So, I landed on the psychiatric ward......
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Posted:Jul 30, 2007 4:34 am
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2008 7:03 pm 17570 Views
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What the heck had happened? Not wanting to tussle with my new medications, I decided not to recall the pre-hospitalization. If not, Dr. Rimmed Egghead, or the quarterly bald psychiatrist who saw me wouldn’t be happy. He would look like a dented ostrich egg, you know. Suffice to say I was at the lowest low of my Clinical Depression. On 22 June 07, I broke down and hence touched down on the Planet of the Nuts ‒ again.
That was psychiatric ward of Selayang Hospital, Selangor, outskirts of Kuala Lumpur. No nut case, no peanuts served there, but another psychiatrist with the pot belly of Nutty Professor. Followed by the three other Medical Officers, they were the psychiatric ward squad of Selayang Hospital.
I had only one regret. I had forgotten to ask my brother to take pictures with his hand phone when I was wearing the wasabi-green hospital uniform. I felt the green color of it also painted on my face. I looked greenish pale and grayish haggard. Imagine. I was with the excitement of an 18 years old but looked 10 years older than my real age, 37. (Do that Gwen Stephanie sultry moves, the ala Madonna hungry eyelash fluttering!)
There was something that I did not quite understand. Is the mental health standard in Malaysia still remained in the Third World? I was given 300 mg of Seroquel at different doses per day, and injection of Fluanxol per month. I was diagnosed with Clinical Depression, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) and Eating Disorder (ED). So, why the heck that I was given and injected with antipsychotic, which were meant for Schizophrenia? Or OCD not in the hospital vocabulary? Strange.
No wonder. The strong doses worked in the beginning. My deep, excruciatingly painful Depression was swept away. I was constantly feeling lifted, high on my tip toes. Too bad, this isn't the happy ending that I died for. The awful side effects from Seroquel and Fluanxol such as severe drowsiness and weakness, suffocation, loss of coordination and focusing, and muscle stiffness only manifested after 3 weeks.
Feeling great in the hospital, I became chatty like a crow and did my stiffed-tendon creaky dancing in front of the TV whenever there was a MTV.
And very much to my delight, a young Medical Assistant (MA) named Mohd. N., aged 25, followed me everywhere I went! (Not bad for a 37 years old, eh?). We talked like , played like , watching TV together like till he was scolded by the nurses!
Well, he liked me, so? Anything wrong for a MA to spend time with a patient after finishing all his paperwork? And he complimented that I looked like the dead Mongolian model Altantuya Shaariibuu! (…Whut?!).
Next. I finally discharged on 9 July 07. Nothing went well the rest of the month. What a great mess. My medicines had to be rearranged and a new medication, Zoloft added in, after I was struck by the deadly side effects. I only feel better TODAY. I’m hoping for brighter days ahead.
Picture: My hospital wrist band.
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Jackie Chan
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Posted:Jun 12, 2007 8:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2007 7:37 pm 17135 Views
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Another authoritative kung fu figure ‒ Jackie Chan. You may wonder why I'm kicking these kung fu masters’ as**s. Well, Jackie Chan and late Bruce Lee have similarities. Both is and was very famous, the icons from the Far East. Both is and was married and fathers to . Both is and was Kung fu masters who is and was money-spinners from the movies they made. And both is and was PROMISCUOUS, ADULTERERS that almost unknown in the West.
Again, we Chinese here always know more of the celebrities from our regions. Chan achieves great success and fame in Hollywood and is a household name for decades, and still is today and tomorrow. His NEVER aged.
So what the West does NOT know, or only few know? I’ve read Chan’s news in magazines, newspapers and also watched his interviews in Taiwan and Hong Kong on local TV programs. So, what I’ve acknowledged?
What had been passing around in the 90s and still been talked about to this day? Jackie Chan has an illegitimate . Yes, again, an illegitimate that he admitted! So, who was the mother? Miss Ng Kei Lei, an ex-beauty queen of a popular beauty pageant in Hong Kong, called Miss Asia Beauty Pageant (but the candidates are locals, the public in Hong Kong).
It happened in the 90s. We didn’t know what had happened behind the cameras of the interviews. It could be a great disappointment of Miss Ng Kei Lei. It could be her revenge. It could be her strategy to gain fame.
Chan had been formally interviewed many times. His stunts and kung fu were highlighted, so was his personal life. In one interview with the Hong Kong TV program in the early 90s, Chan openly admitted that he was CLEAN, and NOT a philanderer, adulterer, whatever, although many gossips on his promiscuity had been passing around.
A few years after, something had smeared his name, his fame. In one of interviews on Hong Kong TV, Ng, who won the crown not long before, was requested to appear a life interview. And there Ng hinted the interviewer that behind the stage that she had been with Chan, and was pregnant at that time. So, the interviewer had asked some indirect questions from Ng on that life show.
Then the ever-fiery paparazzi in Hong Kong trying to find more evidences. And one night in a dinner party, Chan was a little drunk and had uttered something very surprising. Chan went to the stage and said that he’d be a FATHER on the month…….(I’ve forgotten). Everyone attending the party was surprised, as Chan already had a grown up , living with his wife, Lam Fong Kiew in US.
And that was the right month Ng expected to deliver her baby. Everything tallied. Everybody then knew.
