Monday, July 02, 2007
Nothing, nothing beats the feeling of treading the lovely carpets of Terminal 2 as I make my way towards immigration. I breathe in the pristine air conditioned air, my eyes take in the familiar Singaporean signs ('toilet' instead of 'bathroom', 'lift' instead of 'elevator'), and that unmistakable accent that i've grown to love and miss so much. (Even the flight attendant spoke in that distinctive singlish slang, small details in speech in phrases like "they will actually send you the miles itself")
I step into the arrival hall and it hits me all at once: the scatter of asians, no, SINGAPOREANS milling around. Polar cafe with its curry puffs and the malay dude at the counter. The lao beng uncle with the striped polo tee and pants buckled too high yelling "HOUGANG AVE T(h)REE!!!" Hugging my dad. Tampines Expressway. Hendon Camp. (oh my goodness, i hope it'll be a long time before i see that again). Bak chor mee at Changi Village. The little ERP thing on the windscreen. Drivers on the right of the car.
My familiar/unfamiliar house, with its cosiness and humidity, with its marble floor and wooden staircase. With my ocs sword on the mantle. I stare into my room momentarily because I've forgotten how absolutely wonderful (and big!) it looks. (i have THAT much desk space??!). And as I turn on the radio and listen to Hossan Leong's idle chatter on Power 98, I realize...
I'm home :)
he rocked the party at 7:03 PM |
