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Born in Sg, survived seven years of IJ, escaped to canada for the miraculous rebirth.. likes to say she found self there, But well when can we reach self actualization? now a waterloo student. 110% horse mad, was practically born on the back of a horse ( or rather wishes she was) horses are my favourite thing.

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Saturday, April 02, 2011
Wat you you talking 'bout?

Throats hurt from an awesome night out yet again ( twice in a row? geez) karoked with mann and her sibs and andy till 11.30pm, passing on the cleaning-product smelling vodka and juice mix, or straight up whisky. I know it's probably reallly stupid to admit this but i think Im going to try and give up drinking as much as possible, ( not like i drink much any way) because I get a) red in the face b) feel sick c) get dizzy and puke d) feel like just going home and falling asleep - the only good parts of i will end up talking , A LOT and of course just get a bit tipsy.

So we were all there gathered in xy's living room, manni passed on the floor in recovery position lying next to a garbage bag, and us plonked on the couch, discussing various philosphical topics till 1am, at one point the roommate came up, wearing just a pair of bermuda shorts and asking what time we were leaving, ( mann asked if he was going swimming) Ohhh being the sober one...... Im glad mann's my friend, its jus sad that we didn't meet earlier, like maybe in first or second year, rather than now with the limited time we have left.
We talked about singapore and how we may have all been brain-washed by the singapore education system into believing certain accounts of national history, and some of us having little or no connection to sg other than friends or family, and why that is. Do we lack nationalistic pride? do we feel we have no stake in this country?
It felt like the first time in a long time, we could have such a collective discussion about our home country and what it means to us.

I hate to get soopy like this, and I probably have mentioned this too many times, the thing is that you can't talk abt this to Canadians, they don't understand you can't talk abt it to anyone but Singaporeans or ppl who have lived in Singapore and understand where you are coming from.
I will always have sg in my heart, and there are always issues with it, like freedom of assembly, political parties, death penalty, all seem very overdone and everyone knows about it , it's no huge secret to deny, there just seems to be little to be done about it.