After Ng had delivered, a , the paparazzi swarmed over her, so were more requests for life interviews. Ng admitted everything. She said her life was bored before meeting Chan. And Chan was a ‘sunshine boy’, appeared in flamboyant attires and told her jokes that made her happy. And her baby was nicknamed ‘siu long lui’ or ‘little dragon girl’.
So why Ng chosen to reveal this shocking, unexpected news to the public? The rumors went around again ‒ that Chan had dumped her, Chan didn’t give her enough money, so she revenged, etc. Whatever it was, Chan strictly told the media and paparazzi not to disturb anyone related to him.
Still, Ng had been followed, snooped by the paparazzi and talked about among the Chinese in the entire Far East.
Chan’s wife, Lam in US was painfully affected. One Hong Kong interviewer called up Lam. And her respond over the phone according to the interviewer? Lam said she didn’t know about it, and then a shriek over the phone before hanging up.
After a certain time that Chan refused to be interviewed, he then agreed, for probably to clear his name. He admitted his relationship with Ng and his little . That interview appeared on the local TV here.
I watched it with great interest (snooping around is fun…eh?). But to my surprised, Chan had said something that might make the public disliked him. Chan is a great kung fu master, a famous movie actor, an icon, and like Bruce Lee, he is a ‘god’ to his many, many fans.
Chan said he expected his wife, Lam would be very distressed and would cried loudly over the phone when he called her, after the news of his extra-marital affair was spread. And Chan said he was ready to DIVORCED his wife if all he heard were crying and yelling! But to his surprised, when he called his wife, she appeared cheerful and didn’t say a word about his extra-marital affair. His then asked for a party.
Chan realized he had taken things for granted. His ever stoic wife never complaint. And he felt guilty. In the interview, he said he’d put most of his financial assets under her name, to ‘tell’ her, ‘I'm sorry’.
So, why do you think? Asian men and extra marital affairs and promiscuity. (PA shakes her head).
Picture - Ng Kei Lei
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Bruce Lee
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Posted:Jun 12, 2007 12:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2007 7:39 pm 14586 Views
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I cleaned an old cupboard and found many magazines that I bought last time, and had abandoned them. One of them caught my eyes and triggered my interest. It was a Hong Kong magazine in Chinese, Ming Pao Weekly dated November 2000.
I saw Bruce Lee’s on the cover. So, arming with a dictionary, I revised my near-all-forgotten Chinese reading again. But strange. What I read in this magazine was NOT found on English books on Lee that imported from US that I browsed before.
The English books only praised and flattering on Lee’s kung fu, ‘Jit Tuin Khuin and ‘Wing Chun’. Lee is also a very respectful figure, a kung fu ‘god’ by his admirers and those who practice his kung fu. But actually, do the Westerners, esp. those practicing his kung fu know what had really happened to Lee? We, the Chinese or those who have read any Chinese magazines or paper articles on Lee’s know what had happened to him.
In Ming Pao, the reporters wrote a comprehensive article about him. The reporters went to interview Ting Pui and Miu Ho Sau, two of Lee’s girlfriends before his death, but without clear descriptions what had happened to Lee the last minutes before his death. Hence, I don’t have any solid evidences.
But when I snooped about it with my friend, she said that in some other Chinese magazines described that Lee had taken a type of headache medicine and then having s*x with Ting, and that activity caused Lee’s brain hemorrhage.
In my opinion, it’s LOGICAL that the medicine alone didn’t cause the brain hemorrhage. The same headache relieved medicine had been taken by Lee before, and so was Ting, and nothing had happened. And my friend told me from the magazines she had read back then had described that strong activity like s*x, together with the medicine, gushed the blood to Lee’s brain and caused the hemorrhage.
The magazine started with Lee’s situations. So what had happened? Here it goes, and making it short ‒
Lee was a married man. He and his Caucasian wife, Linda, had 2 . Although his kung fu was excellent and his martial arts are practiced to this day by the entire world, he was actually a promiscuous man, having extra marital affairs. This is unknown by the Westerners.
On 20th July 1973, Lee’s was found dead on Ting’s bed, in the room of her home! Ting was summoned to go to the court in September 1973.
Linda’s lawyer had questioned Ting. Ting admitted that she was alone with Lee on the night of Lee’s death and that she also had given a headache relieved medicine in tablets to Lee. She also claimed that she had taken the same medicine whenever she had headache, but didn’t know the name of the medicine, but it was in aluminum packaging.
Btw, Mr. Jau, a movie producer had gone to Ting’s home when he received the phone call from Ting. When Mr. Jau arrived, both of them tried to wake Lee up. When Lee remained unmoved, they called a doctor and the doctor called for an ambulance. But everything was too late. Lee was pronounced dead on that night. He was diagnosed with brain hemorrhage.
Ting was sentenced not guilty. But after that she received many, many threatening letters. Ting was blamed by Lee’s fans for his death. And there was one particular evidence. Ting was the ONLY person in the entire world knew what had happened on that night she was with Lee.
On another girlfriend of Lee. She was Miu Ho Sau. Lee admired her very much. During the filming of a Lee’s movie, the assistant there asked what Lee wanted to eat. Lee said, ‘I want to eat what Miu has chosen to eat’. He was also seen following Miu wherever Miu went. He also protected her from anyone who disturbed her. But Miu said Lee had very few friends, due to his practicing of martial arts and bad temper that had offended many people.
And there was a rumor that the death of Lee had to do with black magic. He was cast with the spell. And not only that Lee died, but also later, his handsome , Brandon Lee. Brandon Lee was also an actor. But one day, while he was playing with a hand gun, as a jest, unaware that the hand gun was loaded with bullets. He pulled the trigger when he pretending shooting. He died on that day.
