Wee Boon/Tom gives an insight into what its like as a Chinese man in a whitewashed country
I feel absolutely no remorse for being racist towards a white person. After all, considering the shit they’ve done to the rest of the world (Here’s a list):
• Apartheid in South Africa
• Classifying aboriginals as plants in Australia until the 70’s
• Feeding the imperial court of China opium so they could conquer them
• Waging war on middle-eastern states in the name of counter-terrorism when what they really want is oil
• Raping, plundering and basically sucking dry Africa and justifying their actions by saying “savages” cannot self-administer
• Forcing down our throats their economic theories. The same theories that got us into this big f**king mess we call the “sub-prime” crisis
• And the list goes on
The last thing you’d care about is your feelings…..
On a more micro-level, white supremacy still pervades our culture in a big way. Just take a good listen to our radio stations and you’ll probably hear some f**king poser in an Anglo-Saxon accent talking about how cool something we don’t really care about is….. and what about our girls?! Seriously, it’s gotten to a point where if you’re white, male and a loser, all you have to do is come to Malaysia and all your personal problems are over!
It’s hard for me to understand why most of us Malaysians revere them like Gods when all they all they really are are f**king retards! From my observations, they are f**king oblivious to the concept of being a guest in someone’s country. Personally, when I’m abroad on vacation I take pains to sensitize myself to the local customs and culture while being mindful of my behavior towards the locals. The opposite seems to ring true for the white man on vacation in Malaysia, He stays at the Hilton at KL Sentral, splurges 6 months worth of wages on renting a BMW convertible for a week, and has a hooker or two on tow, everywhere he goes. I was unlucky enough to encounter such a bastard on my way back from college a week ago when I was trying to enter a main road, I was quite a distance from his car when I decided to go into his lane but instead of slowing down, the faggot decided to speed further almost coming into contact with my car. He horns, cuts into the next lane and flashes me the finger much to the amusement of his kindergarten-educated hooker. If you think that was disgusting enough, you ain’t heard shit yet….
My brother Loong is studying over at Cardiff in Wales pursuing a law degree right now. Over the course of a month since he’s been there, he’s been having trouble adjusting to the culture, which can be hard since White people are only good at getting drunk and catching sexually-transmitted diseases. His homesickness was further compounded when he was placed in a hostel with 3 white girls with very difficult personalities. At first, they were nice enough to introduce themselves, because they probably figured that in any event where they might come home smashed, the one sober guy in the apartment would actually let their fat asses in. After a few days, the niceties stopped and every time they would have their meals together in the kitchen, totally ignoring my brother’s existence, that is until something goes wrong or missing at their place. It’s bad enough my brother has to do the washing up so that their place doesn’t get fined; now he gets accused of taking other people’s stuff. One of the girls actually went to my brother’s room knocked on his door and started making a big scene about her missing chopping board. My brother was of course pissed off when he found out later that the chopping board was found again, but in the hands of the other white girl living in the same apartment. Did she make a big scene this time…. No…….. Choosing instead to laugh it off with her over a glass of wine. If that doesn’t reek of racism I have no idea what does…
So bitch, if you are reading this (ever since Jimmy told me we have visitors as far as Timbuktu, nothing surprises me anymore), I’d suggest that you crawl back to that little hole in wherever the f**k u came out from before because obviously you need some f**king help! You’ve got some f**king nerve trying to impose your f**king imperialist rhetoric on my little brother and if it ain’t because u were a girl he’d probably slap your slutty fat-ass back to Surrey you f**king minger! My brother does not have to take shit for being responsible for his own life and he certainly doesn’t need to make any apologies for trying to be as stupid and condescending as you and your other friends are. This incident and a string of events in the past has taught me if anything that you and your f**king people are f**king idiots. F**k White People!
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Ink of the Brain
We at el blogos strive to bring you the best of every culture (thats rite amigo), and of course today is no different! our latest writer, mushfique hails from the exotic maldivian islands, where he seeks to present his insights on life, struggles with the idea of living large, and of ghost and children in his little poem. come, discover, and be amazed!
The Ink of the Brain When things fall apart -
because taking notice of the admonition would not have done much of a difference.
There are a million and one reasons why we should've never grown up.
Died young just to please the old.
There are a million and one ways things could've turned out.
That's the thing about plans - they never work.
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly.
So what's this then, I don't know what led to this.
We've all had moments like that with you - but looking back to that night,
something was set in motion right then and there.
