‘Aunty, nasi lemak with ikan bilis – one eat here’
‘Uncle, one milo no ice’
‘Eh, no taking photo here!’
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That sound.
That tone.
That language. Yes, we called it Singlish.
‘Public transport is good.’
‘Safety and Clean.’
‘This is an expensive city.’
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That description.
That fact.
That last point. Yes, we called it Singapore.
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I tried, tried and tried to move on.
I planned, planned and planned to other city.
But, I cannot.
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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.
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Walao, This is not real.
Cheers, J.
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