$ingaporeans always seem to be in a rush... you can see it in their faces, in their purposeful strides, in how you do NOT expect a $ingaporean to apologize if he knocks past you during his purposeful stride cos you were in his way, dammit... in how they scramble to work in the mornings and how they drag their tired feet back to their homes at night. Even people in the service line appear so harried and stressed that you find yourself feeling embarrassed and paiseh at having to trouble them and consume their worktime with your insignificant little requests. My personal encounters: the counter staff at Bugis Sunny Holidays, the waiters at Raffles City Cafe Cartel, the lousy waiters at Suntec Olio Dome (they forgot my fries, and they forgot to refill my glass although I asked 3 times, can you beat that). We are so caught up with work that we have forgotten how to smile, so much that a portion of our taxes has gone into reminding us to smile; we were asking for it, didn't we?
Sometimes I wonder, am I really better off than a tramp?

The daylight hours are relatively simple for the tramp amongst us. They pose the comforts of sleep, sustenance and sociability. Night time poses only suffering. This is an edifying reversal of normal practice, when it is evening that brings food, rest and intercourse while day time is taken up with the various forms that work takes. Work is a man's trial, his suffering, his nearest equivalent to the tramp's night-time horrors. Inevitable, de rigueur but hardly much fun.
- Robert McLiam Wilson, Ripley Bogle

Hmmm, evening brings food, rest and intercourse? I recall a survey in the Straits Times that said $ingaporeans are too tired after work to have sex. Does Trampdom beckon you?