Saturday, August 8, 2009

9/8/2009

This week, Singapore is experiencing her annual "perfume spillover" from Indonesia. It is causing me to cough more in my sleep and dry throat. Coupled with hot weather, well Singapore is not the most attractive place to be in right now.
Today Singapore celebrates her 44th birthday. As with the norm, there will be a grand display of fireworks at the finale. I will be watching the fireworks from my sister in law's place.She lives in this apartment where it oversee the nicest view of the CBD, an expressway and the sea. The view is fabulous. So I will be having dinner and ice cream as a desserts while enjoying it. So Happy birthday to U, my country.
My favourite National Day song is Home

Whenever I am feeling low
I look around me and I know
There's a place that will stay within me,
whenever I may choose to go, I will always recall the city, know every street and shore
sails down the river which brings us life, winding through my Singapore
This is home truly, where I know I must be, where my dreams wait for me, where the river always flows. This is home surely. As my senses tell me. this is where I won't be alone. For this is where I know it's home.
When there are troubles to go through, We 'll find a way to start anew. There is comfort in the knowledge, that home's about it's people too.
So we will build our dreams together, just like we've done before
Just like the river which brings us life. there will always be Singapore.
This is home truly, where I know I must be, where my dreams wait for me, where the river always flows. As my senses tell me, This is where I won't be alone. For this is where I know it's home.

This song was sung in 1998 , the year when I first went to Shanghai. I liked it instantly. I always associate this song with my father. I don't know why at that time. He is no longer here anymore, I realised that it was because he was always the one that holds the family together. In another few days will be the 1st anniversary of his diagnosis. I was always hopeful that he will live past this period. Even during this April, I was still ever hopeful.

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