I went to Singapore again yesterday. Dad, mum, rux2nub and huah went along. I slept at 4.15am the day before and the 2 hours of sleep left me lethargic. Lethargic -- Lestat..?? I just couldn't put Lestat out of my mind after watching Tom Cruise in the Interview...
Well, talking about the Immigration Department, of Malaysia. There were boards around stating, 'Our objectives ie ie ie to produce something with an international standard.' I guess that includes politeness and of course, efficacy. Well, politeness, something the uniformed buy behind the counter certainly lack of. He took a glimpse at me and said, 'Jalan.' I was listening to the radio and certainly didn't expect him not to even take a look at our passports. And so I waited, paused, and asked him again, 'Tak perlu lihat?' He EYED me and said, 'Suruh jalan JALAN LAH!' Yeah! International standards! Good job! My dad was half cursing when I drove out of the complex. I was thinking, 'Well, they can say whatever they want... They have the power marr... Can even tear up passports silently behind the counter, just ask the Singaporeans!'
Then I am in Singapore, straight into NUS. Wow! The campus isn't fenced up, I guess the crime rate in Singapore must be near zero. Then the surroundings. I would like to qoute my friends, after returning from the MUNUS games. The contrast is, aihz... I think I am getting into depression just by typing this. Yet people are still bragging about the top 100...
And then I reached Sien's room. Wow! A large single room (by my standards) facing the sea port. Although it might be a little polluted, it still featured sea breeze, so cooling and refreshing! Yes I am going to get a single room during my final year, Huah said, but, frankly, the size of the room, the placing of the room, the furnishing of the room, and the surrounding environment really does make a big difference when you need a comfort zone leisuring after studies. Water heaters, clean and tidy toilets without graffiti, refrigerators, cooking utensils. Well, I guess there's only one proverb suitable for me now. 知足常乐!Long live the a-Q 精神!!
The lunch in Holland Drive was nice, as usual. Huge delicious prawns amongst vegetables, under the trees beside the road, but yet barely a speck of dust except from the construction site nearby. So typically Singapore. No dust, no hassle... Haha! The MRT still remains a sight to behold to me, a Seremban kampung boy. A train on top of an elevated track with its clinking wheels and track. Didn't I mention I can stand in front of an airport's observation area for a few hours, and also beside a railway track frequented by locomotives or any train with the wheel-track clinking? I just admire trains...
The coming back was hard. The Singapore customs had its security tightened. Odd, why would the Singaporeans authority be worried about people leaving Singapore? They even raised a metal plate with teeths aiming at your tyres to prevent people from escaping Singapore straight into, uh, the brigde? The welcoming Malaysian authorities with guns? Funny enough, I still cannot get the answer. Maybe intelligence gathered enough proof about a bombing of the second link bridge. But who would want to? The Malaysian customs was worse! I've never seen such a jam at the customs before. Seemed that a lot of Singaporeans are coming for the weekend shopping spree...?
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