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Actually if you look through Blowing Wind archive files from 8 years ago you will discover that there was still some standard in the english posts to be found there compare to recent years where the clown open the flood gate to all and sundry in the region... Anyway TS forte lies in Chinese writing, his posts are beautifully well express in Chinese.

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NEUROHACKS| 30 July 2013 How the ouija board really moves http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20130729-what-makes-the-ouija-board-move The mystery isn’t a connection to the spirit world, but why we can make movements and yet not realise that we're making them. A scientific experiment has found that two mediums were unable to demonstrate that they had special psychic powers. Ouija board cups and dowsing wands – just two examples of mystical items that seem to move of their own accord, when they are really being moved by the people holding them. The only mystery is not one of a connection to the spirit world, but of why we can make movements and yet not realise that we're making them. The phenomenon is called the ideomotor effect and you can witness it yourself if you hang a small weight like a button or a ring from a string (ideally more than a foot long). Hold the end of the string with your arm out in front of you, so the weight hangs down freely. Try to hold your arm completely still. The weight will start to swing clockwise or anticlockwise in small circles. Do not start this motion yourself. Instead, just ask yourself a question – any question – and say that the weight will swing clockwise to answer "Yes" and anticlockwise for "No". Hold this thought in mind, and soon, even though you are trying not to make any motion, the weight will start to swing in answer to your question. Magic? Only the ordinary everyday magic of consciousness. There's no supernatural force at work, just tiny movements you are making without realising. The string allows these movements to be exaggerated, the inertia of the weight allows them to be conserved and built on until they form a regular swinging motion. The effect is known as Chevreul's Pendulum, after the 19th Century French scientist who investigated it. What is happening with Chevreul's Pendulum is that you are witnessing a movement (of the weight) without "owning" that movement as being caused by you. The same basic phenomenon underlies dowsing – where small movements of the hands cause the dowsing wand to swing wildly – or the Ouija board, where multiple people hold a cup and it seems to move of its own accord to answer questions by spelling out letters. This effect also underlies the sad case of "facilitated communication", a fad whereby carers believed they could help severely disabled children communicate by guiding their fingers around a keyboard. Research showed that the carers – completely innocently – were typing the messages themselves, rather than interpreting movements from their charges. The interesting thing about the phenomenon is what it says about the mind. That we can make movements that we don't realise we're making suggests that we shouldn't be so confident in our other judgements about what movements we think are ours. Sure enough, in the right circumstances, you can get people to believe they have caused things that actually come from a completely independent source (something which shouldn't surprise anyone who has reflected on the madness of people who claim that it only started raining because they forget an umbrella). You can read what this means for the nature of our minds in The Illusion of Conscious Will by psychologist Daniel Wegner, who sadly died last month. Wegner argued that our normal sense of owning an action is an illusion, or – if you will – a construction. The mental processes which directly control our movements are not connected to the same processes which figure out what caused what, he claimed. The situation is not that of a mental command-and-control structure like a disciplined army; whereby a general issues orders to the troops, they carry out the order and the general gets back a report saying "Sir! We did it. The right hand is moving into action!". The situation is more akin to an organised collective, claims Wegner: the general can issue orders, and watch what happens, but he's never sure exactly what caused what. Instead, just like with other people, our consciousness (the general in this metaphor) has to apply some principles to figure out when a movement is one we've made. One of these principles is that cause has to be consistent with effect. If you think "I'll move my hand" and your hand moves, you're likely to automatically get the feeling that the movement was one you made. The principle is broken when the thought is different from the effect, such as with Chevreul's Pendulum. If you think "I'm not moving my hand", you are less inclined to connect any small movements you make with such large visual effects. This maybe explains why kids can shout "It wasn't me!" after breaking something in plain sight. They thought to themselves "I'll just give this a little push", and when it falls off the table and breaks it doesn't feel like something they did.

