tell me about it

Yes, I am Singaporean.

I know because I am blogging this while watching the National Day Parade - the one show I never fail to watch every single year.

I have watched the NDP live at the stadium at least four times.  I may be a cynic 364 days a year, but every 9th of August I’m a crazy patriot who tears when she sees the dear Minister*Mentor singing the national anthem.

I am Singaporean, because when I am invited to a party where the dress code is all-white, my first reaction is, “What, PAP organize one ah?”

I know I’m Singaporean because I know almost all the words to almost all the national songs (except all the newfangled ones).  Including Munneru Valibaa.

And I have them in mp3 form on my computer, and I play through them every few weeks just to make myself feel happy.

I’m Singaporean because I may bitch from hell to high heaven about the Government, but I will never fail to admit that MM*Lee is a brilliant, brilliant man.

I am Singaporean, because the pledge and the national anthem were just played on NDP on TV, and I stood up to recite the pledge and sing the anthem - and I had goosebumps all throughout.

I’m Singaporean because I love Singapore - and not just on National Day.

But I still cringe when I hear the National Day DJs remix “Stand Up For Singapore” with Crazy Frog.

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