On Saturday the boys and decided to go and take some pictures. We had a couple of options but the majority voted for the Malaysian Railway station in Tanjong Pagar..I took 166 shots of which here are a few. I am sure i will post more as you may note i have very few of the actual station as while we causally taking photographs we were approached by a Malaysian policeman and informed that no photography was allowed in the station. I did get more then a few shots of the old building though and i will post them soon.
For one so small,you seem so strong My arms will hold you keep you safe and warm This bond between us can’t be broken I will be here don’t you cry----Phil Collins
3/25/2007
3/24/2007
Opera Estate part 1.

Above in the center you can see number 7 lakme terrace, to the left my old friend Koon wee or ah wee as we called him, to the right the domain of steven and his large family including big aunty, small aunty and a host of others.



Sidebar-Typos should be noted and kept in the journal of typo errors.
3/20/2007
3/19/2007
3/18/2007
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3/17/2007
Buddy Guy.

For more then an hour we were in and out of our seats clapping cheering and willing him to go on, he played Clapton, Hendrix and Hooker as well as a host of songs most of which he never finished! he was bouncing from one tune to another and the crowd roared its approval when he mentioned by way of explanation that he had so much music in him he wanted to share it all with us. Buddy Guy, 5 time Grammy winner, Rock and Roll Hall of Famer, LEGEND.
3/15/2007
3/10/2007
Mountbatten part 1

There are a few more houses i want to photograph before they become condos or changed in ways i shudder to think about. Don't get me wrong, some of the newer buildings really do lend themselves to beautifying the neighborhood but there are those....those monstrosities of design that remind me that here in Singapore even Phua Chu Kang has his fans.
The first two pictures are of houses in the same compound.



3/07/2007
sigh...
So its been a rough week. Caitlin was in hospital for 5 days last week, we never really found out what was wrong with her all we know is that it was an infection. she had a fever for 48hrs straight, for a while there it hovered around 39.5 and that was pretty scary. The worst part of it all was the inability to do anything to make her feel better. We brought her home on Friday night and she has had the runs since ...poor girl no appetite, broken sleep , nappy rash, being prodded and poked by doctors, meds shoved in her mouth and yet for the most part she still manages a smile here and there. One tough little cookie. In the midst of all that Tloml, the maid and I get sick too and pepper gets a false pregnancy. Sleep is at a premium in the Simon house this week. Lets hope things take a turn for the better real soon.
2/21/2007
Day 11

What a life.




2/20/2007
Oh my Noordin what have they done to you.....(Day 10)


Ubin, for me always a place of memories. I first ventured to the island almost 22 years ago when i was a mere boy of 12, my brother had booked a chalet in changi and on one of the days i skipped school, pinched my dads binoculars and off i went. Little did i know that it would be a 22yr love hate relationship with the island of granite. Today Ubin is a very different place from what i remember, the old school is no more, the island clinic is now a seafood restaurant and where homes used to stand the jungle has reclaimed the land. I used to love Ubin for its peace and quiet, the sheer pleasure of having a beach, a pristine beach all to ourselves. I hate it now for what it has become a dumping ground of litter and refuse a place where fools go and do things they would not on the mainland. Kampung Noordin or Noordin beach as it is known now is awash with litter, the trash of campers too stupid to clear up. The beach itself resembles nothing of the clean brown sand i spent many happy hours sitting on during my many camping trips there, the water while still peaceful and calm is now the colour of black tea, penned in by a fence to keep the illegal immigrants out, but allow their refuse in. Tracks have been paved over, jungle fenced in, buildings put up and others torn down. The paradox that beauty shared becomes beauty lost has not completely eroded the charms of the island and with some help things may change for change is inevitable but let them change for the better. Of course the question will always be posed "change for whose betterment" the answer for now is NO ONE.



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