fish and crabs. the longkang they call smelly is a good place to fish.
the cool part of punggol is that its wilderness has a dash of sea thrown in as well. but it's prolly not as backwater as i envision it to be...
the foreign worker incident you mentioned goes to show where our heritage went; to the drains!
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