SG Fairy

Some of your might be interested to know that Jerry Hall (model ex-wife of Mick Jagger) is now global ambassador for a erectile dysfunction campaign. She's supposed to encourage people to talk to their doctors or partners about their problem to 'get it up'.

What I do not understand is this: why use her as ambassador??? It's a guy problem, and guys will get their egos crushed big-time if some model babe comes up to them, wagging her finger and saying, "Now boys, don't be shy, tell me about your dick problem!"

Get some male actor to do it instead.... or alternatively, get Yoda, and have him go, "May the force be with you!"

Lol... ok, I know, lame.

By the way, one of the English papers published my letter!

Cheap thrill.

So I bumped into an old jc friend today. She introduced the guy next to her as "my friend Z" but I figured she was just too shy to admit that weird man was her boyfriend. Anyway, we did the obligatory 'pretend-to-hyperventilate-with-excitment-over-not-meeting-for-years', and I gave her my handphone number and told her that yes, I'll hold her to her word to contact me so we can meet and catch up like old times... ya right... we were never THAT close.

And she calls me after dinner.

You mean, you really saw me as a good friend? To me you were just a girl I'll wave hi to if I bumped into you in school.

"Hey, it's me, B! How are you?" and blah blah blah blah blah...

"By the way, just now you say you no bf right?"

"Yup!"

"Oh.... (that tone hints that something terrible is about to happen)... you remember Z? You saw him just now. He say you very sweet looking leh, and ask a lot of questions about you. I think he's interested in you!"

Now, wait a minute. From what I can recall, I was in an old stinky pair of jeans and a faded tee earlier on in the day. I was makeup-less and probably had a 'fuck off' look on my face when I met them coz I had been busy thinking about the wondrous comfort of my bed and ooh why am I not in it now...
And that's sweet-looking????

And I do believe we're waayyyy past the secondary school phase of "He keep talking to you, he like you lah!"

"Oh really?"

"Ya lor... he kept asking and asking and say your hair very nice, you smile very sweet... confirm he interested in you!"

"Ok... (not sure where this is leading)"

"So you want or not? Go watch movie or something with him lah! He got no gf, and you also no bf, perfect timing! And aiyah, nowadays, people finish studying liao, next step is to marry right? So go with him lah! He's a very nice guy one! I confirm!"

So if he's so nice, why dun you go out with him?

"Err... no lah.... thanks but I'm not really keen. Anyway, I'm so busy nowadays..."

"Aiyah, then just find a little time lah! Half hour also can! Just go out, drink coffee or something lor! He really very nice one! You know *giggles*, like a good catch?"

Again I repeat. If he's that good, why don't you 'go steady' with him?

Anyway... she kept it up for what felt like ages, til I had to fake a "my mother calling me... sorry lah, but I really not interested, ok? got to go, bye!"

Ok....

For goodness sake, the guy was so urgh! Seriously! I'm not one of those 'I wun go out with you unless you're good-looking' type, but well, a presentable appearance would suffice. But this guy looked like the total nerd, you know, like the sort you see in the NUS engineering or computing faculty?? Ya, something like that. His glasses were so thick, and he was dressed really sloppily and he spoke like... it just wasn't so fluent.

I wouldn't have been so offended if the guy had looked half-decent.
Yes, go ahead and accuse me of being a superficial bitch. But I do like a man who knows at least how to speak well. And he's the nerdy type! Do I look like the nerdy type to you??? (I'll slap whoever says yes) I have nothing against computer/engineering/science etc type of people... but you can divide them into sub-groups: the super nerds, and the relatively decent type. And I do not have a thing for the former.

Next... what really pissed me off was this...

Do I fucking look like I am desperate to get attached and married???

Contrary to popular belief, there are women out there who are happy to be single you know.
So ok fine, you could argue that my present state and the nature of the relationship I am currently in qualifies me as being 'attached' in the vanilla eyes. But B had to go so far as to bring marriage into the picture! I'm not sure what the future will be for me but I'm in no hurry to get married. I am very happy with the current 'arrangement' and I'll just live one day at a time, enjoying to the fullest every moment with Him.

