It's so sad as we grow up we ironically become so myopic and narrow minded. As sad as it is, it is also damn scary. We have lived for easily 50 years, gone through trials and tribulations which should have made us realise that superficial differences should no longer matter let alone be given importance to. Yes, your background definitely speaks volumes of your character, but are you really gonna let that single-handedly determine everything else that is to matter. That is really damn shallow. I dunno if I should feel sad for myself or enraged at what I get caught into each time this happens. I have really made countless attempts to reach out that I dunno for how many more years I will have the strength to do so in me. And what happens, if I don't resist, I will probably just get sucked into this whole thing in the name of culture and tradition and what not.

And actually, this might be the reason why I am so adamant about getting out of Singapore, breaking free from the people who seem to be living in a well yet claim they've seen it all. Even if it's a temporary breaking free, I really need that to be able to make my own choices and decide what I want for myself.

If there is one thing I could change, this would be it coz I'm damn sure this is not one of those I can nonchalantly say "live with it" and walk away. I have to fight against this. Have to.