Dots and Splotches
As dictated by Faranza Syns
I just had the greatest disillusionment ever.
Persimmons are so not preeeeety.
And according to Mama, in Malay, it's called Pisang Kaki or Kaki Pisang or something. Talk about a romance gone wrong. The name just turns me right off.
Oh, my illusions, my beautiful illusions.
Thus, to erase the images of not-so-pretty persimmons that I have seen with my own two eyes, I have Googled (ooh, my best friend, eh Tarr?) for a prettier picture of persimmons.
Voila.
AAARRGHH! They look like friggin' to-mah-toes!!
Persimmons are so not preeeeety.
And according to Mama, in Malay, it's called Pisang Kaki or Kaki Pisang or something. Talk about a romance gone wrong. The name just turns me right off.
Oh, my illusions, my beautiful illusions.
Thus, to erase the images of not-so-pretty persimmons that I have seen with my own two eyes, I have Googled (ooh, my best friend, eh Tarr?) for a prettier picture of persimmons.
Voila.
AAARRGHH! They look like friggin' to-mah-toes!!
But then, when you cut it, it looks slightly more de-lish than before.
Ooh, my heart.
Ooh, my heart.
Don't worry. It still tastes wonderful. And it's prettier than the one I've seen with my traumatised eyes, so do not be misguided so as to save yourself from disillusionment.
God, I'm a pretty protected girl, aren't I? I don't even know how persimmons look like until recently. Haha. But then again, the furthest I've travelled is to Thailand (and yes, I saw the streets lined with porno DVD stalls) and that was a road trip.
I haven't been on a plane, except when I was really small, so go figure.
My dad used to work at many various countries; the U.S., Japan, China and some others I barely know of.
And he once got an offer from a U.S. company to stay on and work at the U.S. As in migrate to the U.S..
I could almost wring his neck when I found out he rejected.
I wonder what would happen if we had stayed on.
I might not be as fat as I am now, since I would be surrounded by self-conscious gits.
Or I might get involved in drugs, or end up killing half my school due to depression.
Or I might not be a virgin anymore.
Oh, the possibilities are endless, and they tend to lean towards the darker side of life. Sad, eh? But then again...
Why is it called race?
According to the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary, race brings forth many meanings. (OMG, I sound like what I sound during debate). There are three of which I would like to emphasise on.
They are:
One:
Two:
Have any of you noticed how the races in our country seem to be in a race?
So bloody kiasu is what I mean. And I mean not only on the road.
Different races are wary of each other, at times. There's always this sense of one-upmanship. If she does this, I can do it better. Soon, it became a contest of speed. It doesn't necessarily have to do with races. God forbid we should be racist! But then again, there's always the slipped comment of "oh, that Malay girl is not so bright." Or "that Chinese girl is as just as I expected her to be." It could be that we are trying to differentiate them so that people would know who to look for, but we can't definitely overlook races, eh?
People have the stigma that Malays are lazy. And Chinese are smart. And Indians are liars. (I'm NOT trying to be racist; just stating what I hear at times. Look at it this way; if I say you're bad, there are parts of me that are rotten too, so get over it.) So, with this stigma, some of us are pretty aware of how people stereotype races. And so, a select few of us try to break free from this stigma. And thus, a competition begins. And believe me, it's one heck of a race.
I wonder if that is why people named it as "race". Because classifying people just puts them more into the heat of competition.
And damn it, to live these days, it's like swimming in honey; you can't move much, and you tire easily.
Being in a race sucks (both ways, I suppose).
Dramatisation: kiss me till I die, breathless.
God, I'm a pretty protected girl, aren't I? I don't even know how persimmons look like until recently. Haha. But then again, the furthest I've travelled is to Thailand (and yes, I saw the streets lined with porno DVD stalls) and that was a road trip.
I haven't been on a plane, except when I was really small, so go figure.
My dad used to work at many various countries; the U.S., Japan, China and some others I barely know of.
And he once got an offer from a U.S. company to stay on and work at the U.S. As in migrate to the U.S..
I could almost wring his neck when I found out he rejected.
I wonder what would happen if we had stayed on.
I might not be as fat as I am now, since I would be surrounded by self-conscious gits.
Or I might get involved in drugs, or end up killing half my school due to depression.
Or I might not be a virgin anymore.
Oh, the possibilities are endless, and they tend to lean towards the darker side of life. Sad, eh? But then again...
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Why is it called race?
According to the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary, race brings forth many meanings. (OMG, I sound like what I sound during debate). There are three of which I would like to emphasise on.
They are:
One:
a test of speed
Two:
2 a: a family, tribe, people, or nation belonging to the same stock b: a class or kind of people unified by shared interests, habits, or characteristics3 a: an actually or potentially interbreeding group within a species ; also : a taxonomic category (as a subspecies) representing such a group b: breed c: a category of humankind that shares certain distinctive physical traitsAnd Three:
To compete in a race.
Have any of you noticed how the races in our country seem to be in a race?
So bloody kiasu is what I mean. And I mean not only on the road.
Different races are wary of each other, at times. There's always this sense of one-upmanship. If she does this, I can do it better. Soon, it became a contest of speed. It doesn't necessarily have to do with races. God forbid we should be racist! But then again, there's always the slipped comment of "oh, that Malay girl is not so bright." Or "that Chinese girl is as just as I expected her to be." It could be that we are trying to differentiate them so that people would know who to look for, but we can't definitely overlook races, eh?
People have the stigma that Malays are lazy. And Chinese are smart. And Indians are liars. (I'm NOT trying to be racist; just stating what I hear at times. Look at it this way; if I say you're bad, there are parts of me that are rotten too, so get over it.) So, with this stigma, some of us are pretty aware of how people stereotype races. And so, a select few of us try to break free from this stigma. And thus, a competition begins. And believe me, it's one heck of a race.
I wonder if that is why people named it as "race". Because classifying people just puts them more into the heat of competition.
And damn it, to live these days, it's like swimming in honey; you can't move much, and you tire easily.
Being in a race sucks (both ways, I suppose).
Dramatisation: kiss me till I die, breathless.
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