Self-inflicted Banana...

Its been quite some time since my madness on blogger has ended (which ended with a three days straight posting of logs on blogger) The holiday is in full swing, the heater in the house, is unfortunately still leaking water, although it might be a piece of good news to those people who just can't wait to see me having ill-fortune...

But than again...
The holidays means that i would have more time to surf the net and do some stuff. I had finally gotten sick of neopets after almost 5 years (keep that in mind, Clara) and that means that i have more time to zoom around the internet.

Zooming around means that i get to visit more places around the internet, there was this one website which had gotten my attention and is now prompting me to write this.

One of my "friends", whom is a chinese, had written on his blog that he wished he was a caucasian...
Actually, not very weird, counting the fact that chinese had been suppressed for quite some time (remember, SAP school is not chinese school) and the fact that some people thing that chinese is bad...

What is so wrong with being a chinese? I mean, if you had watch Hotel Rwanda, a movie about the racial conflicts between the Hutus and Tutsi in Rwanda, you would seriously understand the meaning of why some people wish to become a different race, just as the aid worker has told the hotel manger :"One of the girls were screaming as she was being killed and she said:"don't kill me, i promise that i won't be Tutsi again..."

Have you ever heard of another story...
There was this international class that was held in England. The teacher, who is a englishman, wrote "hello" on the board and then told them all that this is how they greet people in their mother tongue. He than asked them to each come up to the board and wrote their own methods of greeting other people. Different groups of people came up one at a time. When it was time for the Singapore chinese turn, the chinese said:"my mother tongue is the same as your, teacher"
The teacher reacted in horror and said:"that is my mother tongue not yours, why you are a chinese"
"But i do not know how to speak chinese, in fact i think i am a caucasian"
You could guess what happen eh?

But come on, why do you deny your own cultural, your heritage. We, the chinese, have over a 5000 years history, and why deny that? What is so bad about China, when it is currently rising up again. Why do we have to become caucasians, where the name "John" could cause about a dozen people to turn around and look at you?
Look at how beautiful chinese names are crafted (at least in singapore). Your parent aspiration for you could just be found in your name. Personalities that parent wish that their children will have can also be found in their name...

I mean, even my cousin who was brought up in America could speak chinese, and he does not deny that he is a chinese. Just what is so wrong about it?

I think this is a thing to think seriously about. To me, denying your heritage is as good as denying your very existence...

But then, Singapore is a open society right...?

Discmon

*You can watch "Hotel Rwanda" on Singapore Airlines in order to understand the part on the Hutus and the Tutsis