Tiong Bahru Market 13 April 2025
3 May will be our election day. While the hustle and hubris is yet to come, I am reflecting at a time about my home for the last 6 decades. I have travelled to over 40 countries over the last 40 odd years since my mid teens to be sure. I have visited some truly amazing places, some with beautiful scenery, some amazing people, some with majestic architecture from 3000 BC till the mid 20th century, many with totally unforgettable experiences, the list is endless. However, I consider Singapore my home, even though the lure of the foreign lands is there.
What constitutes home ?
I was born in Kandang Kerbau Women and Children's Hospital (at Middle Road) by Professor Salmon (Prof Yvonne Salmon was our family friend). I was born in the year of the Tiger at 6.42 pm on the 27th of November in the early 1960s.
That was what it was stated in my birth certificate.
I was raised by Dad, Mum and Por Por (maternal grandmother) at 6 Adis Roa, Singapore district 9, in a sprawling colonial bungalow of around 40,000 square ft which now is part of a large condominium complex. In my earlier posts and on Youtube, I recall my childhood being filled with very carefree days with nary a thought of school homework (there was practically none), ECA, nor any study concerns. I happily coasted through those 6 years in primary school. More of my early years in later posts.
Getting back to this post's objectives.
Home in my mind, and experience is the intuition or feeling that I truly belong in a place. That sense of belonging results from a culmination of setting up of the following :
> The present network of family, close friends made from school (my alma mater is Saint Andrew's), National Service, University and then after University through work or networking.
> The presence of family and the ties that bind, through marriage, through blood (father and mother). We are family though we may be spread all over the world. At last count, I have cousins in Australia, Norway, USA, Malaysia, Portugal, Thailand, Republic of Ireland, Hong Kong and of course Singapore.
80% of my extended family reside in Singapore.
> The sinking of roots in buying an apartment, then a house and raising my family here.
> The common experiences shared between me and my fellow Singaporeans who have walked the path from the tumultuous 60s (Singapore was a newly minted country with many challenges, both external and internal), the rapid socio economic development of the 70s - 90s and early 2000s is something only the Baby Boomers of my fellow citizens will experience and knowingly acknowledge that, yes, we went through it.
> The tough National Service training every able bodied 18 year old Singaporean male has to serve for 2 and a half years.
> The pre University and University experience of studying in the Halls of Residences, taking the many examinations, the project works, the sleepless nights,
> I had also the additional super enjoyable experiences of representing the Nanyang Technological Institute in the televised TV debates in 1984 and 1986 respectively against all the other tertiary institutes like, the 2 NUS teams, the National Institute of Education (NIE), Singapore Polytechnic (2) and Ngee Ann Polytechnic (2)
> The 30 plus years of working first in a small MNC then starting my own businesses (2), starting a family in Singapore, raising 2 sons, and the time goes by all with the unique Singaporean experiences in the form of challenges, some wins, many yearly family holidays (since 1997)
> All these experiences shaped me, my thinking and over time the bonding I had and have with the country of my birth. I have always and will always be a Singaporean.
So what makes me say that this is home ? Well below are many instances of situations which subconcsiously remind me :
If I'm hungry, and its lunch time and I want to have a decent meal, with the food tailored to my decades old palette, I am spoilt for choice with literally close to 50 types of dishes I can choose from, from the nearby hawker centres, coffee shops, shopping centres with Food Halls normally in the Basement.
If I wish to cook, then the fresh food markets like Tiong Bahru and Toa Payoh sell everything from the freshest crabs, cuttlefish, sea bass, grouper (at least 20 types), poultry, pork, beef, vegetables and fruits.
If I feel lethargic, I can go for a run at at least 6 different parks with beautiful pathways and views all over Singapore. On other days, I take a walk around my neighbourhood and come to a forest just 3 minutes, away. My cycling days are at least once a week at East Coast Park.
If I want company outside of family, I can reach at least a dozen mates who can and will have time to chit chat, at any of the member clubs, or the numerous night spots in Club Street and downtown.
Fine dining, Singapore is a food paradise for people with some money, its not cheap (over USD 100 per pax) but the cuisine is world class for many many top restaurants. Even some of our hawker stalls are Michelin Bib Gourmand level.
If I don't feel well, I have my family doctor whom I've known for 30 odd years at Coronation Clinic, and if I want an Eastern doctor, I know of 2 major setups all within 15 minutes drive (one in McPherson and one in Toa Payoh)
So, Home is the
1. collection of relationships developed over decades.
2. the shared collective experiences of doing things together as a united people (football matches at the old National Stadium for one)
3. the self aware feeling of "I am part of this scene"
4. some purchases such as an apartment or house and car.
5. the social / business network - transactional at least, and transactional plus some at best - which supports me as I go about my daily life. Some examples :
a) my family doctor
b) my car service mechanic
c) the network of SME owners whom we meet every 3 to 6 months
d) the clubs staff who tend to my requests for food and drink. (No I don't hang out at any regular bar at all)
5. The acceptance of the way things are done here and no where else in the world :
a) the familiarity of 'how things work over here' - like 'choping' of tables with tissue packs
b) cleaning up after ourselves at hawker centres.
c) No eating or drinking inside MRT stations and trains.
d) No Littering
Funny, I can't describe the meaning of home in one sentence. I guess that is why home evokes a whole orchestral performance of emotions intertwined with some logical reasoning of why I love my home.
Comments anyone ?