you know what?
well.
its official.
my parents are racist fucks.yes.
its embarrassingly true.
i have no idea who is worst.
my dad, who openly talks about it
and actually sounds proud to be a bloody racist,
or my mum.
my hypocritical mum who pretends to have malay friends and collegues,
but is actually a secret muslim despiser.
i swear.
its horrifying.
and it all started at an innocent breakfast at the market.
it was just this morning.
but because i was so shocked by the turn out of the event,
its like my brain went into this deliberate amnesia thing.
you know, like how your subconscious self tries to protect your
sanity by deliberately trying to obliterate traumatizing memories.
yupp.
anyways, i will try to recall the series of events.
well.
i remember mentioning that grace had a malay boyfriend.
and the usual reaction from my mum.
the whole "i pity grace's parents" thing.
and i suppose i called her narrowminded and racist.
which sort of led to my dad
arrogantly blaring to everyone present that he was
"a bloody racist, and not ashamed to admit it."
and i was like
what the fuck.then i sort of said like.
her boyfriend was like of the good sort.
you know.
like from a good, respectable family background,
well off and stuff.
and my parents totally just began shooting off a thousand other
opposite examples.
oh come on!
its not like you dont see any chinese or indians
on the streets bumming around.
please.
just take a look around my neighbourhood for an example.
there are definately loads of drunk indians and chinese.
always loitering around the coffeeshops into the wee hours of the morning.
tottering around, indulging in god knows what other vices.
anyways.
you wouldnt believe it.
because i foolishly thought that despite the many faults
my family has, i was raised in a home where tradition collaborates with
modern beliefs, and freedom of speech was encouraged.
well.
i was never more wrong.
as a result of the heated argument between my parents and i.
i got grounded.
yupp.
haha.
unfair?
lame?
unbelievable that arguing against racism got me grounded?
well.
now you know how oppressive my family is.
its like communism.
fuck.
well you see.
it was quite well under control.
until my mum had to say stuff like..
"dont ever bring a malay boyfriend home..."
which fueled my dad into saying
"if i ever see you with a malay guy, friend or whatever... i'm going to beat him up, then beat you up."
and i was like stunned speechless for a moment.
dont you find it so utterly shocking and terrifying.
that these words are coming, not from uneducated, backward fishermen or rice planters.
but urban, cultured people.
people who live and interact amongst society on a
daily basis.like hello?am i the only one who sees something wrong here?(by the way. this is so scary. i have to watch my back. the racists are home. and as you know.. no freedom of speech here. so i have to be sneaky about this post.haha. )
adreneline rush.
adreneline rush.
my dad just walked past.
anyway.
because i felt so wronged, i had to bitch about my parents to
my brother when i thought my dad was not around.
well.
as you know how this whole unlucky shit works.
i got caught saying stuff like..
"its karma."
"because they are so racist and bigoted, i'm going to end up marrying a malay guy."
"they just rewrote my life."
"i tell you. karma is so going to happen."
yupp.
and apparently, my dad didnt like what he heard about the
whole karma thing.
so he went.
"i know when to joke around(yeah right) and where exactly to draw the line. Dont use all this mind shit about karma with me. i'm not your mother. Dont fuck around with me."
and he continued, waving the rolled up newpaper in my face.
"Because of what you said, i'm going to watch you more closely then ever. Means from now on, no more late nights, you got yourself into this."
like
what the hell.how childish is that.
like he didnt like what i was saying,
(saying to my brother by the way.
like he had no right to evesdrop anyways.)
so he retaliated by what, grounding me?
and what did i say that was so awful?
they should ground themselves for being so damn racist.
no more late nights.
ha. what a joke.sounded as if i had an abundance of late nights out in the first place.
wow daddy. you sure know how to sugarcoat it.
i feel so wronged.
ugh.
i almost feel compelled to get a maly boyfriend now.
just for the heck of it.
rile my parents up.
give one of them a heart attack.
i mean.
here i am, their own daughter, going off to a school that
comprises of more than a 70 percentage of malays.
and there they are,
trying to posion my thoughts with ill feelings towards my classmates?
like how immature and un parenty is that?
God.
anways.
i'm done here.
just had to vent the injustice of it all.
toodles.