Don't know why suddenly I had this urge of sharing this post with you guys,may be it has been too much of BERSIH'ing of late.
I was growing up in this place,they used to call a Chinese ghetto but the name for it is,"Rifle Range Flats" you may wonder why did they call it Rifle Range, it is simply because that plot of land where 9 blocks of flats stand used to be a rifle range,(shooting ground lah)The unit that i was growing up in was a one room flat and we (my siblings) really had good time growing up there.
This is the uncle Salim that i used to buy my "Top of the Pops" magazine from, anyone of you still remember this Magazine that featured the British chart toppers" remember Kajagogo, Johnny Hates Jazz, Rick Astlely, Spandau Ballet, Queen, Alison Moyet,Paul Young and many more? Remember?
Me and Uncle Salim, he still recognizes me after all these years, it has been at least 30 years..
And this is the kind of bread seller (not this one though) that i used to wait for every evening,when i heard the clanging of the bell, i would rush down to get my Bengkali Roti, remember Bengakali Roti?
This is the eatery that i use go right until now to savor my favourite childhood's breakfast. Used to come here playing badminton with my friends when the arcade was clear in the afternoon.
I grew up with simplicity and on the hindsight i love simplicity and thank God we were poor then,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
P/S : It might be meandering but it is always nice to walk down memory lane