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Tuesday, January 19, 2010 || 9:54 PM
I begin to see similarities in all the places that I frequent when at work.
My workplace is in the corner of a row of shops, the last one before a space appears and the next row of shops begin.
The storeroom to place our bags and all our nonsense is at the far
corner of the shop.
My favourite banmian stall at Raffles City food court happens to be at the east
corner of the area.
My second favourite stall that sells teppanyaki is at the
other corner of the court.
Washrooms, without mention, are at the same
corner of every floor in Raffles City.
If I need a quick bite or drink, I head to McDonalds, which is in the
corner of Raffles City, closest to the MRT station.
When I go home from work, I'm forced to one
corner of the MRT because the middle carriages will always be chock full.
When I reach my block, I use the lift at the far
corner of the block, because my home happens to be at the
corner as well.
What a life.
