China Chinese vs the Singaporean Chinese Stomper

It was an AFC match between SAFFC and a China soccer team and the animosity was sizzling hot.

"I hate Chinese" said a Singaporean Chinese queuing in front of me. Haiz, Chinese hate Chinese. So sad. Can't the world have more loving and less hating?

Just as I was waxing lyrical over love & peace ala John Lennon - An ah tiong cut my queue.

And that's that. I went berserk.

All's fair in love, war & queues.

Unconsciously I whipped out my camera phone. "I must stomp the idiot Ah Tiong!"

At that moment, I'm no longer rational, nor am I just Chinese. I'm Singaporean Chinese and like the Singaporean Chinese in front of me, I'm deeply ashamed to be remotely associated to the Ah Tiong queue cutter, race and all.

I felt an insatiable desire to shame him --- this audacious PRC queue cutter. But just as I was going to take the picture, something in me snapped. No, I cannot behave like a whiney, compliant Singaporean. These PRCs are tough and I must defend my rights myself and not by complaining to the gahmen/press.

So, I turned to him, tapped him on the shoulders and said... "You must queue" (in mandarin lah). I felt pleased with myself for having the courage to speak up and confront the man instead of stomping him and seething away in virtual annonymity. Then the man did the unthinkable.

He went to cut my boyfriend's queue.

I almost whipped out the phone again.

At that moment, I kinda understood Stomp's appeal for Singaporeans. My general frustration with foreigners who come here and behave badly was stirred up by this queue cutting Ah Tiong. This frustration has been shared by many other Singaporeans who have also stomped, complained and written to the gahmen and the press on the same matter. But the problem just kept getting worse and there seemed to be no avenues for recourse. I feel as if my country has been invaded by foreign workers and as a Singaporean (muzzled, censored), I can only stand still with both hands tied and mouth gagged while the yellow tide reduces my home to their common spittoon.

Deep in my consciousness, stomping this act was a way for me to add to the increasing number of documentary evidences of how unpleasant life is becoming with these foreign invaders. Why? Why isn't something being done? Why? Why does the economic objective of keeping labour costs competitive warrant such unpleasantness? Why aren't our views taken into consideration?

At work I received resumes from Indian nationals with MBAs (mostly from dubious private institutions) offering to work in any positions for as low as SGD$2,000 a month. Coming back from work, I battle hordes of Indians, Burmese, PRCs at Boon Lay MRT station. While taking rides in the MRT trains, I cringe from the many loud PRC voices and Burmese voices chattering loudly on the phone. Upon reaching my flat, I am greeted by the sight of a NTUC fairprice trolley parked infront of my Burmese neighbour's flat.

The mentality of coming to Singapore, getting rich fast and getting out quick irks me. Even if you shame these migrants, they wouldn't give a damn. This is just a money pot to them and manners or Singapore be damned to them.

Unhappy thoughts.

That day I cheered lustily for SAFFC. I cheered my guts out when we scored. I fell when that last minute goal was conceded. And when the match ended, passions were so high there were loud cheers for SAFFC and for Duric. We needed a win badly to temper our angst against the PRCs but seeing the SAFFC team tried their best to hold on to their lead makes me think --- at least we held our own.