Punching Bag
How can you ever learn to speak to someone you use as a punching bag?
If you associate someone with an object that doesn’t speak, I guess it’s pointless...

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Punching Bag
How can you ever learn to speak to someone you use as a punching bag?
If you associate someone with an object that doesn’t speak, I guess it’s pointless...
There is an old habit where parents make their kids compete with each other. They make one feel ugly, the other stupid, and the other weak. The siblings become damaged and brainwashed into thinking that one is superior than the other. They fight. They fight all the way up to their adult lives and by then the poor mother cries and asks God why her kids fight so much. She blames the father. Not once does she take responsibility for what they both created. The siblings move on with their lives accepting that they can not carry on normal conversations with each other so they remain distant. No one is aware of each other’s dreams, goals, accomplishments, none! They just go on through life forgetting that they each exist. My siblings are my online friends. My mom still wonders why we fight...
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Many wealthy countries—particularly Western, white-dominated ones—treat Southeast Asia as their playground and dumping ground, then have the nerve to blame Southeast Asian countries for the poverty and pollution they helped create. These countries—which enrich themselves by devastating Southeast Asia through war and colonization, and by exploiting its labor and resources—have the capacity to process contaminated plastic waste, but because it’s expensive, they instead export the burden to Southeast Asia, which has far less means.
They’re just like the begpacker, who has the capacity to fund their trip with their own money but instead chooses to leverage their white privilege and exploit the kindness of Southeast Asian locals, and ends up draining rather than boosting the economy for the sake of personal “adventure.”
They’re just like the sweatshop-owning corporation, who has the capacity to pay a living wage and provide safe working conditions but instead chooses to exploit and abuse Southeast Asian labor because turning a profit is more important than valuing Asian lives.
They’re just like the sexpat, who has the capacity to pursue a romantic partner who is a peer but instead chooses to prey on desperate or even trafficked or underaged Southeast Asian victims because they expect no consequences for their depraved and violent behavior, and usually receive none.
These are only recent examples of the ongoing colonization of Southeast Asia. Southeast Asians around the world have long been regulated to positions of service/servitude such as maids, nannies, and nurses. We’re expected to clean up privileged people’s trash because we are seen as trash.
So when we talk about climate change, it’s not enough to call it a crisis—it’s a climate apartheid. We’re not all suffering equally and that’s by design. Southeast Asia and other countries who are majority Brown or Black are being hit first and worst thanks to white/waste supremacy.
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This one cuts deep...
“Vietnamese women performing traditional dance of the Cham people, Traditional Arts Theater, Hoi An, January 2007”
An Eastern Cham Folktale: Dalikan Urang Kathaut Rabah
Long ago there lived a poor poor man. He did not have a home, a wife and not even a child. The mad was cursed. If he married, the girl may live for only 2 months; on the 3rd month she would die. The mans 1st wife was lost to the curse. The man then married another wife and still the same thing happened. Therefore, the poor man began to worry.
Suddenly he thought, “I will go find God Po Debita and ask why my house, life, and luck is like this?.” That day he carried a bag prepared with rice and salt and began his journey toward the sunset.
Once dark, the man turned into a tiny village to ask for a place to sleep. The man found the home of a lone old lady and proceeded to ask her for a place to rest.
The old lady ignored his first question and asked, “Nephew where did you come from, and what is your purpose here?” The man replied, “I’m from a far village away from the sun. I am going to find the God Po Debita to ask about my house and property, it is not like others.” The old lady decided to be generous because she too wanted to ask Po-debita a question. That night she gave rice for the man to eat.
Once morning came the man was already packed and ready to leave but first decided to say bye to the old lady.
The old lady then said, “Right now aunty would like to send a message to ask Po Debita.” “Auntie has planted two pomegranate plants beside the two gates for five years. The pomegranate plants are neither big nor small. Has no fruit nor does it grow fruit, looks dead but it is not dead when you meet Po Debita ask for me, Why is it like this?” The man said, “Yes.”
Then, he excused himself to leave and continued walking towards the sunset.
The man walked and walked over mountains reaching high towards the kingdom of the god Po Sah-ina and Po Sah-Bingu who lived deep in the cold morning breeze. Finally he reached another village. The man decided to rest for the remainder of the day and through the night and began asking a lady who was sat on a bamboo stairway weaving cloth.
