Of fine food and shit

The foreign workers problem in Serangoon Garden is like the traffic congestion problem. You squeeze at one corner, it will prop up in another corner. That is how small and how tight we are. We don't have the luxury of space. When your neighbour farts, you smell it. What we need is a special path direct to heaven for the foreign workers. I mean have a special express like helicopter lift, from dormitory to work place and back. You cannot have the cake and eat it as well. You want to eat all the fine food, be prepared for the smell when they are turned into shit.