I dream of a country where I can feel at home again, without getting dirty looks if I order in English (or Malay), where local food taste the way I remember, where I can go to orchard road, little India, Chinatown, paya lebar & not feel like I’m in some foreign land. But that dream sudah mati la. Now I can only dream of the day my children grow up, get some returns on my HDB rental, & move away. My last & only dream :(
LOL —- Singaporean Miserable dreams ………… dammed jilat this morning….. Bluddy Bus so crowded and the Bleedy Train so sardines packed…….. How to be productive? Yes…. Screw the SMRT, Screw the SBS, Screw the Min of ……. ?