How to live poor in Singapore 21

get used to the dirt

So, how does it feel to live so close to the ground? It was 12 years ago accepted as intern, 5 years confirmed into the caste.

Do you eat well any more, like the madding crowd? They and their must-try gourmet inventions, because food is plentiful and food to spend? Have you quickly tired of all those innovations, not that many more times’ worth their top-ranking prices, and settled for the endless delights of white rice and plain noodles, soya sauce and pepper, white river fish-meat and green cabbage family?

Ready to decouple, like that balding eagle and distressed dragon, once your last mobile and computer break down? Perhaps you'd amuse yourself incessantly forth again, with pencil and rubber, whilst the rest of the nation marches towards augmented ghosts and AI-controlled cyborgs.

And what robotic cleaning maids could you possibly need any more? Ignore the abalone, festive decorations that would not last even in dumpsters soon, and gift hampers that bleed you dry before you even take in profits. You will join in the voluntary taxations of showoff spending, over shadowing the rest of the year when you give away dutifully in state online gambling where the state house always wins big. Might as well stick to e-commerce far cheaper than even Amazon ebooks, and free mobile games and computer demos (don't pay to lose - I mean win).

Video doorbells - use da peephole, let them bang on the gate! Staycations in hotels - stay at home, keep your apartment from drippin’… Exercise in sports lingerie attire, then shop and eat everywhere: free isometrics without machines at home to help you walk, babes.

Where many are driving silent and smooth in electric cars, and many elderly claim the sidewalks with powered scooters, you would only need your legs and hands for buses and trains, before they decay and fall off in diabetic rot - but at least you exercised with daily physical activities (besides sitting and just piloting) before they did. But you would have failed your national duties of paying for your biometric passport renewals, carbonising yet more skies with pollutive-fuel jetting around, using up your salary surpluses to generate holiday and business waste with global contributions. Yes, you're supposed to forestall encroaching madness of contemporary work stress with overseas tourism, but for not much longer - ask those foreign tourists and work talents who come to replace you instead.

Life continues to be so good. And merrily getting more expensive, than cheaper.