Solitude sometimes is.

I am downright sick of this Asian values propaganda. Not only is it an ostensible form of social control, it is greatly abused and misused to suit to purposes of functionalist-style governance. This social construct, formulated by some old Ginger somewhere, is a source of nationalistic aggrandizement and self-reductionism. We’re not so Asian after all when we need to adopt certain Western ideas to suit our economic growth, are we? Yet, we’re so darn Asian when we need to reject certain Western ideas to enforce and promote our conservatism.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not entirely pro-liberal, neither do I blatantly condemn all values that are inherently Asian. In fact, I am truly proud to be Asian whatever that might mean for a rootless vagabond like myself.

Yet, I’m fed up to the teeth about this deliberate social engineering that constrains, represses and perverse our society. Phenomena that occurs with such regularity and certainty (like sex, alcoholism, homosexuality) that it simply cannot be labelled a phenomena anymore, still persists as taboos. It still remains associated with a social stigma and ostracism. Yet, both you and I know of its existence, its commonality, its prevalence, its acceptability in other nations, yet both you and I will never admit it, will we? We still struggle to hide our actions, we’re still laced with guilt at the prospect of getting caught, we’re still paranoid in the face of potential labelling and condemnation.

The worst thing is when the people who appear to uphold these social conventions are also guilty of the very actions and ideas they want to keep out of sight.

This society is highly perverse. Asian values, my ass. Truly.

The most ironic thing is that I cannot possibly imagine myself leaving, say, condoms about the house, even if the house is mine and I am the sole occupant. Ironic, isn’t it, how the society leaches your personality.