“You must have visa card before you can enter.” He said in an admonishing tone as if I had just committed a crime. Even criminals are innocent until proven guilty.

From his stance, I could not help but feel mocked. What’s so great about having a visa card? Had I wanted to be nasty, I would have opened my wallet in front of him and thrown all my visa cards at his face. Take them and have a good look…visa, mastercard, amex…enough for me to enter the candy house?

I was particularly pissed off as he obviously thought I was not high class enough to enter the candy house. Of course, he didn’t bother about me but just made sure I stepped out of the house. “You can’t even enter the gates you know…”  he continued before attending to the tourist behind me with all politeness. If this is not mean, I don’t know what is.

I was not blind to see that the tourist behind me was a Caucasian. Of course, the boy on duty thinks the Caucasian will own a visa card but not a local like me.

So the poor local cannot enter the candy house. He must move around in stealth as he’s deemed too inferior to even rank among equals. If he wants to take pictures of the candy house, he can only do so around it and not inside it. In comparison, the Caucasian, because of his skin colour, can do anything in the candy house. He can even shit inside the candy house if he so pleases and the boy on duty will still praise his excretion as if it was the nicest smelling fragrance on earth. This really smacks of double standards and pissed me off. To him, white is the preferred skin colour. Just like visa is the preferred card widewide.

The candy house at Changi Airport’s Terminal 3

During the days of slavery and colonisation, I wouldn’t doubt a fact that the Westerners would have almost any arsenal in their inventory to make us kowtow to them in complete acquiesce.

The days of anglophile worship are long over. White supremacy no longer rules these days. For far too long, the West had imposed their management and thinking systems on the East. When Mahathir imposed capital controls on the ringgit during the Asian financial crisis in 1997, he was labelled as anti free market. But hey, look at what the West is doing now in the light of the financial market collapse on the other side of the globe. If they do it, it’s alright. If we do it, we will be labelled names. But do you think I care? Sorry, I don’t as the this is the time of the East. I read with much amuse at newspaper reports citing many ang mohs or orang putihsscrambling to the East in search of jobs after they got fired at Wall Street. These third rate Western bankers are coming to the East hoping to land cushy jobs at Shenton Way and earning first rate pay. Dream on!

I don’t know who trained the boy on duty in service quality but he was sorely lacking in it. It’s just a photo or two. I wasn’t even asking for his life but he acted as if I was. To all locals, the candy house is pretty but the boy on duty guarding it is nasty. You have been warned!

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