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Wednesday, May 24
Summer breeze.
I went for a run today.
It was nice to slowly take in the surroundings of places I usually whiz past at 80km/h. It was nice to gather new perspectives on various things, and reminiscently recount the old ones, all the time keeping a fair pace in my under-used Nike trainers.
Like how absurd it is that Mcdonald's - in an attempt to delude themselves that they are, really, selling healthy food - claims that french fries are high in fibre. Or how my seemingly trivial attempts to flash a smile at anyone I passed seemed to contribute heavily (or so I pride myself) to general social well-being. And sniggering inwardly at street names like Bloxhome Drive, which sounds like something you'd build out of a Lego box.
I then decided to explore, at random, a private housing estate. The fun thing about private estates (albeit a regular taxi driver's nightmare) is that after a few deliberate wrong turns, you really never know where you'll end up. Me?
I thereby chanced upon Chong Boon Springs.
In case you're wondering where on earth this quaint little place is, its actually at Ang Mo Kio Ave 10, as a glance up the nearest HDB block so tells me. And, as expected, no springs whatsoever in sight. These odd names.
Anyway.
Deciding a long walk is indicated, I set my sights toward a northerly direction and my expedition begins. The seldom traversed backstreets of AMK are surprisingly well-enhanced for strolling pleasure. Lush greenery and minimal traffic ensues. Coupled with the cooling prequel to a sky that's going to pour, its all terribly enjoyable. And then, before I can dwell further on the romanticism the place entails, my serene thoughts are rudely interrupted by an SMS from my Mum which reads: Grand Uncle passed away this morning.
For a few minutes, I glaze over the death and agonize over recalling who Grand Uncle is. The peaceful walk thus ends. Morbid and contemplative thoughts about life and death follow.
And then, at the horizon of the road that reads Ang Mo Kio Ave 3, I see with slight disappointment the familiar bustle of Ang Mo Kio Central.