Put it this way, not every life has to go the 'boyfriend-then marry' route. Some people think that if they do not have that, then they are inadequate, something must be wrong with them, "why does no guy want me?" and all that crap. I call that a lack of confidence.

The entire attempt to set me up on a blind date/matchmake me was amusing for a short while. But it got irritating when I realised she felt she was doing me a favour, saving me from singlehood. Sure, by all means, if you find someone who looks like a Greek god/has a brain/is loaded, you can introduce us and make sure that he takes me somewhere posh for the blind date. But please do it only because you just thought the both of us will enjoy making friends.

If you wanna set me up because you think "Oh poor thing... no boyfriend! Must find her someone!", then you had better be prepared for a slap from me. My dear mum tried once to set me up with 'this nice guy I met during the church camp' and I told her I did not appreciate such interference, in a nice manner of course. Because surprise surprise, I actually do enjoy not having a vanilla boyfriend, and yup, I do not rate marriage as a necessity for a successful life.

So if B ever contacts me again to set me up with Z or any other guy...

I promise to be totally polite and tactful when I tell her to fuck off.

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5744,17343444%5E7583,00.html

Someone posted this up in my comments page.

If the argument is about whether or not Singapore should abolish the death penalty, I'll say, a pat on the back for those who are voicing their opinions on that. I admire such people because well, at least they have an opinion on that. For myself, I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm sitting on the fence when it comes to the topic of the death penalty.

In my previous post, if you read carefully, I made no arguments about the morality of the death penalty. What I was essentially saying was this:
Some Australians may not like the death penalty; fine, you're entitled to your opinion. But don't come and threaten us, call for trade sanctions, say you'll like to haul our ass up to Int'l court, and well, basically, have no regard for our sovereignty... then come and accuse us for not having regard for Australia. That's double standards.

I just don't like it when people think they are more superior and SG has to be at the beck and call of their every command.

Singapore is a sovereign independent country.

As for Chee Soon Juan... I personally feel he is just using the death penalty issue to push his own personal agenda.

Ya, of course he was stating the obvious when he talked about the Lees and all the other stuff. I may not know all the facts, but I wun be surprised if they are true.

But honestly, I do not care. Yes, some changes here and there in the way things are being run would be nice... but on the whole, I have no pressing concerns, well, except for a more effective policy towards building racial harmony and racial equality.

CSJ.... he has proven himself to be a terrible politican who is an embarrassment to us. I seriously doubt that he has a strong majority support base in SG. He does not have the right to go around acting like he's the saviour, the voice of the people who have sent him out to gather international support to save us from the 'evil authoritarian govt', because I do not think that people want him to be the poster boy of SG democracy.

The Fairy was punched in the eye today on the MRT by another woman.

Yes I know all of you think that it was because the woman was jealous of my looks, but that wasn't the case... though I wonder...

I am aware that people feel the urgent need to rush out of the train doors when they have arrived at their aligning station, but really, do you have to push and jolt your way through???

That woman was pushing herself through, flapping her arms about and her knuckle got right into my eye. That was at the Lavender station. I align at Orchard station, walk 10 minutes to my office - my eye still hurts.

And she didn't even apologise. Bloody bitch.


Thankfully I can still see. That's how I read the bit of news about the Australian state Attorney-General arrived in SG yesterday, and is going to meet SG Law and Home Minister Ho Peng Kee to deliver a letter from the Victorian Premier to the SG Govt outlining their opposition to the death penalty and mitigating factors in the case.

Sigh... the entire morality debate over the death penalty is one thing. But one govt has no right to tell another how to execute their criminal laws.
It is a well-known fact that the 'evil' SG govt hangs those who bring more than 30g of drugs in. You commit the crime in our land, you pay the price, simple as that --- unless you can convince the judge that your mind and actions were controlled by some kingpin and so hence, it was totally not your fault.
By doing what they are doing, Australia clearly has no regard and respect for the SG Govt and State, thinks us incapable of governing ourselves and has undermined our sovereignty and territorial rights. Even if they think that the death penalty is wrong, they have no right to force their way of thinking down our throats.

