I’m finally back from a wonderful holiday in my homeland… well been back a couple of weeks now. I always feel downhearted whenever I arrive back in the UK – not that I don’t like it, and thank God I’ve arrived safely – but the airports aren’t as visitor friendly. In Singapore it all makes sense – the taxi rank is just there, and there’ll be taxis waiting for your custom, with sufficiently polite drivers. Or, my relatives will be there to pick me up. Upon arriving at Gatwick I had to hunt around for a taxi, no, I had to ring for one, then walk through some other hotel’s carpark to get to some random pick up spot. We waited where we were told. But no, there were 3 different spots, on the same width of road which has been inconveniently split into 3 sections of roads, and the taxi was waiting on the other side of the road, which we then had to cross. There weren’t any signs specifying where to wait for a cab. The driver was grumpy cos he had been hanging around for like, what 5 mins? Tsk I have no time for this – I’ve been waiting longer myself! Why didn’t he ring? How come there are no signs?!
The following day, another rude taxi driver. Macam bagus aje. And not only that, taxi drivers in Singapore give you exact change, and even round it down. Over here, no chance. If it’s £12.40 and you paid £13, you’ll be waiting around for him to fumble around for change, and he takes a little bit longer to do that so that you eventually give up and let them keep the change – OR, they just go ‘Thank you’ – and that’s it, no change. They think they have a god-given right to the change. I really hate that. I suppose I grew up in a no tipping culture. Hey, what you see is what you pay what! And not only that, it ain’t cheap!
I have moved out to the provinces now, so no more daily tube rides for me, and the irony is that although the journey is much further, it doesn’t feel further. Esp on a direct train. I can just about play two rounds of Hell’s Kitchen on my iPod.
All this week I had been on a TV presenting course, which was a lot of fun. It was quite an eye-opener, how enjoyable it was. It ain’t that easy – I mean on a course, we’re all molly coddled – but in real life TV presenting I’m sure will be quite challenging. I do want to go into it. Maybe children’s presenting! Haha. I want to internationally acclaimed at something, but I’m not quite clear what yet. I’ve tried music and now I haven’t really got much faith in it. I enjoy listening and dancing to it but making it just seems like a lot of effort. And it makes a noise. At one point I enjoyed making clothes and bedclothes because I can be creative in silence. TV presenting is slightly different as well as you are essentially speaking – nothing weird there. With singing I just get self-conscious at home. Until I start singing.
Anyhoo, I want to start a Kelab Cakap Melayu in London – to improve my karat Malay. And also would be interesting to see who comes. Anybody who wants to speak Malay and practise would be welcome. Anyone who speaks in English in a whole sentence will kena fine. There will be dictionaries on the ready!