Faith-T (the big one, not my little girl) writes about the charms of Punggol (better known as The Forgotten Lands) and gets a call from a research writer for a TV show. Not bad what.
In their little love-trip to the backwaters of Punggol (no, not the NTUC Fairprice supermarket), her husband (her "hunka-hunka.." *shudder*) tries to fish but catches nothing, and claims the fish were hiding. Of course they were.
Faith-T proves that there is always some redeeming value in an estate that was meant for greater things (you know this because the Government put a "21" after its name), but ended up with empty flats and large pockets of residences where the Starhub cable network is still not switched on yet. (Waits for flames from Punggolites)
Hey, at least there will always be the mussels and the kangkong (water spinach).
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Does this mean the property prices in Punggol will go up?
Will some decision maker in URA finally build that swimming pool/sports complex that according to the map I got from HDB, is supposed to be across my street?
Can the LRT finally take passengers, instead of taunting me by going round and round in circles - testing? testing?! - while I wait patiently for the bus?
Will my friend finally stop calling the view from her Punggol flat “Mordor"?
Will I stop gushing?
