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Then, blurry and confused in the taxi on the way to the airport, I had one of those conversations where you begin to doubt what you're hearing."Do you prefer war or peace?" my driver asked.
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Showing posts with label conversations. Show all posts
Saturday, September 29, 2012
War or Peace?
I think somebody is taking the piss. At the end of every night's cacophony in Chinatown (my wife swears last night's finale was a sped up version of "Could You Feel Love", sung in Mandarin), there's a comedy trill, bop-bub-babaBAABAAbompBOM, and then everything went quiet, like the finale of a not-very-good sitcom from the 1970s.
Then, blurry and confused in the taxi on the way to the airport, I had one of those conversations where you begin to doubt what you're hearing."Do you prefer war or peace?" my driver asked.
Then, blurry and confused in the taxi on the way to the airport, I had one of those conversations where you begin to doubt what you're hearing."Do you prefer war or peace?" my driver asked.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Brief encounter
My wife got the afternoon off, and went to drink wine. I had to stay at the office and fend off balls of scrunched up paper that my boss flung at my head to relieve the tedium.
At 5:45, I fled the office and headed to Chinatown, where my wife was in the hawker centre with a friend and two men I'd never met before. One was a short, quiet Filipino; the other an intensely voluble Chinese guy, who kept telling us over and over again that he'd worked in the Marco Polo hotel and could show us some good food.
At 5:45, I fled the office and headed to Chinatown, where my wife was in the hawker centre with a friend and two men I'd never met before. One was a short, quiet Filipino; the other an intensely voluble Chinese guy, who kept telling us over and over again that he'd worked in the Marco Polo hotel and could show us some good food.
