My Home Town, Chong Pang.
I had stumbled on The Wondering Wanderer‘s blog yesterday, and one of his posts left me feeling very nostalgic.
It was a post on the old Chong Pang village, with photos circa 1970s.
I was born and raised in Chong Pang. It’s located in the northern part of Singapore and in an area called Sembawang.
Looking at the photos of old Chong Pang brought back lots of memories. It was the place where I had grown up and I lived there since I was born till when I was about 11 years old.
The truth is I never really knew the places looked like what was captured in those photos. I guess I was too young then, so I remember only the experience and have a vague memory of the places.
To see these photos made everything old and meaningful in my memory click into place.
Everyone, welcome to Chong Pang. This was the main roundabout of the village, where everyone passed by every day.
My father and his friends liked the beer at the 雪水档, I just liked the Fanta Grape. Yum.
And this was Chong Pang Road. I loved this road. Some of my friends lived in the shops on the left side. And I grew up
trashing *grin* playing in their homes.
See the huge creepy looking tree? That’s our “thousand years old” tree. It had a huge long beard and I thought it had magic. Miraculously, I got closer and closer to grabbing its beard ends every year. I did The Jump every time I passed that tree. And one day, I really did catch the beard ends. Wow.. the tree made me taller! *grin*
And we had the Sultan cinema. The one and only source of entertainment in the village. The place where my parents held hands, snuggled and watched romantic movies at before they were married.
This place was most probaby not a wide screen cinema, and most likely didn’t have Dolby surround sound or luxurious cushioned seats, but I think for some, the smelly leather seats and kacang puteh style rocked.
For me, it was running up and down those stairs that always made my day. Yeah, I had no life.
The junction of Chong Pang Road and Sembawang Road. We passed this junction every day to go to school.
Somewhere along these shops was one that sold Icee ice blended drinks. Back then, if I could have those crushed ice thingies every day, I would have. I loved my stained blue tongue.
Just one of the many coffee shops in the community where my family used to eat at. I only remember all the lecherous uncles who gawked at me alot. Haha!
Big thanks to The Wondering Wanderer for his efforts!