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“You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip…”

(J.M. Barrie)

And in slipping, you can hear our dreams…

 

 

 

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don’t we make a good pair

history of Singapore in 5 mins

The second video appealed to my immature sense of humour

The grass is always greener…

There is a pub down the road called ‘The Old Brown Shoe.’ I call it ‘The Brown Bear…’ because by the time I leave the place, it BECOMES ‘The Brown Bear.’

There are lots of British expats mingling with Singaporean Chinese and Malays. On SATURDAY they have live music playing – and this week there was a rock / indie band – with lyrics in Chinese.

This got me thinking that the pub is just like the UK, IN the UK. Whilst existing in Singapore, it still takes on that more exotic feel. Yet when I’m inside, I yearn for home. However, that’s the crux: the grass is always greener on the other side. When I venture outdoors again onto its veranda, overlooking the traffic and the tall palms, and the warm night-time air and chatting to anyone who happens to be exhaling the tropical heat with a cigarette in tow,   I think…but I NEVER CAN go back home again – not after seeing all of this, not after staying here for about three weeks; not after even supposing that the openness and generosity of the Malays or the Chinese or the Indians is all superficially  constructed for the benefit of the unsuspecting tourist…because it’s not…A person doesn’t become estranged to a place  they can call home…and I haven’t become estranged…even perhaps when others would. I don’t know.

Anyway, this is going to be home, because  it just CAN be…

2 days of non-stop rain

I don’t need to go and have a shower in doors…2 days of non-stop rain and thunder are enough to put me off going to Tioman for the weekend…

I left my apply apple juice on the window ledge outside by accident and after 1 day it started to FERMENT…I was wondering where the smell of cider was coming from, until I opened the carton…

Home for sleep now.  Not good at all, old chap…

 

Knuckle down and ‘play, up, play up and play the game! Hurrah…for country…for Empire…for lady boys!’

(That’s not me by the way)

 

 

 

这个地方是像中国这样的。

Over the course of  a life so far, there are many things which everybody regrets doing because of the effects it has had on other people. Yet we must take risks and gamble in our lives….if we want things to turn out for the better, or just to reach out…even if the outcome is not so genial. At least we will know that we have tried, out of goodness, not malice. When we start afresh, we leave behind much, such as 心碎 … yet I believe that – provided one is DETERMINED enough – we can succeed at absolutely anything and eventually become more successful people at building enriched lives…

There are too many people out there who sit and remain within the same old boundaries and confines of their lives; the same routine, town, city or job is theirs for life and a fraction of  what they criticise around them becomes a wasted distance of YEARS. Thus they feel the need to judge and castigate the world around them. They are arm-chair philosophers. Such very people may be extremely well read and therefore well versed in expostulating their opinions…yet inside they are trapped; they are unwilling to – “get up and DO.” GET UP AND DO SOMETHING about it.  They are too frightened. Sadly, this is where the world’s prejudice and (sometimes) ignorance emerges from…even if it is not intended as prejudice in the first place.

Change comes from within us; it is not found elsewhere; it is not found in what others can do for us; or how society or the system can provide for us. Change (and positive action) is driven by our hearts 变化来自于我们的心脏 – it is motivated by our willingness to do something for the better, not something destructive.

I could have given up by now because I know that the next three months are going to be a bastard of a struggle. I will have a colleague teaching me Mandarin (quite simply terrifyingly difficult). It took me almost half an hour to write my title piece to this post – and I didn’t use a translator….so God knows how grammatically correct he’s going to think it is…But TRYING and doing something is half the battle; to be quite honest, I’m giving a very new life a “darn good try” – because when you want something to succeed,  you put in all your energy. And that’s what I think we should be instilling in young people…there’s kind of a sense of value and purpose in having a goal and getting there…however small others may regard it…

I’ve said it. 再见

Please don’t feed the monkeys

People feed monkeys to have a closer look at these lovely, charming creatures in parks. Some people think the monkeys are starving.

Monkeys are not starving…!! They need to eat the fruits / berries in the rainforest (not left-over McDonalds)…for natural cycle / conservation to continue…oh why don’t people understand this!! Just bothers me…

Today, I became a member of the Bukit Timah nature reserve, which is a large tropical rainforest in the middle of the city – with resevoir and trek paths…my membership was a deliberate action, unlike the time I accidentally became a Jehovah’s Witness…so I was quite happy about this…

As I was rather critical of tourists from UK in my last post, I will apologise. Sweeping generalisations are my forte when tired….but they’re not helpful….and out of all people, Ben Fogle would understand how to solve this monkey business…