The stars died so that you could be here today

I'm tired of always trying to get everything to work. If you think the tone of your voice doesn't betray your feelings, and other people aren't affected by it, then you're wrong. Won't it all be easier if I couldn't detect changes in tones?

Why doesn't Singapore honour and celebrate the resistance fighters who died for Singapore during WW2. Yes, our founding fathers developed Singapore. But, that doesn't make them any more important than those patriotic souls who gave up their lives for the nation. Yet, it seems to be a forgotten history. We get documentaries on the men who built our nation, but what about the rest? It was racial harmony at its finest. Men helping each other as Singaporeans fighting for Singapore, regardless of race.

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