Its 2002

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(L – R) Pearl, punkGgin, DaviD, Ganji and Alvin

This new year eve I did not spend it in church like I have did for the pass few years, but instead I went out with a few good friends, my cousin, my brother and my wife.

We went for supper, drove to orchard, WTC, then ended up at One Fullerton. Bought some drinks and snacks from a mama shop and just sat on a pavement. With no expectations, no commitments, no plans and nothing but good company and a relaxed atmosphere.

Seeing the streets filled with Singaporeans made the festive season feel even more like home. Tertiary youth, bengs and lians, yuppies, families, taxis, foreign labour, people from all races and nationality. When I see this, I’m filled with an indescribable anxiety, a mixture of patriotism, passion, prideful, fear, love, rest, anticipation, peace, excitement and a whole list of other spontaneous feelings and emotions.

There is so much to say, yet I don’t know what I want to say. There is so much I want to know and learn yet I am contented. Lets see what the new year will bring.

To do Jan of 2002

Okay… I have been really unproductive for the past month and its time I try to list a few things I want to get done in this new month in the new year.

That’s not what I meant

What do you understand by “having prata”? Some people think its going down to the hawker centre to buy some fried dough and consuming it. But that to me is not really having prata.

Having prata is a happening event, having my wife a few friends, siblings or cousins hanging out together at a nice breezy place having supper and tea. Due to my limited command of descriptive english, I think that’s how I would put it in words… but if you think its just to eat roti prata, then that’s not what I meant.

I’m lazy to explain and I don’t think you want to hear my lengthy concept of what “having prata” really means to me, so I will just ask you if you wanna “have prata”.

This lazy-to-explain and unwillingness-to-listen leads to problems limited only by your imagination.

When a teacher asks a student what is 1 + 1? The student might answer 2, but with an unending inquiring string of “why”, the teacher might have no choice but to try and explain the country’s policy on education and the necessity of propaganda.

After going on about something which I’m not sure if I have put it correctly, I hope you understood what I wanted to say. But then again that might not be what I meant.

I’m a Singaporean

I’m falling in love with Singapore all over again. The people, the environment, the truly multi-cultural community and many other things that make a Singaporean, Singaporean. I actually wanted to take up an Australian PR and seriously thought over it for quite some time, but that only made me realise how much I really like Singapore and how important it is to me.

How I wish more Singaporeans would realise how blessed they are on this tiny little island and hopefully contribute to it in their small little way.