retrophilic reminiscences

It's gone...
A part of my childhood memory has disappeared yet again... the closure of Kingston cake shop in Ang Mo Kio central. I felt really depressed today when I walked past the area and realised that it has changed into one of those new-fangled breadtalk-imitation franchises.. well-lighted, expensive bread...call themself 'cake history'... bleah! what happened to tradition, to nice uncommercialised bread and buns?

Kingston was around for as far back as I could remember... the standard of their bread was really good, the bread was fresh, tasty, always piping hot, and cheap too... I can still remember my favorites - the peanut bread with heaps of peanuts and sugar inside, the cheese bun that was coated on top with sugar sprinklings and a cheese stick inside... japanese flat bread, and rectangle cream cakes decorated with colored jams in the front display... always fresh, and costs only 80 cents too... this cake shop was sort of like a central attraction in the old Ang Mo Kio central, and now I guess it has to make way for the 'new'... well... I sort of wish things didn't change so fast... because when things change, memories disappear... and somehow, for me, a vital part of my life is gone, too. Change change change.... In my ideal world, there should be certain pockets of places that don't change at all, that remains, as a poignant stance that the past experiences are important...

which is why i like malaysia so much... all those places remind me of how things used to be...

on thursday visited this nostalgic shop with mark, along kampong glam road which i found earlier in the year... i just find myself so at home with all the old things... i want to buy the old cupboards, and the clocks with the 'flippable' numbers on a black background to change the time and date. Rubber green and blue toy soldiers with such detail that I can't find anywhere in Singapore now...haiz. Happy days... now a distant memory, which will soon fade as time changes everything.