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So I was born in Singapore, which makes me a Singaporean. Not Malaysian, not Indian but a ‘black-pepper-crab-eating’ SINGAPOREAN (Yes, such people actually exist). I am the average Singaporean who shop till they drop and eat when they’re bored.
I love my family to bits but who doesn’t? Right? Yeah I know everyone’s family is crazy. But you don’t need a flow chart to explain and it doesn’t blend ‘Jack of all trades’, convicted felon, religious teacher and orthodox/unorthodox Muslims. You don’t go to a private school and your cousin isn’t really your aunt. Lastly, you don’t have a pet fish called ‘Fish’.
I survived the greater part of my life, living day after day around a bunch of lunatics in a place where anyone who shares the same lift with you, have once slobbered their nose shit on the lift buttons (or pretended they haven’t). Leaving behind the eternal summer, hawker-centre and my walk-in wardrobe in Singapore, I’ve recently (19th February 2010) migrated to Zürich, Switzerland.