So there.

Oh, look at this: http://www.abc.net.au/lateline/content/2005/s1513146.htm

If I ever meet Chee Soon Juan, I will grab him by the head and bang it, hard, against the wall.

By the way, the Australian Broadcasting Corporation should get their facts right. That man is no ' leading opposition figure in Singapore'; he is a total embarrassment to us Singaporeans. Leading Opposition figures would be people like Mr. Chiam, Mr. Low and our rising lady, Sylvia Wong.

CSJ made Singapore sound like we're North Korea or something, a country living in isolation, completely shut out from the rest of the world and unaware of what is going on.
He has no right to come in, and act as though he's speaking on behalf of his repressed countrymen. Repressed or not, no Singaporean would want to be led by a raving lunatic who has proven himself to be ever ready to kiss white ass. And let's not forget the way he screamed at then-PM Goh; you call him a politican???

Yes I am back... of course I am back, because if I wasn't, right now I'll be sitting in the hotel cafe having my inter-continental buffet breakfast, discussing the day's activities with Him.
But nope, all I have now is a lousy cup of Macdonalds coffee, and 200 over emails to look through.

The bkk trip was simply marvellous... and I am not one bit sorry that you guys were not as fortunate as me in having a weekend getaway.

I did the obligatory shopping and pigging out... watched a girl shoot ping-pongs out of her cunt. I do not think I will ever be able to fully understand men ('Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus' remember?) so I will not even ponder over how some of the males in the club started hyperventilating when she did that; a cunt is for fucking, not for playing canon-ball... how the fuck could some guys get stiff watching girls blow out candles, write, etc???

I'm thankful He doesn't have such kinks.

Oh.... I was asked by some guys on my first night in bkk if i would 'like to talk'. How lame a pick-up line... if it was the slightest bit witty, I might have considered entertaining (note meaning = leading him on) the pathetic fellow just to satisfy my curiosity - how much would he have paid for my company?
I suppose I was rather flattered by the attention, no matter how much it made my skin crawl... after all, I had been in a pair of jeans and plain long-sleeved top all day in the office, had a 2-hr flight, no make-up, hair in a mess... extremely tired... and yet, I was approached!

Yeah, I know... I like to make myself feel good.

And yes, I am in a weird mood... it's the whole Monday thing, I tell you. Have you noticed how it always seems to be cold, dark and rainy on a Monday morning? It's either nature reflecting the shitty moods of workers everywhere, or her just being plain cruel, like "Ha, I know you all have to go to work.. look at the lovely sleep-able weather! Like it? You wun get to enjoy it and sleep in so there!"

Every 15 minutes... my colleague would complain about how Monday sucks... then another 15 minutes later, it's my turn to complain... we like to rotate duties.

I'll like to tell you more about my trip to bbk... and entertain you with my clever sacrastic wit... but I have a ricebowl to take care of.... I'm already thinking about my next trip to bbk....

I am bored beyond words..... I just want to go home, crawl into bed with my bloster, and SLEEP.

At least I had a little pampering pedicure just now during lunchtime.. that was my highlight of the day.

About 2 1/2 more hours to go... am supposed to meet the boss at 5pm. I really hope he doesn't delay and stretch the meeting coz I do want to leave at 6pm.....

Urgh... sianz...

Hmm... I'll be packing my luggage tomorrow already.... can't wait to leave SG...

Just because I am not married, do not have a boyfriend (as subjective as that may be)... that does not mean that I do not have a life.

I understand that as a youngster who has just come out into the 'real' world, I have to work hard for the next 5 years at least and make sure I'm 1-2 steps higher up the corporate ladder by then.

