Home is wherever I'm with you.

I could write a lengthy piece about

how Singapore is my home,
through thick and thin,

good and bad etc,

how it has shown me only peace and harmony

over the years and how
I just want to grow up and serve it

and its people, my people,

to the best of my abilities,

and grow old

and die happily,

but no, there's more than that,

and I'm taking on a slightly

different spiel.

I oppose some things the government does,

as would any right thinking Singaporean,

one who wants the right things, better things.
I don't fit in, I don't wear the right things,

and I will always be the quasi-outsider,

but I've got my friends.
I love them so much

and all I can think about when

I think about Singapore and home

is all the days and nights

we've spent together,

recently more semi-drunk than not,

all the teh pengs,

all the cab and train and bus rides,

all the walking and laughing and screaming,

all the goddamn l4d games,

all the girls and boys we've kissed and

times we've cried.

That is what I'm grateful for.
I miss my island,

and I miss you guys.

Happy National Day everyone.
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I'm ERUPTING you guys.