i'll dance with you inside the layered light.

There is an article in the Straits Times today about Singapore's last surviving village, Kampung Lorong Buangkok, with pictures of the quaint green houses and pink doors. While reading it I felt like going to visit it to see what it was like since it's going to be pulled down soon to make way for ~modern developments~, but my dad said "Yah you young people can go see it, I don't really care." So I said, "Were there lots of kampungs (villages) in your childhood? Did you go to them?" 

Apparently he had visited many of them, in fact, both Chinese and Malay villages, which then sparked a string of memories that I shall title: Singapore in the 1960s (or 'Swimming With Shit').

( A taste of South-East Asian life back then: houses on stilts, fishing through toilet bowls, spearing swordfishes, and lots of shit. Literal, shit. )