I quote from Joe Ng's facebook status, wonderfully written :

To me it's always been about roots. A home where there's a sparkly magical connection to growing up, of belonging, of grunty nosed friendships with that tree. Yes! Trees r special! (where we hid in the branches woohoo hide n seek), that uncle shop (where we flip thru Roy of the rovers and dark knights), that stray cat (when at 9, I named him Harry n a year later he died n I cried), flinging waterbombs at ah guan and ah peng (and at dusk all our parents scream at us to come home with canes by their side). 

Then we grew up... My beloved Tiong Bahru United became Tanjong Pagar United. Anson SMC BE was held at my Gan Eng Seng. The former disappeared, was whatever gerrymandered, and the other got tossed around here there n oh heck, any lower delta where. 

And sadly I grew less younger. But that's ok. It's progress for nation building (sic) knowing that their love will tear us apart.

And I moved to lovely Pekkio all the while still pining for my tiong bahru. But the mkt veg stall fella, the regular joggers whom we exchange salute a hard sweat by a nod, n the Pacific Laundry shop couple that we counted the number of "pondings", really made my day. All this really make this home to me.

We could always end up rootless, moving from here to anywhere in this manufactured pte ltd that have the only constant- nasi lemak,bcm, chapati, dinosaur milo history. flour,fibre, protein and spam can, it won't fulfill the soul. All these is just simply living life but smelling, touching n loving the ones that matter. And holding on to what are bigger than memories damn hell work for me.

The hell with em. We make our own magic. This is our home.

And this is why we must vote right in 2016, to preserve the Singapore we know, the Singapore we love , our home.