Wet Wet North-East

We need to take a break from politics.

The upcoming General Elections is machiam the World Cup. Comes every 5 years and for 3-4 weeks, everyone talks like they really know politics really well and in depth.

So we, at The Tuck Shop, shall not talk about it no more. We'll leave the talk to the politics bigwigs, policymakers, incumbents, MP-wannabes, critics and commentators (we all wanna be a political John Dykes or Shebby Singh).

Unless, any more sweet young things come forth to contest.

Instead, we shall focus our remaining youthful exuberence on exploring Singapore.

You know you've come of age when, instead of returning from a club at 5 on a public holiday, you get up at pre-sunrise to catch some sunrise at some ulu part of Singapore. That's what we did. And along the way to the ulu place, Gold 90.5 was dishing out goldies for the oldies. Pure enjoyment.

Spoken like two true wise old men with a combined age of 55.

Anyhow, we arrived at Lorong Halus to check out the wet wet lands of the North-East.

Like the vast expanse of China's North-East, we have not explored much of the North-East in the many years we've lived on this island. So to experience the sunrise on this little piece of northeast land with 3-4 ponds and a certain Serangoon reservoir was kinda refreshing.

Flowers of Lorong Halus

We won't describe much about this Lorong Halus wetlands thingy because,

1) It's not all that, really. It's just a fairly quiet and population-untouched place to hang, look at birds, stroll or cycle around.

2) It's kinda unique, so we don't want it to be trottered by every yuppie/hippie/wannabe in Singapore.

On point number 2, if I could indulge in some disgressing, this situation reminds me of our experience about 10 years ago when Yakki and I were still young.

Back then, we discovered this music enclave in a little village in Holland. We found our home for live music and bottled beers. We enjoyed watching a petite, cute girl strumming her guitar and stretching her vocals for a small, appreciative crowd.

And then, every yuppie/hippie/wannabe turned up shortly after we had just laid claims to the enclave. Now we skip Wala Wala's because everyone wanna be at walawala.

So lies the dilemma of sharing an interesting place with the rest of the online world when we know its serenity could be destroyed by our humble post.

Or maybe not, since our blog only has a high hit count when we post photos of hot celebrities and politician(s).