Got a 5 week break from work, which has been overdue. The last time I was back was in April, and I just wanted some local food upon touching down. The wanton noodles that I had was not wanton noodles. The stall was run by 3 PRC ladies. Yeah sure it had wantons and noodles. But it totally wasn't. The question at that time was "what is this?".
The question this time around is "where am I?". I don't know. Being overseas should make me used to being the minority, but this is supposed to be home. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Same government policies, same problems, more of the same changes.
I hope I don't lose enough Singapore in me to not want to come back. I still believe. For now.