The sky was set to fall, from the Great Heights;
so we didn't dare look up.
How can something that grand create something like this. It can't be true.
Those train-tracks go everywhere all at once and so it's hard to tell where it goes
or comes back from. So we don't know where the monastics came from or went to.
I guess I can't even see it changing any time soon,
but I hope someday it makes sense to me.
Was it the easy way out?
Whatever it was, it's a pretty huge leap, see where it is today.
In a few days, weeks, months or in a year, look where it's at now.
So what's this then? You always hear about these things.
And in that moment, it never strikes to you as - real.
See, your mind has a few things that it has decided for itself that can not happen EVER,
and that list remains invisible.
However high the logical possibility of that happening is irrelevant to your mind.
It is epithet commonly awarded to humans.
Like fire shattering burnt wood,
it blinds you with brightness when it actually does happen.
You still think you're right, but you're wrong. It's difficult to look straight at it,
so you work yourself into a distraction and look elsewhere.
Away from the light he attained and the light he lives in,
but for you, you feel weary under it's shadow.
And they did not gladden it.
Then the ghost of what-could've-been skulks through the curtains,
when you least expect it.
It would fain be known but it's a tressure trove you will never salvage.
And if that ghost spoke, it would tell stories, it would laugh together over TV, it would sing songs, play guitars, play drums, make documentaries, it would be the big boss at work, it would fight over the remote control all in one night.
We should've never undermined you, the center of our little universe,
You are sacrosanct.
If only you chose to spread that thought over and above the bread infront of you.
Maybe that ghost would be a reality.
God loves His children
and does his children love God
and does His children love his children.
The Ink of the Brain When things fall apart -
because taking notice of the admonition would not have done much of a difference.
There are a million and one reasons why we should've never grown up.
Died young just to please the old.
There are a million and one ways things could've turned out.
That's the thing about plans - they never work.
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly.
So what's this then, I don't know what led to this.
We've all had moments like that with you - but looking back to that night,
something was set in motion right then and there.
The sky was set to fall, from the Great Heights;
so we didn't dare look up.
How can something that grand create something like this. It can't be true.
Those train-tracks go everywhere all at once and so it's hard to tell where it goes
or comes back from. So we don't know where the monastics came from or went to.
I guess I can't even see it changing any time soon,
but I hope someday it makes sense to me.
Was it the easy way out?
Whatever it was, it's a pretty huge leap, see where it is today.
In a few days, weeks, months or in a year, look where it's at now.
So what's this then? You always hear about these things.
And in that moment, it never strikes to you as - real.
See, your mind has a few things that it has decided for itself that can not happen EVER,
and that list remains invisible.
However high the logical possibility of that happening is irrelevant to your mind.
It is epithet commonly awarded to humans.
Like fire shattering burnt wood,
it blinds you with brightness when it actually does happen.
You still think you're right, but you're wrong. It's difficult to look straight at it,
so you work yourself into a distraction and look elsewhere.
Away from the light he attained and the light he lives in,
but for you, you feel weary under it's shadow.
And they did not gladden it.
Then the ghost of what-could've-been skulks through the curtains,
when you least expect it.
It would fain be known but it's a tressure trove you will never salvage.
And if that ghost spoke, it would tell stories, it would laugh together over TV, it would sing songs, play guitars, play drums, make documentaries, it would be the big boss at work, it would fight over the remote control all in one night.
We should've never undermined you, the center of our little universe,
You are sacrosanct.
If only you chose to spread that thought over and above the bread infront of you.
Maybe that ghost would be a reality.
God loves His children
and does his children love God
and does His children love his children.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Why Blogs are for Whiny P*ssies
Fong Ka Men provides an insight into what she thinks of blogging and everything else in retrospect in a neurotic, unstructured and obscene rap-video like mouth off.
In my honest opinion, I honestly think so. Seriously, if u take a look at (ok, I was gonna say most blogs) but the blogs of the people that I associate myself with, they just talk about their stupid meaningless lives. Most of the time, it was about their day.
Like,
I bought this blab la bla today. Don’t you think it looks cool? My boyfriend said it was too expensive heeeheee *wink*
(man I ff-ing hate those “heee-heee’s” and “he-he’s”. Seriously, who cares about the expressions on your face at that time.
And then they put their irritating meaningless picture.
(Ok, I was looking for a picture of a handbag or some shoes but this is all I could get)
Or it would be something like this.
