Oh, the irony. With the two separate events that I will come to be involved in, in the service of this nation-state, one might think me some patriotic, zealous, public-spirited citizen, when I am in fact admittedly quite the mild dissenter. I was a willing volunteer for the first, but the second was an appointment I was forced to assume, one which I deem myself ill-suited for.
Friends overseas have commented that I am losing my accent - “Stop the Singlish!” they cry. Thus I was glad that an Australian I was speaking to recently suggested that I sounded American-Canadian to her.
Today an Imperial College-mate, back in Singapore on a visit, applied on us the term ‘civil servants’. I shuddered. Yes, I’m in denial. But I know why I’m here. Passion. Real passion, not the sort inculcated into you through workshops and Newspeak. 反感, y’know?
Yes, I’m bold. So what of it? I’m not bogged.