But I do not appreciate how bosses just take it for granted that if you are single, you'll devote yourself 24/7 to the company.

First, it is unfair to me - my colleagues being married/attached does not mean that then hence they should have it easier. What a stupid, old-fashioned way of thinking!

Second, life does not evolve about the husband or boyfriend. I may have none of that, but it does not mean that I have nothing else. I have my family, and my friends.
How could you possibliy say that that is different? How could my family responsibilities be different from yours? So what if you have a husband and a kid to take care of? That doesn't mean your status, level of responsibility is heavier than mine? I am the eldest daughter of a family where though we, by the grace of God, have been able to live pretty comfortably, still have to sell our apartment - we tell ourselves that it is because we dun really need all that space now, but it's just to make us feel better about the fact that hopefully after the sale, we'll have money leftover to settle the debts. I have a father who insists on piling salt on his food, eat canned fruits, when He's getting headaches caused by His high blood pressure. And He bloody hasn't gone for his bi-annual checkups as the doctor ordered to make sure the cancer stays away for ages. My brother is a little pathetic pain of an ass who's going to end up in ITE (not that I have a thing against ITE grads) just because he's too lazy to use the intelligence he has. He thinks life will forever be all nice and rosy and that money grows on trees - I think I will slap him across the face very very soon if he continues in that self-absorbed state where it is all just "I, me, mine"... a real piece of shit really.

And yes, surprise surprise, I do have friends and a special someone.

So dun expect me to give 100% of my time to the company. I will stay back late if there is urgent work that needs to be done - I am a responsible employee.
But I am no slave to the company. The company is not my life.
I may not be married or have a boyfriend but that does not mean I do not have other things to do. Just coz others are married or attached doesn't mean that they have greater privilleges.

I will damn well work hard for my career.... but I hate it when people assume that, "oh, SGfairy is not attached mah, so she can do this extra stuff lah!" And I do not appreciate being taken for granted.

And it pisses me off the way my boss seems to appreciate the other girl more than me. Perhaps he is harder on me coz he thinks I am better and so hence has higher expectations of me... but surely it wun hurt to say a sincere thanks and lighten up a little more with me.

I hope this deal goes through.. and when that happens, He better jolly well give me 100% of the comission.

I mentioned some blog posts ago that I had been digging into my drawer and found an old book of self-composed poetry. I just thought I'll share a pathetic piece of work, so I can pretend to myself that I am a poet who got my work 'published'.

A sigh;
Pain in my heart,
As tears roll down,
Falling to the ground,
Then disappearing;
Love envelops,
And darkness falls;
Forever, night will stay.

I think when I wrote it back in sec. school, I was attempting to sound all deep and stylo...

This one was during the wrist-slashing period:

Alone in my room,
I cry;
Lying on my bed,
I want to die;
What is life, if it is so full of care,
That we have no time, to stand and stare?

Yup.... my attempt at being a young, dark, angry youth.

Hmm...

I was just going through all my old cards and letters... gosh, the wonders of snail mail.

I think MSN Messager, email, sms and all that are cool, but at the end of the day nothing beats getting a good old-fashioned christmas card, for example. Then of course there are all those friendship letters I used to send/receive from my best friends in secondary school... yes Y.Z., I have kept every letter/christmas card from you... I think I can actually blackmail you with some of the letters you sent me *evil laugh*

And I found this bunch of cards from when I was a month old, a year old.... and 2 pieces of paper where I drew a terrible picture and wrote 'My Mummy' beneath it; just showed them to my mum, and she was like, "I should have written behind them the date you drew those!" Then I got some of the post cards which my Dad sent to me during those years when he was travelling... there was one which was like, "As promised, a picture of the hotel I am staying at... have you gotten more stars for your spelling?" *heart melt*
Those years, I never saw my dad, and overseas calls were so expensive... so I was always looking out for postcards from my dad...

If I have a kid in the future, I am going to keep every single drawing she did when young, write the date behind them, and present them to her when she is 21 or something...

