If I was my old self (which wasn’t too long ago), I’d probably be party hopping, getting laid and maybe trying out some drug. And sometimes I ponder right now. . . why not? This was why I wanted to go overseas – to try something new – so why am I behaving like a reclusive Singaporean now?
I don’t regret the change of good in me, and I am grateful for that, otherwise I could be in a depressing situation, but observing how our Singaporean insecurities are openly being broadcasted to Americans here really puts me off.
We just stick to ourselves, and even within ourselves secular groups are formed. I try with some effort to shatter this stigma but some are just not willing to let anyone through. Does kindness always go unpaid? It certainly seems so right now.