Before the man could say anything the lady spoke “Brother, where are you headed?”
“I am going to look for Po Debita to ask why it is that my house and property is so poor”
When the women heard that she felt generosity enter her heart but she remained silent. That night the woman allowed the man to sleep in her house as a way to show her sympathy. The lady of the house also gave the poor man rice, fish sauce, and dried fish so that he may cook it and have food for his journey.
Once morning came and the sun rose up the man began to grab his things and prepare to leave. The lady of the house walked out of the house with the man to see him out and then spoke “remember brother, if you see Po Debita that i have asked a favor of you.”
“And what would you like to ask about?” the man replied.
“I make a good living and live a comfortable life and yet i have no husband or children. I’ve already married 5 times but every one of them has gone. Can you ask Po Debita why that is?”
The man nodded and continued to leave the village while heading in the same long direction towards the sunset.
That day the poor man continued to walk well into the afternoon when he met a large river blocking his pass. The man thought to himself ‘what will i do to pass this river?’ In the middle of thinking the man heard a sound saying
“Oi, brother Human, where are you going brother?”
The man turned to look at the river and saw a humongous turtle.
The man replied “I am going to find Po Debita to ask about my home and property as it is not like others"
The turtle looked at the man and then at the raging river before saying "Well brother, I will take you across this river if you do one favor for me"
The man asked what the turtle wanted and the turtle replied. "I have been in this river for over 20 years and yet i have not changed not one bit! When you see Po Debita can you ask why that is?”
The man agreed.
The turtle then nudged the man to climb onto his back, once the man was on the turtle entered the river and swam across.
Once across the river the man continued his walk along the dirt path when he saw a widowed elderly man with tattered clothing and a piece of dirty cloth wrapped over his wrinkled forehead.
The old man turned and asked “Young man, where are you going?”
The man stared uneasily at the elderly gentlemen and replied “I am going to Po Debita"
"And why are you searching for me?"
The man was shocked! Po Debita did not look like a God at all!
"Po, I wanted to ask you about my home and property which is not like any others”
Po Debita replied “Young man, i will give you 3 favors and only 3. Choose or ask well.”
The man remembered the 3 promises he gave to the old lady, the widowed house owner, and the large turtle. The man thought about ignoring the old ladies request but he felt as though his heart grew heavy with just the thought. That same feeling happened when the man considered ignoring one of the other request as well.
“Po Debita, my friend who is a turtle wished to ask you why after staying for over 20 years in the river East of here is he still only a turtle?”
Po Debita’s eyes flashed and a picture of a jade jewel could be seen in the reflection his pupils. Po debita then replied “Your friend the turtle has not yet become a dragon because he still holds the jade jewel in his mouth. Tell your friend to spit the jewel and give it to you and he shall transform into a dragon.”
The man then thought to himself again 'maybe the widow won’t mind if i ignore her request?“ again the mans heart felt heavy and he proceeded to ask Po Debita his next favor "Po, my friend whom is a wealthy landowner has no husband or children. She has married 5 times and all her husbands have gone, why it like this for her?”
Po Debita gave the man a long stern look and spoke “Your friend has had all her husbands leave because her soul and their souls are not meant to be next to each other. Tell your friend that I said that she will have the best future with many children and grandchildren only if she marries you.”
The man was taken aback by Po Debita’s words about marriage to him but kept those worries to himself. “Po Debita, i ask of you this last request for my friend an elderly lady. My friend has planted 2 pomegranate trees in her front gate for 5 years and yet the tree has not produced any fruit nor does it grow or dies; why is this?”
“The pomegranate plant of your friend does not grow because underneath both trees is a mountain of gold. Tell your friend to dig up this gold and her trees will grow and have many fruits."
The man began to bow low towards Po Debita and placed his forehead towards the dirt. After raising his head, Po Debita had already gone leaving nothing behind. The man began his walk back towards the large turtle who lived in the river; once at the stream the turtle noticed the man and asked
"what did Po Debita say?"
"Po Debita said to spit the jade in your mouth and give it to me and only after you do that will you turn into a dragon” The turtle was ready to spit out the jade but the man then added “but first please take me across the river again”
After the turtle had taken the man across the river and spat out the jewel of jade did he finally transform into a long blue dragon with eyes the color of the stream. After thanking the turtle the man continued onto the widowed woman’s home.
