The Queen called me when she landed in Singapore earlier this afternoon to ask me what’s up with the plastic smiles at the airport.
“What is it with all the welcomes? When we landed, they announce “Wecome to Singapore. To all Singaporeans and residents, welcome home.” When I was getting off the plane, there are people lined-up and chirping repeatedly “Welcome to Singapore. Welcome to Singapore…” But when they stamp my Malaysian passport, the fuck face comes out.”
Later, on her way to her sister’s place, the taxi driver asked her whether to take TPE or Hougang Road. When she said she doesn’t know, the taxi driver scolded her, “You live there, why you don’t know?” When she said that she doesn’t live ‘there’, (besides the fact that she was picked up from the airport) he retorts, “Then? You live where?”
The icing on the cake is when they arrived at her sister’s place, he goes, “Wah. Your sister’s house very nice hor. She do what wan?”
The Queen: Shall I show him a copy of her CPF statement also?
Frou: Welcome to Singapore.
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