Hey two new cool terms I've learnt from my Malaysian Chinese friend:
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ABC: Australian Born Chinese
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Banana: Yellow outside, White inside (another term for ABC)
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Cool, isn't it? :)
P.S. I reckon a post with ABC for title is a good one to "start" blogging here... let's see what I'm going to say here, even I'm not sure myself yet!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Black
In Australia, and probably many other Western countries, some very simple statements are considered which I believe it is itself actually racist to consider so. I will give you some examples that have happened to me or my close friends.
1- If you say "I work with a black guy in the office," you are being racist. You aren’t supposed to talk about the skin colour of someone who is black. But why not? What is wrong with calling someone black? If you say someone is white, do you still think that it is racism? Thinking like this is racism. This is to imagine that talking about white skin is no problem but that black colouring is unmentionable.
2- Pouya has a new colleague from Sweden, she is not blond. She has dark hair and olive skin. Pouya said to his other colleague, who is a white girl, "I thought that all Swedish people had blond hair and blue eyes." The girl said to Pouya, "You don’t have to be racist!"
Why? How can this sentence be racist? Why do some white people think that they are the best race? Who says Pouya meant that their new colleague would better if she were blond?
3- A friend of mine lives in Paris. She has a French boy friend. Once he asked her, "What was the weirdest thing that you saw when you first came to France?" We have barely any black people in Iran. In fact I myself had only ever seen black people in movies, or maybe a couple from 10 meters away in the streets in Iran. The same must have been true of my friend and she gave this simple answer to her boyfriend: "Black people," and then started to explain that she had not seen black people before and their skin colour was really amazing and unbelievable to her. This was the case with me too. When I arrived in Australia I could not believe my eyes when I saw there were actually there were actually people with black skin. I am not saying that it is bad. In fact it is kind of nice and beautiful, but it was not normal for us. We simply had not seen it before.
Her boy friend thought that she was very racist to say a thing like this. I am sure if she had said that blond people were the weirdest thing she had seen, that would not have been considered racist. This is racism, I think.
Maybe I am wrong.
1- If you say "I work with a black guy in the office," you are being racist. You aren’t supposed to talk about the skin colour of someone who is black. But why not? What is wrong with calling someone black? If you say someone is white, do you still think that it is racism? Thinking like this is racism. This is to imagine that talking about white skin is no problem but that black colouring is unmentionable.
2- Pouya has a new colleague from Sweden, she is not blond. She has dark hair and olive skin. Pouya said to his other colleague, who is a white girl, "I thought that all Swedish people had blond hair and blue eyes." The girl said to Pouya, "You don’t have to be racist!"
Why? How can this sentence be racist? Why do some white people think that they are the best race? Who says Pouya meant that their new colleague would better if she were blond?
3- A friend of mine lives in Paris. She has a French boy friend. Once he asked her, "What was the weirdest thing that you saw when you first came to France?" We have barely any black people in Iran. In fact I myself had only ever seen black people in movies, or maybe a couple from 10 meters away in the streets in Iran. The same must have been true of my friend and she gave this simple answer to her boyfriend: "Black people," and then started to explain that she had not seen black people before and their skin colour was really amazing and unbelievable to her. This was the case with me too. When I arrived in Australia I could not believe my eyes when I saw there were actually there were actually people with black skin. I am not saying that it is bad. In fact it is kind of nice and beautiful, but it was not normal for us. We simply had not seen it before.
Her boy friend thought that she was very racist to say a thing like this. I am sure if she had said that blond people were the weirdest thing she had seen, that would not have been considered racist. This is racism, I think.
Maybe I am wrong.
Our blog
I am not realy sure what we are going to talk about in this blog.
But I suppose we have just started and we have sort of agreed that we write about what ever we like until may be then we get to standard or something.
I will be writing my first post now.
But I suppose we have just started and we have sort of agreed that we write about what ever we like until may be then we get to standard or something.
I will be writing my first post now.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury!
I stand before you a deliciously fat, contemptibly gorged, terminally mal-orientated fruit fly. I am too small for you to see properly with your bulging human eyes—and if you could see yourselves, you would shut those ghastly bulbous blinkers for ever and move by nasal navigation as I do—but before you sentence me to a delectable death by drowning in the liquid heaven of your wine glass, allow me a few final snatches of my subsonic song. Do not tut-tut at my red eyes, so distended with saccharine sap, do not mind if I slur my speech: it is true I have tasted your silky vinum shirazium, your heady ratafias, lost a leg in a beautiful bog of putrefied peach (a pleasure for which I gladly sacrifice a full third of my thirty delirious days on planet Earth); I have sunk my parched tubular little mouth into the flesh of your fabled Farsic almonds (mineral components: Isphahanite, Tebrizic, Nishaburium, a large grain of salt). Please, good people, before I spiral and float black-belly up in your cup, let me say: God bless the saintly creature in whose single delicately rotting quince I laid eighty sets of five eggs, I suckled four hundred little heirs on the lovely microflora of her voluptuous bruises! O, generous green-grocer!
Melanogaster melonogluzzler is leaving you at the speed of two hundred wing-beats per second, ladies and gentleman of the fruitery! Fruiterers and fruiteresses of the gentlemenry! Fruitflies and flightfries of the frighterty! I commend you with all my dizzy little 90 cubic-micron heart to the care of my colleague the sugar-fungus, and his wondrous potions; be kind, you breeders and planters and pickers and weeders, to the Prunoideae, the Amygdali, the bitter, the green, the peach, the prune and the nectarine, and do not neglect their gorgeous ivory secret: the Prussic acid of the pips!
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