Fish Out Of Water

ikan masin. saje je.

There is something I want to bitch about.
More so than usual.
It's this thing that I've noticed sedang menular di kalangan rakyat malaysia and all that dire stuff.


It's the love of white skin.
Serious.
Have you ever noticed some people like to show off how many mat salleh friends they have? Like it makes them superior to everyone else? And even better for them if they have white relatives?
Yeah, serious.
I knew a guy who used to bring up his relatives in germany, oh, every week. And his friends overseas everyfuckingday.
Oh for god's sake. They are there and you are here. And you are most ceratinly not white OR eurasian by proxy dude.

And it is ONLY white people. As in, white coloured people. If you know a black south african, I noticed nobody makes a big deal about it. But if you know a blonde south african, it's like, oh Jimmy this and Jimmy that and post countless unreplied messages on Jimmy's wall just to prove that you know Jimmy. On facebook.

Because obviously everyone you add on facebook are your most intimate friends.

Yeah, you can speak english. Good for you lah. Now you are superior to most of the Malaysian population. Oh, and you have white friends who can't pronounce your name properly. No doubt you are most definitely superior to all of the population now.
There's nothing wrong with having caucasian friends or relatives.
It's bizarre if you have them, and then don't shut up about them.
It's also bizarre when you start trying to talk like them. And act like them.

And I hate it that even our lecturers are jumping on this neo-colonialist-asthetist bandwagon bullshit. You know, there are other students in your class besides the two blondies from sweden.
There are also the local students and the exchange students from China. Like wtf. You never find asian exchange students getting excess attention.
Probably because they are asian, and subscribe to the asian body image template.

Have some pride lor. We didn't get our bloody independence just so the recent generations can go back to grovelling at the boots of former colonial masters.
I mean, yeah, I love me some Irish accent anytime, and Cajun is just the bomb.
(okay, cajun not really white. but, it's from america and it's very hot. remember, watch disney's the frog princess when it comes out this year).
But they're just people too.



Um, okaylor.
I've run out of steam.
Also my best friend just pointed out to me that even if I didn't like the attitude of my fellow asians who chose to patheticise themselves by putting down their own, there's nothing I can do about it. Except bitchlah of course.

Anyway. I'm hungry now. Need some Mars Bars.
Or mashed potatoes.
Homemade mashed potatoes with lots of butter, and the little bits still in it, with lashings (hahaha. isnt that a weird cook-y word. sounds BDSM) of milk..gaaakarrgh...salivatory glands...droooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolaaaaaaaagghhak