Girl, 20, has fulfilling weekend.
My dad got us tickets to the fireworks display on Friday night, so all 7 of us (excluding my brother because he was there for duty, the irony) headed down to Marina Bay at around 8.45p.m where they played Spanish songs because this is Singapore and we are made of mostly Chinese, Malay, and Indians who barely know 10 words of the Spanish language. Sure, this makes sense, because during Spain's Independence Day celebrations I bet they play Chinese, Malay and Indian songs because it's so appropriate.
So anyway while waiting for the fireworks to start not only were we entertained by weird Spanish songs, we were also made to feel even
more welcomed because the MCs were speaking in both English and Mandarin. Why do they still do that for major events? Half the time I was muttering to myself how ridiculous it was to have commentaries in two languages, no matter what the languages were, in any national celebration. But I tolerated, because we are a tolerating nation.
I suppose all my bad musings disappeared when the fireworks began. They were moving, Tricia said. I was beaming the whole time, my eyes lighting up and my hands occasionally slapping Rizan's in delight. I didn't take any pictures because I wanted it to be a personal, one-time-only experience. It lasted for only 15 minutes, but it was worth all the shoving and climbing and forming a family chain in case we lost anyone, just to get to our seats. Singapore is beautiful if you know where to go.
Yesterday morning I headed down to TPJC to play softball with some of the oldies. We had enough to form two teams and play a game, with me being the only girl from my batch. Softball was one of the good things that happened to me in junior college. I have some horrible memories of school but softball I definitely loved. It rained just abit so it took slightly longer to complete the match, but I knew, when it ended and you see all the grinning faces, the muddy jerseys and stinking boots, that no one regretted anything.
This weekend I learned quite a few things. You can feel out of place in a country you grew up in, but all you need is one familiar face to fit in again. Maybe in the end it doesn't matter where you are, but what you do there, who you're with and how you make the best out of it. Singapore is like TPJC, just like how the softball team is like family. Today I'm at peace, because I have no regrets at all.