And the colour race never ends

We see them everywhere.

They're the jerks who pushed you off the swing when you were a kid; they were the ones who tugged at your hair when you were with your toys; they were the ones who stomped on your sandcastle even though you spent ages building it; they were the ones who threw spiteful remarks about your skin colour and hair; they were the ones who made crude remarks about your parents and heritage; and the list goes on...



These are the fools who throw their lives around without realizing how much of an impact they had done to others.


I can't help but look back at how dreadful my youth had been, with my ears being deafened by the rude comments made about my skin colour, my heritage, and even being accused for things that I didn't do.


At the tender age of six, I received my first racial remark about my skin colour. Being that young, I thought the kid had issues with himself and so I didn't bother. But as I grew older, it became more and more aware of the remarks made by the majority about the minority, and became more and more confused as to why this was happening.


I once got called up by a teacher because I dissed some shop in Causeway Point for laying a racist remark about Indians in front of me, thinking that I had no clue as to what she was saying in Mandarin. She was so wrong.


Just a few years back, I used to hate myself for being a few darker tones than the majority. I lost confidence and become more self conscious. It was like an obsession. And it was all because of the racist remarks that I got just by being darker skinned.

But a few years later, I realized that all this bullshit was pretty much a waste of time. Like me or hate me, I don't give a bloody damn about it. Ooooh look, I'm rolling my eyes at you.


I used to sneer whenever someone complimented on Singapore being a cosmopolitan country. True enough, Singapore is doing a remarkable job in attracting foreigners over, but things don't seem to be getting anywhere near being "over" over Racism.


I'm not saying that all majorities are racists. Well, this isn't really about Racism either, just some parts. Read on and you'll get what I mean.


Well, we can't really blame Singapore though. Because everyone makes mistakes. And with about six billion people on Earth, we're bound to affect those around us. And some of us may even take things to a whole new level. Why? Because amongst us, there are jerks who not only find the joy in tormenting us with harsh racial critics, but they think it's cool. These are the jerks who shun empathy and disregard others. Why?

Well, just take a moment and look through them. You'll notice that at the bottom most pit of their heart, they think they're better than you. You see, once they get the kick of insulting you, they get addicted to it, just like how one can get addicted to marijuana. And once the insults start, it never ends, because with this title of superiority, it boosts their ego and gives them this mindset that they're not only better than you, but the world. In fact, they think everyone owes them a living. And they don't really care you who are, they're just ever ready to stomp hard on you and your friends.


And if you're of a different skin tone than them, more like of the minority type, it gets worst. Because they'll throw in racist remarks, sometimes which makes no sense at all, just for the kicks of it.


Now you you're of a darker tone than the majority in Singapore, then you'd face this problem pretty often whenever you get a job. And that is, 'Do you speak Chinese?'. As much as you have in qualifications and somewhat, you're not hired, just because you couldn't speak Mandarin.

Now it is understandable that hospitals should have Mandarin/ Dialect speaking people just so that there would be no language barrier with the folks over there. But be mindful that there too are other ethnic groups who are living in the same hospital.


I went to a Food Court far from home and boy was I shocked to see the place being run by China workers. I'm not saying I dislike them or anything. But it was really hard for me to buy food because, despite being obviously darker skin tone than a Chinese, the stall vendors spoke to me in Mandarin, and I had a pretty tough and awkward time trying to understand what they were saying and at the same time, having to have them understand what I was saying.


Here comes the hard truth people, and it is, that all men and women were created equally. But we don't usually stay the same for long. Because each of us have our own way of living, and some of us work hard to strive towards our goals. Upon being successful, one learns to appreciate whatever he/she has around him, and have an acceptance of good justice and equality.


And to those who feel like they're superior, this is the time where they would leech off of society. Because by doing nothing, the attention soon dies away from them. They start becoming all bitter because at the end of the day, it is their title of superiority that keeps them from becoming anything at all.


Their title of superiority has in turn taken a toll on them and by becoming nothing, it means that all their "achievements" have slowly slipped into the drain. Wasted.


So my dear friends, the next time you think of stepping up to the plate to being someone more superior than your peers, look over your shoulders and see if anyone's backing you up. If there isn't then that means that you have wronged somewhere. Let it go, and ensure that it does not repeat itself. Because you never know if you might willingly step into the dark side of becoming a nobody.