I had this at the mamak today for lunch cos my frens all sed they wanna yum cha maa. So cool hor… Doesn’t it look yummy? *drool*
(In case ur wondering, this was actually a ‘Pizza’ ordered at Spicy Kitchen (mamak), Kepong. It was honestly naan, ketchup, mayo and chicken bits)
So you get my drift right. Call me bitter and a hater la but seriously, why is it that ‘bloggers’ treat their blogs like some sort of window/diary to talk bout their shitty meaningless experiences or their shitty meaningless feelings.
For instance, I have this group of friends. Some are normal vain and the others are super vain. We call ourselves Evöus (cant be bothered to explain why cos this isn’t my blog and I’m just doing this as apparently my friends hate me cos I am some serial fongfeikei-er and I hope this buys me some brownie points with the contributors of this blogs who are my fongfeikei victims)
So Evöus right, consisting of the ‘normal vain ones’ and the ‘super vain ones’ who blog, are like “Hey, did u check out Wong, Lyn and Ade’s blog?” I’m so super disgusted because in my mind, only egomaniacs who seem to think that the world really cares bout every single detail bout their lives would set-up a blog. All this happened 2003ish, only Form 4 and these chicks were setting up blogs.
Wong’s blog was about what she ate, all her pictures she ever took with her boyfriend Shawn (seriously, ALL her photos that she thought she look good in: all her handphone photos, all her blinky big eyes ‘I’m-so-cute’ photos she took while she was bored in the car waiting for he boyfriend to get his cash from the ATM’… You get my drift. The content of her blog? Who she thought was hitting on her boyfriend, who was bitching about who, who was bitching bout her, who she thought was a bitch.
Lyn’s blog was just the same except she had some ‘major’ controversy ya’ll. Her then boyfriends’ ex-girlfriend posted some really mean shit on hers, so she posted some mean shit back on that ex’s blog, leading to some major bitch fest.
Then guess what – the exact same shit happened to Ade’s blog wei! With the ex and all except, of course this was Ade’s own boyfriends’ ex. Guess what they did. Because it had blown out of proportion, they recommended that I, ok ME, Ms. I Hate Blogs, go post some ‘back Ade up’ shit cos she was getting stomped on by all the other bitches who had combined forces with the enemies from Ade, Wong and Lyn’s blog.
Guess what I did…. I actually did it. Only because I love my gurlies at Evöus. And jeez, let me remind you that I had never seen any of the girls’ blogs. All the stuff that I know up there was cause they we’re talking bout all them “drama’s” so often kay.
So I went on the blog and went through all the ‘mean’ things that they had posted up bout Ade. Man, it was stupid shit like “she’s fat la, she’s a whore, her friends are bitches and they all think that they’re cool, and her bf’s just using her”. I felt so lame for putting up a fight for Ade in her Comments Column. They apparently stopped posting shit back. But seriously, I felt so, so ashamed.
Time went by, and I had totally cut that drama out of my system till today, I had to pull it all out for this article. Anyway, back to ‘time went by’, and I was with Su, one of the ‘normal vain’ and most un-pretentious member of Evöus, somewhere this year, and she said she found out Ade was still keeping a blog - five years later.
It was basically millions of pictures of her shopping expeditions and all her different ‘looks’ she transformed into. And the COOLEST part about it all is that she actually had a lot of hits and people actually followed her blog religiously!
The woman had fans!
She would interact with them (they commented on which way they liked her hair best) and actually ask questions like where she got her mascara from (yup, she took pictures of the mascara product she actually used). We all found it hilarious. These people out there, who only knew her through her blog, were actually concerned with which ‘look’ suited Ade better.
We (Su and I) checked her blog out and cracked-up when we saw all the above. All that happened in one day of her life. It was a really good laugh. Good times man…
Today, I am told about this blog. Set up by my very normal guy friends, who claim are the alter-ego of Evöus. Out of curiosity, because I know they are a sarcastically witty bunch, very articulate and observant, I decide to check it out. With the hype of it being new and all... Guess what I found. Two, bitching about their ‘so-called-friends’, and one, bitching about Mc D’s. As expected, it’s articulate, witty, well-structured, sarcastic and fun to read. Oh, and some pictures ‘experiences’ with Bapoks. But basically, the same shit, different format - A bunch of guys whining about their experiences.
