Singaporean Friends It's something that I'll never take for granted. As an expat, I move every year or two. |
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People who have little to gain through my
success. Every time it surprises me. And every time, I ask myself, why? Why do they take the time to help me? And the only answer I can find, happily, is that people really do like to help. People prefer to be nice, when given the chance. And Singapore is no exception. I mention this because Singapore has a reputation. And yet this reputation is not deserved by the people I know. |
The first person I met in Singapore was Mei Kuan, and she's been a great
friend from day one. Quick to smile, with a great laugh, she was eager to help me from the moment she knew that we might move to Singapore. She lives in America now, and it's always a highlight for me to see her when I'm back there. Another one of the worlds' great smiles is owned by my former administrative assistant, |
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and current friend Jodi. I've described Jodi as "the purest light I've ever known", and
it's the best description I have. Desmond and Jason are typical of Singaporeans, as well. Smart, hard-working, but never taking work as anything more than work, they understand that there is always a balance that must be maintained in life. |
When I think of the guys I worked with - Boon Hui,
Wilfred, Vincent, Peter, Eric, Paul, Pang, Mat, Alan, and others - it's hard to imagine a
need for the 'Smile Singapore' campaign. But, of course, Singaporeans are not known for being frivolous. They are known as industrious, goal-oriented individuals. And that's also true. When I think of someone being 'Singaporean', I usually think of Nicole. As
a Chinese, born and raised in Malaysia, she embodies the multi-cultural aspect of
Singapore. |
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And she's one of the people who makes me optimistic about the future of
Singapore. But, I'm just scratching the surface. I probably can't ever return the many favors, but I can say one thing that I hope gives them some small satisfaction - long after the smell of durian fades away, when the taste of pepper crab is gone, and feel of moist air is a distant memory, I will think of the people - and smile. |