Some people who talked about the rumor believed that certain people that hated Lee, or Lee had offended had put spells on him, so that he’d be ‘chuit cai chuit shin’ or ending Lee’s family lineage.
Have any Westerners are told of this story of Lee? Maybe very, very few. His shortcomings are swept under the carpet in English books on him and his martial arts. Goodness, why such hypocrisy? You judge.
Picture ‒ Ting Pui and Miu Ho Sau.
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Singaporean Women Strike back!
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Posted:Mar 15, 2007 10:27 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2007 7:50 pm 15976 Views
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This is the sequel from ‘Brides For Sale’. I wrote based on an article in a local paper, The Star, dated on 5th December 2004, by a Malaysian columnist, Seah Chiang Nee. This was the situation in Singapore, the pioneer of the matchmaking business, ‘Bride For Sale’ that later ascended to Malaysia. And many of my writings here are the direct copies of Seah’s writings in the article.
The sad existent of 300,000 white-collar male workers in Singapore couldn’t find wives. Why? Because the men had ‘no money, no looks, no education’. (PA thinks - These sounded more like embellishments of Seah, of men who were less wealthy, not good looking and with lower education).
Over the years, female undergraduates outnumbered males and outperformed them in many professions of many fields. The comparison? Women who held Degrees averaged earning S$ 2,500 to S$ 6,000 per month, while the men, S$ 1,200 to S$ 2,500.
The impact of this clashing had become obvious. Men in their 40s still lived with their parents or siblings, and in certain related interviews, some of men said that they had not gone for a date for more than 10 years! (PA says - Whoa, a severe blow to the Chinese custom of marriage and having a family!)
So, what then? The matchmaking business of ‘buying brides’ in poorer countries in this region had started (hell knew who was the person who founded this idea and then became rich, of course). The men who were came from a variety of financial standings and careers. It wasn’t due to the Singaporean men’s low academic or career achievements, or of the poorer men who couldn’t match the wealthier Singaporean women.
The most common reason, a complaint against Singaporean women was that their demands for the 5 Cs ‒ condo, car, credit card, country club and cash. Besides that, these women were perceived as less domesticated ‒ didn’t know cooking, doing household chores, arrogant with high education achievement and materialistic. A Singaporean man had complaint that these women thought ‘Singaporean men were good for nothing while they themselves were perfect’.
According to Seah, for each Singaporean man looking for a Vietnamese bride, there were 2,000 single Singaporean women. The demand for ‘buying’ Vietnamese wives was so great that it had created an active matchmaking business in Ho Chi Minh city. The price for a package in Singapore? It used to be S$15, 000, but now it went down as low as S$6,000 to S$7,000.
And what the Singaporean women thought about this kind of matchmaking? They were hitting back. One woman had angrily denounced men who imported brides as ‘spineless and whiners’. She said, ‘They (the Singaporean men) believe in self-contradictory ideals when it comes to women and have no intention of working hard for their family. Singaporean women wish to see some backbone in you all. We do not care about what you earn or whatever. Just show us that you truly are a man and not some whining ‘screw driver’. This is very, very disheartening’. (PA thinks ‒ ‘We don’t care about what you earn’? What a STUPID excuse!).
On complaints of arrogant or being spoilt and demanding, the women shot back, ‘Look at the mirror first, please!’
And not long ago, a woman wrote a letter to the press asking for the government to intervene to make it harder for foreign women to marry Singaporean men.
(PA thinks - How d*mn inconsiderate and cruel these Singaporean women were! They demanded for 5Cs, and when the men couldn’t provide them, they were accused of being spineless and whiners! And making it harder for Singapore men to marry foreign wives? How selfish, rude and ludicrous! Oh yes, ludicrously highly-educated b(censored)!).
Another b(censor). She wrote an articulate letter to the press recently, in which she said the Singapore girl is a CHALLENGE to love. She added, ‘Although she may, at the end of the day, be a supportive and faithful spouse, the barbs hiding under her soft interior are daunting to the suitor. She’s materialistic and loves being so. Shopping is a major hobby, and looking goo is absolutely essential. The man is but another accessory, a helper, chauffeur, bag carrier’.
This shallow Singaporean woman claimed that she had been to Vietnam. She continued, ‘The girls, true to form, are slim, tall and soft-spoken. Every word is punctuated with a smile. Their voices are melodious, and they work hard without complaining, carrying loads of cloth and vegetables in the marker stalls and eateries. Simple, gentle and hard working. It’s hard not to fall in love with them’.
So now, by comparison, the Singaporean women said they had adopted Western role model of strong women, ‘without taking into account the men alongside with us’. (PA considers that snobbish, unwashed bottom woman was D*MN wrong! Western women were not as choosy, arrogant, materialistic! What a lousy excuse!).
And as a general comment, the militant feminists-like Singaporean women are akin to chant, ‘We are not going to be one of those docile wives who nod their heads and cook for you at the slightest command. We are not going to have wool pulled over our eyes by your romantic nonsense. No way! We are women of New Age.’
But somehow a woman concluded, ‘The whole idea of women’s liberation in Singapore seems to have come at the expense of our loves lives’.
(PA thinks ‒ Serve these b(censor)s right! Remain unmarried and lonely then. Even Western men do not relish this type of women, the women who are infamous for demanding for 5Cs).
