The day I turned into a number with symbols.
Walking from Caldecott MRT to Caldecott Broadcast Centre would have been relatively painless, if it weren't for the scorching hot weather. Maybe I've been spending more time indoors, so once I spend more than a few minutes in the heat outside, it becomes terribly uncomfortable. If only construction work for the Downtown East Line had begun much, much earlier, I wouldn't even have to take a bus just to get to the train station. It's wonderful what a curry puff and a popiah can do when you're desperate to find something to eat late in the afternoon.
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