Diary of a Singaporean now living in Rome, Italy
You can smell the distinct smell of burning in the air.
There was a thick haze over the skyline. The large green fields, the lakeside was covered in a grey mist.
Roads that I used to be able to see from a distance is now enshrouded in grey clouds.
Today is the worst that I’ve seen so far.
Pity those who had to work in the outdoors.
Dear Anita,
I’ve been trying to find your contact but to no avail. And the chances of you stumbling on this blog would be one in a billion, but I thought I’d just write anyway.
As an entertainer and singer, I know how reserved you are when it comes to your personal life.
But I would really like to know though, how it was when you met your English husband? Did you have any issues with him? Namely religion? Considering that he wasn’t a Muslim before he met you, was he open to the idea of converting at the time? How long did it take? And what was your role as a motivator the time? Was he able to adjust well? And was there any complication?
As crazy as it is, I really hope that you’ll reply. I’d really like to know …