Hello old friend, we meet again. I carry a lot of fond memories with you.
The last time I stepped foot in your land, I was a clueless seventeen year old girl who was so ecstatic of the idea of going out of the country without my parents. The first time I saw you, you were still in the process of blooming towards being contemporized, tower cranes and patches of reclamation was still in the works. The first time I walked in your paved stones, all I had in mind was to shop and make the most out of my time with my friends and the temporary semi-independence we all enjoyed.
Little did I know, there was so much about you that I failed to see. Somehow, I felt thankful to not have seen it because truthfully, I would not have appreciated your full essence at that age and stage of my life. Going back twelve years after, you've changed so much and the once bare patches of land have sprung massive and interesting structures that add definition to your being.