OKAY. Hi people, I am the organiser for the BBQ-cum-Drinking event happening on 17th August 2013 (Saturday). Do come down and join us for a chit-chat, games, eating and drinking session in a non-sexual manner, also a chance for you to get to know people of your generation and age range. (Disclaimer: I do not forbid sexual activities though.) There will be about 15-20 people attending this event and of which, about 5 or more are newcomers, so treat this as a non-aggressive (I cannot confirm) way to get to know new friends. Here are the details for the BBQ, some still not set in stone so wait for further updates, but do note that YOU NEED TO CONFIRM YOUR ATTENDANCE BY AUGUST 10 for the sake of food and drinks quantity and event planning. THANKS A LOT. Date: 17th August 2013 (Saturday) Location: Pasir Ris Park, Area 2, Pit 24 Time: Tentatively 4pm till late/next day. Meeting Plan: Tentatively meeting at Pasir Ris MRT to go together, latercomers will need to contact me or any attendees you know. Cost: Tentatively $20-25 Events before BBQ might probably include playing by the beach, chatting, getting to know each other, playing cards; after BBQ might include drinking, talking, games and so on. Do feel free to suggest activities, don't feel too bored or left out if no one talks to you, join various people for chats find common interests, drink if it helps, get drunk if you want people to remember you (the bad way). Okay, see you guys for the BBQ event! Do try to go to the other earlier events to get to know people first! <:

Why shd we care if anyone is mixed blood or not?

Wha lao, got chin chow never share

Ahhh... one topic at lunch today.... The other.... (ok, this was texted over after, but still....) Hahahaha. And just for you Phil, Gripens, courtesy of the SAAF

30 years ago yesterday, we met just outside the old CK Tang and then went for dinner at Mayflower. Yesterday we had our 30th anniversary dinner with families and friends! Both of us are Malaysians and though we both left in the early 1990's, we went back on some of our anniversaries and walked to same area of the present CK Tang building! This year, we cannot make it but will hopefully be there for our 31st! :-)

IMPOSSIBLE! That would mean that spirits don't exists and/or they don't interact with us! OH NOES, MY WORLD MY BELIEFS ARE CRUSSSSSHED!

yup pretty normal... i guess depends on individual, i tend to shoot quite a lot especially after two days of no jerking... drenching my entire torso area... quite a hassle to clean up lol

Love yourself first before loving others. I was like you when I broke up for the first time. The magnitude of the pain and heartbreak was beyond what I could normally handle, I felt so bruised and raw. On top of that, it was the festive season and I was not in the mood of celebrating. But slowly you learn to forget about him, forget about it, close that chapter in your life, and move on. You don't think you can start dating again right now? Sure, don't force yourself to do it. You want to wallow in your emotions? Go right on ahead. But remember that eventually, it has all got to stop, and you have to pick yourself up and continue again. They say that you should give yourself half the time that you were together with your ex as part of your grieving process. After that, it's movin' on time. All of us have been through the same things as you did, so you are not alone. Sharing with us is a bold step, and one that will guide you towards a new chapter, a new boy (or boys), and what have you. Be strong!

I bet non of the above guys are gay lor. don't see hot guys 就 suka suka post up their pictures leh. control urself people and READ the topic first. well, I do know of a true mix blood guy irl and he is on this forum as well..

Saw another guy in the next cubicle doing the same thing

me 4 and once had sex with non-colleague in the office toilet

Expensive ones would be Lawry's , but I only tried that once years ago . But those of us poorer folks can opt for Outback Steakhouse . Actually cannot really throw away coffeeshop choices since some can be pretty good .

R.E.S.P.E.C.T. ()

They can try bashing me. Whenever I go to places that require me to verify my age with some form of identification people jaws drop. All uncle should strive to upkeep their health and youth so that next time you guys meet a disrespectful young fucktard you can give him a middle finger.

hv not tried personally those on utopia, but a fellow fren had, so i don think i'd do it. so, yes the tel nos. are real altho the pics may differ fr the real person, so if u aren't super choosy abt the person,... so thats #1. #2, plse be sure to settle transaction amt before engaging. there is a charge for the massage and a separate charge for doing it (and the "it" has separate charges depending on wat u want). so unfortunately, dis was not discussed and after the act - my fren was asked to pay separately which was about another SGD300. and when my fren decided not to pay cos he thot it was already included in the massage - the money boy casually mentioned dat dis is the street price and if he was not happy - he can go ahead and ask the reception downstairs. so #3, looks like they r pros and know u will not want to be embarassed. so net-net: if u do intend to engage them, be sure to settle wat u wanna do and for wat amt first. it is a biz transaction. on a related note, i hv been to the gay bars along huaihai road to check out the local scene and there is a bevy of money boys who are rather direct, so u can also try yr luck there. i hv not engaged any of the boys, but again i wld imagine that the same logic applies: settle all discussions per a biz transaction before u do anything. hope this helps.

Haha. I'll have to stick to my regular victims then....

Joke: Will You Watch? An elderly couple went to the doctor's office. The doctor asked, "What can I do for you?" The man said, "Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?" The doctor looked puzzled but agreed. When the couple had finished, the doctor said, "There is nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse." And he charged them $20. This happened several weeks in a row. The couple would make an appointment, have intercourse, pay the doctor, and leave. Finally the doctor asked, "Just exactly what are you trying to find out?" The old man said, "We're not trying to find out anything. She is married and we can't go to her house. I am married and we can't go to my house. Holiday Inn charges $32. The Hilton charges $37. We do it here for $20 and I get $18 back from Medicare for a visit to the doctor's office."

I think it's beyond the gay community; it happens almost anywhere. The problem lies with only one factor - human. In most situations / environment - things are not as complicated as it seems, but its human who make things difficult (for others), thus resulting in defensive reaction. Just be yourself, and be wise.

Hiii all.. If you want to go to batam and need friend or you feel tired and massage you can call me.. My email j_nathan37@yahoo.co.id Wechat joenathan93 No phone +6285355472217

The main question is.... what size r u wearing. The best way u can do with it is pack it and leave it on the area of your void deck where people put their bulky items to recycle. Homeless people / construction workers / hoarders will ransack the area frequently and your underwears will be gone in no time. However, i do know of an association that collect used underwears to donate to the poor. Cos other countries people r starving and have war and stuff and lack of access to basic necessities. Why dont u sign up as a member and post your stuff in the personals folder and people can contact u from there without being risked of getting banned for doing it in the main forum.

Jeanette Aw will win Best Actress this year for Zhao Fei'er, confirmed. Other Best Actress nominees Chen Liping Rui En Rebecca Lim

Joke: Don't Disgrace your Family There was a virgin that was going out on a date for the first time and she told her grandmother about it. Her grandmother says, "Sit here and let me tell you about those young boys. "He is going to try to kiss you; you are going to like that, but don't let him do that." She continued, "He is going to try to feel your breast; you are going to like that, but don't let him do that. He is going to try to put his hand between your legs; you are going to like that, but don't let him do that. Then the grandmother said, "But, most importantly, he is going to try to get on top of you and have his way with you. You are going to like that, but don't let him do that. It will disgrace the family." With that bit of advice in mind, the granddaughter went on her date and could not wait to tell her grandmother about it. The next day she told her grandmother that her date went just as the old lady said. She said, "Grandmother, I didn't let him disgrace the family. When he tried, I turned him over, got on top of him and disgraced his family."

Joke: A Father's Last Request A husband and wife had four boys. The odd part of it was that the older three had red hair, light skin, and were tall, while the youngest son had black hair, dark eyes, and was short. The father eventually took ill and was lying on his deathbed when he turned to his wife and said, "Honey, before I die, be totally honest with me - is our youngest son my child?" The wife replied, "I swear on everything that's holy that he is your son." With that the husband passed away. The wife then muttered, "Thank God he didn't ask about the other three."

It's partly ego and the feeling of superiority. Being bitchy is very easy... Being kind is more difficult, but not impossible. After a while, one should know the type of environment one wishes to live in.

Yes indeed, Internationale Superstar Dance Diva Sun ho is so popular, i heard the Singapore Turf Club is endorsing her as their new spokesperson ... and mascot

