If the Singapore government ever spied on me, I hope it had been that Saturday evening with Shu at that Congee place on Main and Broadway. Expounding on my long forgotten issues of identity and race, I found within my heart a deep emotional stirring toward my ex-Nationality. How I miss and love you.

In other news, I am tired of being white. Thanks for the attempts, but all the tolerance and rhetoric offered doesn't do much for this Chinese soul trapped in a White mind that is trapped in a Chinese body.

I'm not an egg, I'm an onion.