Picture ‒ The shack that Ms. Chao (of my previous blog) lived.
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Brides For Sales (Part 2)
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Posted:Mar 15, 2007 10:18 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2007 10:55 am 14928 Views
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On 10th April 2004. Third day. That morning was the wedding ceremony, taking place in the hotel VIP or meeting room. The bridal makeover and photographer arrived early. Also, Ms. Chao’s father and mother had arrived from their village, far away from the city. Mr. Chao was 44 years old and Mrs. Chao was 42 years old, happily greeted their and husband-in-law to be. They grinned cheerfully, as their eldest had found a ‘Savior’, didn’t matter that he was old. He was indeed the person who could save Mr. Chao and family from continuing to live in hard core poverty for generations!
The ceremony followed the traditional procedure, ‘sam shue luk lai’. It started at 10 a.m. sharp. There were 7 ‘sisters’ to help to do the ceremony. Every gift was covered with red wedding ceremonial clothes. Then the tea offering ceremony for the elderly, Mr. Chuin’s brothers who had arrived and Ms. Chao parents. The marital documents were all signed and completed.
The bride was all ready with the white bridal gown and hair veil. It followed by the bridegroom lifting the bride’s veil and the exchanging of wedding bands. Then the bridegroom kissed the bride 3 time and everybody in the room clapped and laughed. The newly wedding couple also planned to go for honeymoon. And the evening, they had the wedding banquet. But after that, Ms. Chao now Mrs. Chuin, retired to her room alone. They would not sleeping together, following their tradition, in which dictated that a newly married couple could only sleep together on the 3rd day after the signing of marital document.
On 11th April 2004. Fourth day. Mr. Chuin case was a rare. Mr. Chiun was the agent’s first to request to go to the bride’s village in a very remote, isolated location in inner Vietnam. It would be difficult, as it involved hours and hours of traveling. But Mr. Chuin said he wanted to see the place where his bride lived, grew up. It would be 6 hours of riding in the van, and twice sailing on boats on the river. Despite of that, the entire team was eager to follow this intriguing adventure.
They started the journey very early and reached Mrs. Chuin village at 3.30 p.m. Whoa! They were greeted by the entire village. Mrs. Chuin was the star of the day. The villagers were warm and friendly, greeting them with lots of smiles. Mrs. Chuin home was nothing but a small wooden shack. It was old and certain parts of the roofs were made of grass. (As you could see in Survivor). The poverty of Mrs. Chuin and family was clear.
Lunch was served for the guests, and the gender bias was obvious. Men and guests sat on the dining table to have their meal. And the women had theirs in a corner of the kitchen. And they were ready to stop eating, stand up and go to do whatever the men waved or yelled out for something, like adding rice or dishes.
Mrs. Chuin said, her family were farmers and had been living in poverty for generations. Her father earned little. She was the eldest in the family and had a younger brother and a sister. Mrs. Chuin only had primary school education. Hence, she wanted her younger siblings to pursue their studies in universities later, and became professionals. She really wished to change her family’s long suffered austerity, improving their standard of living. (And the understandable, kind and generous Mr. Chuin passing money around, as hong baos). Well, her wish had come true. What a fortunate lady!
Mrs. Chuin now the ‘Savior’ of her family. The poignant situation of her family would improve tens of folds continuously, due to her great predestination, married to a wealthy man. It was already perceived by the very generous Mr. Chuin who still passing notes! The team and the new couple left after the lunch and they had to sail in the boats and 6 hours of van ride to return to Ho Chin Minh. And that night was a very important night for Mrs. Chuin. She was ready to sleep with her new husband for the first time despite of the exhaustion.
On 12th April 2004. Fifth day. The couple was together happily in the morning. The snoopy reporters asked him about his ‘first night’. Mr. Chuin was also generously shared with them about it. He said that Mrs. Chuin was indeed a virgin. Hers there was very small, and she kept telling him it hurt. But she was gentle and had even showed Mr. Chuin her virginal blood! Mr. Chuin was laughing happily telling the reporters. And Mr. Chuin proudly said that despite of his age, he could do ‘it’ 3 ‒ 4 times a week! He added that he didn’t smoke and drink, was not promiscuous and was taking Chinese herbal brews, hence, he was healthy and strong. And the all-smiled Mrs. Chuin said she wanted 3 .
On 13th April 2004. Sixth day. Mr. Chuin had to return to Malaysia, but Mrs. Chuin could only go to Malaysia to join him in June. That was a weepy departing at the airport. The couple cried, so were some people of the team. But 2 months a short period.
Dozens of congratulations for Ms. Chao now Mrs.Chuin.
Lastly but not least, what about the hundreds of young, virginal Vietnamese women who had to do the ‘catwalk’ as PRODUCTS for the to see, and then shamefully rejected? Their ages soar as time goes, and of course, many would not be chosen. It seems like it’s their predestination that they and their families had to continue to remain poor for another generation.
Picture ‒ Vietnamese women did the catwalk.
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Brides For Sale (Part 1)
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Posted:Mar 15, 2007 10:11 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2024 4:43 pm 15960 Views
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This blog of mine was inspired by a question from ‘shygoodgirl1986’, ‘Mail order grooms and brides’. It immediately springs to mind on an article in a local Chinese magazine called Feminine that I had once read.
