Rip Van Winkle awakes

Winkle has just woke up from his long slumber and he told me of his astonishment at the changes he saw in the island. When he took the train he said he was surrounded by foreigners all over. He tried very hard to find a familiar Singaporean face but could hardly see one. He said he felt strange and uncomfortable. Where are the Singaporeans?

He went shopping  and found out that all the sales staff serving him were foreigners. The only consideration was that they were very helpful and friendly. He still asked to be served by a Singaporean by the sales staff could not find one and did not know where have they been to.

He went for his favourite bak kut teh and char kway teow and could not help to notice that the hawkers were all foreigners. Where are the Singaporeans?

Then he went to see his banker to check on his deposits. The bank manager was also a foreigner, the counter staff also foreigners. Where have all the Singaporeans gone? He tried to contact his old kakis but could not find them as well.

After thinking over it for a while then he started to smile. The Singaporeans are so lucky. No need to work, no need to study, all on holiday. And all must be very rich, no need to take public transport. What a great life for Singaporeans. Now the foreigners are here to do all the work, even struggling to get a degree in the university while Singaporeans party and enjoying themselves.

He saw the big advertisement about the big party called SG50.  That must be a party to attend where all the Singaporeans would be there having a ball. Life is so good for the Singaporeans.