Singapore just turned 60, and as always, it’s my little tradition to mark the occasion with some photos of myself decked in the national colours (yes, colours with a “u”) and a reflection on how proud I am to call this island home. 🏝️ Representing Singapore again in Paris last year reminded me just how deeply that pride runs. Wearing the flag on my chest was a feeling I never thought I’d get to relive, but being here in the US has made me realise that I represent my country every single day. In the way I carry myself, in the way I show up, I want the world to see what a Singaporean is truly made of. It’s been six years since I moved overseas, but my roots remain firmly planted. I still carry the traits of a Singaporean, still speak with that unmistakable Singaporean English with my Singaporean friends (I’m actually quite impressed at my ability to code switch) and still feel that connection to where I came from. I still live by the values I grew up with: follow the rules, don’t get...