When the wind rustles through the bamboos, a feeling of melancholy arises within me. Somehow. Even when you are in a good mood.
My old neighbour behind our old house had a clump of bamboo trees in their backyard. You could hear them when the wind blew through them, especially in the deep of the night. Suddenly you were overwhelmed with a feeling of sadness. Such desolation.
Yet I love the sound of wind blowing through bamboo trees.
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So glad that these floor tiles leading to the famous Rochore Bean Curd at Short Street are still around! Unfortunately, when I was there on 10 August, the day after National Day, it was closed. Well, definitely must go another time before it is gone, like so many things. Like the Haw Par Building for example. In its place, this very swanky building (top pic). A description and history of the old building with its tiger on the facade and the roof top, can be found in the wonderful blog by Jerome Lim: https://thelongnwindingroad.wordpress.com/tag/selegie-road/. It was my favourite building in this area (Selegie). |
