It's kinda funny how deeply embedded in places my memory is. I walk through a place, and I'll remember what happened there.(a recent deep impression is when Ng Yi-Sheng, while bringing us on the sg writers fest supper club tour, walked backwards through the area outside SMRT HQ and said he likes to walk that way cos he feels like he's falling back through space and time, sth like that)

Songs have that effect on me sometimes too. I remember a song I listened to while walking along the long pathway on a rainy day in NJ, behind a certain guy in geog class. I rmb the drains and wet floors more than anything else.

Anw. I wrote this on a canteen in sch, and now I rmb my impression of it whenever I walk through it (which is pretty much every wkday since I go there for my daily Mr Bean fix)

The reluctant observer with the roving eye. What she sees a reflection of her mind. She sees two eco-systems: one sustained by money and the primal hunger, the other of attention. In this confused building with modern glass outside and rustic wood inside, she notices the slope that annoys her, realises it may be for the disabled. But who with a wheelchair will want to brave the maze where bodies brush, shoulders collide and bowls are precariously balanced? If technology can place a television on the wall (which nobody watches), why can't it do something to make the job of those serving us easier?