Yesterday I went to Singapore for a (little too short) daytrip. There, I caught up with Rulin who took me to Haji Lane near Bugis where I:
wish I had more money to spend at,
am thankful I didn't have more money to spend at,
think almost every sales assistant in that one tiny lane is pretty,
am not over that sales assistant from Soon Lee,
should've bought that jacket and nerd specks, and
ate Mos Burger and then thought I should've went somewhere else.
All in all I totally loved my day there and bought a sweet shirt and a super sweet scarf.
Totally recommendable to everybody who feels like they've got a fat wallet that needs dieting.
With Rulin - a Singaporean lost in Singapore - as my tourguide, I could not have asked for a more entertaining day.
On the ride back, I couldn't help but notice how bad the traffic has gotten over the years at the Causeway.
The motorcycle lane itself consisted of hundreds and perhaps even up to a thousand bikes lining up just to cross the border back into Malaysia in the evening. What's most scary is that these people probably do this twice everyday for about an hour, and for that hour, they're simply breathing in carbon monoxide.
It is a slow process but it is suicide, and it is ridiculous.
They should swim.