In the twilight glow of the evening, I made my way to Pasir Ris to get my shoulder dislocated. The rain that had dominated most of the day had abated, but the roads were still slippery and traffic was cautiously slow. At the junction between Eunos and Ubi, I found I could hardly recognize the place. They had cut down the the venerable rain trees along the road which had stood like street markers ever since the days of my dad's Toyota Starlet, EK2421 Y; In the haze of memory, I can remember, before my brother was born, passing by this stretch of road, with my dad, on the way to East Coast Park, to feed the fishes in the oval pond, with discarded bread crumbs collected from Mr Pangkat's bakery, since closed down, and after that, after sandcastles and seashells by the seaside, travelling down the ECP to pick up my mum from GH. Red lights force a stop at the never-again-will-be-the-same junction. Highrise. The music from the CD player evokes in me the nostalgia of more recent days past, those Cafe Cosmo days. October evenings like this, with the yellow lights of street lamps reflecting off the glistening asphalt, our stomachs carl's jr-filled, we were care-free after a long day of mugging in the library and thirsting for the tune that would encapsulate our youth.

gone too soon, ever in our minds......