On the other side of the globe, there is a different way of ‘Mail Order Brides’. A more specific description but degrading, without euphemism called ‘Brides For Sale’. There are agents in Malaysia and in Singapore, doing the matchmaking businesses by introducing Vietnamese women for Malaysian and Singaporean men looking for wives, in form of packages. These men, the are looking for and ‘buying’ brides from Vietnam for a variety of reasons. The pioneering idea of this lucrative business came from Singapore, due to Singaporean men having difficulties to find partners in their own country. This issue has become infamous long ago. But buying brides in poorer countries isn't.
The magazine elaborated the matchmaking thoroughly, with many pictures as evidences. An amazing real story. The magazine article subject was a Chinese Malaysian old bachelor, Mr. Chuin. Mr. Chuin was 73 years old, a wealthy businessman who owned 2 manufacturing Chinese sausage factories. Mr. Chuin was generous enough to let the team of the magazine reporter to follow him, along with the matchmaking agent and team to the journey, adventure to search and ‘buy’ a wife in Vietnam.
I'm making things easier ‒ I classify the entire process that took place according to the dates of days the agent and team and the reporters were there. Also, I’ve divided this blog into two, also for easier reading and enable to post another picture.
The matchmaking agent, a husband and wife team, were Malaysians. The were Malaysian men looking for Vietname women, to BUY them to be their wives. The agents offered packages. A package was expensive ‒ about RM 20, 000 (U$ 5, 291) to RM 40, 000 (U$ 10, 582).
The package? In both Western and Eastern styles. The traditional wedding ceremony would done according to the essential ‘sam shue luk lai’ or ‘3 books 6 customs’. There would be a roasted pig, ‘lung fung juk’ or ‘dragon-phoenix candles’, ‘lung fung pau’ or ‘dragon-phoenix bed sheet’ in the bridal chamber (hotel room), Chinese wedding cakes, flowers, fruits and vegetables. Gifts were offered, covered with red clothes, also for auspicious reasons and all other miscellaneous. There would be wedding photography too.
The grand wedding banquet would be taken place in the hotel, where there would be cutting string of ties, cutting the layers of (Western) cakes, pouring the Champaign on rows of glasses and exchanging drinks. Both the bride and bridegroom wore Western style suit and white wedding gown.
The procedure? No brides’ pictures to be previewed. (But some matchmaking agents do now). Instead of that, the process itself was degrading. The would fly to Vietnam, seeing and choosing their ideal brides on the spot.
Who were the ? They were old bachelors/divorcees/widowers like Mr. Chuin, or the handicapped ones, or those who still bachelors that have reached or passed their marriageable ages, usually urged by their parents. And the pathetic case, the men were gays unknown by their parents. So their parents would do the choosing, since their sons were still singles and shied away from women. Their professions? From lowly taxi drivers to hawkers to professionals to rich businessmen like Mr. Chiun.
On 8th April 2004. First day. When reaching Ho Chi Minh airport, the agent and team and the reporters of the magazine were welcomed by the related people there. They were then settled down in a hotel lounge. The agent told Mr. Chuin that there were 200 to 300 women there awaiting for him to choose and BUY!
Next, the most crucial moment, also a horribly DEMEANING one ‒ choosing the-bride-to-be. They called it ‘thai fo’ or ‘see the products’. The young women, from legal age of 18 to mid 20s and not any older, did the ‘catwalk’. Every minute, 2 to 4 ‘participants’, mostly wearing their beautiful traditional dresses, ‘ao dai’ would parade in front of Mr.Chuin and others, like a beauty pageant. Those they found undesirable or unpleasant would be WAVED AWAY and ASKED TO LEAVE. But those they seemed to fancy would be asked to stay back and had a chat, introducing each others. But those were not the final decisions.
In a short time, after about 10 participants paraded in front of Mr. Chuin, he quickly chose a young woman age 19, with very fair, smooth skin, ample body, and only wore a red T-shirt and jeans. Mr. Chuin insisted that he saw her smiling at him when the group of women stepped down from another van at the same time they arrived at the hotel.
So, Mr.Chuin had found his bride! The bride or the woman chosen by Mr. Chiun was Ms. Chao Chou, aged 19, living in a village far, far away from Ho Chin Minh city. But Mr. Chuin liked ample bodied women. They clicked by love at the first sight. So the rest of women there awaiting to do the catwalk had to return.
At the same time, in the same hotel lounge there was another group of people from Singapore, in which a man in his 40s also looking for ‘a bride to buy’. His agent and team accompanied him. He had seen about 200 Vietnamese women who did the catwalk, but had not chosen one! (How arrogant!).
Then Ms. Chao called back home the good news. Nvm the groom was very old, but she was chosen from hundreds of girls! Mr. Chuin adored her to no end, they held hands as they proceeded to the restaurant. What a fast struck of cupid! They were very romantic, and having a translator to enable them to communicate. During the meal, Mr. Chuin was feeding Ms. Chao, and Ms. Chao reciprocated! The agent team and reporters envied them! And Mr. Chuin said, ‘Whoa, the more I look at her, the more beautiful she is! What a smooth, fair skin she has!’. Ms. Chao had become Mr. Chuin’s ‘sam kon pou pui’, or direct translation, ‘heart and lungs babe’.
Mr. Chuin could only slept with Ms. Chao after 3 days, or on the 4th day, after all the marital documents were done and they were legally married. So, after a tired day, they slept in different hotel rooms.
