i am back
There aren’t many things that I’d like to say nowadays that isn’t laced with discontent. I would like to blame this unhappiness to the fact that I am in Singapore, for good, but I know, I can’t.
She is as a good a country as any other. Sure she has her bad points, the ones often ridiculed by western media and society but quite frankly there are good points. And those good points outweigh the bad ones. The only thing that I can blame fully without pulling my punches is the weather. This hot humid weather.
A friend of mine has a theory. The reason why Singaporeans aren’t so friendly, or rather seem unfriendly, is because of the sun. with the sun shining on one’s face every day, it is not a 21st Century revelation by any stretch. Has anyone ever noticed, that the inhabitants of Singapore (as opposed to Singaporeans, cause that would be discriminatory to the close to a million working immigrants here) look happier at night. Another reason for that on which I would pretend not to exist is the fact that it’s the end of a working day, so that I can have a bit more leverage on my quicksand argument.
One could argue that another tropical country like say, the Maldives are more friendly. To them I say, Oh please…, the Maldives, with all due respect, isn’t a country, despite them claiming to be one. A country (not to be confused with THE country) is a place where humans live side by side and yet ignoring each other. That is a country. And they gather once a while when an event like the World Cup is on. Plus, the Maldives does not have the one impetus that makes it less friendly, a concrete jungle.
Without a concrete jungle, there are more winds, more birds, more fauna and so on so forth, you know, all those Pocahontas singing in the forest kind of thing that made Captain Smith so randy that he didn’t know she was so ug… errr… not so exotic (don’t believe what Disney tell you). Plus I seriously think she was just a figment of a white man’s imagination. Has anyone ever heard of a Native American name such as Pocahontas? Shouldn’t it be White Eagle, Blue Sparrow, Red Bull, Silence of the Lambs or the likes? In any case, it doesn’t take a Singaporean much to get so worked up. Just give them a nudge, and all fury cometh.
Thank god it takes me more than that to get all worked up. Although admittedly, I would have liked to throw myself in a fits of frenzy sometimes with all those impatient people around me. Don’t get what I mean. Well try walking around Marina Mall on the weekends. Try to go through a lot of doors and you will get what I mean. But for now, I shall remain zen.
She is as a good a country as any other. Sure she has her bad points, the ones often ridiculed by western media and society but quite frankly there are good points. And those good points outweigh the bad ones. The only thing that I can blame fully without pulling my punches is the weather. This hot humid weather.
A friend of mine has a theory. The reason why Singaporeans aren’t so friendly, or rather seem unfriendly, is because of the sun. with the sun shining on one’s face every day, it is not a 21st Century revelation by any stretch. Has anyone ever noticed, that the inhabitants of Singapore (as opposed to Singaporeans, cause that would be discriminatory to the close to a million working immigrants here) look happier at night. Another reason for that on which I would pretend not to exist is the fact that it’s the end of a working day, so that I can have a bit more leverage on my quicksand argument.
One could argue that another tropical country like say, the Maldives are more friendly. To them I say, Oh please…, the Maldives, with all due respect, isn’t a country, despite them claiming to be one. A country (not to be confused with THE country) is a place where humans live side by side and yet ignoring each other. That is a country. And they gather once a while when an event like the World Cup is on. Plus, the Maldives does not have the one impetus that makes it less friendly, a concrete jungle.
Without a concrete jungle, there are more winds, more birds, more fauna and so on so forth, you know, all those Pocahontas singing in the forest kind of thing that made Captain Smith so randy that he didn’t know she was so ug… errr… not so exotic (don’t believe what Disney tell you). Plus I seriously think she was just a figment of a white man’s imagination. Has anyone ever heard of a Native American name such as Pocahontas? Shouldn’t it be White Eagle, Blue Sparrow, Red Bull, Silence of the Lambs or the likes? In any case, it doesn’t take a Singaporean much to get so worked up. Just give them a nudge, and all fury cometh.
Thank god it takes me more than that to get all worked up. Although admittedly, I would have liked to throw myself in a fits of frenzy sometimes with all those impatient people around me. Don’t get what I mean. Well try walking around Marina Mall on the weekends. Try to go through a lot of doors and you will get what I mean. But for now, I shall remain zen.
Finger Acrobatics Performed
On Monday, July 03, 2006 at 1:06 pm.
Skip It and Leave Some!
