It's been exactly a week since I stepped foot into the island and today is the day that I make the stay official by going to the Ministry of Manpower to collect my S Pass.
In the waiting hall of the ministry, they play a clip of what's to do and what's not to do on all the tv's - one message that struck deep into my conciousness are these etheral words "Work permit holders are not allowed to marry Singaporean citizens without the permission of the Ministry" (not the exact words per se, but the similar nonetheless).
So I guess I am deemed of as such an organism that occupies the lowest rung of existance that my contamination of the Singaporean gene pool is totally sacreligious. Gasp! Horror! Horror!
Have to look at my purpose of living in a whole new perspective now.
Cheers.
