I used to prefer staying in the east, close to the sea. The sun seem brighter and the air fresher. It is nearer to the airport, a good place to hang out if you are not there to see your loved ones off. East coast park is always buzzing with activities and it gives an impression of a resort living kind of lifestyle.
Due to proximity to Daddy’s workplace, we ended up staying in the west, nearer to the island’s industrial area. The air seem more polluted, the sun doesn’t shine as bright and malaysian bikers rule the highway BKE and KJE.
After staying here for close to 6 years. I realised that the west side does has its charm. Every weekend, people flocked from different parts of the island to climb our ‘highest’ peak. Maybe as a measure to neutralize the pollution, the west side seem to be greener. Just outside our house, you can see lush green tropical rainforest.
and just behind our house, among the overgrowth, there is a little path that leads to this….
a railway track!
This is the Malayan Railway Track that is still in operation today and it is right behind our house!
At certain time of the day, if you are lucky, you get to see train, those old ones, not MRT, passing by with long carriages filled with goods. And if you are the more adventurous sort, you may want to try hiking and retrace this forgotten railway. Some interesting reads from here and Singapore Expat before you set off!
Daddy sent this picture back. His first dinner in Paris! St Dalfour Jam , my favourite jam, the all natural, pure fruit with no added sugar jam and it is french! I had to ship almost half a dozen to States the last time cos they don’t have it there. Guess I can have all I want this time in France, so far it is the only thing in Paris that is cheaper than in Singapore. But still, I hope I don’t have to end up eating this for dinner! 😀
‘I want Daddy’ ‘I want to go with Daddy’ ‘I will miss Daddy’ ‘Can we go with Daddy’
Mal was bawling at the departure hall of T3. If you have seen how he cried over his beetle and his water bottle, his bawling at T3 won’t come as a surprise. Daddy is leaving for France, 6 weeks before us, to lay the ‘ground work’, which is mainly to find accommodation in Paris. It is going to be tough, finding decent accommodation that doesn’t cost us a bomb right in the middle of Paris and with the language barrier, it will only make it even harder. I had only recently found out how freaking expensive it is to stay in Paris. In a way, I was glad that both me and Mal was spared from this tough chore, the price for that will be a month of separation from Daddy.
We had been preparing Mal for this moment, telling him that Daddy will be going away and he won’t get to see Daddy for the next month, however he seem oblivious which made Daddy a little disappointed. But Daddy’s disappointment soon turned to heartaches when he saw how sad Mal was at the gate entrance. He took a good half an hour after Daddy left to finally calm down.
That night, before going to sleep, my little boy told me ‘I want to sleep with you tonight’ ‘because Daddy is not around’ ‘so that you will not be lonely’