Finally I have peace and quiet in Cherating. Finally, the crowd of noisy Malaysians are gone, by now, they should be driving home to where ever they belong. And finally also, I have been reminded that making a trip to any accessible resort during days where families are able to do so is committing harakiri. Days like Friday or Saturday.
I don’t know about people but I sure don’t enjoy having the Tudung Makciks around with their kids in tee and short looming in the pool around me. I also sure don’t enjoy the Chinese aunties in their frilly black for navy blue 1 piece skirt swimwear yelling at their kids acts as if they have not seen a swimming pool in their entire lives.
And of course, there are the Chinese uncles in backdated large or floral swimming trunks or the Pakciks in bermuda shorts newly bought from Parkson because they were making a trip to the beach.
Not forgetting the lot of Chinese speaking youngster in funny pairs of shorts and tee, acting as if, the beach is their second nature while their skin is as pearlly white as the talcum powder.
Not forgetting of course (how could I) the girls who shy under coconut trees, palm trees, angsana trees, rhu trees and whatever else trees the beach presents with their designer tees and shopping looking shorts, some even in heels and make-ups. And wait, I forgot about the Cik Tudungs incomplete full tudung, baju kurung, or long sleeves blouses and very long pants as if they are still in the fully air-conditioned Malls or Gedung Pakaian in a sunny afternoon.
They just made the entire scene of chill beaching loathsome and excruciating.
Of course, people of the lot who reads this will be fuming mad. They will be thrusting a dagger if they could at my throat and demand some respect.
But honestly, it is not that I don’t, they need to command it. I mean, you don’t see me haggle on with the family of Mat Sallehs or those old white bastards. The only problem is, we Asians have a LONG way to go when it comes to being cool or chill. Way, way long way.
We are way uptight, boring and unpassionate. We are afraid of everything. Being looked at, being judged, being one self, being open and most importantly, being at the moment. We do things because we always think it is ‘right’, it is the ‘obligation’, it is the ‘duty’ and it is, should be fun because other people is doing it. And because other people thinks so.
The problem is, we often are doing it wrong. The wrong way, the wrong style. The wrong concept.
Just like everything else. With education, upbringing, mindset and even living life. Simply I dare say is because we fail to dwell deeper into ourselves to ask what really we mean, what really we want, what really we are passionate about, what really we look for in life.
I don’t know if really it is the system or culture or that we are developing lot but the fact that we lack of these pieces, we tend to it wrongly.
Of course, if you were to ask me if I am ashame to be with the lot, I have to despicably admit I am. Though as much Asian I am like the rest of the loot.
Of course also, I have other things I am proud being an Asian (from culture to family kinships to discipline and survival skills). I have also the niche whom I’m proud with and for. I have also those I strive to be as good. But besides that, I personally feel Asians have a long way to go, particularly mindset.
Well. So much said about this. Just that everytime I’m confronted with the archetypal of Malaysian, I often sighed with, “Alahhhhh.” And that’s bad. That is in fact unwarranted sigh,despicable it may sound, coming from me.
I don’t know about people but I sure don’t enjoy having the Tudung Makciks around with their kids in tee and short looming in the pool around me. I also sure don’t enjoy the Chinese aunties in their frilly black for navy blue 1 piece skirt swimwear yelling at their kids acts as if they have not seen a swimming pool in their entire lives.
And of course, there are the Chinese uncles in backdated large or floral swimming trunks or the Pakciks in bermuda shorts newly bought from Parkson because they were making a trip to the beach.
Not forgetting the lot of Chinese speaking youngster in funny pairs of shorts and tee, acting as if, the beach is their second nature while their skin is as pearlly white as the talcum powder.
Not forgetting of course (how could I) the girls who shy under coconut trees, palm trees, angsana trees, rhu trees and whatever else trees the beach presents with their designer tees and shopping looking shorts, some even in heels and make-ups. And wait, I forgot about the Cik Tudungs incomplete full tudung, baju kurung, or long sleeves blouses and very long pants as if they are still in the fully air-conditioned Malls or Gedung Pakaian in a sunny afternoon.
They just made the entire scene of chill beaching loathsome and excruciating.
Of course, people of the lot who reads this will be fuming mad. They will be thrusting a dagger if they could at my throat and demand some respect.
But honestly, it is not that I don’t, they need to command it. I mean, you don’t see me haggle on with the family of Mat Sallehs or those old white bastards. The only problem is, we Asians have a LONG way to go when it comes to being cool or chill. Way, way long way.
We are way uptight, boring and unpassionate. We are afraid of everything. Being looked at, being judged, being one self, being open and most importantly, being at the moment. We do things because we always think it is ‘right’, it is the ‘obligation’, it is the ‘duty’ and it is, should be fun because other people is doing it. And because other people thinks so.
The problem is, we often are doing it wrong. The wrong way, the wrong style. The wrong concept.
Just like everything else. With education, upbringing, mindset and even living life. Simply I dare say is because we fail to dwell deeper into ourselves to ask what really we mean, what really we want, what really we are passionate about, what really we look for in life.
I don’t know if really it is the system or culture or that we are developing lot but the fact that we lack of these pieces, we tend to it wrongly.
Of course, if you were to ask me if I am ashame to be with the lot, I have to despicably admit I am. Though as much Asian I am like the rest of the loot.
Of course also, I have other things I am proud being an Asian (from culture to family kinships to discipline and survival skills). I have also the niche whom I’m proud with and for. I have also those I strive to be as good. But besides that, I personally feel Asians have a long way to go, particularly mindset.
Well. So much said about this. Just that everytime I’m confronted with the archetypal of Malaysian, I often sighed with, “Alahhhhh.” And that’s bad. That is in fact unwarranted sigh,despicable it may sound, coming from me.
