I thought i'd start this entry with a picture, although for what purpose i have included one - or, more specifically, why i have chosen this photo - remains a mystery, even to myself. nonetheless, with that out of the way, i suppose i shall begin this entry properly: it seems an unspoken tradition amongst international students (or singaporean students who pursue an expensive overseas education) to talk, in depth, about experiencing singapore, after a prolonged period of time away from it. there is much to appreciate about singapore as a tourst destination, which, i suppose, i could justifiably refer to it as, since i got lost in so many malls, so many times, this visit back. without the element of familiarity, i find the notion of home difficult to reconcile with - or maybe the sense that i belong to this city-state which refuses to let me ground myself in it, or find my bearing, in life, or geographically, more than mildly disturbing. Singapore is epic in so many ways, particularly within the regional context of southeast asia - but these achievements only go so far in making one proud of singapore; the quality of being proud of being singaporean is altogether a different matter.what does it, then, mean to be proud of being singaporean?