Question is - Why am I joining in with this blog? I honestly feel that the only people who are will be reading this blog are the ones who have written for it, my friends, and friends of the writers. Not to mention that we all run in the same circles. But our target audience is basically ourselves, so who is going to advertise then? Help University College? Methodist High School? Or better yet, my boyfriend can advertise some of his apparently overpriced recreational green Mary-J’s.
Answer: It’s so I can finally say - I did it. I’m part of this culture. And to feel for myself what it’s all really about. It’s actually rewarding, in my own way, to practice my “freedom” of speech ma. Some say it’s therapeutic. Eh, not really. But I do feel proud of what I’ve typed so far because I hate typing. It’s funny how I’m doing this blog thing for my friends again ‘cos I lurrrve them, and Japanese Spongebob said I was funny…
But in this generation, blogging has grown out of proportion because I think we just mainly want to be heard, and we don’t care who’s listening. So I guess it’s good that I know exactly who this blog is going to be read by - my loves, my friends, the writers, and their friends. Which is a pretty good crowd I would say. A good crowd that actually matters to me. And a good target group for whatever I want to talk about. Much better than some unknown cyber fans in my opinion…
Don’t worry, I wont be posting about my shoes or my meals. I don’t even know if I’ll ever do this blog thing again.
But here’s to all who have read this blog and contributed - thanks for being there for me, letting me be a part of this and ultimately, being my friends and always listening to me.
Enough of this sappy shit… If u want some good laughs, check out Ade’s blog and post a comment for kicks! http://www.xanga.com/akasha_adz
In case you were wondering, she’s not retarded or some dumb blonde. Well actually, she’s kinda bimbonic, but, a genuine person who actually has a lot of sense, surprisingly; and has always been a good friend to me. Funnily enough, she’s bought soo much clothes and hasn’t had the chance to wear them that now she’s selling them off at her blog, they seem like pretty good buys actually.
Mwahs to all my fwens.
Ms. Rebellious Evöus
In my honest opinion, I honestly think so. Seriously, if u take a look at (ok, I was gonna say most blogs) but the blogs of the people that I associate myself with, they just talk about their stupid meaningless lives. Most of the time, it was about their day.
Like,
I bought this blab la bla today. Don’t you think it looks cool? My boyfriend said it was too expensive heeeheee *wink*
(man I ff-ing hate those “heee-heee’s” and “he-he’s”. Seriously, who cares about the expressions on your face at that time.
And then they put their irritating meaningless picture.
(Ok, I was looking for a picture of a handbag or some shoes but this is all I could get)
Or it would be something like this.
I had this at the mamak today for lunch cos my frens all sed they wanna yum cha maa. So cool hor… Doesn’t it look yummy? *drool*
(In case ur wondering, this was actually a ‘Pizza’ ordered at Spicy Kitchen (mamak), Kepong. It was honestly naan, ketchup, mayo and chicken bits)
So you get my drift right. Call me bitter and a hater la but seriously, why is it that ‘bloggers’ treat their blogs like some sort of window/diary to talk bout their shitty meaningless experiences or their shitty meaningless feelings.
For instance, I have this group of friends. Some are normal vain and the others are super vain. We call ourselves Evöus (cant be bothered to explain why cos this isn’t my blog and I’m just doing this as apparently my friends hate me cos I am some serial fongfeikei-er and I hope this buys me some brownie points with the contributors of this blogs who are my fongfeikei victims)
So Evöus right, consisting of the ‘normal vain ones’ and the ‘super vain ones’ who blog, are like “Hey, did u check out Wong, Lyn and Ade’s blog?” I’m so super disgusted because in my mind, only egomaniacs who seem to think that the world really cares bout every single detail bout their lives would set-up a blog. All this happened 2003ish, only Form 4 and these chicks were setting up blogs.
Wong’s blog was about what she ate, all her pictures she ever took with her boyfriend Shawn (seriously, ALL her photos that she thought she look good in: all her handphone photos, all her blinky big eyes ‘I’m-so-cute’ photos she took while she was bored in the car waiting for he boyfriend to get his cash from the ATM’… You get my drift. The content of her blog? Who she thought was hitting on her boyfriend, who was bitching about who, who was bitching bout her, who she thought was a bitch.
Lyn’s blog was just the same except she had some ‘major’ controversy ya’ll. Her then boyfriends’ ex-girlfriend posted some really mean shit on hers, so she posted some mean shit back on that ex’s blog, leading to some major bitch fest.
