Cunning Nowhere

In the south of China, I have learned to speak the Hokkien dialect. As I am a red(well, pale yellow)-haired barbarian, I cannot adequately reproduce the sounds of a famous profanity. But I have taken it as my own. You need to use your imagination, my dear Hokkien friends. Guds hjælp, Folkets kærlighed, Danmarks styrke, Kynings havn.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

hero

I am watching DVD lent to me by Kapten Hokk. Is called 'Hero', is about something really Chinese and strange. Hokk says it is a very Hokkien movie. But I am thinking, it is something which really means 'Chinese' and not something else like Brazilian or Sinhalese or whatever. Is all about assassins and emperors, and yet is not like fantasie novel.

After I watch third time, something happens. I look in mirror, still red, still funny kind of sun-exposed beige colour. But feel Chinese. Which is very disturbing. So I call Major Anonym on phone, and he laughs. He says something funny and hangs up. Maybe I am now Chinese. Then I find out about a real Ost-Asian hero, name is Sinnathambye Rajaratnam.

He is founder of small but powerful Ost-Asian country. But he is not born there, not inheritance of that place. He in fact is at one time trying to prevent it from becoming independent. He fails. Then he makes the new country a great one. Yet, he is not Chinese. So he gets someone with a brain and a mouth to be the Prime Minister. And he eats hot curry and drinks whiskey and becomes a diplomat. That is so powerful. It is so Chinese.

Yet, he is Indian.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

pressure

Is a funny thing. Ost-Asian organization is all supposed to be pressure-filled like water balloon. But really, the pressure inside is more than pressure outside, which is supposed to be more aggressive. Suppose suppose suppose. All is supposed.

But the fact is, the pressure each one exerts on his friends makes everyone work as if they are mad around here. It is depressing, but it is never depressurizing. And now I know why my friends teaching in schools are suffering so much.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

movie-15

Is actually that movie-15 is existing that makes me laugh. Kapten Hokk tells me, "Eh, is a movie that makes you not see Gorillas." (Note of explanation: cognitive scientists make students look at two basketball teams, one black one white, and count how many times ball changes hands; actually two balls, so more complicated; students watch so hard they never see the gorilla that appears.)

I think is an urban legend, like the type Alchemist is always bluffing people with. After I download the 7 Mb movie, I realize that Alchemist is always telling the truth, but he purposely tells the truth in a way that people cannot believe. I call it the Kassandra effect.

More funny is that Alchemist does it for his school too. I look at some school documents, sounds like Alchemist writing. So I ask him. He is very modest, he says, "No lah, I just write the stuff that they want the Ministry to see." Well, is good enough that his school has every award under the sun. About maybe 20% is his work, I am thinking. He is able to make frogs look like strawberries. And maybe, also make gorillas look like mango pudding.

Friday, February 10, 2006

maelstrøm

Ost-Asian schools are not places for fainting hearts. The load of work is much. Students and the student parents are all very critical and demand many things. It is OK, I am used to working hard, but sometimes it is mindless work.

Major Anonym was gleeful, it is reported, when he had been going to buy books. Kapten Hokk saw him and asked the Alchemist where the Major was going. Cheap books and many, which makes me envious. But it is major triumph for human race, of course, when any of these Ost-Asian teachers rises above the maelstrøm and the pure light is touching upon their heads and they breathe the fresh air before being sucked down again into the deep sea.

And of course, in the sea are monsters. Sharks and giant squid, all going about after their own nefarious porpoises.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

subversive

I think you remember I have posted a piece called 'fanaticisme'. Is funny, when I come back to my blog page, the entry is gone. This is called censorship. How come my piece is gone? I am Dansk, I write about the cartoon issue, but my entry is gone. I am not happy.