Hey guys, the past couple of weeks have been super busy! Sorry for the lack of updates. I know my chapter is technically an hour late, but I tried my best to get it out in time! I hope you guys will enjoy the latest installment! 8. Escapism. Matt stared at the orange icon on his phone. He took a deep breath and touched the icon with a shaky finger. Clicking through the terms of agreement, he created his profile using a pseudonym and set a picture of kitten as his profile picture. Despite being safe behind the veil of online anonymity, his palms were clammy with an unknown sense of nervousness. The screen faded to black as the homepage initialized. His eye bulged as the profile icons loaded one after another and pictures of men in various stages of undress filled his screen. With trembling fingers, he scrolled through the images and soon, an icon caught his eye. He tapped on it and the picture of a stunning man filled his screen. Strong facial features with a hint of stubble reminded him of models from cologne advertisements, his rugged appearance oozing sex appeal. The self-introduction written on the page seemed inviting enough, asking guys to “hit him up”. Taking a breath, Matt attempted to strike a conversation by saying ‘hi’. He stared at the screen, refreshing repeatedly while awaiting a reply. After a few minutes of utter silence from the other end, he gave up waiting and set his phone down and turned his attention to the computer. Just as he switched the machine on, the phone vibrated. A shot of adrenaline coursed through his bloodstream as he grabbed the phone off the table in a swift motion, anxious to continue the exchange with the hot stranger. The reply that greeted him was nothing short of anti-climactic. A curt “not interested” left a rather acrid taste in his throat. Although he had not expected to be treated like godsend, getting gunned down that quickly on this first try was a massive disappointment. The rest of the night was just as disappointing. His messages were mostly ignored and the only people willing to initiate conversations with him seemed to all end up revealing themselves as horny creeps. Even that kind of attention got uncomfortable after a while. He sighed, regretting his decision to download this application. Realising that he was betrayed by his best friend and rejected by his crush was bad enough; finding out that he could not rouse the interest of other men was simply depressing. He stuffed his phone under the pillow and decided to call it a night. He was not getting anywhere with this. -- The day in school felt like an annoying game of hide-and-seek. He tried to avoid Dylan, Liz and Darren as much as he could outside classes, but they seemed to be everywhere. The tension was palpable whenever they crossed paths, intentionally, on their part, of course. They tried to talk, explain and weasel their way out of this mess but he would not let them. At first, the pain and remorse on their faces did make him rethink his stance of avoidance, and for a split-second he considered listening to their explanations. As he continued looking at Dylan, the only thoughts that surfaced were the feelings of betrayal and the emotional turmoil they caused. The constant refusal to engage in conversation did not seem to stop the attempts, but with every rejection, he could see their courage and willpower slowly draining away. As the day progressed, the greetings became more tentative and they approached him with less urgency – it seemed like they were finally starting to give up trying to spin stories to explain their treachery. In any case, it appeared that Darren had replaced him in the trio – not that he cared anymore. He had effectively been left out to fend for himself, with one of his best friends dating his crush and the other keeping such a huge secret from him. -- The bell for dismissal rang and the class started getting restless and the teacher tried to wrap the lesson up while they were still pretending to pay attention. Matt eyed his surroundings, trying to spy on the traitors. He had to figure out how he can slip away without being cornered by the three of them. Until now, he had literally been saved by the bell multiple times, using the start of lessons as an excuse to avoid prolonged confrontation. Although his cold treatment seemed to have doused their enthusiasm, he was not sure if he could maintain the steely exterior if they cornered him and forced him to talk. He hated to think about how he would crumble under their collective pressure. The mere thought of succumbing to their words and excuses made him feel shameful for being weak. He knew he would cry. He would get emotional. He would lose his edge. Despite the rage burning within him, he knew that there were just some people he could never stay angry at – yet showing signs of weakness now would make him more pathetic than he already was. Determined to get out of school without contact with the trio, he grabbed his bag and rushed out of class the moment they were dismissed. He heard them call after him. He heard the shuffling of feet. He heard a yelp. It