Wednesday, September 16, 2009
"There was the old riverside where the bumboats tied up, and the river full of the boatmen's spit and cigarette butts, and the smell of dried rubber and dead cats. All the boats are gone, and the old men too, who used to pilot them. The shophouses are restaurants, but are quiet before dawn, like drunks sleeping off headaches. He cycles across the black river, along the footpath, past the old buildings. Victoria Hall and the Parliament, the Empress Place immigration building and the Cricket Club, Supreme Court and City Hall: some aleady done up and grandly lit, and others boarded up, being re-done."


"The city has changed. We have changed. This city is not so young anymore. We have a history to write. A history of so many people, many stories. There are many of us who worked to build this city, to change it for the better.
yet it is the city that has changed us. And the future that is being written will be a dictated record."


"Raffles Place"


"Battery Road"


"Time passes for the historian."


"And if I wake, I should tell you these things of this, our city of small blessings."


City of Small Blessing by Simon Tay


And nostalgia surges through my bloodstream like an arrow piercing through my heart.

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