This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, -- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! - emily dickinson -

Monday, July 04, 2005


my sister placed all the freshly washed laundry in a pile on the floor right in front of the tv. she then sat down next to the pile, her feet splayed in front of her, her back flushed to the leg of the sofa, her focus on the tv. she was on to something but the remote was with me. so i asked her what show she would generally watch during that time of the night.

"akademi fantasia!" it was either this one or the spanish soap.

i switched the channel to 15. the screen was a riot of ads and messages running across the bottom, and up and down the left margin. the actual program was a tiny square of moving pictures squeezed between the ads.

"can't see much, can you?" i had hoped.

"try the other channel, number 4" what? they were showing this program on 2 channels?

yes, it seems that malaysians can't get enough of this crap. and my poor sister is one of them, how unfortunate.

c-r-a-p, crap!

c for that campy najib ali-wannabe. "abang main-main je. jangan le ambik hati, ek?...". yeah, right! i bet i know which adik-adik he would love to play with!
r for all the ridiculous choices of getup for the performing clowns. they are supposed to "accentuate the positives and eliminate the negatives." not the other way around!
a for the ape-like mentality of the mimics on stage and the hootin and hollerin mob below the stage. did you see how that granny in the tudung and the atok with the kopiah waved that banner?
p for the profoundly pitiful and perplexing way that a 'winner' is chosen. "kenapa saya pilih Mawi? duit saya, ikut suka saya lah!" or "kenapa? sebab dia cuuute sangat!" oh, my gawwwd!

dear God Almighty,
i beg you to send down a comet to smash into that rich indian guy's satelite that's been transmitting all these crappy shows to the homes and the minds of all Your servants,
poisoning their faith with false hopes,
flooding their spirits with salacious senses;
fooling their minds into blissfully accepting mediocrity, bad tastes and a straight out-awful sense of style!
please save them from themselves, i beg of You oh Most Merciful of all.


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