I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Ah, that time of the year again
To feel truly Singaporean. Other times it sinks back into the back of your mind, even though you know you’re Singaporean through and through from your “wah-tur”s and your “some-bile khang-khong” to the disgust you have for disorder, chaos and confrontation.

I just realised that you know when the National Day Parade is on when you hear the jets speeding past your window. And you know in a couple of hours you’ll hear the rhythmic bom bom boms from the fireworks.

Why shouldn’t we celebrate? There’s a lot to celebrate.

It’s just the crazy singing that drives me nuts. How many more times do I have to hear that lame We are Singapore chorus? It’s not something you can switch off even if you wanted. I just have to open my mouth where ever I go and I’m identified. So do I look like I need a lameass song like that to remind me?

Anyway. While we’re at it, let’s take a look at why I’m trying to learn Korean hee hee hee.

Presenting – the epitome of Asian sensuality: Kim Sung-su.

I think there’s a director with that name out there, and I don’t think that’s the one. If you’re going to search him up, it’s the actor. The cute one with the Asian eyes.

Ahhh… so lovely and perfect, it makes my day.

Happy National Day!