‘Aunty, nasi lemak with ikan bilis – one eat here’
‘Uncle, one milo no ice’
‘Eh, no taking photo here!’
That language. Yes, we called it Singlish.
‘Public transport is good.’
‘Safety and Clean.’
‘This is an expensive city.’
That last point. Yes, we called it Singapore.
I tried, tried and tried to move on.
I planned, planned and planned to other city.
But, I cannot.
This city is (always) calling me day and night.
This city is (always) offering me something.
This city is (always) creating a friendzone relationship with me.
Walao, This is not real.