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NEIGHBOURHOODS
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THE SCENE
When you walk out of your place,
the first thing you see is:
Cyclists, including lots of MAMILs!*
My MAMIL-husband tells me Loyang
Avenue is good for practising hill climbs.
Other cyclists are on the bike path – one
way goes to Pasir Ris Park, the other to
Changi Village.
(*Middle Aged Men In Lycra)
The closest store (of any type) to
your front door is:
Our condo shop (it sells everything
you could possibly need, and it runs a
tab system).
Your street would make the
perfect backdrop for a remake of:
Cliché, I know – any World War II movie
with jungle scenes.
Your neighbours are great, but
you wouldn’t mind a little less:
Cat-fighting. One of our cats seems
to have an issue with the seven cats
next door.
The unofficial uniform of your
street is:
National Service uniforms – we’re
surrounded by army camps.
If a celebrity moves in next door,
it will most likely be:
Lance Armstrong – close to cycling
routes, but far from prying eyes.
When you’re in need of a dose of
culture, you:
Visit Changi Village late on a Saturday
night.
If you’re missing home, you:
Go cycling on Pulau Ubin for a bit
of countryside.
A mandatory stop for out-of-town
guests is:
Awalk along Changi Boardwalk followed
by drinks and a meal at the Changi
Sailing Club. There’s nothing like it in
Singapore – fresh air, sea views and
decent food to top it off.
You’d swap houses in a second
with:
The people who live at Changi Sailing
Club. The sea is at its doorstep, literally.
A common myth about your
neighbourhood is:
That it’s miles away from anywhere.
Actually, we’re less than ten minutes
from the airport.
If you’re ever woken up at night,
it’s almost always due to:
If not a cat-fight, the crowing of the
wild jungle fowl roaming around the
condo grounds.
A massive late-night rager on
your street is likely to be:
Ghostly activities at the abandoned
Changi Village Hospital.