*862 - homesick

How I wish I could bring you back home in my suitcase
to give you a belly from the enormous amount of good Singaporean food
to let you taste the real laksa (not the packet mix crap we make)
to show you the convenience of eating with spoons and no knives
("I don't like spoons," he says, "I don't!")
to show you the curry sauce at McD's and the taro pies at BK's
to show you what heat and humidity really mean
to show off my lovely family
to do all the touristy things
to do everything that we Singaporeans do
to exponentially increase your tolerance for spiciness
to let you practise your "aiyah"s and "ah-bu-den"s on the real folks
to satisfy my curiosity about an angmoh's perspective of Singapore
to satisfy my curiosity about Singapore's perspective of an angmoh
to have you leave with a burning tan whether you want to or not
to show you how tiny a country we are and how high we build
to have access to all the horrible sitcoms we want to watch
to introduce you to all my favorite haunts
to lounge on my rooftop at night with flutes of champagne
to show you all the things I talk about that you probably imagine different in your head
to show you my friends
to show you my roots
to show you my childhood
to show you my home
to show you why I love it
(that's where a part of me, cheesy as it sounds, will always remain)

Some day, we shall do that together, shall we not? :)