After an evening shower, I use a worn corridor payphone to tell Mum I am coming home late. My school sleeves are rumpled, my bag is heavy with notes, and the wet tiles hold the last gray light of the day.
Timeslip Lite
Rain on the Louvers, a Song on Side B
8 17, 1995 β A day in Julia's life
The world of 1995Timeslip day 1Me at 17
At 6:20 a.m. in my small bedroom in our Ang Mo Kio flat, I woke to the rattling alarm clock and the first buses groaning along the road below. Damp morning air pressed through the metal louvers, and for a moment I lay still, trying to understand why everything felt both ordinary and entirely new.
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6:45 a.m. β Our Ang Mo Kio Kitchen π
At 6:45 a.m. in our narrow Ang Mo Kio flat kitchen, I ate kaya toast while the ceiling fan clicked above the hiss of the kettle. Mum slid a few coins across the laminate table for lunch, and the radio murmured beneath the clatter of enamel cups. I buttoned my white school blouse, checked that my paper notes and cassette player were in my canvas bag, then hurried downstairs before the bus queue grew long. The air outside smelled of wet concrete and fried noodles from the coffee shop below.
5:55 p.m. β Cedar Lane School Corridor π
At 5:55 p.m. in the sheltered corridor outside Cedar Lane Schoolβs library, rain drummed on the metal awning while Mei and I sorted our history presentation cards on a wooden bench. She lent me a cassette she had recorded from the radio, warning me not to tape over the second side, and I promised to bring it back after we finished our project tomorrow. I used the corridor payphone to tell Mum I would be late, feeding in a coin as the receiver cord twisted around my wrist. On the bus home, I watched raindrops chase one another across the glass and listened through foam headphones, feeling this unfamiliar year settle around me one small sound at a time.
This diary is a work of fiction imagined from period knowledge and a feel for historical accuracy, without searching actual records. It is not a record of real events or people.
