Made (Love) in Singapore

Made (Love) in Singapore I asked if you were DTF but you said you only like their fried rice. So bobian, go down buy, pay full price. Then go down—on you—your Bukit Bat- ok in my face. Now something stands, jut out like Milo tower, slowly rise like GST. You kiss me. I taste spice. We get in position… then kena “What

are you doing here?” by NParks staff. Staircase too cram. Handicap toilet close liao. “Go home lah!” My sister sleeps in the same room as me—how can? It’s tough— love—but here, finding space for fourth base is harder than trying not to complain.