Today I found myself writing (or typing) this entry inside a famous burger stop in the metro and suddenly remembered the last time I leeched a wifi and an electric socket was during a late night in Singapore before a friend of mine arrived from the Philippines. I have been enjoying being alone in places for quite a while now, besides the fact that it makes me feel a little bit of freedom, wandering in different places alone makes me learn new things about life and my own self. This became the reason why Singapore had a special place in my heart, because two years ago, I somehow travelled alone in this foreign country for the first time, and this year I somehow went alone again and still loved every bit of it.
It was almost midnight when I arrived and the excitement made my heart beat so fast, I’m finally back in this place that I would also like to call home. The Singapore Botanic Gardens was my first stop the following day, I believe it’s been 13 years since the last time I set foot with my family in there. Honestly, I don’t remember a lot of happenings from the past, maybe because I was still young that time that the only thing that I remembered was the Orchid Garden. Sadly, I did not go this time, but I did not regret it, because I discovered something new inside the gardens, which is the Foliage Garden. That certain area made me sit down and just appreciate the sounds of nature, there may have been the noise of the city mixing with peace, but it did not bother me, all I know was that there’s a feeling of contentment while I was there, I long for that even just for a while.
My view while sitting on a bench at the Foliage Garden
From there, I rode the train once more and got out of the wrong side of Rochor Station, one thing I love in the country is that it is fun to get lost, not only with the fact that there are new things to discover, but also, it’s Singapore not much harm will happen to you. If you’ve been there, I think you know by now what I was looking for, yet as me being me, I tried to just put my phone inside my bag and just wander around the streets and try my luck with the paths that will finally lead me there. Yes, I was after the colourful buildings of the Rochor Centre, and as much as I reiterate this thought, it made me happy to finally see the group of buildings in flesh, but sadness then eventually came as I roam around the buildings. I kept on asking myself that time on whether the people there were happy when they occupied the now empty rooms that was once filled with conversations and interactions.
Right after my reflections about the buildings, the establishments from the other side of the road made me wonder on what’s in there. And to cut the long story short, I was lost again for the second time around of that day already and as a (sort of) stupid traveller I completely forgot on what the name of the place is. However, I still know how to go there, and just a few walks from that place I witnessed the homeless people of the country. I believe that this journey deserves another blog entry, which I will be sharing by next week, or something, I’m always too lazy to write. But one thing to get from this is that each city is walkable, especially Singapore, it is a small one and every detail of it is worth discovering.
More colours then added with the path that I was walking on; the street art at Victoria Street then welcomed me right after I got lost and I remember rushing for shelter because of the heavy rains that time. It was my first time appreciating the murals of each wall in there, their beauty convey a story, mostly of being a child and the joys of it. Quickly after the rain I walked again and found myself back in Bugis, and finally, I saw the staircases that are literal eye candy!
The Singapore Art Museum was closed during my time there, but of course the Bugis area won’t run out of museums to see, which is why I headed straight to the National Museum of Singapore. The first time I’ve been there was two years ago (or maybe when I was a kid too, I don’t even remember), its appeal still never fades, it showed me a great story about the country’s diversity and history. I’ve always liked Singapore’s history, they’re fun to learn and its progression is something that will capture your interest right away. However, the one that caught my attention this time was the Story of the Forest. I cried the moment I entered the hall, it’s aesthetically perfect, the music moved me and it made me just lay down on the carpet and watch the flowers digitally fall on my face.
I could connect this to my final night in the country as well, on where I just sat down and loved every bit of the light show at Gardens by the Bay. They’re beautiful and moving, but a certain question came inside my head, “Will this be the only 'natural resources' that the future generations long to see?” It’s kind of a sad thought, but of course, I still hope for the best.
My next stop was the Central Perk Singapore, I'll keep this simple, in times like this, I enjoy being alone, but for me it will be better if I was with Bart, on where we could just waste some time and watch the famous sitcom at the cafe. Maybe next time we’ll have that moment here.
More artistic streets came in my way during my trip, one of those is the Koon Seng Road, it’s cool how these houses are made of a variety of colours. I want to know more of the story/stories behind this, especially on why the people living here had this type of houses. There are so many questions, I know, but I think the lesson that I got here is that a simple walk could make you smile, even if they’re in the form of houses that are made up of strangers you might never meet in your life, and sometimes that’s just it, some things should just be left with its very own simplicity and not complicate everything anymore.
Now, I admit this, it’s my first time at Haji Lane. As an art major some acquaintances asked me on why I never went there before, well, there are so much reasons and biases, but this does not mean that the place did not stun me when I set foot there. It did, seeing the murals and artistic buildings made me think on what the stories of each piece are. Art comes in all forms and it is beautiful how it could relate to us in each level of our lives. I guess that’s what I have felt during my entire morning at the lane. As a party pooper, I went there before most shops opened, so it’s just a cat that guided me with everything. It’s a relaxing experience and I believe you should try it too.