10:48am
I had finally found the opportunity to move into the premises after a 100% coast-clear status.
At the first sight of the dilapidated house, one can recall how it had appeared with its past glory decades ago. What had happened since it's vacation from 1991? Being a bungalow, it has its own garage and I moved into the house. Level 2 is no longer accessible the staircase up have been fully destroyed. Even the flooring across the two main halls in the front have already eroded, exposing the wooden frames that held the flooring in place.
Hanging from the ceilings are peeled off plywoods. A couch can be seen dropping halfway through the floorway in the balcony. In my attempt to secure an access to Level 2, I could only see the wiped-out flooring on the rear of the house. Only the WC system stood planted on the already massively aged wall.
The only way to reach the kitchen was to do the 'tightrope' walk by footing on the wooden frame, however, no way out from the rear as the exit had been blocked by huge wooden blocks that crumbled from the top.
The side room, which should also be their living room, has a completely destructed flooring which I could not find any possible footing on. Sunken, crashthrough in the middle of the floor appeared to be a ruined air-conditioning unit which carries the technology of yester-years.
Cupboards lined the front room just beside a balcony handrail. Still no access to the top floor after a careful search.
After searching the rear, I took a walk into the garage. A portrait of Jesus hung on the wall, citing the owner to be a Catholic. Workbenches strewn with opened containers with mechanical
junk, a pass from 1PDF in 1999, whom doesn't have any connection with Ex-Services Singapore from what I know, which was the sign placed outside the right garage door - where the owner served.
Occasional thumpings could be heard as those overgrown trees slam their branches on the already weakened roof.
I made a dash when I saw the locked gate being pushed inwards, as if someone was opening the door, but later on, realised it was a knock by some passing by punks. Phew. A close shave.
I quickly finished off the shots before finding the right time to move out, checking occasionally from the gaps of the panel. Finally moved out of the scene near around 12:20PM.
I had finally found the opportunity to move into the premises after a 100% coast-clear status.
At the first sight of the dilapidated house, one can recall how it had appeared with its past glory decades ago. What had happened since it's vacation from 1991? Being a bungalow, it has its own garage and I moved into the house. Level 2 is no longer accessible the staircase up have been fully destroyed. Even the flooring across the two main halls in the front have already eroded, exposing the wooden frames that held the flooring in place.
Hanging from the ceilings are peeled off plywoods. A couch can be seen dropping halfway through the floorway in the balcony. In my attempt to secure an access to Level 2, I could only see the wiped-out flooring on the rear of the house. Only the WC system stood planted on the already massively aged wall.
The only way to reach the kitchen was to do the 'tightrope' walk by footing on the wooden frame, however, no way out from the rear as the exit had been blocked by huge wooden blocks that crumbled from the top.
The side room, which should also be their living room, has a completely destructed flooring which I could not find any possible footing on. Sunken, crashthrough in the middle of the floor appeared to be a ruined air-conditioning unit which carries the technology of yester-years.
Cupboards lined the front room just beside a balcony handrail. Still no access to the top floor after a careful search.
After searching the rear, I took a walk into the garage. A portrait of Jesus hung on the wall, citing the owner to be a Catholic. Workbenches strewn with opened containers with mechanical
junk, a pass from 1PDF in 1999, whom doesn't have any connection with Ex-Services Singapore from what I know, which was the sign placed outside the right garage door - where the owner served.
Occasional thumpings could be heard as those overgrown trees slam their branches on the already weakened roof.
I made a dash when I saw the locked gate being pushed inwards, as if someone was opening the door, but later on, realised it was a knock by some passing by punks. Phew. A close shave.
I quickly finished off the shots before finding the right time to move out, checking occasionally from the gaps of the panel. Finally moved out of the scene near around 12:20PM.
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