This is quite noob.

Note: This is merely a story.
Silence. The room was so silent that one could even hear a pin drop. The only source of noise was the clock on the wall ticking. Everyone seated in the room were staring at him, curious to know what would be his answer to the question posted to him. 50 pairs of eyes were all staring at one person. The person was a tall middle-aged man, seated on a chair in front of all of them. His head was bowed, and no one could see the expression on his face. However, everyone could feel it. If the Mars would give you a triumphant feeling, this particular person would give you a feeling of defeat, and loss. It was like as though he had the aura of defeat. Only someone who had experienced defeat equal to his would be able to empathize with him. And of course, no one in the room, perhaps not even a single one in the world, could.
The 50 people in the room waited, their interest never seeming to vanish. Then, after what seemed like eternity, the man lifted his head up, his handsome features completely covered by the expression of grief. His tear-rimmed eyes were bloodshot, and his face was so contorted in anguish that he did not even look like a human being. Then he opened his mouth and spoke. "For me, it is a moment of anguish. All my life, my whole adult life, I” He could not resist any longer, and broke down into tears. “I believed in Malaysian merger and unity of the two territories. You know that we, as a people are connected by geography, economics, by ties of kinship... It literally broke everything that we stood for.... Now, I, Lee Kuan Yew, as Prime Minister of Singapore, in this current capacity of mine do hereby proclaim and declare on behalf of the people and the Government of Singapore that as from today, the ninth day of August in the year one thousand nine hundred and sixty-five, Singapore shall be forever a sovereign democratic and independent nation, founded upon the principles of liberty and justice and ever seeking the welfare and happiness of the people in a most and just equal society." It did not sound like a speech at all. It sounded like the song sang at the funeral. The people in the press conference could not hold back their tears either. Soon, rivulets of tears were spotted on the floor. The clock stopped ticking too.
The man was none other than Lee Kuan Yew.
After the press conference, Lee Kuan Yew did not go home. He went to the beach. He sat down on the sand and sighed. He did not feel that he was sitting on sand. He felt like as though his was sitting on mud, and that he was trapped there permanently. He glanced up at the jet black sky in hope of inspiration, and his reply was the completely black, boundless cage which he was trapped in, condemned forever he was. There was no hope, just like there was not an iota of light in the gloomy sky. He glanced at the sea, hoping to find land, but none there were. The cold wind blew. His hair was blown back by the wind. His shirt, too. It was like as though they were trying to abandon him, to escape from this world of impossibilities. He wanted to, too. But he couldn’t. If the problems were the wind, there was a massive and incredibly heavy rock on his back, almost pinning him on to the ground, forcing him to face the problems. He sighed, again. He could not escape from these responsibilities, even though he would love to. He finally said this question out loud, looking at the abyss above, “What should we do?” And he still did not know. He thought he never would. It was helpless, and hopeless. He looked around for a source of inspiration he thought he would never find.
But he did. Somehow he did.
The cold wind grew bigger. The waves got bigger, too. He suddenly had a random thought. Why wasn’t this beach destroyed, even until now? The waves are so big! He realized something. This is a Singaporean beach! The land of Singapore was not destroyed by these great waves, so does that mean that Singapore is destined to survive? His jaw dropped. It took him long enough to understand this simple concept. Somehow, just somehow, it will survive. I’m sure it will. He paused for a while. Then, he let loose a roar, a roar of sheer joy. He did not have the physical strength of a lion, but this roar was certainly louder and much more powerful than that of even 10 lions.
Because he represents the lion city!
The cold wind got colder now. But coldness was the last thing he felt. He was sweating all over.
Because of his fiery passion!
He suddenly felt proud to be serving the Singapore he is living in.
He did not sleep that night. Who could?
Dawn. The Sun rose up, slowly yet steadily. The red giant seemed to bear the same shade of colour as the red in the Singapore flag. We all know that, when a Sun is going to rise up, nothing will stop it.
And it turned out that Singapore was destined to survive.