Monday, April 28, 2008

It's not that I don't want to go home. Singapore is just a place, perhaps not so familar to me already. What are places, food, even people? All tangible, fleeting comforts.

Before I came to Cambridge, she told me it is veryvery hard to integrate with the angmohs. I thought she was just exaggerating. Afterall, I speak engrish at home and watch a lot of angmoh movies, they can't be that different, right? Wrong. She was right.

Before I went home for summer break, she told me things at home will be different, my friends will have their own friends and life. Unlike me, they don't have a countdown timer to 18th June on their desktop. The more excited I am to see them, thinking we're still the best buddies, the more I'll be disappointed. That time, I pitied her for not having friends like mine. But we know who is older and wiser.

So why, if not for that fact I got to do a*, will I want to go home, when it's summer here!

That said, I do want to go home la. To the place where transport don't cost 3pounds a day, where I can see how PRETYYY my sister is, where people know how to play bridge, where sweet popcorn is really sweet.

I have been saying, there is no feeling like the one you hear when the SIA stewardess says "We have safely landed in Changi Airport. To all Singaporeans on board, welcome home."