On 9th April 2004. Second day. In the next morning, they had breakfast together and Mr. Chuin said he couldn’t sleep well due to excitement. Then Mr. Chuin related to the reporters that there were actually many local women after him, but all of them interested in his wealth. Thus, they were a turn off.
Then, the agent’s Vietnamese business associate, Ah Yung told Mr. Chuin something awkward (and absurd). Ah Yung said Ms. Chao had earlier examined by a doctor, to confirm her virginity! There was even a certificate for that! Ah Yung shown it to Mr. Chao. Ah Yung added (more ludicrous) that the doctor said Ms. Chao’s was very small. It couldn’t be forced, or she’d be in pain!
Next, Mr. Chuin brought Ms Chao and the team to the goldsmith shop. Ms. Chao became a subject of envy again. Mr. Chuin generously spent about RM 10, 000 (U$ 2,645) worth of gold accessories for Ms. Chao! And next, when Ms. Chao said that she didn’t have a good set of lingerie, Mr. Chuin immediately brought her to the lingerie shop and chosen a matching bright red color bra and pant*es!
Picture ‒ Mr. Chuin and his new Vietnamese bride, Ms. Chao in Western style wedding suit and gown.
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Western and Asian Men's Preferences
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Posted:Mar 6, 2007 5:41 am
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2007 5:07 am 16476 Views
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I'm borrow this title from inkywings’ question, ‘Asian male f*tish?’ This is an additional and some alterations to my respond to her question. It’s an old question that being jumped to the Recent Topics in Advice Line’, but never appeared again when I checked it out. So I searched under inkywings and found it. This question of hers was dated on 23 April 2003!
And I add in another related issue, on White men’s views on White women and Asian women.
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Inkywings question ‒
Asian male f*tish?
I was wondering, how do the asian guys feel out there about white women? I find myself always attracted to them, but I'm always wondering what they think of me, if they think being a different race is a barrier?
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I too, am still looking for the correct answers with concrete evidences for this matter. Since I worked in the nightclubs last time, entertaining men from all over the world, I learnt about their likes and dislikes. But those were not enough. 3 different Asian men gave 3 different answers, 3 different White men gave 3 different answers.
OK, I sum them up. Majority, if not all, Asian men preferred Asian girls to Caucasian or White girls. I had asked many of the Asian . The Japanese prejudicially generalized that the White girls were too big in size, therefore they had bigger or wider va*inas, in which they’d feel loose when having s*x with them. They said like throwing a carrot into the Pacific Ocean! My goodness, what a joke!
And that Asian men generally disliked women who were taller then them. (That I too, with my height was in trouble although I was not a White girl). Also, they said White girls were hairy, too promiscuous and too bold, unlike Asian women who were shy, modest, feminine, with smoother skins and to them, hardly promiscuous. (Not true).
I had an interesting conversation with a White . Here are his views. He, an American told me that the pr**ate p*rts of the White girls were stinky! Therefore, having o*al s*x on these women were not pleasant at all. But Asian girls didn’t have that problem, so he enjoyed it a lot. True? Not true? I'm clueless to this day.
That also did not sound reasonable. You see, Asian women dislike to touch their pr*vate p*rts. I've been wondering if the Asian women, the non-prostitutes, know about the right ways to wash and douche, since they dislike touching their themselves. But of course, the White girls are more learnt and informed, hence they should be cleaner and more hygienic.
And yes, majority of White men too, preferred Asian women, who were smaller, slimmer, more docile, subservient and modest, relatively. Another a German, said that German women were too huge, like Jersey cows! (Whut?).
And another interestingly hilarious excerpt that I found in the book ‘Night Market’ (bukan pasar malam la), by Ryan Bishop and Lillian S. Robinson. Well, it’s cruelly prejudiced, I know. But I couldn’t hold back from laughter when reading it!
It was about a Californian man who was stranded in California and couldn’t get to Thailand, his paradise, as the airplanes were fully booked. Then some of his buddies there tried to set him with a White woman named Sue. But that irritated him more. And finally when he got back to Bangkok, Thailand, he told his pals in the bars there about how he was set up with that White woman in California prior to that.
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I say to this guy (his buddy in California). ‘Yeah, I see Sue. But I ain’t sure you see what I'm seeing. She’s old meat. You gotta be kiddin’. In Thailand, they toe-tag her. Take her to the morgue.....’
I told him straight, man. No bull***ts of life. ‘You want to avoid sc***ing any women over 16,....’ Then he starts going into this creepy moral sh**. ‘Man, how can you **** a young enough to be your ?’
This is coming from guys who think nothing but climbin’ on one of these sw*athogs and pumping something with an a** the size of a first class plane seat. They’re judging me. So I gave then my standard answer.
‘These girls gotta eat, don’t they? I'm putting bread on their plate. I'm making a contribution. They’d starve to death unless they w**red. Not something you can say about an old sw*athog like Sue.....’
I couldn’t stand it....I was going nuts in Caifornia. Man, it was ****ing awful. I was phoning the airlines 2 weeks in. Get me the **** back to Bangkok. Can you believe they were fully booked? I was ****ing stranded with sw*athogs.....I didn’t get l*id once.
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My goodness. (PA slapping her head). Did these guys have brains and eyes? Calling a woman big, or fat, or over weight is hurtful. Dieting is hurtful. Seeing the weight increases on the bathroom scale is also hurtful.
So, based on above points, both Western men and Asian men prefer Asian women to Western women. But think again. Asians are still a colored race. Hence, Asians are no doubt the 2nd class citizens in Western countries. So, how could the Western men prefer women of a 2nd class citizens? So, I believe that the Western men who like Asian women are just a small number in an entire Western country. Majority of White men still prefer White women.
