: About Me

I have a shameful secret to confess: I had a Singapore fling. I had to do it, just had to, but it's not something I'm proud of. It all started 24 hours before in KL Sentral train station. I was working in Malaysia, not yet on a work visa, but on a simple three month tourist visa, which required renewing. This meant a trip somewhere: my eyes wandered down to Singapore, the land of sleek skyscrapers, cleanliness, and spot fines for minor social offences. I bought a ticket on a Friday night sleeper train down the country and bedded down for the night, watching the black outlines of the trees ...