came from Liz. Maybe she fell. Maybe she knocked against something. He did not care. Rather, he could not. He needed to get the hell out of this place before they manage to convince him that everything was alright. One thing he could not understand – why they even bother trying to mend things. The secret is out, and Dylan has Darren, Liz has Claire; he was the only one alone. If they wanted to keep him in the dark, they should be even happier now that he is staying away, at least they need not tell elaborate stories to cover their tracks anymore. Running out of the building, he gazed back and was relieved to see no one trailing behind. Maybe they stopped to take care of Liz. He slowed down into a brisk walk, still desperate to get home as soon as he could. He stopped short after turning round the corner. Right in front of him stood Darren, chest heaving and taking heavy breaths. He must have run out the back gate and around the school to intercept him. A myriad of thoughts ran through Matt’s mind, but only one was coherent. ‘Gosh, he still looks so gorgeous. How can I stay mad at him?’ He turned, attempting to get away from the scene and a potential meltdown. “Matt, wait!” Darren called. Like a puppet, he did as he was told and stopped in his tracks. He cursed the power Darren held over him. “Haven’t you read our messages? We are all worried for you!” The concern was evident in Darren’s voice, still thick with the sudden exertion trying to catch up with him. “I can’t deal with this now. Leave me alone. Please.” Matt pleaded, his resolution starting to crumble. He could not even turn his head around to face Darren. He would rather not make a fool out of himself by spiralling out of control in front of someone he still liked. He could at least keep that shred of dignity. “Fine. Just promise me you will read all our messages. We’ll give you time to work it out. We love you. I love you.” Matt was not sure if he heard the last bit correctly. He took off before his brain could register what Darren said. It was exhausting enough trying to keep his composure. -- “Hey, you doing good? Haven’t seen you online in a while.” Matt switched tabs on his browser and saw the message from “D-And”. “Yeah, I’ve been good. Everything is good. School’s good too. Enough about me, how have you been?” He tried to keep the answer as vague as he could. He was not sure if he wanted to bring up the whole fiasco. “D-And” was more astute than Matt gave him credit for. “Hmm, something seems off; something’s troubling you, isn’t it? Is it that crush?” After futile attempts trying to convince “D-And” that nothing was wrong, he relented and admitted that he was having problems with this friends. Despite the pain of reliving his humiliation, he found some consolation in sharing his woes with someone else, someone who would side him. He even mentioned his bad luck when it came to Grindr. “You know, you might have over-analysed your friends’ actions this time round. I think you ought to give them a chance to explain. Also, I think most guys on Grindr only care about looks. That place isn’t good for you. It’s a meat market.” Matt was peeved. First, he sides with the traitors. Then, he has the audacity to insinuate that Matt would not survive in a ‘meat market’. “I’m sure I can take care of myself man. It’s already so obvious that they are ganging up on me. Why should I bother hearing more of their lies?” “Hey, just trust me alright? Give them and yourself a chance to trash things out. Grindr is full of creeps, you should know by now. Weren’t you bothered by some of them last night? Can you imagine if you were to actually meet them in real life? They might take advantage of you.” “D-And” was starting to sound like a nagging mother. Matt did not want to lose his temper and start an argument with him either. He excused himself promptly and jumped onto his bed, frustrated. He considered the advice and looked at his phone. The number on the messages icon reminded him that there were things he should read, messages that could explain why he was so cruelly betrayed, but he just could not bring himself to open them. His finger reached for the icon but shrunk back immediately. The thought of the truth scared him more than having to avoid the trio for the rest of the school year. The Grindr icon lurked at the bottom corner of the screen, as though taunting him to prove “D-And” and his worries wrong. Defiance took control and he tapped on the icon to open the application. Only this time, he replaced the picture of the kitten with an actual picture of himself. ‘Go all out or don’t bother trying,’ he thought. He started scrolling through the pictures of men around him, still uncertain because of the cold treatment he had received last night. Before he could initiate a chat, a notification popped up on one of the profiles. It was one of the guys he messaged last night and was ignored by. “Hey, didn’t see your message last night. You’re cute.” Matt smirked. So he was not that repulsive after all. He tapped on the onscreen keyboard and sent a message back, complete with a flirty emoticon. --

