Saturday, August 6, 2016
Newly Arrived
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After a lazily tired morning I stirred myself to get a bit of work done, and then it was off to our Haj class at Geylang and a visit to the latest arrival to our extended family at KK Hospital. She hasn't got much to say for herself at the moment but registers firm annoyance over a change of pampers which augurs well for the future. Or not, as the case may be.
An attempt to convey a few of the thoughts & feelings of an expatriate teacher in sunny Singapore (and adjacent spots on occasion.)
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About Me
- Brian Connor
- Singapore
- My vision: retirement and a life of leisure. My mission: to manage decline gracefully. My goal: to get to the end of the day in one piece. Born in Manchester, I am at present living and working, as a teacher of English, in Singapore, having done so since 1988. My wife, Noshayati – whom I call Noi, and others call Yati – is Malaysian, and we travel frequently to her homeland, where most of her family live (in Melaka.) We own a house in Kuala Lumpur. My sister and family still live back in Manchester and we try to visit occasionally. I used to work for the Ministry of Education in Singapore, but since 2007 have been employed directly by an independent school here. It pays the bills. I converted to Islam in 1997 and find myself even more interestingly placed in the world as a result. I like occupying intersections. They afford useful perspectives. I’d like to think I have a sense of curiosity which keeps me young. But the jury is still out on this. A good day is one on which just about everything seems interesting. Some days are not so good, but I'm not so naive as to believe I have any right to expect otherwise.
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