just a quick short post before i go unpack my luggage and then pack my sch bag for tomorrow. ripped this off another friend's blog and laughed my head off soooo many times haha. herein lies the reason why i wanna go back to spore every summer. besides family, food and friends (the 3 big Fs in life, and not forgetting the one and only F in WTF), part of the allure in returning home lies in speaking singlish. it may not manifest itself as sharp pangs for sporean food that set my salivary glands into overdrive, nor does it come in the form of occasional dull aching for the familial comforts back home; but the moment i reach singapore, i know that i'm in my element. anyhow put words together people also can understand. such is the behemoth power of singlish haha. the conversion over the next 2 months from weekend boulevardier to flip-flop heartlander starts right now.