My last day in Singapore started
with me packing and taking stock of what has transpired. I did not enjoy my
time in Singapore. However, I did not feel as bad as I thought I would after
seeing CS getting married. In fact, I felt rather happy for her. Of course the
question is why did I think that I would feel bad about her marriage in the
first place? Was I jealous? Was it because I was left out for the most part and
relegated to but a mere footnote of her past? Sometimes there are questions
addressed to myself for which I have no answer.
I left the hotel at and took the
MRT to the airport. Yes, I’m that cheap. Besides, I only had the backpack and I
was able to cram all the souvenirs into it. At the station one old security
uncle stopped me to check my backpack.
“Where are you from?”
“Sarawak,”
“I need to check your bag,”
“Are you going to check my bag
because I’m from Sarawak or because I have a big bag?”
“Because you have a big bag,”
Racist cunt. Admit it. You wouldn’t
have stopped a white guy with a backpack on the MRT. Well for your information
the shoe bomber guy was WHITE!
As you can see, I did not
particularly enjoy my Singapore trip. I was made to feel guilty, unappreciated,
lonely, and to top it off was treated like a potential criminal at every turn.
Well, screw Singapore. It was
with no small effort and a lot of headache that I made it to the country. All
for a wedding and I only spoke not more than half a dozen sentences to my old
friend. It was not worth it.
In the end, the only consolation
to be had from all this is the satisfaction of a promise fulfilled.
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