May 15, 2009. Friday: Biting the bullet After midnight, a Singaporean man boarded my taxi on
Duxton Hill, one of the popular nighttime hangouts in town. He sat in the back seat and told me to go to Kang Bahru. His words sounded strange so I sought confirmation, Are you saying Tiong Bahru, Sir? He said Kang Bahru once again, and affixed a yes in the end. So I started driving ...