{"id":160,"date":"2005-01-01T18:21:36","date_gmt":"2005-01-01T10:21:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.azfar.my\/2005\/01\/node\/160"},"modified":"2005-01-01T18:21:36","modified_gmt":"2005-01-01T10:21:36","slug":"sarong-party","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/2005\/01\/sarong-party.php","title":{"rendered":"sarong party"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>hey, it&#8217;s already 2005. ya&#8217;ll having a good time last night? well, most people in kl especially the <u>damn<\/u> teenagers schoolboys and schoolgirls don&#8217;t give a rat&#8217;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 &#8216;scenery&#8217; if you know what i mean. so i said okay and let&#8217;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 <u>fucking<\/u> 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 &#8216;orang inggeris&#8217; as their boyfriend, they think they will be popular, more hot (uwekkk!), or something. here&#8217;s an article i found at google. i fiddle with something and suddenly it appears. happy new year and enjoy&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>From The Sunday Star<br \/>\n22nd July 2001<\/p>\n<p>Use the best of both worlds<br \/>\nOn The Beat With Wong Chun Wai <\/p>\n<p>DEVIL-worshipping may have become a trend among some young Malaysians<br \/>\nwho fancy black metal music but worshipping foreigners is certainly<br \/>\nmore prevalent. <\/p>\n<p>Take a walk along the trendy restaurants in Bangsar and Desa Sri<br \/>\nHartamas and you wonder why these young Malaysians are going out with<br \/>\nCaucausians who are old enough to be their fathers. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s of course a blow to the ego and self-esteem of many Malaysian<br \/>\nmales. <\/p>\n<p>One possible explanation for the preference of these white men could<br \/>\nbe their bulging wallets or our Malaysian women&#8217;s misconception that<br \/>\nthese foreigners are more romantic, having watched too many Hollywood<br \/>\nmovies. <\/p>\n<p>But it is the preference for a foreigner, a somewhat novelty, in their<br \/>\narms that is the more the likely reason for the increasing number of<br \/>\n&#8220;sarong party girls.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Like satan-worshipping, it is a sign against local convention and<br \/>\nAsian traditional customs and religious rules. <\/p>\n<p>Local political satire Politik Kedai Kopi naughtily claims the<br \/>\npreference for a Caucasian male partner is particularly prevalent<br \/>\namong Malay women. <\/p>\n<p>It describes foreigner-worshipping as among the sins of the Malays<br \/>\nbesides being involved in poison-pen literature and get-rich-quick<br \/>\nschemes. <\/p>\n<p>But Malaysian men ought to share the blame too. After all, they are<br \/>\nunlikely to take these often well-endowed &#8220;sarong party girls&#8221; home to<br \/>\nintroduce to their mothers as prospective brides. <\/p>\n<p>My Malay colleagues also wonder why the more religious Malays prefer<br \/>\nto dress up like Arabs with serbans and long flowing robes. <\/p>\n<p>Beside Caucasians and Arabs, young Malaysians, particularly the<br \/>\nChinese, seem to imitate anything Japanese these days. <\/p>\n<p>I thought Malaysian youths only have black hair but these days, they<br \/>\ncome in red, brown, orange, red and even blond. <\/p>\n<p>It is terribly confusing for someone like me, who still thinks he is<br \/>\nliberal-minded at 40 and having grown up with Saturday Night Fever. I<br \/>\nam finding it hard to comprehend this fondness for multi-coloured<br \/>\nhair. <\/p>\n<p>Hong Kong used to be the benchmark of youngsters from Cheras and<br \/>\nKepong. No longer. <\/p>\n<p>When the Prime Minister initiated the Look East policy, where we were<br \/>\ntold to emulate the industriousness of the Japanese, he certainly did<br \/>\nnot have in mind Frankenstein-like platform shoes. <\/p>\n<p>My Indian colleagues are still trying to understand why their younger<br \/>\nbrethren within the community prefer to dress and talk like they have<br \/>\njust stepped out from a Bronx ghetto in New York although they are<br \/>\nfrom Brickfields and Sentul. <\/p>\n<p>With their clean-shaven heads and poor attempts to sound like a soul<br \/>\nbrother, one can sense the underlining admiration and adoration these<br \/>\nyoungsters have for American Blacks and their desire to hide their<br \/>\nIndian roots. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a crying shame because the Tamil culture is rich and is<br \/>\nrecognised for its intellectual history. <\/p>\n<p>But that has been sacrified for some mindless rap talk which is a pale<br \/>\nshadow of the Indian heritage. <\/p>\n<p>Tune into our radio stations and there is no shortage of disc jockeys<br \/>\nwho think and believe that speaking correct English means sounding<br \/>\nlike a white man or a black man. <\/p>\n<p>We laugh at our Malaysian-accent English but strangely, and without<br \/>\nthinking, we embrance the French and the Spaniards for their heavily<br \/>\naccented, even flawed English, with the misguided belief that they<br \/>\nsound romantic. <\/p>\n<p>And many of us think they really sound good simply because that has<br \/>\nbeen grounded into our minds by the media. <\/p>\n<p>Paris is perceived as a romantic city simply because that&#8217;s what the<br \/>\nmedia, especially the movies, say. <\/p>\n<p>Never mind the fact that Parisians are snooty, rude and refuse to<br \/>\nacknowledge English-speaking Malaysians struggling to buy a croissant,<br \/>\nwhich is tasteless compared to the local roti tissue. <\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s no end to foreigner-worshipping, really. Many of our hotel<br \/>\nreceptionists and restaurant waitresses are guilty of giving<br \/>\npreference to foreigners, especially whites. <\/p>\n<p>I am sure many of us, at some point, have experienced the contempt of<br \/>\nsome hotel workers for locals. <\/p>\n<p>But thank God, our Culture, Arts and Tourism Ministry officials have<br \/>\nmore sense than our hospitality services workers. <\/p>\n<p>Malaysia is being aggressively promoted in India, China and West Asia<br \/>\nbecause tourists from these areas have a passion for shopping, which<br \/>\nis good for our economy. <\/p>\n<p>The older white tourists prefer to sit by the pool with a book, the<br \/>\nmiddle-aged prefer the sex industry in Phuket and Bangkok while the<br \/>\nyoung are backpackers with tight budgets. <\/p>\n<p>Having said that, Malaysians should be mindful of not enouraging<br \/>\nracism or xenophobia, the hatred for foreigners. <\/p>\n<p>It will be myopic for us to be inward looking. History is filled with<br \/>\nleaders who bring disasters to their country because of their narrow<br \/>\nnationalistic views. <\/p>\n<p>Malaysia needs to be wary of politicians who refuse to accept the<br \/>\nimportance of English or orthodox religious types who preach against<br \/>\nliberalism. Worse still, those who think circus acts are immoral. <\/p>\n<p>Let&#8217;s take the best of foreign values and assimilate them into our<br \/>\nlocal context. Not everything foreign is wrong and not everything<br \/>\nMalaysian is right either. <\/p>\n<p>Devil-worshipping or foreigner-worshipping aside, nothing will stop<br \/>\nmany of us from watching the Red Devils at work tonight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>hey, it&#8217;s already 2005. ya&#8217;ll having a good time last night? well, most people in kl especially the damn teenagers schoolboys and schoolgirls don&#8217;t give a rat&#8217;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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-160","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-article"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=160"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=160"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=160"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/azfar.my\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=160"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}