somebody told me that riding trishaw nowadays commands a rate of 10 bucks per person to travel from city hall to clarke quay.. WTH! i used to take trishaw to primary school from my grandmother's flat in marine parade for a flat fee of 5 bucks.. both of us.. sitting in the side car while the old man laboriously hauled the both of us to school.. we werent very fat the both of us.. in fact i was scrawny like nobody's business.. but that uncle sure made a meal out of it.. why not take a cab you might ask? nothing beats the pure pleasure of moving around on human power.. manual labor.. not the automated diesel petrol shit that you get with taxis and cars.. no kick! sitting on a trishaw also allows you to take in the sights and sounds of the neighbourhood as you slowly careen through the cars and the buses.. not unlike sitting on a motorcycle.. but better.. those were the days where trishaws were as common as taxis.. and you could find them anywhere.. now.. its reduced to a motley crue of tourist cheating uncles plying their trade along city hall.. SAD

speaking of childhood memories.. you know how some people hate kids.. yes you know who you are.. and then my argument would go..'werent you kids once?' and then they'd go 'no we were good kids that were quiet and well behaved'.. well i asked my mum if i was a good kid.. she said i was the noisiest little brat to ever live in block 621 bedok resorvoir road.. freaking screaming and crying my lungs out.. at NIGHT.. so what they'd do is.. they will take me out.. put me in the car.. and drive up and down the PIE expressway until i slept.. and if memory serves me well.. i do recall vague memories of that happening.. thing is.. the moment they stopped.. i woke up and started crying..

i was a righteous pain in the arse..

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