You may think I am a sentimental old fart, but really, it is such a warm feeling that you get when you look through all of these again after so so many years... for some reason, it makes me feel connected, whole... no matter what, our past does make up part of who we are as human beings with all our personalities etc... and knowing that you are still in touch with all of that, makes you feel even more complete. I have friends who do not remember a thing about their childhood, and they wish that they had more pictures, memories etc coz well... it is just nice to have all that.

Maybe I should print out pages of my blog and keep them... all these internet stuff and digital pics are good to have... but when I am older, I'll have to have something tangible to hold in my hands.

Still not feeling sleepy, so maybe I'll blog til I want to sleep.

Since the entire racist bloggers incidents, I have been thinking quite a lot about this particular topic... and as much as I'm embarrassed to admit it, I have to face up to it.

I am a racist.

I prefer Caucasian men.

And no I am not saying it because I have been with one for 2 yrs... him being white was just a little bonus.. I didn't decide to fuck with him coz of his skin color.

Let me first qualify myself by stating that I'll be talking in general terms. For example, if I say that women are beautiful, I would have also acknowledged that not all women are beautiful coz let's face it, there are women out there who, try as they might, can never be as beautiful as me.

*smirks*

Caucasian men are generally more gentlemanly, and easy and interesting people to talk to. There is just something about their mannerism that's just so charming and seductive. Plus, well, there's the bit about people whispering about how the white man has the bigger, thicker, dick... I believe there is some truth in that.

I find it hard to pin down just what exactly it is in their mannerism that is so appealling so I cannot give you a (point 1), (point 2) and so on... but I do feel that the local Chinese boy can appear quite lost next to a Caucasian.

Perhaps it could be that they read more widely and bother themselves a little more about what's happening in the world. Perhaps it could be the way they were brought up or something... but I have always found Caucasians more attentive.

Yes, that is probably it. Local Chinese men grew up being the heir to the family name and all that sort of shit; they are pampered by the family, sheltered etc... that's what happens in majority of the Chinese families here. So when it comes to sex, for example, it just becomes a case of them getting what they want and that's it. When you talk to them, they want to dominate the entire conversation and tend to look down on a woman's ideas. Hence, I find Chinese men dull, boring farts.

With a Caucasian, you could at least try a bit of flirting. I like the look in their eyes when they come across an intelligent and sexy woman; they are more than willing to rise up to the challenge and not simply cower away to find a Vietnamese bride. I like their wittiness, the way they try to engage you in conversation.

And then of course there is the whole sex bit.

I believe I have slept with enough men to be able to discuss this.

The Caucasian will take the time to slowly make out with me on the couch, our glasses of wine waiting on the coffee table. Then he'll take me by the hand and lead me into his bedroom, where he'll gently undress me... then in bed, he'll bother to explore my body with his hands, making sure I am sufficiently horny enough, then he'll fuck me. And after it all, he'll lie in bed with me, resting his hand on my breast so he can feel my heart beat.

The Chinese will just take me straight to bed, tell me to get out of my clothes as he gets out of his, have me give him a bj, fuck, and then say bye. Then he'll add before leaving, "that was a great fuck." Well dear, for me it wasn't.

I have had nice fucks from Chinese guys before, but guess what? Most of them had spent a couple of years in the West earlier on studying or something, or they're just more Westernised in their way of thinking and outlook.

Yes... I have got it. All the minor points aside, Caucasians are more confident individuals, and that is what attracts me. Chinese guys just, well, they're just lost.

I will not reject a guy based on his skin color. But unfortunately, I will notice the Caucasian first. I remember when I went to Emerald Hill some weeks ago with a friend, as I scanned through the crowd, I tended to pick out the Caucasians first.

Does that make me racist? Or labels me as a SPG? I do not know....

It does worry me sometimes... I wonder if I am being closed-minded and superficial. But then, I dun just like Caucasians because of their dick size... I enjoy their confidence and wittiness. So that doesn't really make me superficial now, does it?

