an article by an expat who's obviously enamoured with the wee islet, wart's and all. so, sample the following perplexin bit:
... Perhaps the eccentricities of this wonderful country can be summed up by the following (true) story; while walking across Raffles Place (the main business area) one day, I happened to pass the end of an extremely long line of people. Even by local standards, it was a scorchingly hot day.
Intrigued, I asked the lady at the end of the line what exactly she was queueing for. With a perfectly lucid expression, she turned to me and replied: ''I have no idea -but it's free."
The same question elicited similar responses from others in the line. Still pondering the insanity of this response, I returned to my office building and spent the the next 45 minutes trying to get into a lift.
said expat wasted whatever's left of his greycells pondering? methinks he's been out in the sun for far too long.
as enscribed by the letter b @ June 10, 2005 11:25 AM