||46

I did calculated it to be 46 before some predisposing idea got my typing 48 instead on my facebook status. 

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, in some ways.

I used to feel amused by how cheesy national day songs sounded to me, or how a few f-16s are going to protect a handful millions on a arid island. They always said, Singapore has no resources, but it’s people. No one can live on an island for such a long time without a bunch of people constantly moth-roaming on double-decked buses and half-underground-half-flying train.

This is where complaining is a way of life (really), and discontentment is a mark of success (not really, but mostly). This is the place where to be kiasu is kinda hip, and drinking five cups of bubble tea a day is completely acceptable. This is also where vanilla cones used to sell for 25cents each at MacDonald’s and fast food chains are escapes from the sun and hotspots for exam cramming sessions, aka, mugging. Malls and food come hand in hand and it’s never wrong to eat too much because you somehow never get fat. Perhaps the sun burns it all away. This is where it is posh to sound anything american or british, and singlish is necessary for you to order anything at a hawker centre. This is where tax is included in the price tag, so you pay what it says and not have to fish out your phone to calculate and see if you brought enough cash because of the extra 13% that you have here in Canada. 

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s so hopelessly asian, and yet so effortlessly not that makes me feel home. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve spend more time there than any other places in the world that I could freely and proudly tread foreign ground as if it was mine. But it’s definitely the fact, that I’ve been a piece of so many lives there, and vice versa; that these people are apart of who I am as a person and how I’ve attempted, successfully or unsuccessfully, to have given and still give them the better parts of me. I like my parents’ profession but I’ve never really had a real concept of ‘home’. I guess for now, this is what it is. And for what’s worth, 7 7 years was way too short and I’m sure there’ll be more. Either way, we all grow older and laugh about it.

46|| is a good age. I can only promise to be back before she turns 50. Wazzup Singapore!