Then guess what – the exact same shit happened to Ade’s blog wei! With the ex and all except, of course this was Ade’s own boyfriends’ ex. Guess what they did. Because it had blown out of proportion, they recommended that I, ok ME, Ms. I Hate Blogs, go post some ‘back Ade up’ shit cos she was getting stomped on by all the other bitches who had combined forces with the enemies from Ade, Wong and Lyn’s blog.
Guess what I did…. I actually did it. Only because I love my gurlies at Evöus. And jeez, let me remind you that I had never seen any of the girls’ blogs. All the stuff that I know up there was cause they we’re talking bout all them “drama’s” so often kay.
So I went on the blog and went through all the ‘mean’ things that they had posted up bout Ade. Man, it was stupid shit like “she’s fat la, she’s a whore, her friends are bitches and they all think that they’re cool, and her bf’s just using her”. I felt so lame for putting up a fight for Ade in her Comments Column. They apparently stopped posting shit back. But seriously, I felt so, so ashamed.
Time went by, and I had totally cut that drama out of my system till today, I had to pull it all out for this article. Anyway, back to ‘time went by’, and I was with Su, one of the ‘normal vain’ and most un-pretentious member of Evöus, somewhere this year, and she said she found out Ade was still keeping a blog - five years later.
It was basically millions of pictures of her shopping expeditions and all her different ‘looks’ she transformed into. And the COOLEST part about it all is that she actually had a lot of hits and people actually followed her blog religiously!
The woman had fans!
She would interact with them (they commented on which way they liked her hair best) and actually ask questions like where she got her mascara from (yup, she took pictures of the mascara product she actually used). We all found it hilarious. These people out there, who only knew her through her blog, were actually concerned with which ‘look’ suited Ade better.
We (Su and I) checked her blog out and cracked-up when we saw all the above. All that happened in one day of her life. It was a really good laugh. Good times man…
Today, I am told about this blog. Set up by my very normal guy friends, who claim are the alter-ego of Evöus. Out of curiosity, because I know they are a sarcastically witty bunch, very articulate and observant, I decide to check it out. With the hype of it being new and all... Guess what I found. Two, bitching about their ‘so-called-friends’, and one, bitching about Mc D’s. As expected, it’s articulate, witty, well-structured, sarcastic and fun to read. Oh, and some pictures ‘experiences’ with Bapoks. But basically, the same shit, different format - A bunch of guys whining about their experiences.
Question is - Why am I joining in with this blog? I honestly feel that the only people who are will be reading this blog are the ones who have written for it, my friends, and friends of the writers. Not to mention that we all run in the same circles. But our target audience is basically ourselves, so who is going to advertise then? Help University College? Methodist High School? Or better yet, my boyfriend can advertise some of his apparently overpriced recreational green Mary-J’s.
Answer: It’s so I can finally say - I did it. I’m part of this culture. And to feel for myself what it’s all really about. It’s actually rewarding, in my own way, to practice my “freedom” of speech ma. Some say it’s therapeutic. Eh, not really. But I do feel proud of what I’ve typed so far because I hate typing. It’s funny how I’m doing this blog thing for my friends again ‘cos I lurrrve them, and Japanese Spongebob said I was funny…
But in this generation, blogging has grown out of proportion because I think we just mainly want to be heard, and we don’t care who’s listening. So I guess it’s good that I know exactly who this blog is going to be read by - my loves, my friends, the writers, and their friends. Which is a pretty good crowd I would say. A good crowd that actually matters to me. And a good target group for whatever I want to talk about. Much better than some unknown cyber fans in my opinion…
Don’t worry, I wont be posting about my shoes or my meals. I don’t even know if I’ll ever do this blog thing again.
But here’s to all who have read this blog and contributed - thanks for being there for me, letting me be a part of this and ultimately, being my friends and always listening to me.
Enough of this sappy shit… If u want some good laughs, check out Ade’s blog and post a comment for kicks! http://www.xanga.com/akasha_adz
In case you were wondering, she’s not retarded or some dumb blonde. Well actually, she’s kinda bimbonic, but, a genuine person who actually has a lot of sense, surprisingly; and has always been a good friend to me. Funnily enough, she’s bought soo much clothes and hasn’t had the chance to wear them that now she’s selling them off at her blog, they seem like pretty good buys actually.
Mwahs to all my fwens.
Ms. Rebellious Evöus
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