by MoodyMac » Fri Mar 02, 2012 10:40 pm
I'm blaming the kids. What a bunch of shallow, unimaginative little juvenile delinquents. Stressing about their hair, whitening their skin, riding around on motos that are worth the average local yearly income, girls looking like little hussies in their hot pants, playing with their cellphones and sending ridiculous f***ing messages every night to MyTv. Weird combinations of text english, bastardised khmer and every sentence ending with luv u na. And thats just the 'middle class' kids.
They should all be in apsara classes, or learning philosophy and ethics with Connie, or in the Red Cross Brigade making sure the front wheel of my motor bike doesn't cross the white line at the traffic lights, handing emergency food parcels with Her Excellency or organising litter patrols and keeping their city beautiful. Instead they are driving the city aimlessly moving from hanging out at shopping malls, to clothing shops and a second rate carnival park called Dream Land.
Hell, they have more than MyTV and MTV Asia Korean influences. They are just little uncreative sheep following the mob. They could watch MAX and dress up like a cowboy, a ninja or a cowboy ninja Chuck Norris. They could watch CTV and dress in traditional Khmer costumes, or could really break out of the mold and dress in traditional Chinese garb complete with shaved foreheads, ponytails and swords. There is another 60 odd channels to influence them. Or heaven forbid that they read a book. But no, they choose to blindly follow the Korean fashion mob.
People ask how such terrible things have happened in Cambodian history. It won't be anything compared to the hellish future that awaits this nation with the total conversion of the Cambodian youth into little wannabe Korean dancing puppets on mopeds.
Right my rant is over, I'm off to the pagoda to throw some 100 riel notes in a hole in the ground, light some incense, then throw some darts at balloons to win my wife a wok or a bottle of soy sauce, then go and watch a Khmer drama live on stage, finishing up by driving home catching bugs in my mouth and eyes. Might even stop at the night stalls for a bowl of rice porridge and dried beef.
I'm blaming the kids. What a bunch of shallow, unimaginative little juvenile delinquents. Stressing about their hair, whitening their skin, riding around on motos that are worth the average local yearly income, girls looking like little hussies in their hot pants, playing with their cellphones and sending ridiculous f***ing messages every night to MyTv. Weird combinations of text english, bastardised khmer and every sentence ending with luv u na. And thats just the 'middle class' kids.
They should all be in apsara classes, or learning philosophy and ethics with Connie, or in the Red Cross Brigade making sure the front wheel of my motor bike doesn't cross the white line at the traffic lights, handing emergency food parcels with Her Excellency or organising litter patrols and keeping their city beautiful. Instead they are driving the city aimlessly moving from hanging out at shopping malls, to clothing shops and a second rate carnival park called Dream Land.
Hell, they have more than MyTV and MTV Asia Korean influences. They are just little uncreative sheep following the mob. They could watch MAX and dress up like a cowboy, a ninja or a cowboy ninja Chuck Norris. They could watch CTV and dress in traditional Khmer costumes, or could really break out of the mold and dress in traditional Chinese garb complete with shaved foreheads, ponytails and swords. There is another 60 odd channels to influence them. Or heaven forbid that they read a book. But no, they choose to blindly follow the Korean fashion mob.
People ask how such terrible things have happened in Cambodian history. It won't be anything compared to the hellish future that awaits this nation with the total conversion of the Cambodian youth into little wannabe Korean dancing puppets on mopeds.
Right my rant is over, I'm off to the pagoda to throw some 100 riel notes in a hole in the ground, light some incense, then throw some darts at balloons to win my wife a wok or a bottle of soy sauce, then go and watch a Khmer drama live on stage, finishing up by driving home catching bugs in my mouth and eyes. Might even stop at the night stalls for a bowl of rice porridge and dried beef.