Last evening, I met up a Dutch lady for coffee at Wheelock. She’s probably the first Alopecian I ever spoke to in Singapore. And for the first time, I felt I’m talking to someone who truly understands the awkwardness of being different from the crowd.

As a local, I hate to agree that Singaporeans are a bunch of rude people, who gawk and stare (and even pinch), and then choose to ignore you if you approach them.

If you only know why sometimes I feel like slamming my handbag into some people’s face.