FOREIGN WORKERS SLOG IN TOUGH JOBS, LET THEM REST ON MRT PRIORITY SEATS

Sitting along East West Line on the boring thursday morning, I saw this man sitting at the reserve seat, alone yet not alone. He looked like a foreign worker, dreaming home on his hard earned throne.

As we kaopeh about the stressful days with friends and family, let us spare a thought for the foreign workers who have left their families behind to work in a distant land.

They build our HDB flats and MRT lines, keep our roads clean and parks green, and take care of our young and elderly. They slog and save to support loved ones, but at least with the internet and cellphones they can keep in touch, and feel not quite so far away.