This lunch I learned a hell lot of cultural stuff, including teeth cleaning twigs, trains that charge you for riding on top, a luxury train, and how they sell tea onboard the trains.
Tonight ends much like the last: sending remittance, having dinner alone with overpriced, undersized pasta.
I am reminded of how many Pinoys are in SG when I’m in Orchard.
Ah, the therapy of window shopping. Pretty things make me happy.
Ah, the torture of malling sans funds.