Monday, May 31, 2010

Thimble for your Thumb

Just thinking, while in a below average ict lesson, why are thimbles called..well thimbles??
Is it because they go on your thumb??
So, if you put it on your pinky, it becomes a pimble??
Interesting isnt it...?

Bad Insults

Some people need to figure out what words actually mean.
Seriously, being called a gay ass faggot (excuse my language) is the same as being called a happy donkey pile of sticks.  Ot if you wanted to take it the other way - homosexual donkey homosexual - did you just called me a homosexual twice in one insult?  A word that isn't even an insult to say, I don't know - homosexuals?
I'm sorry, I digress

Ah yes, bad insults - when an insult is just made of swear words.  What is the point in that?  Proving you're able to use mono syllabic words?  Well done you're more intelligent then I thought you were.
Oh, and the F word.  Geez!  When someone shouts out 'F you!' It's the equivalent of 'Sex you!'...

...WTH?!

What a great insult, I'm really hurt.

Anyway I think this is becoming too rant-ish so I'll stop now before I insult someone (badly used pun)

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Parodies

I just don't see the appeal to spoofing. Masses of viewers will track them on Youtube, but for what? A crude, manipulated version of something they've seen already? Excuse me, but to me, that's just plagiarism.

The makers of the spoofs are just as bad. Are they so uncreative that they take the time and effort to find alternative words for song lyrics? Or do they just have too much time. I never thought it could be both a waste of effort making something and a waste of time to see the effort, but now, anything is possible it seems.

Even the changes they make aren't that great. Replacing New York with New Dork? Insulting AND dumb.

Did you know that Weird Al first tried to make it but epically didn't as a respectable artist? And now, he is a sham.

And now a Justin Bieber analogy. Parodies are like a girl trying to be like Justin Bieber but growing a moustache in the process. Got it all wrong, and you were closer before you tried.

Step Three: Parents (Part One of many)

I am currently sitting on the computer trying to type up Step 3 on the Road to Enlightenment but am finding it hard to concentrate as my parents are sitting at the table

Having a sword fight

With thunder sticks

Enough said

Just a few minutes they were arguing about the answers to a crossword…this is how it went down:

M: Hmmmm, what's a wild beast

D: What does it start with?

M: G…I got it…goat

D & P: Uuuuuh...no

D: Wait, doesn’t that say wildebeest?

M: Oooh…what's a wildebeest?

D: A gnu

P: Gnu

D: Gnu

M: Are you sure it's not goat?

How do I survive, I do not know…but they do keep me sane, as for my friends

(watch this space!)

Step 2: Asian Stereotyping

This issue has been brought up many times: in movies, on TV, but it has never actually been written out in black and white. I think as an Asian myself; we should rise up and fight against this monstrosity, starting right now


Chinese people are: bad drivers, short and have 2 names i.e. Chinese name and European name.

Point 1: When your driving on the highway and suddenly someone swerves in front of you, after all the swearing the word Chinese usually comes up. No one knows where this assumption originated but it is clearly giving the Chinese a bad name. For example, someone (let's call them X) came up to me and told them she couldn’t get a ride with Y because she was Chinese. What does that imply, that Y will crash, that she'll violently swerve in front of someone, if we asked X's parents, they most likely wouldn’t have an answer to "What's wrong with Y being Chinese?", but it is because of this stereotyping that Chinese drivers are frowned upon. And what about the population of China? Do they not use public transport because of the Chinese drivers?

Point 2: People that think Chinese people are short obviously haven’t flicked through the Guinness Book of World Records…the worlds tallest man is Chinese. Those people obviously haven’t met Dani Xu either

Point 3: Recalling the wonderful memories of a relief teacher in her natural habitat:
Teacher: Are you R?
R: Yeah I am
Teacher: Oh, you're Chinese. I have a Chinese friend, his name is Zephyr. He says it means 'strong wind'. Do you have a Chinese name?
R: Um no
And thank god they don't, rather nothing than STRONG WIND


Indian people are equally stereotyped: they own dairies, their last name is Patel, the men have moustaches and turbans and we play cricket

Point 1: Yes, I must agree, most Indians do own dairies and, I admit, one day I walked into a dairy and there was a white dude at the counter, I had to double take (because he was white, not any other reason) but when people meet me after they ask my name they say, 'Where's your dairy?" But looking at the positives, Indians are entrepreneurs they like to earn money and blow it on trips to India, so shame. Money is an Indian's best friend, who needs dogs and diamonds
Point 2: Firstly I must state, my last name is not Patel so this is an easy argument for me, my last name means 'hello' in Fijian (see Chinese - point 3) Patel is the most common GUJURATI last name, Gujarat being a western (and the coolest) state of India. Not all of India is made up of Gujaratis, but we are slowly taking over the world, one dairy at a time (see Indian – Point 1)

Point 3: Most 'westernised' Indian men don’t have moustaches and only Punjabi men wear turbans…that's all I have to say about that point and that moustaches do not make men look handsome.

Point 4: In the great words of one of the greatest minds of our generation 'I can be Indian, see I play cricket!' Cricket is one of the most popular pastimes of the Indian nation and the national team is well respected throughout the world, even though some of them are (from personal experience) unsocial snobs.

Step 1: Global Supermarket

While I was at Pak'n'Save, I was intently thinking (wow, I know) while I was trying to manoeuvre the stubborn trolley (just missing an old lady and little boy), the world is like a supermarket…

America is the junk food section: packets of lollies, chippies and all that warm, flat soft drink

Africa is the midday hot food section, with those crazy turning chickens behind the counter (what's up with that??)

Europe is the snobby gourmet/diet/gluten-free section where it's really lame and boring but for some reason everyone goes down that aisle at least once

Antarctica/The Arctic is obviously where they keep the milk, ice cream and random 'heat and eat' meals

New Zealand (Australia who?) is the parts of the supermarket where the floor is all worn down from people walking, you got your bread, pick'n'mix and toilet paper (why are grandparents obsessed with buying toilet paper?)

Asia, speaking for itself, is those crazy sale bins at the ends of each aisle, with those mimungous "SALE 50% off!!!", "Buy one get one free", "LIMITED OFFER!" (Even though they'll put up the same sign next week)

And to get from aisle to aisle we need them trolley airplanes, some of which do get hijacked (take that how you may). So there you have it, a step of my experience to become Buddha, the Enlightened One.

On the Road to Enlightenment

Hey fellow bloggers!!!

I'm Pri, the newest author of Oh My Bored (and proud!)
Proud to be:
  • Asian
  • Gujurati
  • TC (Tangerine Cologne)
  • Infamously hated by teachers and relief teachers alike
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