How many times the bus ride and still the window tattooing its images on the retina.
200kms of sheltered walkway by 2018 so we can walk in comfort, by Kambungan.
The burnt orange notice was first seen on Jalan Besar on the return from down in Oz, adjacent a new condo tower dotted with greenery & trailing vines.
From the condo to the MRT and then the office tower, one could escape the Tropics almost entirely in well-planned Singapura.
I plan to do more charity when I retire, especially for these guys.
Late-30s/early-40s gal, left her bicycle aside in order to lift a cat up to her face in place of the baby she missed out on for some strange reason in the sheltered bower on the Equator. (DBS Bank near Bedok would help her manage the transition.)
Two kilometres further, the picture of Grandeur Park Residences titillated sleepy-eyed commuters.
In-between at all points along the roadway, dark men in hard-hats & fluro under the baking sun.
Hard Rock tees were less numerous at 9AM. (One anticipated the absence of brands on the streets of Jogja, both hi & low form.)
Days past Malcolm Turnbull had nagged in the brain after the award bestowed on the Republic for its accomplished urban design.
A spot of urban terrorism now:
Once low dose nerve gas had done for the security detail, the miscreant Malcolm would be taken by the ear and dragged along a few kilometres of sheltered walkway; up in the elevators and along the passages to the pigeon holes, where he could sit beneath a fan sipping his teh and cast over the iconic sky-line.
Dunk the Duffer’s noggin in the little tub outside Paragon, with its silver and pink baubles curling overhead.
Rub his sniffling nose over the street art on Orchard Road.
Run the blighter through the school playgrounds and across the sun-blasted fields of the richer ones.
Look real good, Mal old pal. And when you’re done report back!
The award for good works in the colonies to Prince Phillip by Mal’s predecessor was way bad, but this was not so very far behind.
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