A little "joke" I found off of Ash's blog.

black man says to white man.
"When i was born,I black
When i grow up,I black.
When i go up in the sun,i black
When i scared,i black.
When i sick,i black.
When i bruise,i black.
And when i die,i still black.

but you white folks,
"When you born,you pink.
when you grow up you white.
when you go in the sun,you red
when you cold,you blue.
when you scared,you yellow.
when you sick,you green.
when you bruised,you purple
And when you die you grey.
SO WHO YOU CALLING COLOURED?




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Animals

One word to describe the pictures above? That's right. Cute.

They're so adorable, that you feel like going up to one of them, pinch them on the cheeks, or tickle them on the nose and behind the ear, or even give them a great big hug, don't you?

No one can not smile at a cute kitten that is playing with a ball of yarn, or a puppy trying to climb up the stairs. Admit it, if you saw a puppy pee on your door and then run away, you wouldn't beat the hell out of him. Instead, you would go "Aww, so cute!".


If you still don't get it, let me break the news to you. We are at the mercy of these animals. Especially the cute ones. They have us in their palms, or rather, paws. Make a mistake, it's okay, just flash an innocent face to them, the humans will fall for it.


Well, I was one of the victims. My dog, Junior, is cute. Come on, who has the heart to discipline a dog that has feet shorter than your forefinger, a body longer than your lower arm, and a face so CUTE?!? Junior has the "What am I supposed to do? I'm lost!!" face. In other words, a very 'goondu' face.



My family and I adore him very much, and we pamper him a lot too. He loves to eat Chicken, even though he's allergic to it. We tried substituting chicken for sardine, and he seems to be fine with it. He doesn't eat sausages unless it's fried. And he doesn't eat soup with rice, there has to be meat in there! And if the rice isn't stirred properly and covered with gravy, he'll leave the rice alone. And he loves sun tanning. He would find a spot at home that has the hot sun shining on the floor, and lay there till the sun is gone. He perspires alot, but he hates bathes And he loves the hair dryer ALOT. I made pillows for him, and it has been his chew toy. Other than that, he spends his day hunting for lizards and cockroaches. When he's in the living room, he sleeps with his head leaned against the leg of the chair. And the irritating bit is that, once he's there, he'll never move. And so, we have to move instead. It's the same when he's on the bed. He'll stretch out covering the bottom part of the bed. Tapping him or calling him wouldn't work, and so we have to curl our feet.


Junior has his own spot in the kitchen, near the toilet, where he pees. Since the day we got him, he never pees properly. It's always out of the newspaper. And he knows. Because whenever he pees, and it's out of the paper, he'll dash out of the kitchen.

Now, if I'm not mistaken, what he's trying to do is to "stealthily run away as quick as possible so that no one knows he was the culprit". It was cute at first, but over the years, it's becoming real irritating, having to pick up the papers and then mop it. My mum threatens to tie his "whistle" and would always scold him, literally asking him why he can't pee right.


My dad pampers him alot too, flooding him with hugs and kisses. My brother and I carry him around and whenever we do, he'll fall asleep on us. He's actually a pretty lazy dog. He doesn't bark, but instead makes friends with the Karang Guni Man. I wonder who will protect who when the burglar comes.


And as adorable as he is, he's actually getting pretty smart. He's becoming more and more picky on his food.


Since last month, I have been at home. And one day, my mum came into my room and said "Later when I call your name, don't have to come". I found it odd, but I nodded, and then resumed my game of Harvest Moon.

As predicted, my mum called my name. And sure enough, I didn't come to her. Now, this continued for a couple of days, weeks in fact. I was curious as to why she was always calling my name and one day, I decided to go to the kitchen, where she was calling my name.


I stood at the bar counter, and watched in amazement as Junior ran to the bowl whenever my name was called.

"Wah lao, use my name to ask Junior to eat?"

"See, it actually works. Junior's very naughty. Never call your name, he never eat. Besides, I've been using your name for a long time. And only your name works."

And true enough, as I observed, Junior dashes to his bowl whenever my name is called.



But sadly, this trick doesn't work anymore. I guess he realized that he too can play the game. And so whenever my name is called, he dashes to his bowl, and touched the food with his nose. Then he'll sit there and stare at my mum.


So now I have to be there to watch him as he eats, if not he'll skip his meal and start vomitting.



See how smart animals are?


I have to do my 'round' of spot-checking now.




And watch this!



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