f.r.e.d

I’m at risk of having my blog turned into a complaint column.

Nonetheless, i ought to clarify that before i actually started this blog during carefree days in CT, i always thought that if i ever started a blog, it’d be to record the interesting conversations with cabbies.

Don’t ask me why, but somehow i end up meeting very chatty cab drivers who seem to have the most amazing stories. Lots of rides become an educational journey. Like the other day, when i learnt that bursaries differed depending on the community clubs or areas you live in – my friendly driver shared with me that the Holland/Ghim Moh area had the highest bursary awards. And while we were at it, did you know that bursaries are not just awarded to the needy families?

So anyway, because i left my job and could no longer afford taxi rides (not that i actually paid for the rides out of my own pocket while i was still employed), this blog started without a taxi theme.

Now that i’m back – sometimes on the road – as a long-suffering (ie. suffer from working long hours) journo, guess it’s about time those taxi tales come along.

Stay tuned.