The days are growing shorter
Just four weeks ago, when we landed, the days were ending at 9.30 - 10 pm.
As one of the doctors here, Vincent, so aptly puts it: "Summer is ENDING! YOU BETTER ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS."
Yes, apparently, it goes down to minus 30 or 40 and then it lasts for six months or so... that's what people tell us.
Meanwhile its hot and humid, just like back home. The temperatures have been hitting 38 deg C and 40 deg C. And this is up North of the continent. Imagine Arizona and California etc etc...
So, the Red Cross here are setting up "cooling centres" so people without air conditioning can come in and get respite from the heat, apparently, there have already been some fatalities.
Me? I took the easy way out and went shopping. Bought loads of stuff from H&M It's worth clicking on that link by the way.
Really very very nice stuff.
Blew US$80, but went to another shop - gorgeous dress BUT size zero was ahem... too big... meant for curvy US women methinks. And since my bust is *not* exactly what you'd call generous... you get the idea lah.
Anyway, good thing since that dress was $138 USD. Ouch.
This after Saturday's shopping in downtown Minneapolis where Gene bought some new wine galsses and I ended up with five books... Sigh.
My bank account taking a big whoppin'.
Had a discussion with the girls I went shopping with yesterday: And of course, Singapore with all its rules, regulations came up etc etc.
The long and short of it: While there's a lot that we can bitch about, and there's a hell of a lot that I really dislike - the elitist school system and how it just makes Singaporeans a bunch of short-sighted (in more than one way) cuckoos; the Singapore dream of HDB/Condo-maid-car-credit card etc etc; and of course some of the insanely rude people you get around; I also reckon that it's a really interesting social experiment.
This is a nation in the throes of what perhaps could be compared to teenage angst - we want all the trappings of democracy, but we're too afraid of rocking the boat. We want wealth, power etc etc but won't do very much and expect to be served. But you know what? It's still an amaqzing thing to be inside the country, and to watch how it develops, and JUST by being there, you're taking part in what may come - shaping the social conciousness and all.
Hey am not saying its going to turn out good or bad. But it is mind-blowing because this social experiment is unique. So, you either want to be part of it, and yes, bitching about it is good as well because if enough people bitch and are willing to stand up and be counted, we can influence things. I think.
Okay, enough philosophizing.
Back to book and work (yes, another freelance job due).
Yes; for those who were wondering. Losing Brock was hard. I was a bit weepy and have been turning around at home, half expecting him to trot out for some petting.
And of course, coming home was the hardest, because he wasn't at the foot of the stairwell to greet me... But his owners seem really nice, and he's going back to his friend, who is a dog. Apparently, they play together and at night Brock sleeps on top of the doggie. Cute. Maybe that's why he kept snuggling down with us at night.