I’m in a bit of a conundrum. It’s been a while since my last visit to Singapore, and I’d really like to go back and spend some time with my family and friends.
Initially, I thought that July and August is the best time to go because I don’t have any engagements then, since a lot of things such as schools and public gyms are closed.
I’d have to go alone without Cart though, but he can’t leave the country for too long. I don’t like the idea of being away from Cart for that long, but oh well. Checking on the airline tickets though, it already costs quite a pretty penny now to compared to if we travelled in December.
Maybe I should have booked on earlier instead of waiting for Cart to give me the green light? I really don’t know what to do now.
The cute response is when I asked my mum for advice, since I’d most probably stay with my parents then –
Me : When would be better for me to come over? August or December?
Mum : Come in August! And go back in December 😀
In Rome, there is this term called “Pagare alla Romana” or to pay the Roman style which basically to split the bill equally especially when eating out in a group. It makes it easier and faster to calculate.
I’m not a big fan of it though, because there are some things which I don’t consume which costs more, and many a times I’d think to myself, “Why should I pay for your beer which costs 5 euro, when I’m just having water which costs 2?”
Which probably sounds a little bit selfish, considering that when we go out with friends, we’re there to enjoy each other’s company and we shouldn’t be too calculative, right? But then again, it just doesn’t seem justified if one has to do it multiple times.
Whenever I go for my aqua-gym sessions, the pool is always shared with other adult swimmers and children occupying the other lanes.
Each time that we’re done, there will always be a crowd at the showers – mostly with mothers, easily distinguished by the bright blue plastic shoe covers, fussing over their daughters – like putting shampoo for them, insisting on lathering them up with soap. It’s not like the girls are not able to do it themselves. They look autonomous at about 8 – 10 years old.
I observed the scenario. It wasn’t something new. But something clicked in my head. I’ve been going to this pool for several years now but I’ve never really given much thought on how overprotected many children are.
Another example is how school children, under the age of 12 are not allowed to go home without the accompaniment of a trusted adult.
I understand the motive, but growing up in Singapore, for me,this was something that took a while for me to get used to, because most of us have been taught to be independent as soon as possible.
One may say that the 80s was a very different time from the present. And that the level of crime was lower in the old days.
Nevertheless, it’s common even now to see a regular South East Asian kid, of the same age as the girls from the pool, being able to take the bus by herself, being able go to school by herself and even go to swimming classes by herself if she wanted to.
Just an observation. I’m sure it’s just a matter of cultural differences.
Oh gosh. Where does the time go? It’s crazy how the day just pass by so quickly – I wake up, do stuff and the day is over?!
I’ve blogged about this before about ten years ago, but it’s still an amazement to me. I remember when I was a kid and had about an hour to play before dinner and that hour to me, felt like an entire afternoon. Gosh, how and when did it change to how we are now?
Perhaps it is because our perception of time changes as we grow older, in the sense that we have more tasks to achieve and when we are not able to do them all, time seems to go fast. But I also think that especially with the distractions of technology, time is stolen away bit by bit.
Perhaps we should just slow down and live in the moment, no matter how boring the present may be. I’d like to try for my senses be more present and be self aware of what’s around me – like admiring at the jackets the people who pass me by are wearing or smelling the coffee aroma as I pass by a bar.
Sometimes it’s nice to just breathe and do nothing.