How it isn't always is.

I was just thinking, how miraculously I've settled into my job here in Plymouth, made friends, and am seemingly, happy. I still don't like living in Plymouth, because the weather's shite, I don't like living in a house where I get ordered around, and I like the freedom of going wherever I want to go, whenever, without the fear of transportation, or anything that could vaguely stop me. And Manchester gives me that freedom that I love so much.

I guess I would miss my friends here in Plymouth when I go back up to Manchester when school starts, and I still miss my life in Manchester no doubt. I like having my own personal space that I can deface, make a mess of, and scream as loud as I want, and I like the feeling of being on my own wherever I want to, even at 3am in the morning. I miss my friends in Manchester too... don't have that many of them.. but enough to make me want to go back sooner.

Reading about another someone's recent success in getting British Citizenship makes me wonder about how I am getting on living here, and how much more am I closer, or further to this seemingly faint goal on the horizon. Being here for a year, and knowing that I will be residing here at least for another 3 makes me no less comfortable to set up a home, or have feelings attached to places I would barely know. Lets see after 8 more years.

Sometimes, I am in awe of this country when told stories of struggles, war, heroism, and pure ingenuity in technological advancement. Things like Lord Horatio Nelson, Churchill, Duke of Wellington, Brunell's Tamar bridge, Adam Smith's economic theories, and the site where marconi first tested the wireless make me excited.

At other moments, I feel disgust and ashamed of this country, when I read of things like yobs, rampant rise in street violence and hoooliganism, a country ravaged by drugs and alcohol, an incoherent incumbent government.

Yet, somehow, I somehow know that at the end of the day, somewhere along the calender of the universe, England will still be what it is, and what it stands for for pertuity, but will Singapore brace the same storm? I don't know.

If I were to be an immigrant to Britain, I want to be one that is of use to this society. I want to be able to contribute to the society. I want to do it because I know that it will be for the betterment of me and my family. I don't want to be like the majority of immigrants to this country who treat it like dirt, allow themselves and their children to be trapped in eternal wretchedness by the double darkness and ignorance that they have succumbed to. I don't wish to point fingers and write sordidly detailed and vulgar posts about how I feel about this country's warped immigration policies and ideals of a 'mixing pot' society. It is just amazing how the injustices to this country's culture and public are simply wiped away just because of 2 words, 'Politically Correctness'. Creating a grey between the black and the white of truth and lie, right and wrong.

I like this country enough to stay here, and that is why it sometimes hurts to see how these injustices destroy the golden lining that makes this country once known as Great.

The Kinks.

Enjoy.