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This is when I got lost...
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When I was four years old, we went to visit Singapore. We lived in Malaysia and often went there to visit friends in Singapore.
When we reached there, after a short flight, I looked outside the car’s window on our way to the hotel. I could see: the shiny lights illuminating the streets; many people sweating while carrying their shopping bags; all kinds of shops, from poor, old, ramshackle Chinese restaurants, to rich jewellery shops.
When we reached the hotel, I immediately lay down on the bed. I was exhausted!
‘Let’s go and have a walk outside to see what we can find,’ my dad said. I refused at once, but at last he convinced me.
All four of us (my dad, my mum, my brother and me) set off to explore Singapore’s streets.
Just outside the hotel, we saw a carnival; full of colourful lights and people. My brother and I begged our parents to go there. After all, we went to explore.
When they had been convinced, we entered through the colourful gate to find ourselves with hundreds of people. We were all feeling we had claustrophobia. To the sides, there were many stands. Some of them had magicians doing magic tricks; some people sold popcorn or peanuts; in others you could win prizes if you managed to do something.
My brother and I ran ahead looking at the different stands, while my parents followed behind, their faces full of boredom.
Towards the end, I ran away from my parents when I saw fire. Somebody was throwing wood on fire to the air and caught it again. I looked amazed while he juggled with fire.
Time passed quickly, and my parents still hadn’t shown up. So I walked back, thinking they were going very slowly. But they were not there. I had lost them! The only thing I could do between a crowd of foreigners to express myself was cry. So I began crying loudly.
Immediately, a Singaporean family asked me what happened. I wasn’t very keen on what to do; my parents taught me not to talk or to go with strangers.
Well, at last I told them I was lost. They told me to go with them to high place and try to spot my parents. I certainly didn’t want to go with them because I was too scared to believe in strangers. I looked at their friendly faces. That convinced me to go with them.
Where they took me was windy and seemed cold. I had a fantastic view of the carnival. I looked down at the people, trying to find my family. It seemed hours to me, as I was so nervous.
At last I spotted my father making his way through the crowd towards me.
I was so happy I found him! When he was with us already, I saw how nervous he was too.
He thanked the family and off back to the hotel we went!
Enjoy!
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When I was four years old, we went to visit Singapore. We lived in Malaysia and often went there to visit friends in Singapore.
When we reached there, after a short flight, I looked outside the car’s window on our way to the hotel. I could see: the shiny lights illuminating the streets; many people sweating while carrying their shopping bags; all kinds of shops, from poor, old, ramshackle Chinese restaurants, to rich jewellery shops.
When we reached the hotel, I immediately lay down on the bed. I was exhausted!
‘Let’s go and have a walk outside to see what we can find,’ my dad said. I refused at once, but at last he convinced me.
All four of us (my dad, my mum, my brother and me) set off to explore Singapore’s streets.
Just outside the hotel, we saw a carnival; full of colourful lights and people. My brother and I begged our parents to go there. After all, we went to explore.
When they had been convinced, we entered through the colourful gate to find ourselves with hundreds of people. We were all feeling we had claustrophobia. To the sides, there were many stands. Some of them had magicians doing magic tricks; some people sold popcorn or peanuts; in others you could win prizes if you managed to do something.
My brother and I ran ahead looking at the different stands, while my parents followed behind, their faces full of boredom.
Towards the end, I ran away from my parents when I saw fire. Somebody was throwing wood on fire to the air and caught it again. I looked amazed while he juggled with fire.
Time passed quickly, and my parents still hadn’t shown up. So I walked back, thinking they were going very slowly. But they were not there. I had lost them! The only thing I could do between a crowd of foreigners to express myself was cry. So I began crying loudly.
Immediately, a Singaporean family asked me what happened. I wasn’t very keen on what to do; my parents taught me not to talk or to go with strangers.
Well, at last I told them I was lost. They told me to go with them to high place and try to spot my parents. I certainly didn’t want to go with them because I was too scared to believe in strangers. I looked at their friendly faces. That convinced me to go with them.
Where they took me was windy and seemed cold. I had a fantastic view of the carnival. I looked down at the people, trying to find my family. It seemed hours to me, as I was so nervous.
At last I spotted my father making his way through the crowd towards me.
I was so happy I found him! When he was with us already, I saw how nervous he was too.
He thanked the family and off back to the hotel we went!
Enjoy!
the instructor of my old kung fu instructor was from singapore. he said in the 1950's and 60's huge gangs, trained well in the martial arts, used to line up in the streets and have battles to the death with traditional weapons such as axes, staffs, chinese broadswords, butterfly knives, sai's, nunchaku - pretty much any you could name.
this was commonplace. although now i believe it is illegal to carry such weapons. no idea why ....
this was commonplace. although now i believe it is illegal to carry such weapons. no idea why ....
