A Singlish scholar foresees his departure*

I don't exactly have the gift of prophecy, but let me use make this prediction nonetheless:

My last few months in Singapore will be dismaying, enervating, appalling, despairing, hope-sparking, nurturing, painful, splendiferous, arduous and ardent.

*A pun on William Butler Yeat’s poem “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death”, for those who want to know