Well, two-hour flight from Saigon is not too bad for those who do not like sitting on aeroplane, like me, to reach Singapore. I hate travelling by aeraoplane, as I'm always deaf for a few minutes when it lands. But it seems to be the only means for travelling though.
Why did I have to go to Singapore in such a rush? Well, I know you might wanna ask.... I was supposed to see somebody there. It was such an important meeting intention to me. I wanted to heal things. Well, things! Things are just things, especially when you don't want to point out what it is .... hehehe... So, don't ask me by texting or emailing at all. It's just a general word to describe what I don't wanna say it out right now.
I couldn't see the person I needed to see. It probably was a helpless trip if I see it as a whole. However, it was not really for nothing since I could sort at least some things out from this trip.
The frustrating feeling came out since I landed at Changi - nobody saw me there as it's intended to be. I took a cab, after two-hour of waiting, to Classique. It really was depressing!
Apart from those things, I was upset of other things I saw in Singapore this time. I am trying to summarise all things in a few lines here. On the flight to Singapore I saw many Vietnamese people, most of them were young women, whom, if you just have a quick glance at how they dress, you can tell who they are. Young, pretty, unfortunately ill-educated! They tried to break the queue as if they would be murdered if they didn't. I was too ashamed to people that I was also a Vietnamese on that flight.
The other night I wandered around China town, and I saw serveral Vietnamese girls there. I was so sure that they are prostitues. I stopped by a karaoke singing bar (that's what they call in Singapore) and had some drinks. I heard their conversation - oh shit, it's fucking dirty. They suspected that I was a Vietnamese, luckily I spoke English so well that they thought it was their mistake to think so. I escaped from that shitty place as quickly as I could.
There are not many Vietnamese in Singapore indeed. I can categorise them like this: (1) young, beautiful girls..., generally called a knock-down, being prostitues there, (2) young, smart-looking, thin... being wonderful students of NUS, NTU (only those two universities are academically recognised in Singapore), (3) young, fashionable, a bit whore-looking...being good-for-nothing overthere. The first group is obviously making money, the fucking easiest way in the world for girls to make money. The second one is our pride! They are the Vietnam's future! The last group of people is from rich families but unable to do anything at home. They tried to find some school (Singapore has loads of schools doing education business by offering any kinds of courses with no quality for all kinds of people just wanting to live there, just after America and Australia), moved over and have continued drinking, taking drugs, shopping... Their parents are mostly non-well-educated but rich. They just want to send their children abroad as a "pride". People who don't know the world well may say "Wow, their kids are studying abroad!". Sadly, I very much doubt their children can earn a job as a toilet cleaner at a certain company upon their return. They have earned no money but are spending more than a millionaire is.
Well, back to my story, I so much relied on Julie when we came there three years ago for the interview with NUS. She was such a great traveller, and I didn't do anything except following her. She and I fell out of love, but she was the greatest woman I was ever with. I know in the future I probably shall change my mind when I have a wife or so.
Mum and dad, for sure, will be reading this blog ... hehehe... I have secret to tell you here. You both know of Julie quite well - and I need to tell you that even her mother was shocked and depressed when we broke up. She's an English, but in many ways she's so much better than Vietnamese girls. She was very serious in love, very faithful to me, very sensitively caring for how I felt, took best care of me when I was in England. So was her mother! Mum, you texted me about Laurence when you saw the photos on this blog..., and I just ignored it. I am very sorry for that, but I didn't know how to reply to you. She's my great colleague, mum! There has been nothing between us! She is my great colleague and good friend. That's all!
....And I was seeing a girl called Phuong. She's pretty young though, just around 23 or so. We had a good start several months ago, but soon we got some problems. You might like her if you met... I don't know how to describe our problems - the nature of all things weren't a big deal, but things seem to be at present. Don't you worry for me about it, please! I am thirty years old, and I know what is right and what is wrong. I have to admit that I sometimes fell in wrong girls, but it was when I was young.
I have tried to sort all stuff out, but if it still fails, I shall move on. Once in a lifetime you think you meet someone right for you, you have to catch the chance and hold it with all endeavours. Nevertheless, if that one cannot understand it, cannot feel it, cannot fit you or doesn't appreciate it, just go! You must know I have a good education, a good job in a great company. So, I have no reason to go on with a stupid girl and make my life miserable. I hope you two understand me at this point.
But please don't ask me more about this relationship. OK?! I am not certain of it; I can't tell you....
I must do some washing before going to Sheridans for St. Patrick's Day tonight.
The photos above were taken of all my friends there. Experiencing an Irish atmosphere in the middle of Saigon would leave an unforgettable shot in you. Going there with some folks from work, then gathering with all friends...., we got a great night! Each ticket costs US$29 which offers you free foods and couple nice drinks. The foods weren't that great, but you can't expect great foods at a pub though, even in London, Singapore or wherever.
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