I heart HDBs!

In the world of delusion and bottomless pockets, the search for an ideal home would be easy peasy. Like boiling pasta. But when you have to tick off 3 mains, the search is suicide-inducing. It's always the case of viewing crappy flats in happening neigbourhoods or happening flats in crappy neigbourhoods.

Checklist
Price – Resale? Direct? Will we rake in profits if we sell?
Location – Is it near our workplaces and transport lines?
Renovation costs – How much will it cost to hack those cornices?

I say we say sayonara to the stupid checklist!

Fish’s Revised Checklist
Enticing amenities – A bathtub with a built-in MP3
A kitchen island made for fucking
Self-mopping floors at the touch of a button
A semi-circular balcony with a splishy splashes view
A walk away from a cigarette vending machine (for him)
A walk-in shoe wardrobe
A bashed-up couch conducive for make-out arvos
A backyard with grass and a white wooden swing, where we can spend our nights writing novels and strumming songs like true bred trippin’ hippies

I’d hate it if I had to deal with objections from him that might turn me on.