I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard…
OK lah, not half so dramatic. But today I met a real estate agent named Camillus, and he and his colleague, with a name so normal I forget what it is, showed me and my business partners a few locations around Singapore for our business. They were a great help. So if you’re thinking there’s a funny somewhere in this, go back to the second sentence of this paragraph.
Then there was the conversation between the coffee stall auntie and a customer at the coffee stall downstairs of my office building:
Uncle, want to eat what?
Got Chee Cheong Fun
Chee Cheong Fun dowan!
Got Nasi Lemak
Nasi Lemak dowan!
Got Chai Tow Kuay
Chai Tow Kuay dowan!
Got Char Png
Char Png dowan!
Got Orh Kuay
Orh Kuay dowan!
Got curry puff
Curry puff dowan!
Got what other thing?
No more already.
It’s rough. Spare a thought for the coffee shop auntie. And spare a thought for the Prime Minister when he asks the populace what type of Singapore we want. No more already.