Singaporeans are all about rushing, pushing people around, running for the train. Even though everyone knows well enough that the interval in between trains are only 3 to 4 minutes. As a stranger here, I have no choice but to act as the pack. Sometimes I think i have been unconsciously sucked into this world of madness.
When my boyfriend came from California a couple of months ago, he couldnt be bothered about running for MRTs. I love his composure about it. And you know he's right when he said that the next train is going to be here in the next 3 minutes and he wouldnt want to sweat about it.
Earlier I was walking in the interchange and the couple in front of me was holding hand, taking their own sweet time obviously. That got me thinking, if you were here babe, I wouldn't give a damn about the world and I would take my time strolling as if we are in a park. Because time stays still when you have all the love in the word beside you.
P/S singaporeans, you guys gotta get a life.
When my boyfriend came from California a couple of months ago, he couldnt be bothered about running for MRTs. I love his composure about it. And you know he's right when he said that the next train is going to be here in the next 3 minutes and he wouldnt want to sweat about it.
Earlier I was walking in the interchange and the couple in front of me was holding hand, taking their own sweet time obviously. That got me thinking, if you were here babe, I wouldn't give a damn about the world and I would take my time strolling as if we are in a park. Because time stays still when you have all the love in the word beside you.
P/S singaporeans, you guys gotta get a life.
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