I want to talk about the haze from Indonesia and the rate of construction work with a taxi driver. I want to buy manga comics, jade charms, and tins of yu yee oil all from the same store. I want to be offered a tiny little mooncake that looks like a jewel and still fail to fully appreciate the appeal. I want to hand out oranges and red packets on Chinese New Year. I want to walk carefully, dodging lighted candles and random treats on the curb during Hungry Ghost season. I want to hear someone ask: "Is it?" when I say something they find surprising and know that it's a statement and not a question. I want to eat kimchi and laksa and masala dhosai and dumplings at any time of the day without ever worrying about opening hours or whether it's lunch or dinner time. I want to walk outside thinking it will be cold because I am leaving a freezing cafe where Christmas music is playing but immediately be enveloped by waves of heat instead. I want to pass by the old man who waters the plants and says: "Hello girl." I want to go to the hairdresser where the owner never fails to greet me with a disapproving look: "Long time not beautiful already." What I really want to do is walk down the back street from my apartment to the grocery store early in the morning, right before the humidity rises from the sidewalk. When I come back to Singapore one day, I don't want to stay in a fancy hotel or go shopping on Orchard Road.
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