ARESHASPAM: Three Frames
Threeframes is a ridiculous gem of a site with moving gifs made out of three still frames from old movies. So you get really weird animations. TRIPPY TINGS! Like this massive EYE!
P/S: Areshaspam is something I always send via e-mail. I am going to blog about it nows.
Mr Khan & MC Raa!
Obviously this is 1 of the bazillion reasons why the BBC and their programming is so awesome. A scene from Bellamy’s People.
QOTD: “Anybody who’s everyvhere is JOOS!”
“To Jail Or Not To Jail?” Said The Chink, The Mat & The Apu Neh Neh
So I posted a link on facebook about Singaporean facebookers being warned by the local police for using racial slurs online, albeit in jest or not. A threat - like the blogger who got jailed a couple of years ago. Is this effective? What the hell is this fine line anyway?
I really don’t agree with the concept of ‘threats’ as I don’t think it educates, but rather, instills fear. But then when I think about it, we don’t live in a country of people that’ll ‘do the right thing’ to begin with. So what do you do?
I really like it when people think and type long thesis’s as comments because I would rather actively encourage intelligent discussion than just feign and perpetuate ‘ignorance’ - as we can all learn from varied train of thought. Whether black, white, yellow, brown or some kind of exotic snotty-green.
So this really interesting comment on facebook by Noelle made me write a long story. And the story starts here. x
“The “release” of the three youths is nothing more than a political move to appease angry Singaporeans”
Were there Singaporeans angry about these “youths” (sic) being released to begin with? I think this article is ridiculously biased and discriminatory.
“Small fries” or “real culprits” - they still committed the same act of discrimination. Manslaughter or murder still means someone is dead - a crime has been committed.
Is there a difference between being discriminatory jokingly or intentionally? Somehow, as a minority in my own country, I fear the jokes more - because these are from idiots who are comfortable being ignorant. The ones that wish me “Happy Deepavali” and then reply, “But you’re Indian, what” when I tell them I’m Catholic. These are the monkeys that ask me if I can speak “Indian”. Sure, curry, pickle, prata.
The chances of a racist figure rising to cult status in Singapore is slim to none but the “small fries”, well, we encounter them everyday and their numbers are massing.
Oh my, I’ve had lots to say.
- Noelle Pereira
My thoughts on the matter & what Noelle said:
What the hell is racism? What the hell is not? We’re not burning down temples and pissing on statues of the gods. We’re just dealing with the stereotype jokes. But I hate being called a ‘keling kia’ (indian racial slur) by these frikkin’ ‘manjens’ (yellow people). But come on, don’t you know why they can’t get the bigger picture? It’s not rocket science. It’s because god only gave them slits for eyes. *Da dum tish*
Singaporeans do have a terrible slapstick sense of humour and it takes a level of wit to pull off (and understand) a good stereotype joke. So most of the time we hear joke FAILS, just like this one - and brush it off to ignorance.
I’ve heard tons. “Don’t you think malay’s are born with a disadvantage of learning?” What the hell, when I was a young’un the guy who scored the highest in district PSLE scores was a malay guy. It must be the brain-growth from eating all those lontongs (rice cakes).
Heck, half my friends call me APU - and now that I write this publicly, the other half are probably going to start calling me APU too. And I can’t even speak tamil or punjabi. So how in the hayl does it justify?
The cross I have to bear.
I’m just glad that when I don’t smile and run around at night, I am almost invisible. Being a black-skinned person, I am an Xmen character without even having to try. What freaking superpower does noodle man or rendang man have to bring to the table?
The point I am getting at is that reacting to it seems to solve a lot less, rather than if you just laugh at yourself (AND THEM) for their failed joke to point out the stupidity of stereotypes.
Russell Peters does that beautifully. But like I said, it takes a great level of intelligence to have the gift of wit.
The Best Valentines Day Card EVAH
Why am I awake at 6AM to go to Sheffield on a Satterdeh? To do some work. It’s great, but not so great when the DLR (London’s version of the LRT) is down yet AGAIN. Bunch of assholes.
Anyway here is a present for all of you.
Being the really sweet and thoughtful ass that I am, I made a greeting card version for download. It’s got the caption, “IT STINKS!” printed inside. You can get it here.
Dating By Numbers
Since we are back to my old ways of writing, here is a long essay I took an hour to write.
Today I had one of those epic pointlessly analytical conversations with Boggy over the usual trifles of life. This round-the-mulberry-bush conversation skill is this very endearing thing we share since the days of our secondary school safehaven chicken-pie club for the socially dysfunctional.
And today our conversation was about dates.
Why I seem to be rather intrigued by this topic is really due to this one book that lead to several books on sperm banks, geneology and the science of human relationships from a logical point of view and i gathered that for a human to feel a sense of ‘completion’ - they’d need the foundations of trust and family. I’ve started to see things from a purely scientific point of view.
While modern day men and women pursue the dollar and other manifestations of postmodern materialism, it will either render mankind to be some kind of feelingless abyss OR they eventually see the light before it’s too late.
The light of course, leaning to some kind of realisation that life is purely an empty nihilistic shell until you find your purpose.
