Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Dumb Tit , SERIOUSLY

My neighborhood in Seremban was one of the most notorious in town. It bordered a rubber estate. This meant a predominantly Indian population who were hard core badasses (Carlos - Malaysian Indians are from India, not the Casino running fellers you have over your neck of the planet).

This meant a mean neighborhood with loose gangs who got into trouble quite often and would fight it out at other areas for reasons I had no idea what it was about.

Some of the families, mine included, who pulled in slightly more money (if you can say a two teacher family was pulling in that much back the the day) lived on the hill surrounded by the lesser fortunate.

Two things that made my living in that area a non-dramatic issue:

1. My grandfather (the Hindu one) was seen as a religious guru to everyone in the area. Folks would come far and wide to seek advice from him. My family also (except me of course) also was heavily involved in the temples in the area.

2. I used to be quite good at football. I represented the school and district and had built up a reputation as being a mean little bastard on the pitch (I was the smallest defender in the state). Men being men do respect athletic prow es especially as some friends and myself from 'on the hill' used to turn up and play football for the 'under the hill boys' in friendly games if they were short of players. Never ended up friendly with rival teams but although we did not really take on anyone in fights that broke out, we never really ran away either.

So even if my other friends in Seremban would not venture into the neighborhood late at night especially on foot or motorbike I moved around feeling very safe.

Back to my point:

I just got back from Seremban (went to visit the folks for the Hindu New Year today). And i get this story from my mum:

A rempit biked into my neighborhood and tried to snatch a gold chain.

From an Indian man.

In MY neighborhood.

This was my mum's understatement - with a look of pity she said "you know, the down boys (thats what we called them sometimes) are big and their gold chains you know soooo thick...." she trailed off.

Sorry let me illustrate my grief - WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

What WAS that DUMB FUCK thinking?????

Its a notorious Indian neighborhood. You bike in and try to snatch the gold chain from an Indian man built like a tank. And ALL of you know - Indian dude's gold chains are as thick as an anacondas asshole! It's NOT gonna break!

Imagine the surprise on Rempit's face in that split second he realizes its not going to be a snatch and run. It was a 'attempted' snatch, fall of bike and get smashed by angry Indian man.

Smash is a systematic beating - knees, ribs, then your face.

OK so a high percentage he was a druggie. I dont' know what he THOUGHT he saw standing by the small wooden sundry shop smoking a cigarette but I guess he must be contemplating religion just about now.

But drugged up tits rarely remember their shite anyway. At least he was lucky enough that the rest of the neighborhood was at work and not in the near vicinity.

Although i take no credit for this but I'd like to dedicate this beating by my neighbor to the Rempit to all the snatch theft victims in the country, to all the ladies who have been hurt and even more to the families of those who have lost loved ones to these cowardly bastards on bikes.

Peace and Happy Hindu New Year to all you Indian folks and Happy Vasakhi to my 'Bai' friends out there. (oh yeah this year the Tamelans and Bhais celebrate on the same day)

5 comments:

C. Andres Alderete said...

Thanks for the clarification. I was like, "Whoa, I know he's in Malaysia, but the PC term is 'Native American'."

Nex said...

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

ghoul said...

From www.thenutgraph.net
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SOME years ago, while studying in the United Kingdom, one of The Nut Graph's team members had a discussion with a classmate from India about a fellow Indian Malaysian student.

TNG journalist: Ya, she celebrates Diwali, too. She's a Hindu Indian.
Indian classmate: Huh? She's not Indian, she's Malaysian!
Journalist: Yes, she's Malaysian, but she's also Indian.
Classmate: Oh, she has two passports —
one from Malaysia and one from India?
Journalist: No, no, nothing like that. She's ethnically
Indian but her nationality is Malaysian.
Classmate: But that doesn't make any sense. "Indian" is a
nationality. Like me — I'm Indian. How can she be
Indian when she's Malaysian?

--------------------------

Kinda meaningful, huh?

So the Chinese Malaysians should be
referred to as the Han(s), as Chinese are the nationals of China.

word verification: thegginn

Nex said...

And the Malas, Jakun.

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Where_did_the_Malay_people_originated_from

Chindiana said...

Of course we're all Malaysian. That's what i tell folks when i travel. the journo was already self segmenting the races when she said Hindu Indian. Just say Hindu would suffice. Prob didnt meant it but that prob caused the confusion.

I could go on about this from an Indian nationals POV but prob save that for another date.

Nex! wei.... jangan ler...