Well I heard a story recently from a overseas student who llives in Singapore; he had to carry a gun to defend his family as there were riots going on at the time, with Government troops killing their own people.
Nice story by the way.
Nice story by the way.
Aww what a nice story.
This is when I got lost...
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When I was four years old, we went to visit Singapore. We lived in Malaysia and often went there to visit friends in Singapore.
When we reached there, after a short flight, I looked outside the car’s window on our way to the hotel. I could see: the shiny lights illuminating the streets; many people sweating while carrying their shopping bags; all kinds of shops, from poor, old, ramshackle Chinese restaurants, to rich jewellery shops.
When we reached the hotel, I immediately lay down on the bed. I was exhausted!
‘Let’s go and have a walk outside to see what we can find,’ my dad said. I refused at once, but at last he convinced me.
All four of us (my dad, my mum, my brother and me) set off to explore Singapore’s streets.
Just outside the hotel, we saw a carnival; full of colourful lights and people. My brother and I begged our parents to go there. After all, we went to explore.
When they had been convinced, we entered through the colourful gate to find ourselves with hundreds of people. We were all feeling we had claustrophobia. To the sides, there were many stands. Some of them had magicians doing magic tricks; some people sold popcorn or peanuts; in others you could win prizes if you managed to do something.
My brother and I ran ahead looking at the different stands, while my parents followed behind, their faces full of boredom.
Towards the end, I ran away from my parents when I saw fire. Somebody was throwing wood on fire to the air and caught it again. I looked amazed while he juggled with fire.
Time passed quickly, and my parents still hadn’t shown up. So I walked back, thinking they were going very slowly. But they were not there. I had lost them! The only thing I could do between a crowd of foreigners to express myself was cry. So I began crying loudly.
Immediately, a Singaporean family asked me what happened. I wasn’t very keen on what to do; my parents taught me not to talk or to go with strangers.
Well, at last I told them I was lost. They told me to go with them to high place and try to spot my parents. I certainly didn’t want to go with them because I was too scared to believe in strangers. I looked at their friendly faces. That convinced me to go with them.
Where they took me was windy and seemed cold. I had a fantastic view of the carnival. I looked down at the people, trying to find my family. It seemed hours to me, as I was so nervous.
At last I spotted my father making his way through the crowd towards me.
I was so happy I found him! When he was with us already, I saw how nervous he was too.
He thanked the family and off back to the hotel we went!
Enjoy!
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When I was four years old, we went to visit Singapore. We lived in Malaysia and often went there to visit friends in Singapore.
When we reached there, after a short flight, I looked outside the car’s window on our way to the hotel. I could see: the shiny lights illuminating the streets; many people sweating while carrying their shopping bags; all kinds of shops, from poor, old, ramshackle Chinese restaurants, to rich jewellery shops.
When we reached the hotel, I immediately lay down on the bed. I was exhausted!
‘Let’s go and have a walk outside to see what we can find,’ my dad said. I refused at once, but at last he convinced me.
All four of us (my dad, my mum, my brother and me) set off to explore Singapore’s streets.
Just outside the hotel, we saw a carnival; full of colourful lights and people. My brother and I begged our parents to go there. After all, we went to explore.
When they had been convinced, we entered through the colourful gate to find ourselves with hundreds of people. We were all feeling we had claustrophobia. To the sides, there were many stands. Some of them had magicians doing magic tricks; some people sold popcorn or peanuts; in others you could win prizes if you managed to do something.
My brother and I ran ahead looking at the different stands, while my parents followed behind, their faces full of boredom.
Towards the end, I ran away from my parents when I saw fire. Somebody was throwing wood on fire to the air and caught it again. I looked amazed while he juggled with fire.
Time passed quickly, and my parents still hadn’t shown up. So I walked back, thinking they were going very slowly. But they were not there. I had lost them! The only thing I could do between a crowd of foreigners to express myself was cry. So I began crying loudly.
Immediately, a Singaporean family asked me what happened. I wasn’t very keen on what to do; my parents taught me not to talk or to go with strangers.
Well, at last I told them I was lost. They told me to go with them to high place and try to spot my parents. I certainly didn’t want to go with them because I was too scared to believe in strangers. I looked at their friendly faces. That convinced me to go with them.
Where they took me was windy and seemed cold. I had a fantastic view of the carnival. I looked down at the people, trying to find my family. It seemed hours to me, as I was so nervous.
At last I spotted my father making his way through the crowd towards me.
I was so happy I found him! When he was with us already, I saw how nervous he was too.
He thanked the family and off back to the hotel we went!
Enjoy!