‘Sale’ Madness

THE grumbling of my stomach and the ticking of my wristwatch vied for my attention, both conniving to stretch my patience to the limit. As usual, I had missed breakfast and…

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Pride and durian fever

A TEXT message from fellow reporter Gwen interrupted my two-hour futile attempts to drift off to dreamland. The luminous hands of my bedside clock pointed to 3:15 a.m. I groped for…

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