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Insignificant people can actually make the greatest impact. I just witnessed a few days ago, a bangladeshi worker giving up his seat to a granny. they exchanged smiles, but i felt people's eyes falling on him. And, his look became shame. not the kind of pride you get when you did something right. but shame, for who he is even if he did a good deed.

I just can't seem to find the root of the cause of the stereotype of bangladeshi workers.

have they actually done something in Singapore to make us feel a need to repel?

but what i see daily on the headlines of papers and news, are Singaporeans committing murder, and all sorts of crimes.

Never have i seen a bangladeshi breaking singapore laws. Or else, pardon me for my little exposure to the current affairs and news.

Is this Elizabethan age when people stereotype black to evil and devil?

Does skin color really matters so much?

They came here in a hope for a better Home for their families.

They know what they are doing, and they know what they should not do. (unlike Singaporeans)

They are humble, and kept to themselves everything.

They are not allowed to cry or complain or take leave, because time and reality doesn't allow these.

They do all they can to please, but they will never look straight into our eyes for fear of judgement.

When will Singaporeans ever wake up from their oh-i-am-soo-high-class-i-earn-100-times-more-than-you illusion?

The fact is, they may be insignificant to you.

but they make the most impact.

Would there be iOn, IR, and all the roads that you are driving your flashy cars on without these people who work hard and toil regardless of sun & rain?

to all Serangoon Garden residents who signed the petition against the bangladeshi worker dormitories, wake up. You can't even have anything over your head if not for these workers.

They are not slaves, they are human.

Humanity needs to be reviewed among these constant wars against money, fame, and pride.

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I just got so agitated that day when i witnessed it.

and i had to let it out.

my ulcer is hurting like madness i wish i could chop my mouth though it meant i can't talk which actually means alot to me.

after shopping for a skin for an hour, i finally found a normal one.

and i am extremely proud to have found lim hua hui's blog. though i know she is secretly trying to hide her open blog.

:D