I know, the title sounds like a potential national day song right. But don't worry i'm not trying to compose any cheesy song -- I am in fact on my way home right now, on bus number 14. I boarded at 11:47pm at bedok interchange. Half an hour later the time is 12:20am and I am at east coast road. Is Singapore strangely huge or what? Anyhow i'm the only person sitting on the upper deck of this lovely double-decker bus, and it's a little creepy I must admit. I'm nervously picking at the skin on my lip and I think the bus driver must be creeped out by me too.
It's just gotten me thinking, there are tons of places in my own country that I haven't seen. Somehow I just feel like we always say that Singapore is a small country, and that there's nothing to do here. No doubt it is tiny on a global scale, but honestly, how many of us can say that we know this small country inside out? I think many of us dream of seeing the world, but what's the point of being able to say that you've been around the world when you haven't been around katong/geylang/pasir panjang/bukit merah/seletar/bukit timah/kranji/jurong west all that much?
17 minutes later at 12.37am the bus is passing dhoby ghaut (is Singapore strangely small or what?), and I feel a wave of relief; I'm back in familiar territory. Suddenly being alone on the top deck of the bus doesn't creep me out that much after all.
Today was my first time trying Katong laksa and it took me all of 22 years.
Just saying.
It's just gotten me thinking, there are tons of places in my own country that I haven't seen. Somehow I just feel like we always say that Singapore is a small country, and that there's nothing to do here. No doubt it is tiny on a global scale, but honestly, how many of us can say that we know this small country inside out? I think many of us dream of seeing the world, but what's the point of being able to say that you've been around the world when you haven't been around katong/geylang/pasir panjang/bukit merah/seletar/bukit timah/kranji/jurong west all that much?
17 minutes later at 12.37am the bus is passing dhoby ghaut (is Singapore strangely small or what?), and I feel a wave of relief; I'm back in familiar territory. Suddenly being alone on the top deck of the bus doesn't creep me out that much after all.
Today was my first time trying Katong laksa and it took me all of 22 years.
Just saying.