Does the title seems a bit emo? Probably. I went back to the area which i grew up when i was in primary school- secondary school, around the age where everyone still listens to their parents.
The affectionate place is at Jurong West, around St 91~92, I grew up at block 92x.
Firstly, of cos, i visited my old flat, and it was now occupied by a Malay family.
Walking along the coffee shops of Jurong West St 91, almost all the eateries have changed owner as far as i recalled. However, some of the shops still remained from my memories.
Like the medical hall has been there since i moved there. The POSB bank, (i thought it has closed!), the small stationary shop, some of the bread shops and 2 of the clinics. Which their business are still thriving.
The old Macdonald disappeared and has been replaced by another coffeeshop. First time i saw that a Macdonald franchise closed down.
There was no City Harvest Church when i was living there nor was there a flea market. Even the buses to go there had changed. Previously, i used to take bus 242 and 99 to go there. Now 242 has changed route and 241 is the replacing bus number to go there.
To reminish the olden days, i ate pratas (Indian Pancakes) at the 1st coffeeshop. The 1st, 2nd, 3rd coffeeshop is named based on their distance from my house. the 1st is the nearest and the 3rd is the furthest.
To end the trip, i specially took bus 99 with my gf back to clementi. A long journey certainly. The journey and bus which i took to visit my grandma when i was much younger!
Try going back to the area you lived when you are young. I am sure that memories will just flow back!
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