Going out for lunch an old uncle at the Kallang stop stumping along under the sheltered walkway beneath his baseball cap, rolls over his belt. There was an acquaintance at the airport perhaps, or giveaway for ministerial visit at the CC.
EXPLORE
In the pass it wasn’t clear whether it was one of the Never Stop EXPLORING.
Yesterday meeting Gabby another older uncle on North Bridge had fared more badly in the trenches. Some years stooped and without his stick he was completely shot. Fairly crawling, but striving best he could nonetheless:
SURPASS
yourself
A nano second the smile passed into a guilty grimace.
Properly cashed-up foreigners—and we’re talking juicy load of $$$—could join the protected species here and rejoice.
Kallang MRT
They blew only hot here, citizenry as much as government. The Chinese majority, needless to say; earnest Han civilisation—then add the coolie history. (Difficult to recall Malay in particular bearing such apparel.)
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