twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."
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| Wednesday, April 16, 2014
◔ 6:20 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s) | ❝ Living in misery city? ❞ |
Is Singapore a misery city? In response to this article. The idea of a misery city being a place of "mental distress and discomfort"? Yes it is.
Apart from the fact that my family and the most amazing friends in my life are there, it is very much a misery city, mentally speaking. Physically no because Singapore is undeniably a food haven with tons of sunshine and outdoor swimming pools ^^
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The article had responses WRT the good / bad experiences that the readers have met with in Singapore. I personally, have had a terrible experience that spoke a lot about the mindset of Singaporeans.
This happened in late 2010. I had a terrible case of food poisoning after consuming an expired handroll (my mother only purchases expired food, and I have experienced two cases of food poisoning due to the expired sushi she buys), but still decided to head to Parkway Parade because I needed to pass my hamster (Tuffee at that time) to Perry to take care of because I was heading for a long holiday.
I have not vomited the entire day, but when a guy with fucking terrible body odor boarded, I started to retch. With a hand holding onto my hamster cage and the other holding onto my phone, I tried to exit the bus as soon as possible. However, I could not hold it in any longer and ended up vomiting on my phone.
The phone died, obviously.
And that was at Orchard Road, right outside Lucky Plaza.
I walked along Orchard Road, asking passersby to lend me their phones so that I could call Perry and Likai to save me.
Not a single person was willing to get close to me because of the vomit I had on my clothes. No one.
Finally, two ladies approached me asking if I was alright, and offered to lend me their phones. They were Filipino TOURISTS. And the fact that they were letting me make a phone call on a phone that's on roaming...
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It is so much happier being here, because every one is so exceptionally nice and friendly. One doesn't leave a store without having small talk with the cashier about the weather / whatever. My work at the cafe is made fun-er because of the conversations I have with my customers: ranging from how you can get Eduroam almost everywhere in Bloomsbury to a customer sharing an amazing taxi app (called Uber) with me.
Try doing this in Singapore?
It is very easy to identify Singaporeans where I work. They walk in with a black face, and order with an absolute lack of courtesy. Well in their defense, they may be grouchy because they haven't had their daily dosage of coffee, but still. Labels: daily, random, rants, Singapore, thoughts, United Kingdom
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