Tuesday, 11 August 2015
Maybe it's the spirit of SG50 or something, but I found myself wanting to write down and remember this particular memory that happened a year ago.
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The mission team had just boarded the Scoot Singapore-bound plane and we're just settling in for the trip that would take us home after spending a week in Thailand. As we stowed away our luggage and found our seats, I was struck with a sudden realisation. All around us was the unmistakable banter of Singlish, if not the various degrees of accented Singapore English.
It may have went something like this (not too sure, was too long ago)
"Eh what did you buy?"
"The food on the plane so expensive sia"
Spending a week in Thailand being immersed in its culture and language had made me miss this all so familiar Singapore trait. Hearing Singlish that wasn't just from us but everywhere around you was quite surreal. Despite the flak that Singlish may have drawn, I felt proud and grateful that we have this identity as a Singaporean. In that moment, even though the plane had not taken off yet and we were still hundreds of kilometres away from Singapore, it kinda felt we were already home.
@ 1:38 am