It's been close to a month since we've been here and I'm starting to settle into the place I'm going to call home for the next few years. So far, we've been focusing on planning our wedding reception here and just getting set up here (getting a phone, internet, finding a new church, etc), so not too much to report. In the meantime, I'm experimenting with this to be one more way for my friends back home to keep in touch with what's happening to me, if they're at all interested.
As a stranger in a strange land, you know that sometimes things get done differently from what you're used to. This past week, I was due for a haircut, so I asked my wife where I should go.
"Oh, all guys get their hair cut by M---- barbers," she says.
What do I know? So off we go. Instructions given, vague nod given by the butcher (I mistake this for understanding). Part way through, I think to myself, maybe they just do things differently here (wrong move, should've spoken up). The end result:
- Do you remember when we were younger and every visit to MacD's or any other fast food joint meant taking more napkins than you could ever use in 10 visits? Hope you saved them up, because napkins are not provided here in many of the eateries here (hawker centres, kopitiam or coffee shops). That's because all the paper is being used by
- Highly trained assasins. Beware of most underpasses, MRT, mall and store entrances. These pathways are patrolled by people capable of silently slashing out at passers-by with a flyer or five. My worst encounter happened here
EDIT: Immigration controls are important in Singapore, like any other country. This was evidenced by the heavy "security" placed around the MTR exit close to the ICA. In the morning when I arrived, there were only 6 pamphlet pushers on patrol, by the time I left in the early afternoon, that had been doubled to manage the increased traffic flow.
EDIT: Having just returned from HK, I have to say that the paper assasins here have nothing on those in Hong Kong, they simply lack the numbers and killer instinct. Instead of waiting like they do here, they pounce and pursue with aggression. Not making eye contact is not enough. You've been warned.
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Oooh...Look forward to reading about life in Singapore.
The haircut is not THAT bad...what does the wife think?
On Tokyo street corners the ninjas whip packets of Kleenex in your face, packets labelled with whatever they were promoting. Obviously a soft pack of tissues is not quite as effective killers as the Singaporean razor-wielders.
At least the packs are pulled out of the way just before you walk into them, unlike the sliding doors, which don't open until after your nose has already touched the door. Do people walk slower in Japan?
welcome to the little red dot. i learned my lesson about local hair 'stylist' a long time ago. 2 words: NEVER AGAIN.
so did you end up going to IBCS?
*rofl* i'm tickled pink by this post! *chuckles*
Re haircut. The men in my family go to Grad Hair Salon on the 1st floor of Bukit Timah Plaza. Fion, in particular (who is there on Fri-Sun) is pretty nifty with the scissors. They're not as cheap as the M-barbers ($15 for a cut) but definitely more stylish. :P
Thanks for the recommendation. Maybe there is a lesson to be learned in all of this.
Awesome. Keith has joined the blogging circuit. Now if only you can post more often than I do - that might qualify you for readership! Goodness knows, I've lost most of mine due to infrequent posting!
Good to hear from you :) So funny and well-written! I almost can't believe it's you!
Well, I figure those that want to read will read. Aim is for weekly or so frequency, but am definitely aiming more for quality than quantity. Of course, subscribe to stay posted...
Glad to see that you are enjoying it, though not sure how to take that last comment. Say hi to your better half for me. Merry Christmas
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