I spent a trip back home reflecting on an article from The Sydney Morning Herald, which was about Singaporeans' lack of good manners.

My first reaction? I found myself on both sides of the fence. I thought it was inaccurate but it couldn't be entirely false, can it?

It's fast approching and  I squint my eyes, trying so hard to read the number. But wait, I'm not alone. Everyone else is on the lookout for their buses. It reminds me of how racing greyhounds anticipate the opening of their doors at the start of a race.