Had a great time watching a play yesterday. A play reminiscent of the past. My childhood days... (And don't just talk abt soccer and food.)
The days when playing goli, tangkap buaya, rumah dayak with my neighbours and cousins were of a daily routine.
The days when you know where to go, which door to knock, which dry riser cabinet to open to if you need board games/ping pong balls/rackets/carrom/soccer balls to play with your gang.
The days when everyone in the neighbourhood actually know one another.
The days when every muslim household around the neighbourhood, and also some non-muslim, will gather at blk 127 lvl 3 to break fast together during Ramadhan. Unsold food from Mukmin restaurant was distributed there.
The days when the 'open door concept' was really common; So much so that every one I that know have visited my house before. I could wake up one day with neighbourhood friends from a few blks away in my house, waiting for me to get up and play with them or just 'lepak' under blk beside mama shop.
Everything was and is still very lively. Although it isn't the same now, Bedok is a community. A spirited community.
These are the very least of many memories I have about my neighbourhood. I was born(the closest hospital nearest to bedok at that time was at telok kurau) and bred here, and im damn proud to say im a full blooded budak Bedok and I will never ever leave this place! Budak Bedok for life!
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