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STREET TALK
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May15
THE SCENE
When you walk out of your place, the first thing you
see is:
Gillman Barracks.
The closest store to your front door is:
The grocer located within the condominium; it’s surprisingly
well stocked for a small store.
Your street would make the perfect backdrop for a
remake of:
The Matrix.
Your neighbours are great, but you wouldn’t mind a
little less:
Pollution. There is a dedicated dog-walking area in the condo,
and dog owners have to be responsible and pick up after
them; but unfortunately not everyone does.
The unofficial uniform of your street is:
The school uniform of the International School Singapore,
and the Alexandra Hospital nurses’ uniform.
If a celebrity moves in next door, it will most likely be:
Robbie Williams. There are plenty of play areas for his two
kids; and I snuck a peek inside the two-storey penthouse on
the 23rd level and it would be perfect for him!
When you’re in need of a dose of culture, you:
Head to Stew Küche at Alexandra Food Court for pork
knuckle, smoked sausage and $10 pints of German beer. At
least the sausage comes close to Dutch food. An alternative
is the meatball platter from IKEA, which is 700 metres from
The Interlace.
If you’re missing home, you:
Phone my mum, or photo-bomb my friends on WhatsApp,
harassing them out of bed to Skype me.
A mandatory stop for out-of-town guests is:
The Alexandra Garden Trail. It starts on our doorstep, and ends
either at the sea at Labrador Park, or on Mount Faber. The
view from Henderson Bridge is amazing – so is the breeze!
You’d swap houses in a second with:
Any of the amazing black-and-white houses on Bury Road,
probably, as I love history. But I wouldn’t really want to live
anywhere else.
A common myth about your neighbourhood is:
That it’s “too far out”. Actually, there is a free shuttle bus from
The Interlace to HarbourFront and from there the MRT takes
me to Chinatown in under 25 minutes. Dempsey Hill, Holland
Village and TanglinMall are less than a seven-minute drive away.
If you’re ever woken up at night, it’s almost always
due to:
The souped-up motorcycle that thunders down the AYE loudly
at 5.30am each morning. He is my “30-minute snooze button”,
but funnily enough I never hear him on his return commute.
A massive late-night rager on your street is likely to be:
The live band at Timbre every other Saturday.