Its that time of year again.
When August comes about, there's this sudden surge of 'I love my country, this is my home' hullabaloo. The flags are out, the patriotic songs are out, the Parade previews are in full swing. Everybody gushes about why they love this Little Red Dot. Strange because in the other months, most would bemoan this scarlet pinhole on the map like it was some itchy pimple before the prom.
Lack of freedom lah, Nanny State lah, draconian bureaucrats in the upper echelons lah, no chewing gum lah, high cost of living lah, Pay and Pay lah
et cetera. Alot threaten to emigrate, but never do. Talk big only lah I guess.
Well I suppose abit of patriotism in August is better than none at all. A little time perhaps to take stock of our 41 years of independence when in the beginning, everyone gave us a snowball's chance in Hell of coming this far.
So lets grit our teeth, put up with the cheesy Stand Up For Singapore jingle just this once a year, and be grateful that we are not dodging Israeli missles on a lonely convoy out of South Lebanon.
Deep down I know where I belong. Do you?