29 7 / 2011
From Kent Ridge to Chinatown.
Heading back to Chinatown alone was a great treat, to pick up those memories,to witness the changes.
Well, i still remember mom told me about stories in Chinatown.And today, seems that those stories really came to me, in my mind, like a movie.
Every face has a story to tell and every story seeks to be heard. What you have looked is far beyond history, it’s struggles,of those migrants. What you have seen is far beyond prosperity, it’s compelling secrets of Chinatown.
