Welcome to Buangkok, a million miles from care. In fact, a million miles from anywhere

Today, I man­aged to see other peo­ple apart from my fam­ily, by vis­it­ing my pla­toon mate’s new flat in a new hous­ing estate called Buangkok. I went only because I was curi­ous to see what Buangkok looked like. It is very far. You can see Johor from the upper floors. It was a very nicely done up flat though, com­plete with gov­ern­ment issued bomb shel­ter. A bomb shel­ter on the 16th floor sounds ludi­crous, and every­one I spoke to didn’t have any expla­na­tion as to how peo­ple would sur­vive trapped in a bomb shel­ter on the 16th floor when the rest of the build­ing is hit by a bomb. Being Sin­ga­pore­ans, most peo­ple pre­ferred not to ques­tion the government’s appar­ently unex­plain­able wis­dom, and con­tin­ued using their bomb shel­ters as spare store rooms.