You are the cow of my contentment.
My mum was just telling us about how we should have went to visit the already-demolishing railway, and how much of a waste it was to not have been there spending quality family time.
Family time, to me, is watching pirated movies at home while eating junk food.
Leave such outfield experiences to NS.
Which makes me wonder why everyone's fascinated by these one-dimensional rails. Sure, it's part of our history, but why are we interested only when we're about to lose it?
I sat on the train once, it was part of our Sec 3 camp experience. Between the stop at Woodlands and Tanjong Pagar, I saw some cool stuff--people jumping off the train. They probably live somewhere in-between and didn't see much of a point in travelling in a one-dimensional way, so they simply slid open the door and took the plunge.
They also had a cafeteria which serves mee goreng and I saw my friends clamouring for it. Luckily for me, I was a genius and bought cup noodles before boarding the train, so I simply asked for boiling water which they reluctantly provided (I earned envious stares from everyone else, apparently the food sucked).
I remember alighting at the Tanjong Pagar station and being completely lost, with seemingly all of my friends gone because they alighted at Woodlands.
I wouldn't want to be taking pictures of me standing on the track, I'd rather be on the train because tracks aren't tracks anymore if they are not going to be used.
Where is the fun in taking pictures with these tracks if you aren't living in the thrill of getting out to avoid incoming trains? Where's the fun in lying on a road if you know the road's not going to be used, if you know there won't be an incoming truck to honk you out of the way?
Most people don't think of it this way, but feeling a sense of loss and trying to create memories with the tracks is like attending the wake of someone you completely don't know, but felt compelled to do so--awkward.
Why are we trying to cherish things, intrinsic to Singapore, which doesn't affect us at all? Why are we making more memories to cherish?
I just read a book (in camp, we get quite a lot of time, I read around 3 books a week), "Going Bovine". It's about a 16 year old boy who leads an aimless life, simply existing. He was afflicted by mad cow disease and has only a few months left to live, when he starts to learn how to treasure life. I don't know how to do book reviews. I'd just say that I like it enough to blog about it, out of the 6 books I've read (not much of a standard to compare against).
Perhaps we should look into spending our time more constructively rather than have a been-there-done-that attitude towards life. After all, you can't grieve over everything that is destined to be scraped.
Urgh I don't know what I'm talking about I don't get to write too often in camp and there's too much input and too little output and I will end this as such.
-- 7/31/2011 06:51:00 PM
