a story for the uninitiated
Posted: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 9:55 pm
I found this site while searching the web and thought I would share a story.
Once a Eurasian kid was brought to Singapore very young. He grew to love that country, loving the heat, the sweat, the tropical manna from heaven that came down every day.
He obtained an American accent from the American school, later on in life he would have to continually explain to bloody Australians why he kept the accent even after returning to Australia. But thats another story for another day.
In any case this boy grew to be a man. The only way he knew to survive in the Australian culture was to keep the dream that he had that one day he could return to the only place he viewed as his homeland. Everything he did was to aim to return one day. He learnt Mandarin, he got into the industry that would most likely send him overseas and studied so hard because that could ensure a good job in aforementioned industry.
Every tormented day he had to suffer in the bastion of Caucasian culture he bore it because he knew one day he could leave them all. He suffered their winters, their asinine humour, their footy and their beer drinking, pub swilling, poppy lopping, British aping culture.
So 11 years, 4 months and 20 days after leaving his homeland, this boy finally got the offer to return, despite the fact he has no claim on Singaporean citizenship, or PR status or doesnt even look like he could even be Singaporean. But he loves this country so much more than any "white" person ever could.
I have missed Singapore for so so so long
and finally I was given the job offer last week to come back. I hope the beautiful Singapore of my youth is the Singapore that exists now.
Once a Eurasian kid was brought to Singapore very young. He grew to love that country, loving the heat, the sweat, the tropical manna from heaven that came down every day.
He obtained an American accent from the American school, later on in life he would have to continually explain to bloody Australians why he kept the accent even after returning to Australia. But thats another story for another day.
In any case this boy grew to be a man. The only way he knew to survive in the Australian culture was to keep the dream that he had that one day he could return to the only place he viewed as his homeland. Everything he did was to aim to return one day. He learnt Mandarin, he got into the industry that would most likely send him overseas and studied so hard because that could ensure a good job in aforementioned industry.
Every tormented day he had to suffer in the bastion of Caucasian culture he bore it because he knew one day he could leave them all. He suffered their winters, their asinine humour, their footy and their beer drinking, pub swilling, poppy lopping, British aping culture.
So 11 years, 4 months and 20 days after leaving his homeland, this boy finally got the offer to return, despite the fact he has no claim on Singaporean citizenship, or PR status or doesnt even look like he could even be Singaporean. But he loves this country so much more than any "white" person ever could.
I have missed Singapore for so so so long
and finally I was given the job offer last week to come back. I hope the beautiful Singapore of my youth is the Singapore that exists now.
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