Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Beyond Words
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I read an article a few weeks ago bemoaning the use of the Internet for the uploading of badly taken photographs. Talk about Canute ordering the tide to go back. I'm happy to be just another of the mob beating at the gates of civilisation on this one. (Apologies for the mixed metaphors and the iffy pictures - but Fifi also bears responsibility for a number of these.)
An attempt to convey a few of the thoughts & feelings of an expatriate teacher in sunny Singapore (and adjacent spots on occasion.)
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About Me
- Brian Connor
- Singapore
- My vision: retirement and a life of leisure. My mission: to manage decline gracefully. My goal: to get to the end of the day in one piece. Born in Manchester, I am at present living and working, as a teacher of English, in Singapore, having done so since 1988. My wife, Noshayati – whom I call Noi, and others call Yati – is Malaysian, and we travel frequently to her homeland, where most of her family live (in Melaka.) We own a house in Kuala Lumpur. My sister and family still live back in Manchester and we try to visit occasionally. I used to work for the Ministry of Education in Singapore, but since 2007 have been employed directly by an independent school here. It pays the bills. I converted to Islam in 1997 and find myself even more interestingly placed in the world as a result. I like occupying intersections. They afford useful perspectives. I’d like to think I have a sense of curiosity which keeps me young. But the jury is still out on this. A good day is one on which just about everything seems interesting. Some days are not so good, but I'm not so naive as to believe I have any right to expect otherwise.
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