hey, it’s already 2005. ya’ll having a good time last night? well, most people in kl especially the damn teenagers schoolboys and schoolgirls don’t give a rat’s ass to what the pm said. after my peace moment of new year at a special place, friend of mine badly wanted to eat and perhaps see some ‘scenery’ if you know what i mean. so i said okay and let’s go to mamak stall. while we were out driving at jelatik, the road was kinda empty. wow, i thought all these people celebrate the new year in peace and silence in the comfort of their homes. haha, i was wrong. when i entered jalan ampang, there you go. traffic jam. all the way to jalan p. ramlee. not to mention the fucking mat rempt along the way. of course, i easily got mad with this unnecassary trapped in traffic jam. we ended having supper at my favourite mamak restaurant at ampang point. a nice and quiet place. but one thing i notice that maybe will never change forever. the sarong part girls. i mean, what the fuck happen to this malaysians, especially the malay girls. maybe with ‘orang inggeris’ as their boyfriend, they think they will be popular, more hot (uwekkk!), or something. here’s an article i found at google. i fiddle with something and suddenly it appears. happy new year and enjoy…
From The Sunday Star
22nd July 2001
Use the best of both worlds
On The Beat With Wong Chun Wai
DEVIL-worshipping may have become a trend among some young Malaysians
who fancy black metal music but worshipping foreigners is certainly
Take a walk along the trendy restaurants in Bangsar and Desa Sri
Hartamas and you wonder why these young Malaysians are going out with
Caucausians who are old enough to be their fathers.
It’s of course a blow to the ego and self-esteem of many Malaysian
One possible explanation for the preference of these white men could
be their bulging wallets or our Malaysian women’s misconception that
these foreigners are more romantic, having watched too many Hollywood
But it is the preference for a foreigner, a somewhat novelty, in their
arms that is the more the likely reason for the increasing number of
“sarong party girls.”
Like satan-worshipping, it is a sign against local convention and
Asian traditional customs and religious rules.
Local political satire Politik Kedai Kopi naughtily claims the
preference for a Caucasian male partner is particularly prevalent
among Malay women.
It describes foreigner-worshipping as among the sins of the Malays
besides being involved in poison-pen literature and get-rich-quick
But Malaysian men ought to share the blame too. After all, they are
unlikely to take these often well-endowed “sarong party girls” home to
introduce to their mothers as prospective brides.
My Malay colleagues also wonder why the more religious Malays prefer
to dress up like Arabs with serbans and long flowing robes.
Beside Caucasians and Arabs, young Malaysians, particularly the
Chinese, seem to imitate anything Japanese these days.
I thought Malaysian youths only have black hair but these days, they
come in red, brown, orange, red and even blond.
It is terribly confusing for someone like me, who still thinks he is
liberal-minded at 40 and having grown up with Saturday Night Fever. I
am finding it hard to comprehend this fondness for multi-coloured
Hong Kong used to be the benchmark of youngsters from Cheras and
Kepong. No longer.
When the Prime Minister initiated the Look East policy, where we were
told to emulate the industriousness of the Japanese, he certainly did
not have in mind Frankenstein-like platform shoes.
My Indian colleagues are still trying to understand why their younger
brethren within the community prefer to dress and talk like they have
just stepped out from a Bronx ghetto in New York although they are
from Brickfields and Sentul.
With their clean-shaven heads and poor attempts to sound like a soul
brother, one can sense the underlining admiration and adoration these
youngsters have for American Blacks and their desire to hide their
It’s a crying shame because the Tamil culture is rich and is
recognised for its intellectual history.
But that has been sacrified for some mindless rap talk which is a pale
shadow of the Indian heritage.
Tune into our radio stations and there is no shortage of disc jockeys
who think and believe that speaking correct English means sounding
like a white man or a black man.
We laugh at our Malaysian-accent English but strangely, and without
thinking, we embrance the French and the Spaniards for their heavily
accented, even flawed English, with the misguided belief that they
And many of us think they really sound good simply because that has
been grounded into our minds by the media.
Paris is perceived as a romantic city simply because that’s what the
media, especially the movies, say.
Never mind the fact that Parisians are snooty, rude and refuse to
acknowledge English-speaking Malaysians struggling to buy a croissant,
which is tasteless compared to the local roti tissue.
There’s no end to foreigner-worshipping, really. Many of our hotel
receptionists and restaurant waitresses are guilty of giving
preference to foreigners, especially whites.
I am sure many of us, at some point, have experienced the contempt of
some hotel workers for locals.
But thank God, our Culture, Arts and Tourism Ministry officials have
more sense than our hospitality services workers.
Malaysia is being aggressively promoted in India, China and West Asia
because tourists from these areas have a passion for shopping, which
is good for our economy.
The older white tourists prefer to sit by the pool with a book, the
middle-aged prefer the sex industry in Phuket and Bangkok while the
young are backpackers with tight budgets.
Having said that, Malaysians should be mindful of not enouraging
racism or xenophobia, the hatred for foreigners.
It will be myopic for us to be inward looking. History is filled with
leaders who bring disasters to their country because of their narrow
Malaysia needs to be wary of politicians who refuse to accept the
importance of English or orthodox religious types who preach against
liberalism. Worse still, those who think circus acts are immoral.
Let’s take the best of foreign values and assimilate them into our
local context. Not everything foreign is wrong and not everything
Malaysian is right either.
Devil-worshipping or foreigner-worshipping aside, nothing will stop
many of us from watching the Red Devils at work tonight.