Chapter 1 (Singapore Diary…)

Singapore was bored. There was nothing that she would be happy to do, almost all the countries are afraid of her hyper attitude and she was too small to be even seen on the world map. She already had spammed Malaysia with 1234567890 mails, made Philippines clear out a mountain of trash in her room and made turmoil in the world meeting. Now she had enough of all these things, none of them amuse her like they used to. Singapore jumped onto her bed and hugged her knees, in search of an amusing idea. She breathe in the aroma of satay from Malaysia and Indonesia next door, closed her eyes and warmly drifted into her thoughts deep down thinking of her past, where she was known as Temasek before the 14th century. She remembered very well. China was very kind that time, and many countries came to her for trade and every day was very merry. Everywhere was the feel of prosperity that filled the young nation's heart with felicity.

The young Temasek ran down the road leading to the sea's choppy waves that crashed onto the white sand with brute force. It was still dark but she knows what will happen once its morning. Her young mind glimmered with great excitement as she saw the line of anchored ships and great waves of power and strength. She breathe the sweet mist of the sea in and out energetically as she ran, forgetting everything that went past her. Her long ginger brown hair, entangled in the cool breeze fluttered violently as if they are about to fall out of the young country's head.

Temasek looked around her with delight. The sea was her favorite place to be in. Everyone was busy with their jobs and trades but nonetheless, it was fun and enjoyable. Yes… it was. They were laughing, some with satisfaction due to good business, some from a joke that passed by their chats. The aged let everyday go with peace and the young played and studied from dawn to dusk. Temasek slowed down her pace and gazed at the sea with great delight.

She waited for the magical moment as the dark night sky began to tint into the calm light blue colours. Some clouds were getting pink, some fluffy white, while some purplish. Temasek's eyes were gleaming with excitement and she stared with much more anticipation than before as her hand trembled to the passing time… Not long after the sun, in it's magnificence of bright red, rose from its slumber from the horizon. The sun's rays were still faint but it was getting into a mixture of red and orange. The young country chuckled, thinking about how much it resembled the chewy reddish orange yolk of the duck egg that she ate for breakfast.

The sun was majestic and it has started the long routine of trade. The country shielded her eyes with her hand from the rays of the sun which was getting stronger. Large ships are coming her way. Large Chinese Junks, ships carrying important ambassadors, diplomats of other great kingdom and so on. Many shops are starting their business for their day.

Temasek saw a very familiar figure in the crowd. Her feet raced with great speed to the person, with pale skin, raven black hair and dressed in a silk Ming dynasty robe with a Mandarin square, embroidered with colorful details of bird insignia. Temasek ran faster and faster. With her hands raised up high, she waved violently with enthusiasm. "Cathay (old name for China)!" she squealed with delight and fastens her pace.

The brotherly figure turns to her attention and gave a very pleasant smile. "Ni hao Temasek, how are you, aru?" Temasek jumped into China's embrace toppling both of their balance. "I'm fine!" Little Temasek grinned and stared at China. "It's been a long time; you haven't visited me in ages!" She pouted. "Sorry aru, I was busy in my homeland." He gave an apologetic look, which made Temasek forgave him.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Temasek!" A kind feminine voice came from behind Temasek. She knew this voice, "Vietnam!" she turn around and squealed when she saw Malaysia and Indonesia. "You guys, it's been so long!" She ran around in delight. "Today is a day for rejoice!" Temasek and the others made their way to the Forbidden hill, where the palace for the sultan stands.

A big feast was prepared. Everybody ate to their fill. All the countries, all the kingdoms laughed at jokes, chat and watched performances. It was a beautiful moment. Temasek danced about at the long hall way, carved with intricate designs on its walls. "Temasek have grown so much in these years." China praised and smiled. "Yes, she sure has." Siam (old name for Thailand) stared at her. Ayutthaya kingdom wraps her arm around Siam and agreed.

Indonesia, who was a mature gentleman, sipped his wine and glanced at the little progressing trading port. "Yes… she is growing very well…" he whispered to himself in a much muffled tone, not to be heard at all. His face wasn't smiling as he silently watched Temasek, dancing to the rhythm of the instruments.

Majapahit sensed something amiss with Indonesia. He looked up at Indonesia's slightly tanned face, dressed in a Kain. His hair was all neatly placed in a peci. "Indonesia, you don't seem pleased with all of this…" Majapahit whispered in a coaxing tone.

"Yes… It is displeasing that such measly island that is in front of me would rival my vast kingdom like you, Majapahit. This makes me feel pathetic that or great kingdom was mocked by such small island…" Majapahit listened to the country's words… they were quite simple but stings like a scorpion. His lips curved up a devious cat like grin, "Leave it to me Indonesia. This pest will be gone in no time…"

The cold night has passed and another day starts again. The countries are busy with their trade. Some, visiting the Sultan, some making their way to explore other places. The long line of ships never decreases and the golden, flaming sun still shines down onto the people of Temasek. Singapore stood on a large, sturdy tree branch on top of a cliff. She could see, everyone in the business field, working under the sun.

"Singapore! Singapore! The barbecue is ready." Singapore could hear her brother Malaysia shouting for her downstairs. She jerked from the depths of her memories, back into reality. To simply put it, she had fallen asleep dreaming about her past. It was quite nostalgic, and it made her forget all time. She gazed at her study table. The wooden table was quite old but smooth and polished. It's dark brown color stood out from the rest of the rest of the furniture. Singapore remember it was given by her brother Malaysia. "Singapore! Get down here at once or I'll block you in gmail forever!" Malaysia was screaming at the top of his voice. "Okay! I'm coming down alright!" She whined, grabbed her Ipad and made her way to the barbeque pit. The sun was setting, with it's bright flaming colours it bids farewell to the countries as they enjoy their night with the company of the silver moon and the stars.