A taste of summer in Singapore

Flying from Beijing to Singapore, we’ve crossed two seasons. Apart from the climate, few things impressed me during this trip. Maybe it’s because I’ve been here once; or perhaps the two countries are too much alike.

In the evening, people of different colors gathered at the open air bar in Suntec city, drinking, chatting, smoking, as if the fatigue from a day in the office would morph into air through the cigarette. Despite the humid weather, their shirts are neat and clean, just as the country is.

We were overwhelmed by the hospitality of our colleagues in Singapore. Within three days, we tried a wide variety of foods: local, Thai, Japanese… at restaurants, at the beach… wow, it’s too much. All I want is a bowl of noodles at home. It’s good to be back.

秋分时节的一场雨，让我们告别了夏天。一夜之间，仿佛已是深秋。
几天之后便是十一长假。回到家，发现自己经很难适应海边湿冷的气候，反而怀念起北京干燥的秋天。八年了，这座城市并没有太多变化，似乎还停留在2000年我离开时的样子，而从这里走出的人已经脱胎换骨。身边的亲戚别来无恙，除了岁月隐隐约约在脸上留下的痕迹。一切都未曾改变，是我变了。