So, every reader there, do give some opinions.
Picture ‒ Bar girls waiting to be seated in Thailand.
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Chinese Old Wives' Tales? Learn them!
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Posted:Mar 1, 2007 9:45 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2007 2:51 am 17214 Views
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So, you wanna marry a Chinese woman? You better learn the Chinese unbelievable believes and irrational superstitions. Or you’ll end up like wearing a shirt and tie, but without pants. Or wearing a formal suit and riding a bicycle. Or eating Mac Donald’s Happy Meal with chopsticks.
Or you’ll scare your future mother-in-law by pouring tomato sauce and sprinkled cheese on your wanton noodles that she cooked especially for you with her secret recipe. And she scares you with eating the double-boiled frog’s fallopian tubes and stewed pig’ big intestines and anus!
The Chinese believes and superstitions made the largest part of the Chinese culture. Mainly concerns the daily domestic lives. And domestic lives mean the treatments and remedies of FOODS, besides enjoying eating them. There’re no written records whatsoever, and they were passed from generation to generation by words of mouth. Doubtful? Sure.
So, this sort of passing from one generation to next is called ‘old wives tales’ in the West. Maybe these tales are near to extinct in the modern, scientific and futuristic style of living in the West. But to the Chinese, their old wives tales are as alive as their lives themselves. The domestic livings of the Chinese are still based on riddles of herbal, animal and mineral substances, of which has become symbolic significance rather than proven medical properties.
I grew up with hearing these old wives tales, too many, too ridiculous, and too irritating. But now I shall say many of them are true, although they could be as absurd as fathers can br*ast-milked babies.
You know how the Chinese Traditional Medicine (TCM) was developed? Although there were some records on the TCM in the Jurassic Park era, but the believes of the exaggerations of old wives tales still outweigh and in favor of to this day! Like this. There was a fella named Shen Nong started it all. It was said he was the Chinese first emperor.
A historical writer nerd named Liou Shu wrote that Shen Nong was so obsessed with everything herbal that he thought could treat diseases that he began to taste various herbs, even swallowed 70 species of poisonous ones in a day! That was how he discovered the therapeutic value of herbs and then his achievements were handed down VERBALLY to the next generations.
That was absurd. Shen Nong would have died immediately by tasting the poisonous plants. Since he was the emperor, he’d have commanded his people to taste the plants instead! How many had sacrificed their lives if Shen Nong made the taste and test compulsory to his people? So, the TCM is actually the feedback by trials and errors by our unsung heroes, our forefathers and not guinea pigs.
And since dissecting a dead person was a no-no, and it was believed the hapless dead fella would rebirth without kidneys or stomach wide opened. So how the heck they knew where was where, if the lungs located on the b*tts or if brain in between the legs? It was said that those saintly Chinese used their brains or intellect (whut?) to figure things out.
The entire concept of TCM is da*n complicated. And the embellishments by the old wives would create faults and failures, which could be fatal. But strangely, some of their tales really work! Like never to drink cold drinks too often, better if to avoid it all, or it would cause the stagnant of ‘chi’ or energy. Coffee is bad for you. So is chocolate. No cold milk with cereal in the morning. Never eat cold rice. Breads, in whatever types are forever secondary to rice.
More ludicrous tales. You know, the prohibited, forbidden or tabooed. No bathing at night. Never stick a pair of chopsticks on a bowl of rice. Never arrange the dishes in neat, symmetrical positions. Never hold a life chicken upside down. Never praise new born babies too much, like, ‘Oh, he’s so, so cute’, ‘She must be very intelligent girl’. I didn’t know that till my sister-in-law snapped at me when I kept praising her newborn . (Whut??).
So, still wanna marry a Chinese woman? Learn more then. Or you’ll become all confused, entangled like threads.
Picture ‒ Emperor Shen Nong. Do ya think all his consorts and concubines were happy being married to him?
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RUDE
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Posted:Jan 9, 2007 8:19 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2007 7:49 pm 16538 Views
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I felt very troubled. Several days back, I was resentful for an incident, provoked by someone who was RUDE. And that quickly spring to mind about my encounter with also a similar RUDE regular in the Magazine site about 2 months ago. This is disturbing me for a period of time. I thought of swallowing my pride and forget the entire darn episode.
Sometimes I can forgive and forget, but sometimes I cannot. The sunken teeth-bitten marks just do not fade. Again, my back street life in the past had taught me lessons. In those lessons, there were NO forgive and forget. But to provoke and/or reciprocate, when there are needs to attack or being attacked. One leg of mine still stepping on the boat of back street life style. Yes, half of me still belong to the subtle underworld. Half of me a beast. And of course I want to remain there till I leave for eternity. Those are the necessities for MY SURVIVAL. (I understand the majority of the readers do not agree with me. But do they belong to anywhere in the light, subtle or heavy, hard core underworld?
The Malaysian society. Hierarchy of classes, from hard-core low class to low class, to medium-low class to medium class, to medium-upper class to upper class to superb upper class.
And another class, which belong somewhere from hard core low to medium class. This class is called the PARIAH. Yes, the pariahs that resented by many, due to their offensive manners, yet narrowly prided themselves of their disrespectful, discourteous, insulting, obnoxious manners. The most remarkable or typically of their behaviors are being very simply, RUDE.
