Patriot in pyjamas

I spent the greater part of National Day lying in bed, and running to the bathroom now and then, due to a VERY upset tummy. By the time the parade started, I was already in my pyjamas...

So much for celebrating...

I did notice, though, that RADM Lui, whom I mentioned in the last post, was singing with somewhat more gusto that some of his esteemed colleagues.

stars and crescent shine on me,
make us more than what we can be...

My home
Wherever I may be
I believe
You will always be a part of me

(Didn't whoever was in charge realise that 'everyday' is an adjective? Was wondering why that grammatical error was on TV and I now realise that the line 'where dreams are born everyday' can be found on the NDP website too. Tsk... tsk... use good English, leh!)

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