After midnight, took two young men from East coast to Bt Merah. They had apparently just finished their late supper, as they carried a thick smell of food into the car. They both looked to be in their early twenties. One was slightly older than the other.

The older boy was playing a PSP using his both hands while talked absently with the younger one, mostly about his games. He seemed to know a great deal about electronic games and, while kept playing the gadget in his hands, went through what he liked and disliked among a variety of games. Game design, graphics, level of difficulty, all flowed out of him so effortlessly like a stream running down a hill. I couldn’t help being amazed at how much time some kids spend on these things nowadays.

The younger boy, on the other hand, appeared to be less tech-savvy. Most of the time, he just listened. When he did speak, he spoke softly and carefully. Somewhere between the monologues of the game boy, he asked, “how come you know so much about these things?”

“Because I am interested in them,” the game boy said, with eyes still glued to the bright-screened machine.

“Are you interested in me?” the younger boy asked, gingerly.

“No,” the other answered immediately. “I am not interested in you.”

After a short moment of quietness, the game boy resumed his natural rate of flow of words. “You should try this game. It is really good. It takes the graphics to a whole new level…..”

The other boy continued to be an attentive listener and occasionally asked short questions in his usual soft voice.

As if nothing had happened.

At the destination, they said goodnight to each other and parted company.

For a moment, I felt a hint of sadness for the younger boy. I couldn’t place a reason, though.

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My Home

What makes me Singaporean:

1) I grew up in Singapore

2) I studied in a neighbourhood primary school and a neighbourhood secondary school

3) I have watched NDP in one way or another, every single year of my life

4) I get an electric thrill down my spine when I hear some national day songs

5) I have better grades in English then Chinese

6) I am a member of a Resident's Commitee

7) I speak English primarily, but listen to more Chinese songs

8) I loved to watch Holland Village (Channel 8 Drama Serial)

9) I served (almost finish!) in National Service to my best ability, albeit reluctantly.

10) I absolutely love eating

a. Durians

b. Char Kway Teow

c. Mee Goreng

d. Roti Prata

e. Hainenese Chicken Rice

f. Bread Talk Chilli Floss Buns

g. Chilli Crab and Black Pepper Crab

11) I have a mum who can speak 11 different regional dialects fluently

12) I attend a Church situated next to an old streetside Chinese Temple

13) I've taken MRT or SBS/SMRT buses all my life

14) I go to Sentosa's Siloso beach as my routine beach-love affair

15) I get most of my groceries from NTUC

haha... okok.. I think I've got plenty I can imagine.

Let see...

What am I not Singaporean about?

... I am proud to be a Singaporean

Seriously, there are not many people I know who actually would reply with a postive yes if I ask them if they are proud to be a Singaporean.

I am really proud to be a Singaporean. This country gave me education, health, a stable home, without fear of war, terrorism, disease or natural disasters.

how many countries can claim that?

I love my country... =)

I love the stablity she provides, the promise of security, both economically, psychologically, military and even spirtually.

The gentle promise that if you work hard, you will get the chance to see your dreams.

Do you love Singapore?

I do.

Who says that the word "proud" cannot be used to describe affiliaty with country?

It is not true that we did not choose to be Singaporeans.

For all the things that you do, are you not one?

I am a Singaporean, and despite the flaws and cracks that my country has, I still love her.

That is another facet of my love.