Once while talking with my mum, I told her that if I marry, it probably wun be to someone of the same racial group as myself. She told me that hey, Haianese men are good leh; my dad is Hainanese. Of course I'll want a good husband who will take care of me and all that, but that's not enough. I want to be assured that I will have many stimulating conversations with him right through the golden years. And of course, I'll want our sessions in bed to involved more than just a bj and fuck.

So, have I betrayed my race by preferring Caucasian men? Do you now see me as shallow?

I spoke to a friend once about this... she said, it's a matter of preference. When guy-watching, girls tend to notice more the guy with the broad shoulders, or tight butt, or almond-shaped eyes... whatever it is that they like. And I just tend to notice white skin more, she said, nothing wrong with that.

I suppose that is true.... I have had ugly looks thrown in my direction before, the sort of look that says "you SPG slut you..." Somehow, our society tends to associate girls with white men with sluts. It used to bother me in the very beginning; which was why I suppose I never told my god-sis that I was dating, sort of, a white man, coz I wasn't sure how she would react.

Perhaps people who read this blog post might now think lesser of me. But I think... it is my life, right? I have the right to go after what I enjoy more. As much as I do not give two hoots about Western democracy and I revel the Chinese thinking emphasis on society and family, I still enjoy someone with a more Westernized thinking/mannerism. Coz somehow, such people are more confident, and they treat women better... and I enjoy strong characters who are nice to me.

Hmm... am now thinking about a particular white man...

For the dear sweet and innocent, 'dao' is Hokkien for 'stare', as in when an insecure male ego decides to pick a fight on some nerd to boost his confidence, and he goes up to the poor boy and says "You dao me for what? You not happy, want to fight is it?" A lame excuse to pick a fight, in my personal opinion.

But I got reminded of the ah bengs from my secondary school days after reading this particular ST forum letter.

http://straitstimes.asia1.com.sg/forum/story/0,5562,351039,00.html?

I am just guessing, but I think that perhaps the couple had been having a really bad day. Maybe it was a case of 'the husband thinking the wife didn't want sex the night before, and the wife thinking that the husband was actually not trying hard enough to get her wet before the fuck so hence she was not willing even though she was in heat'... and so when you have two sexually-frustrated adults, it's only naturally that they would end up behaving in a totally childish and unreasonable manner, I think.

If I was with that young group of teens, I would have immediately taken pictures of that verbal and physical abuse, and sent those pictures to the police.

Ok, maybe that forum writer missed out a bit or two of them perhaps throwing the couple dirty looks or something and hence getting the couple all upset. But no matter what, you have no right to slap a young girl across the face. If I was the mother, I would have kicked the guy in the balls, hard, for slapping my daughter; only I can slap my daughter, no one else.

I hope the police steps in, gets all parties involved together, and say, "ok, you slapped that girl so now you must let her slap you back. And because it was on Thursday, so after adding the interest of a slap a day, you should now get 1 slap + 'days since Thursday' number of slaps. And oh, add on a half hour of verbal abuse."

I do love playing judge for incidents which have nothing to do with me, and for which I am definitely not qualified to comment on.

But while we're at it... let's sentence the lady boss of that maid agency who has her maids sleep like dogs outside her house to 20 years of sleeping outdoors under a zinc roof.

Singapore... truly a 1st class country with 3rd class citizens.

In between Hari Raya visits and big meals today, I went to the Metro Warehouse Sale...

I found one of the most wonderful and lovely bras there, for only S$6.90 somehow! Then I saw that they had matching g-strings so I decided to get it even though it meant that I had to dig through the pile and find 3 more ok g-strings coz they were going at 4 for $9.90.

I am now very pleased to announce that I have got a matching bra and panty set!!!!

Yes I know, I sound like quite the loser... but I've never had a matching set before coz they are normally too expensive, but this one was reasonably prices and I like the design a lot! Black, with nice little flowers printed across... I know I'm more a sexy-black-lace person than the flowery sort, but this set... looks all feminine and sexy at the same time...

