"So are you really Singaporean?"
I have been asked that question quite a lot of times. I sometimes wonder why it even pops up. I dress like most adult Singaporeans - non-descript office wear. I take the bus and MRT and even swear in a blend of Hokkien-Singlish.
So I get really confused whenever that question pops up and I offer to show my pink IC as proof.
And no... I have never been overseas for an extended period for the purposes of getting a piece of paper that says I am now eligible for some types of white-collar jobs. Like about 70% of my fellow-countrymen, I have spent at least 10 years in that school system that critics say kill off any semblence of independence and creative thought.
The only possible difference I can identify between myself and the ubiquitous shirted guy who walks down Shenton Way wondering if he will get his bonus or not, is that I practice magic and actively pursue the knowledge of Hermes Trismegistus. However, I don't see how it's possible for anyone to figure THAT out since I don't walk around wearing a large, visible medallion with a caduceus engraved on it.
And that's the whole problem with being in Singapore. If there are any practitioners or believers of magic in this country, they are harder to find than a needle in the... well you know what I mean. From what I understand, most people who engage in some kind of occult practice are not willing to admit that they are doing it. (I can understand why the element of "shyness" exists) So, I decided to start this blog hoping that I'll be able to meet like minded individuals. But if that doesn't happen, at least it can function as a space for me to air my views. I mean, being a magus in this country is a pretty lonely thing... sigh
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