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I am very intrigued by the enthusiasm the school generally shows for National Day community singing. This is when classes gather in united circles, link arms, and start bouncing up and down. Of course, why shouldn't we? Singing is always fun, especially when you are a girl and has a high floating airy voice and doesn't have to go one octave lower like a certain Y-chromosome population. But then again, we don't sing the national anthem. Not even on National Day celebrations. It seems very strange that we explode with such a spurt of patriotism 90 minutes later. If the Government is hoping that community singing will breed such patriotism, then well HAHAHA I suppose Singaporeans will just have to burst into song when Malaysia bombs a hole in our water pipes.

As always, I am in denial about National Day. There is something about the parade, you know, the whole red-and-white deco and enslaved primary school children forming giant formations that do not really make any sense but we interprete as symbols of unity, diversity, racial harmony, and OMG our cleaniless. I expect it shows Singapore's creativity and er appreciation of fine arts.

I get the feeling that I am supposed to say that school has taught me all the bad things about our country: the perverse way Singapore spreads her legs, her lack of principles, her failure to become a global city COUGH, how she ranks 3034455 on press freedom, and her unfortunate resemblence to a bespectacled geeky American (!) kid. But despite all of this, Dear Country, I can see your beauty and I love you in spite of all your failings!

Well. No. I don't. I dislike you Singapore. Just like how I dislike the Bush administration and their abuse of Christianity. I really really dislike you and your little subordinates. Because ohmygoodness Straits Times your political agenda is paper micromolecule thin. But then again it is probably stupid to dislike all of this because, well, everyone else is just like you my dear country. Just that maybe they conceal it better.

O.O Have been emotionally unstable these days. Wept copiously at Animal Planet program when horrible American woman took away wolf puppies from their mummy and then said, in a very matter-of-fact way: I expect the mother is going to spend a few weeks looking for her puppies. It's a very sad thing to watch. O.O DIE ANIMAL PLANET DIE. After that I watched a lot lot lot of HK dramas and made excited comments like "Oh. They are both fucking other people!!!"

Oh isn't it so much easier to love fiction? But I suppose it is more important and more rewarding to love real people.

eta: Words transcend all of us. Mrs Lee HC, right? Primary three. I shall never ever forgive you for writing "is she thirsty?" next to my line her mouth felt dry suddenly and killing any of my budding literary aspirations. There are things called literary devices, and god I hope I took lit so I would at least be able to name them. Still. It is important to believe to believe in yourself isn't it?