So here we are, on a four-day weekend for Singapore’s 50 years of independence, and all I can think of amidst the celebratory mood is:
Good gods I hate this place.
Maybe “hate” is too strong a word, but I certainly don’t love this place. While it’s not literally the worst place in the world to live, with so many candidates scrambling for that title, I can’t muster much love for it either. The last time I probably felt anything positive was as a kid during the 25th anniversary. How the passage of time shifts our perception!
It all comes down to one thing: Our culture.