Once at the house the lady asked “Brother what did Po Debita tell you?”
The man then told her about how Po Debita stated that her 5 last husbands left because their souls were not meant to be around one another and in order for her to have a happy life with children and grand-children she must marry him.
The lady stared out at a banana tree across from her home and then turned to the man and replied “when shall we marry?”
The man smiled and the 2 were then married the next day. After staying with his new wife for 3 more days the man left off towards the home of the elderly lady.
Once the elderly lady saw the man approaching her home she proceeded to ask “What has Po Debita said about my pomegranates?"
The man replied "Po Debita says your plants do not grow, bare fruit, nor die because underneath each plant is a mountain of gold and if you want your plants to grow you must dig up this gold and keep it.”
The old lady began to cry with tears of happiness and quickly thanked the young man and also giving him a small handful of gold she had dug up right after being told of the treasure.
The man left and lived a long happy life with his new wife who survived after the 3rd month. The two eventually grew very rich with the gold and jade they had as well as the farms they owned. After a long while the couple had a child who then had many children.
The man and his wife became blessed grandparents with happiness and fortune all because the man had a good heart and was loyal and was thus blessed by Po Debita.
Can’t help but hold my baby, watch him sleep and keep him close. There really are monsters in the closet.
When the people fight back, they call it violence
Islamophobic: their Koran permits them to beat their wives...
Me: Yes it does but could you tell me what with?
Islamophobic: ...
Me: A blade of grass, I don't know the last time you tried to beat someone with a blade of grass but it is pretty damn impossible, you must look at the people the Qur'an was revealed to, the Arabs at that time (just like most of the world) would beat their wives brutally. To tell them they couldn't beat their wives would have caused rebellion, so Allah (swt) being the greatest of planners, revealed it in a way that was so clever. It permitted them to beat their wives (as not to cause rebellion) however only with a blade of grass (which we all know to be impossible). Then the most beautiful line came saying but surely it is better for you to forgive, do you see now that the Qur'an does not permit the brutal beating of wives which in that time would have saved the lives of many women. Also I suggest you look at the rights of a wife over her husband, then tell me my religion is sexist.
We need to preserve history
The Cham people of central and south Vietnam have impressive artistic and architectural traditions, dating back more than 1700 years. Migrating from the island of Borneo to present-day Vietnam in second century...
The South China Sea was once named for its ruling empire. Now Vietnam and China are sparring over the area.
Preserving Culture
I just wanted to write something a little more on the personal side. I must be drawn to people who have interesting backgrounds. Not to say that there are people with boring backgrounds or family histories (everyone has a story that deserves a movie) but I am easily intrigued by people who come from indigenous cultures or cultures that were taken from. For example, the Hawaiians; had it not been for the invasion of U.S., we would all need passports to enter Hawaii. I admire the Hawaiians and all other people who have adapted the Western culture as they have been able to maintain some of their traditions. Much of these cultures are like the Chams. They were invaded. They were forced to adapt to change. They were told to speak different languages. They were told that the way they lived (used the land) was not efficient. And all of these cultures that were taken from, understood the importance of preserving their culture. Without efforts to preserve their way of living, the proof that a culture ever existed would never be found. My point is, no matter who you are, you know where you come from. Perhaps you were adopted but at least you have an idea. If you don't know, you need to find out. Humans are just as undiscovered as the ocean that wraps around the earth. There is a large percentage of people who come from lost tribes and indigenous cultures but say that they are apart of cultures that are related to their actual culture. That is not being true to who you are. So what if its too long of a story to tell. So what if you don't know much about the history. It's story worth telling and a history worth knowing because "if you don't know where you come from, you won't know where you're going." There are so many people out there like ME, who want to hear YOUR story. Do tell =)
2 more Champa pieces recovered from Vietnam; Makara and Ganga the goddess
Ancient Champa sculpture dated 10-11th century currently at the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena CA; Shiva and his wife Uma and his Bull mount, Nandi
This long stretch of sand dunes in today's Vietnam, used to be the Panduranga Capital of the Ancient Champa Kingdom. These women, as many others, walk this route to get to the beach for their morning fishing. You would never assume that Southeast Asia had sand dunes! Fascinating! Photo by Vo Chi Trung