praaten tegen de maan

ever caught yourself saying and/or thinking, “geez, they’re so <insert race here>
or “oh my god, I am like, so not surprised. They’re like, such <insert rude talk about other race here>


and that i think is :


rac·ism  (rszm)

n.

1. The belief that race accounts for differences in human character or ability and that a particular race is superior to others.
2. Discrimination or prejudice based on race.

okay, so really, racism is just not. cool.
por ejemplo, just because I am asian doesn’t mean I know kungfu or eat a sack of rice a day or study like shit till my eyes just roll out of its sockets
get real people.
sure, some of the ‘human characters’ are deemed to be inherited by the majority of a race (you know the phrase, ‘if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em kinda thing’? catching my drift now?)
but no, we don’t all know kungfu, we eat rice ’cause they grow like weeds where we live  
and we’re not relatives of Jackie Chan either (lol I personally don’t mind this)


same shizz happens with different races everywhere too.


quite frankly though, sometimes I do feel like I’m a racist too
I will unintentionally think to myself, “heh, no wonder lah” 
then I realise, “eh, since when did I have those kind of perceptions about other races?”
I really don’t remember discriminating anyone (during ye ‘ol days) just based on their colour/religion/race. As an adorable lil’ kid (HAHA), I don’t go in my squeaky voice saying, “hmm, what race are you again? oh <race>? ewwww you guys have cooties!”


uh, no.


so here’s what I think what went down:
our noggins are like sponges
they absorb absolutely everything that they can possibly absorb 
even if we don’t wish to absorb it or realise that we’re absorbing it 
and that’s the work of the most absorbable (is that a word?) part of the brain a.k.a. 
le subconscious mind
they pick up all these itty bitty signals (comments, signs, blah) from the surroundings and send it to the main HQ in the noggin’
all the information then just get mushed up together


outcome: feelings/perceptions we never knew we had (and a bunch of other stuff)


you sneaky lil’ subconscious mind you.

foodie shmoodie



food of the day: kangkung belacan

I really did not know what I was doing. Just followed some recipe I found online which looks sorta do-able. The first step was to soak the dried prawns with boiling water and all I could see were their small black dotted eyes just floating in the boiled water, they kinda look like sea monkeys if you’ve seen and/or had one of those, just really dead-o. 
Weird lil critters aren’t they huh?
Blended belacan (oooh, am officially debelacanised! heh okay lame), dried shrimp, shallots and dried chillies. I wasn’t sure how many of those chillies to put, so I just dumped like 5-6 of ’em. I figured (looking at the state and size of them chillies), they would be absolutely harmless (yeah, I’m hard core like that).
Boy, was I wrong. 
My lips are still burning.

results: not that great but edible (aye geef eet tu end a khalf starghs)

on a totally different note, I am now attempting to read Harry Potter 5 from cover to cover.
I have started reading a few other books these past few years but didn’t manage to finish even one. tsktsk.

imma busy bee, what can I say kan?
bdunk tss.

hi frank

week: three (time, you are flying way too fast. smirk.)
mood: lay to the zeh


I think I have really lost my social skills or mojo as what the kids call it these days
(hah, a feeling-old moment)
It is starting to feel a wee bit like those sekolah rendah and/or high school days where I was terribly, terribly awkward. seriously, you have no friggin’ idea.
or maybe my awkwardness mode just turned dormant the past couple of years 
and now it’s awkward time, all the time *spirit fingers*


circuitry problemos?


trigger factorios?


I am so not making sense.


yours truly,
le waster of cyberspace.



quote;

“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.”


-Audrey Hepburn