Went to dinner with G and her boyfriend at Burma Superstar.

While waiting for table, heard an undoubtedly Singaporean accent in the house. Turned around to see well manicured, groomed, typically skinny and flat chested Singaporean girl with huge rock on her ring finger, chatting on cell phone. She was apparently trying to tell her boyfriend that she had arrived at restaurant already. He appeared 2 minutes later, all cheery and even more typically Singaporean and worse still yuppie. Then began expounding on Akerlof's Lemon Theory to brag to girlfriend about how he managed to use that theory to solve problem at work.

I tried hard not to gag or roll eyes. Also put on very American accent when talking to friends so I would not be associated with them. Could not decide why I was so annoyed, but think that it's probably cos they remind me so much of who I am not and how estranged I am from other young Singaporeans my age.

I most certainly do not appreciate the Singaporean male simply because of his egocentric ways, and possibly also cos I can barely be turned on by his physique and manner of speech (sorry, but the accent does not do it for me at all). I care not for new lexus or mercedes c-class, unless of course yours truly won it in a lottery or something, nor do I care for the latest stock price. I simply cannot stand some Singaporean women for being ever so self righteous and risk averse and always choosing the route that seems ever so fail safe, such as a stable man with a lexus. But mostly, I think it's their Kate Moss figures and petite size (I seem to be infinitely taller by just being 5'5") that make me feel most threatened.

And yet I too, like the annoying ones today at the restaurant, was born and raised there, ate the same food, fed the same propaganda and possibly even went to the same schools. How did this apple fall so far from the tree? I don't know.