Golf Joke: Only a Golfer A golf pro passes away and is standing in line at the pearly gates. Impatient and self serving, he skips line and heads right for St. Peter. Explaining to St. Peter that he is a professional golfer and deserves better than waiting in line like others, he demands to be admitted to heaven. St. Peter replies that there are no favouritism in heaven and that he must wait in line as the others. Grudgingly, the pro heads toward the back of the line to wait his turn. Just as he reaches the back of the line, he notices a gentleman, dressed similarly and carrying a putter, approach St. Peter. St. Peter nods and allows the fellow to walk through the gates into heaven. The golf pro, not believing his eyes, storms up to St. Peter demanding an explanation: "I'm a scratch golfer and have been for 20 years, and have been denied immediate entry to heaven, yet you let that weekend golfer walk right in." "Oh, that guy," replies St. Peter. "That's the Almighty. He only thinks he's a golfer."

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Do you know who is Cam Gigandet? The smoldering eyes, the hot body! Have you seen Burlesque? Go catch it! I must be honest and say that Christina Aguilera didn't do a thing for me in that movie, but oh wow that Cam fella sure did! There is this scene with the pajamas and box of cookies, he will steal your heart away, I guarantee you will be SWOONING after watching it!

White men are over rated la... You should see other types, like Brazilians, nice smooth bodies and big cocks :thumb:

QUOTE (Naughty historian. @ Dec 9 2008, 08:55 PM) I would like to point out some factual errors in your post and at the same time share some thoughts about Babas. BABA or PEranakan is a catch all term because baba can be descended from any of the prominent Chinese dialect groups in this part of the world. they are baba because they have ancestors who married a local non muslim malay looking local ladies. You are rite to note that Peranakan is a generic term used to depict Straits-born chinese. And that it is not restricted to any specific dialect group. For that matter, there are Baba Hokkien, Baba Teochew, and so on. But I would like to also point out that being simply married to a "local non muslim malay looking local ladies" does not qualify one to be called Baba/ Peranakan. You are being too superficial if you use this as the key definition of Peranakan/ Baba. The Peranakan has over time, developed their own culture, cuisine, language, fashion and so on. It is also not correct for you to refer to Babas as offsprings of chinese who marry "muslim malay looking local ladies". Being Baba has nothing to do with Islam or marrying Muslims. If that is true, then all Babas would have been muslims considering babies borned into Muslim families are automatically accepted into the religion at birth. If I recall my history correctly, when the first few generations of Chinese migrated to the Malay peninsula, Islam has yet become a major religion in the region. (afternote - comments added on 13 dec 6:38pm: some one has highlighted that I have missed out on the word "non" in the original post. Do regret that part. Pse ignore those areas that I have underlined. I stand corrected. Cheers!) Heck I know BABAs who have Indian, Ceylonese, European , even African blood. Quite true. And this applies to many non-Babas too. So not sure what your point is. So we can say the BABAS are the original Chap Cheng (mixed blood people ). Which they hate you if you call them that. Two points here - The term Chap Cheng carries a derogatory slant and you have shown disrespect to Peranakans as a community. You sound like a Chinese elitist (assuming you are Chinese) here. Objectively, mixed blood people are common all over the world. And this does not just apply to Peranakans. Some ancient examples one can think of include the cross marriages between the Aryan race from Europe with many other races in Asia as they migrate and conquer Asia many centuries BC. And so I think you have to think very hard before you use such a derogatory term on the Peranakans. Secondly, the idea of mixed blood is not so clear cut. To what degree of purity must one look at before he defines someone cross-blood? This again is not so simple and simplistic as you have put it. A purist will even consider any offspring of marriages between individuals of different dialect groups as mixed blood for example, marriages between Hokkien-Teochew, Teochew-Hakka, etc etc etc. Closer to us, we also see examples of Eurasians, Chitties, and so on and many of these mixed blood offsprings arose from inter-dialect/ inter-racial marriages. Babas have disdain for local Chinese people or even the old China because China was closed to the world and it was considered backwards. Not sure if this can be purely attributed to Babas. Looking at the wave of migrations of Chinese to S E Asia, after the major migration in the 15/16th Century where Chinese maritime powers were at its peak, the next major migration occurred during the late-19th/ early-20th Century during the tumultuous years towards the end of the Qing Dynasty. Naturally, many localised Chinese (Babas and non-Babas alike) tend to see new migrants as different from them. It is no different from Singaporeans today - just look at how Singaporean Chinese are looking and treating new China Chinese migrants and you have an immediate example. So, my point is - it is not a Baba thing. It is a locals vs new migrant thing. GOOd On YER Babas, they moved forward economically because they dealt with the colonial powers to be and were given all sorts of business concessions that were not given to Chinese business men.Babas were very ting hua to the British, well ,they well rewarded after that, seem s a fair transaction to me. You sentence carries a strong contempt for Babas and my view is that your bias has clouded you from the facts. Babas and many localised chinese had been able to strike good relations with the British as they have no/ less historical baggage with China in the form of blood relations. The new Chinese migrants, whose loyalty lies with China and not Malaya, would sent their monies back to China to support the anti-Japanese movements in China (esp after Japan invaded Manchuria). So, by giving business opportunities to new migrants, they will end up seeing their investments being indirectly channeled to China and this make no economic sense to them locally. For me, I am a third generation Singaporean of both pure Baba and pure Hokkien blood descent. I do not pledge my allegiance to China and I do not see any of my Baba relatives as any different from other Chinese Singaporeans. I read history in context and there are many lessons that we can lessons learn from it. What I also recognise is that many of us share a common migrant history and that each community has its own distinct culture, beauty and strength. And so, rather than looking at the negatives, I see many positives and I see strength in being diverse. No one race or religion is above another. As such, I take issues with some of your terms and the slant that you have chosen about Babas in your post, which I felt has been marred by many prejudices. Rgds.