“Good evening, happy Tuesday, welcome to bus service number 196,” says the beaming turbaned driver in a musical Indian accent. And so my love-hate relationship with Singapore’s public transport.
15 years ago
Two guys loudly discuss who to CC into work emails. I read a bit more of the paper, eat a bit more of my expensive salad and try to.
15 years ago
Shielding my eyes against the glare, I look at a distant peak, so far in the distance it’s just a shimmer of purple, a suggestion of a mountain rather.
15 years ago
In Singapore, many families — local and expat — have a helper. In Vietnam, families have maids, known as người giúp or “help person”. In Western countries, parents can get.
15 years ago
The three nước ngoài (foreigners) in the office were focussed on meeting the 8pm deadline for putting the paper to bed on Christmas Eve. Our Vietnamese co-workers were, as.
15 years ago
At the end of 2006 I was a wreck. I was bowed down by financial commitments, a huge workload and deadlines. I felt time poor and hugely burdened by.
15 years ago
Braving the humidity, I went for a short stroll at lunchtime. A few steps from Singapore’s boring financial district I found the wonderfully ornate Thian Hock Keng Temple. On.
15 years ago
During a rowdy after-work drinking session, perched on a tiny plastic stool at a sidewalk “bar”, I discovered my boss had been sent to Afghanistan as a reporter. I.
15 years ago