An attempt to convey a few of the thoughts & feelings of an expatriate teacher in sunny Singapore (and adjacent spots on occasion.)
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Cooling Off
For the first time ever since I've been living on this island I actually felt uncomfortably cold this afternoon as I was sitting in the living room, and it had nothing to do with over-assertive air-conditioning. We've had a few rainy days here and today the temperature went down to around 24 degrees. With the windows open and the wind blowing there was no need at all for a fan or air-conditioning. Quite the opposite. I wouldn't have minded a heater.
I decided to walk up to Holland Village to warm myself up a little. For once the trek there and back didn't result in me working up any kind of sweat.
Mind you, none of this comes close to the discomfort of the cold we experienced on some of the days we were in Turkey, especially when we visited Bursa. Noi, as ever, enjoyed the snow. It did nothing for me, pretty as it might look in the pictures above.
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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