The Singapore Super Trees with Marina Bay Sands in the background.
Confession… I’ve been editing and revising too much. I have to get through my entire perpetually-nearly-finished novel by Friday to send it for development editing. I’m about two thirds of the way through. Now my brain….it’s…refusing…to work.
Has this ever happened to you? What do you do to recharge your brain?
Yep, imagine that was Kelso from that ‘70’s show screaming it. Anyway I live in Singapore right now, which is a fabulous, inspiring adventure, but I definitely get homesick. I miss things. Like snow (especially when it’s 90 degrees with 90% humidity every day). Yes Midwesterners, I’m sad to be missing out on snow in April and I’m glad I was home during one of those polar vortexes that I’d never heard of till this year. Totally did the whole throwing boiling water thing, no I didn’t get burned. Point of this post: thought I’d share one of my favorite Wisconsin pics to spread the love across the internet 😛 I think it was ten below zero Fahrenheit on the day this was taken last December.
(Taken near Arab Street, Singapore)
A just question and very fitting for this blog post!
When I told people back in Wisconsin that my husband and I were renting out our house, I was quitting my job, and we were moving to Singapore, I usually got some variation on these four questions:
1) Is that is China? No, it’s off the tip of Malaysia but most of the country is ethnically Chinese so half a gold star.
2) Why? Most people thought we were kind of crazy for completely uprooting our lives and moving across the world, especially since I’d never even been to Singapore. Okay, so it actually does sound kind of crazy but YOLO, right? Ew, that’s so 8 months ago, so I’ll go with carpe diem instead.
3) You can’t chew gum there right? This is true. No gum allowed!
4) Isn’t that where those American guys got caned for spraying graffiti? Yes, yes it is.
The Singapore government likes to keep things both safe and clean and they succeed at both. I walk around at 3 a.m. by myself with no fear. So anyway, when I discover graffiti in Singapore, I’m intrigued. Here are a few examples (apologies for the bad language; I swear I did not graffiti it!).
This one’s so elaborate I can’t help but wonder if it was commissioned and therefore not true graffiti.
That is NOT AT ALL a Singaporean way of thinking! School is life in Singapore and test scores are everything.
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I’ll share more as I find it!
Sarah J. Carlson 