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Saturday, June 07, 2008

From the start, I've had no doubts about my Chinese roots. But today, I've been confounded by the words of some Filipino Chicks at a pub. "You look Filipino! You're nice. That's why I like you", followed by the affimation of her friends. Gah. Now I'm Filipino. Thanks a bunch.

Years back when I was 15 it was an incident with a couple of Japanese tourists, a husband-wife duo, who stopped me along Orchard Road, and started speaking to me in Japanese. Gee. They kept at it for a few minutes, albeit with me gesturing with my hands that I didn't understand the hell they were saying. Giving up, I said, "Sorry, I'm not Japanese." The man said, "Solly, yoo look-a Japanese-a. Solly. Carn you direck us to Istana?" See? It wasn't so hard to speak in the Universal Tongue?

During the Korean Drama craze, which is still going around, I've had my aunts and cousins remarking how fair my complexion was, and their friends saying that I looked Korean, and whether I had Korean blood in me. Idiots, all of them.

Recently, after I enlisted for National Service (NS), people kept speaking to me in Malay or English. I found it rather odd, so I tried speaking in Mandarin to one cabbie. The bugger got a shock. The buffoon thought that I was Eurasian! Must have been the deep tan, but my facial features and name-frigging-tag on my uniform should have been obvious to them. One Malay neighbour even thought that I just moved into my block and struck up a conversation in Malay. Idiot. I didn't even change that much!

And now to top it off, some Filipino chicks think I'm Filipino. Thanks for confirming the suspicions that I've had of why the Filipino maids of my relatives and neighbours, and Filipino ex-colleagues of mine from the American Club keep glancing/winking at me, and generally trying to flirt with me.

I'm a frigging Mongoloid for crying out loud! I've slanted eyes and yellow skin! Only my nose and chin don't really look like a Chinese, according to ex-girlfriends of mine, although how they all reach that conclusion is a mystery to me. The only thing I want people to think is that I'm an American-born chinese. At least then I won't have to converse in Mandarin, which I suck at.

On another note, I really hate those middle-class Caucasian Males even more. Lustful bastards who just come to Singapore to "have a good time" with Asian girls. They just reinforce the stereotype that Caucasian Males are just horny bastards who "dig" Asian girls because they're easy, which just irks me as much. How can Asian girls be so gullible as to think that rich Caucasian men would want to have a good time with them, by which I mean one-night-stands or with sexual encounters, and still want to bring them home to be their wives. I can't believe how stupid those girls are. A real embarassment to Asian girls who loath such behavior, but are harassed by Caucasians and Asians alike because of these black sheep. Those idiots think that just because it's a Caucasian guy who's saying it, it means they're loaded with cash.

Contrary to that belief, those horny Caucasian men are probably asset poor asses who come here to have a good time because it's cheap and safe here, then just go home to brag about it to their friends. I've met alot of rich Caucasian men while working in the American Club, and talking to them, they hate the guts of these horny bastards, as they know they're making the good ones look bad. How I hate such people. How I hate them. They should all burn. In Hell.

Kenny died at 4:32 am