Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Foreigners

How can I deceive myself? How much longer can I be deceived? When I started my morning walking back from the clinic, i suspiciously eyed the auntie with big curls long hair standing beside me. In her plastic bag from NTUC i spotted two cans of peaches. A cheena woman? I was later affirmed of my suspicions when her cans dropped out of her bags, (i dunno how she carry one la) and into the drain, heard her speech and immediately recognised that cheeena irk.

Just yesterday I went to the Istana, as i walked in with umbrella over head I saw so many foreigners strolling out with their umbrellas overhead. ang-mohs are easily recognisable, but what about the Myanmese, Viets and Indians? I couldn't tell. But then at Sakae for dinner, just at the table diagonal to me was a group of ang-moh family.

Just what happened to the locals? I'm beginning to muse even more deeply. Could it be that they all hide at home? And what do they feed on!? Or they slog 24/7? So we only see them at work?!

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