So what's up Cheap Chow? You started the war and surrendered too early? Can't stand this coming Sunday the fury of angry 130,000 servants who will lambast you, curse you, and would be very mean to you... that their words will reverberate in your thoughts on and on and on and you would regret your life how on earth you were so damn racist???
Know what???? We are happy reading this in one of our dailies.... " Que hijueputa eres.. cabron de mierda!!!"
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"HONG KONG—Now contrite, a Hong Kong writer who angered the Philippines with his article poking fun at the country, says he actually admires Philippine democracy and music and would like to someday visit the country he had derisively called a “nation of servants.”
He says among the places he would like to visit is “Fort McKinley,” a name that now seems to exist only in the dimming memories of old-timers, having been renamed Fort Bonifacio more than four decades ago."
Showing posts with label Hong Kong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hong Kong. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Boycott Hong Kong's "Cheap Chow" errr... Chip Tsao
Chip Tsao is a Hong Kong-based columnist-broadcaster. On his article titled “The War at Home” which was published last March 27, 2009 in Hong Kong Magazine, he labelled Philippines “a nation of servants” . Asia City Publishing Group (ACPG), the publisher of the HK Magazine issued to the Filipino people an apology for any offense that might have been caused by Chip Tsao’s article. The article was removed after 3 days of publication in it’s on-line edition.
Below is his article. Please read and remember his name.. “Cheap Chow”…err Tsip Tsao.
The War At Home
March 27th, 2009
The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.
But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.
As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.
Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.
Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.” They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.
Below is his article. Please read and remember his name.. “Cheap Chow”…err Tsip Tsao.
The War At Home
March 27th, 2009
The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.
But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.
As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.
Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.
Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.” They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
My Travel Woes (part 2)
My Travel Woes…
(Part 2 of 2 parts)
I had an asthma attack in USA
Back in 2003, everything was all set for our early morning drive to Niagara Falls, when I suffered from an unexpected bronchial asthma attack. Everybody advised me to just stay home, take a good rest and guard the house a la “Home Alone” kid. I firmly said “NO!”
Asthma is no joke, not to mention the chest and back pains that I had to endure. At Niagara, I felt my knees were shaking while queuing for our boat ride to flirt with the Maid of the Mist. But when we reached the foot of the falls, I had forgotten all about my asthma. I can’t describe that magical feeling being so close to the giant falls, hearing the laughter and jubilations of the passengers as the wind blew a bountiful amount of water all over, the joy in the faces of my parents, the magical sight of the rainbow on the background, all these lifted me up that no amount of asthma suffering could dampen my spirit.
The Niagara Falls experience was worth the risk I took in spite of my health concerns.
I was served an awful meal in Malaysia
I am adventurous when it comes to food. However, the taste of the packed meal served at the train on our night trip to Malaysia from Singapore made my stomach summersault. The slimy rice mixed with cracked corn and anchovies could pass for a hog meal. I chose to just sleep my hunger away.
The taxi driver in Hong Kong could not speak and understand English
On the last day of our shopping spree in Hong Kong, Leo, Lloyds and I made our last minute purchases at a night market called Stanley Market.
On board the taxi, I requested the driver, “Sir, can you take us to Stanley Market?” The driver replied yes. Later, I noticed that he was taking us to a different route, I asked, “Are you taking us to Stanley Market?” the driver said, “Yes.” Then, it came clear to me that the driver was taking us to the airport. It was late for me to realize that he could not speak nor understand English, but Chinese. Perhaps the only English word he could utter was "yes”.
Fumingly, I told him to stop the car and we got off. Luckily, the next cab driver could speak English. It was such a great relief.
It was a rainy day at the beach in Rio
It had been my dream for a long time to visit Rio de Janeiro and enjoy the sun and get a good burn while sipping caipirinha at the beach.
So, I decided to make it happen in September of 2006. However, it was such a great disappointment upon landing at Jigondas Airport when I discovered that the sun was nowhere to be found. It was raining. There were no beach goers at Ipanema or Leblon in their string bikinis.
I patiently waited for the sun to shine but I lost hope on the third day. I checked-out, went to the airport, and decided to get a ticket for Sao Paolo. As I was approaching Varig’s counter, the sun shone so bright, as if enticing me to just stay and enjoy Rio. So, I made a full turn, took the bus and returned to Ipanema.
What followed was a four-day holiday extravaganza at the beach.
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