Lalala... I'm all excited and happy over a bra and g-string that I bought... that's how pathetic my life can be sometimes.

Oh oh... and I got two pairs of shoes!!!!!! Unfortunately I couldn't find a nice open-toed black pair of heels, but I think the two other pairs I got are quite lovely...

Ok, fine... I'm not going to bore you with the details of every single thing I got.

But you know... the smell of the sweet victory achieved after a good shopping trip... is simple marvellous...

Which probably means that the last time I actually did go shopping was a zillion years ago.

I had actually set aside a certain amount of money for the warehouse sale... but in the end, my dad said he'll pay for me; which made me kinda (1) happy coz I can save money, (2) sad coz he had to fork out the money (3)angry with myself that my dad had to spend money on me. Sigh.

Remind me to ask just exactly how much money I would be taking back when I apply for another job. For my current job, when I was first told about the amount, I was so happy... I'll start thinking about how I'll want to do this and that with my salary...

But being the clueless goon that I can be sometimes, I forgot about this thing called CPF.

You kinda lose all the excitment from getting your pay-cheque when you see just how much you are actually going to be taking home...

:p And I have to budget in my bbk trip, taking my mum to watch 'A Twist of Fate', my 'die-die-must-watch!' ticket to Rent, bills...

I was doing the mental calculations just now... and I realise... I dun really have money to spend this month... like, zero dollars *sob*sob*

It means, no big fancy meals outside of home (great way to lose weight actually since you wun be eating lunch)... and I had wanted to dye my hair... had also thought of treating myself to a pedicure...

I cannot wait for the end of this month... four more weeks til my next pay-cheque!!!!

Hehe... two more weeks til bbk!!!!!

I just realised something today.... in all my twenty-two years of existence on this earth, I had never been to a Hindu friend's place for Deepavali til today.

Makes me feel rather embarrassed.

I have been to friends' place for Hari Raya... my Malay neighbour gives us food and invites us over to sit every time.

But while I do have Hindu friends, I've never gone to their place for Deepavali.

Kinda reminds me of this letter that was in the papers not too long ago... is it possible that we ethnic Chinese, the majority race in Singapore, are the actual real closed-up lot? That most of the racist people in Singapore now, come from the ethnic Chinese group?

I think that on the whole, the Malays, Indians, 'Others' are more open, welcoming, friendly... more neighbourly.

We Chinese are somehow more closed-up... suspicious...
And sadly... most of the really racist comments I have heard (racial jokes aside) have come from the Chinese... it could be something that is downright demeaning, or stink of a superior attitude that says 'I am a Chinese, all other races are beneath me'.

You would have thought that the majority racial group would be more friendly and stuff since hey, we're not the ones suffering from racist employment stuff. But no, us being the majority group has made us so high-and-mighty that we have become so arrogant and closed-up... and racist. We feed on racial stereotypes... I mean, most of the time, it is from the lips of a Chinese mother talking to her young kid that you hear the 'Don't go near the Singh because they very smelly!"

With the whole terrorism thing happening now, there have been so many calls for the Malay community to open up, mix more with other races, share of themselves so that others can understand them.
And the Malay community has been really going to extra mile to do that.

But what is the point of it all if the Chinese are not willing to listen, participate in these 'racial-bridge-building' activities????
No damn use.

I am not saying that every S'porean Chinese is a racist. I am a S'porean Chinese myself, and while I do find racial jokes quite entertaining, I am no racist.

But I do believe that on the whole, the Chinese community in Singapore has to really look at itself, and ask itself: is it really making an effort, caring to make an effort at racial integration???

It is sad but true... you can feel it in the air... the racial bonds which have held our country together for so long, are weakening.
Compare the times of our parents to that of us today - how many friends of another race do you have?

Unfortunately, I think our government's efforts, the manner by which the MOE has been trying to teach racial and religious harmony, have not been all that successful.
We have to step up.