I don't know if that's spelt right. Correction, I don't care if that's spelt right. Anyway, so I'm walking around Singapore today and wandering around by part of the Grand Prix circuit and I sat down to take a load off and this guy comes up to me and starts saying that he looked at my forehead and telling me that he could see that I have a big heart and that I think too much and something else which I can't remember. Then he took it upon himself to sit down and carry on rambling to me. I knew that he would want money for this privilege. Frankly I should have made him pay me for annoying me like that. Anyway, he carried on spouting some nonsense about how there are two men who have me in their heart but I only have one man in my heart and that's because I love completely or something like that. However, it's a bit weird because he got this little piece of paper and wrote something on it, scrunched it up and gave it to me. He asked me to say a flower and I couldn't think of anything other than 'rose' and then asked me how many of us there with my siblings and me, so I told him I had one brother and one sister and that equals three (I'm not sure if they teach basic arithmetic at Fortune Teller School). Anyway, he told me to look at the piece of paper and sure enough it said 'rose' and the number three. The three thing, a lucky guess. The rose thing, completely contrived in a Derren Brown-esque manner as chatting about love for ten minutes is going to put a rose into pretty much anybody's brain, even mine.
When he asked me for money I told him he could do one and then he started trying to get me to give him my jewellery. I told him he could bugger off, especially when he then said, 'Poor people give me S$30, medium people give me S$60 and rich people give me S$90,' so I gave him a S$1 note and sent him on his merry way.
I also saw lots of cute little Oriental school children today and they were learning about Singapore girls, who are a national icon. To be honest, I wouldn't be too impressed if what represented Britain around the world was a grumpy BA hostess. Also I walked passed Raffles Girls School (secondary) and none of them had rolled their skirts up to be super short. I thought that was interesting.
So that's pretty much it; walked around a lot, forced myself to eat again (for some reason not been hungry) and was awed by the quasi American/Britishness of the place, especially behind Parliament, where all the colonial buildings.
Now waiting for my flight to Sydney and blogging to fill some time. The computers don't have seats so you have to stand up to go on. The mind boggles at the reason for this.
Until Australia!
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