Old things don’t really stay old in Singapore because our nation is always about renewal. Old buildings with a more beautiful face get to live just a little longer than their less attractive cousins. In return for this pardon on their lives, they are being gutted out and given facelifts to be remodelled into shiny hotels, malls or restaurants. Their less attractive cousins who also almost always have less of a pedigree, suffer the fate of being bull-dozed over, leaving behind a scene of vacantness. Dakota Crescent is one of these cousins. I have not much dealings with her (somehow it feels more like a her) but nonetheless I feel a sense of waste and sadness. So I decided to go say goodbye with my friend, Divya before it is too late.
I love the unique style of balconies found here, along with the clever folding doors with ventilation and privacy built into the design. How many teenagers have stood on one of these under the moonlight, whispering, O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
How many children will no longer be able to play hopscotch here with their friends?
Is there any way to keep such a beautiful geometric-style playground or to move it to another new estate?
Walking along the corridors, I spot a couple of wooden birds,
The most interesting array of door grille designs,
A little hidden forest,
Abandoned houses and shops,
What would the road ahead look like?
At the end, I spot this little bud emerging from the most unlikely place.
I think it is saying this, I will find a way to live.