They do NOT respect others. They shout when they speak. They scream with their highest pitches of voices when they disagree of any matters. They yell whenever they like, wherever they are. They have low opinions on everything that they think foreign, or not conforming, or belong to what they consider bad, incorrect, or inappropriate. They don’t understand these words, ‘no manners’ and ‘unethical’. They are not in their vocabulary. And logically, pariah parents bear pariah . That’s how they are rooted.
And little expected, known and understood, these pariahs do NOT only possess above negative attitudes, but also along with other unpleasant unrelated attitudes adhered. Seemingly they come in packages. They are also maliciously envious, selfish, frugal and greedy, and/or are liars.
Sure, there are not few, but MANY nightclub girls are the pariahs. But they LEARNT their lessons. Being offensive in the nightclubs spells BIG trouble. There would be injuries. There would be stalking followed by threats. There would be harms to their families. Yes, they would see BLOOD! OK, be good or have another blood bath. These girls at least CHANGED after being taught. But the pariahs of the daytime society DON’T! Yes, they haven't been taught. The daytime society is not parallel with VIOLENCE. Get it?
Please note. The most astonishing feature and peculiarity of certain, or a few pariahs are yet to be mentioned. It made me jumped. You know, even the hearing and/or speaking impaired pariahs can display the offensive manners! They use WRITING. They scream and shout in words. Their jealousy also appeared or described in ABC. And the lying. Easy. Just write or type false name, age, location, education and/or so on.
Am I being myself? Yes. PA with a different face.
Picture: The Malaysians. Who’s rude, who’s not?
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84 stray cats?
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Posted:Jan 7, 2007 7:54 am
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2007 7:38 pm 15132 Views
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You know, a Malay guy will arrive on his bike at around 4:30 p.m. on the street side of Jalan Sultan Ismail daily, the most famous, busiest mid-class shopping location in Kuala Lumpur. Both locals and foreigners are seen in every nook and cranny. Yes, our own Golden Triangle. But he isn't alone. He brought along about a dozen CATS with him! Those are the stray cats he rescued from the streets, garbage, drains, everywhere.
It’s uncommon, or maybe a little peculiar to see such person doing such thing there in the heart of our cosmopolitan city center. Such man who loves cats and is doing a charity, in which anyone who wants to take pictures with his cats would be charged RM 5. And for video shots, RM 10. Or any amounts, with or without picture taking or video shooting. He has all the necessary licenses, black and white of what he needs to do the charity.
His name is Jamil. He is a part time photographer. And his love and compassion for cats have driven him to do such unusual thing, besides being a photographer. But Jamil isn't a timid, shy guy or an introvert person. He is very bold, aggressive, intimidating, great defender of his cats and his own reputation, and sometimes hostile, to the point of shouting at people who take photos of his cats without paying the basic charges. He will NEVER allow anyone to despise him. Or if he comes across any, heaven helps the fools who do it. He uses his loud speaker to attract the many, many passer-by from 4:30p.m. until late evening.
But at the same time, he’s also a friendly person if one gets to know him better. He’s also a funny guy, who hilariously superimposed his face on the Sultan of Malaysia in his name card!
All the stray cats he rescued are well trained. The cats won't leave his bike, and will do whatever he commands with his loud, aggressive voice. They’re toilet trained, tamed, and are healthy looking. But of course, the costs for the cats’ foods, the visits to the veterinarian, medications and so on are very expensive. He’s having 84 cats at present at present and he has been putting his entire life on taking care of his cats.
Nope, no girlfriend, No time for that. He said. Cool! But the expenditures are not cool. He has to pay thousands of Ringgits per month on those lucky cats!
He also told me that unlike SPCA, he would neither spay (removal of reproduction organs) nor practice euthanasia. His religion, Muslim disallowed him to, he continued. So his cats would continue to give births and the yolk on his shoulders would become heavier! Despite of that, he continues to take care of both the newborns and the grown up cats. Sure, I extremely respect his strong stand of self-principle and integrity. I’ve never come across somebody else like Jamil. Very likely there’s no other Jamil in Kuala Lumpur.
So he worked hard, called out with his loud speaker. Usually the foreigners donated more, with the higher currencies of greenbacks and Euros. But of course there’re others, esp. the locals who have low opinions of him. He had been pigeonholed as a beggar. Once I had heard that from a group of youngsters in the bus. Others, found him rude.
But as a broad minded person, I didn’t only look at his aggressive, intimidating behavior, but also had observed the other side of the coin. Jamil is neither very handsome nor friendly, but his heart is indeed, beautiful. And that was how we became friends. He was the one who took my pictures with the cats that I put on my profile.
Jamil, oh, Jamil! You make me laugh, and you make me fearful. I always love to see you and all your cute, well-trained cats. Only that I’ve to leave the city center (Sungai Wang) earlier these days, before you arrived at 4:30 p.m. If I’ve some money left, I’d be glad to give it to you, or ask somebody else to do it for me, like Ah Chan, the masseur. But I hope Ah Chan wouldn’t mind if it’s on a long-term basis.
There’s no guarantee of anything, but I’ve a lot of avid readers of my blogs and postings in the Magazine section of a Friend Finder website, called Asian Friend Finder.
The rules are strict there and any personal information are not allowed to be put in blogs, postings or any messages there. Please inform me to know more. No promise of anything, but I hope everything would turn out positive.
Puteri_ayu
(Grace Chan la tu)
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