A few months into living in Perth, I realised how Singaporean I remain, when the kiasu beast rose in me, unbidden.
I was at a new Malaysian noodle eatery where a long queue was forming at the front desk. I took one look at the packed premises, and spied a couple vacating their table. Quick as a flash, I rushed over to the table and plonked my handbag down to “chope” or reserve the table, and asked my dining companion to sit there, before I joined the queue to order.
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