the other day/night/irrelevant time when my plane landed, suitably jarringly, at Changi Airport amidst all the orange road lamps, glossy wet tarmac and confused hour-hands, after all the routine shaking of the big tin can was done, the pretty voice of the home grown stewardess came on the raspy speakers to give the usual speech ‘…… for all singaporeans and residents – Welcome Home. …”
i realised, at that point of time, the one unique advantage of flying SQ – to be able to hear the two simple words ‘welcome home’. it’s like a simple, inalienable right that cannot be bought. to have the right to say welcome home.
in my messed-up-sleep state, i even managed to think to myself that i must marry a singaporean girl if any. haha.