Ok, so recently there was a song on KDWB about Hmong people and making fun of them. I mean come on, are you seriously going to put that on a radio station and make fun of a specific type of people? NO WAY! Did you not hear about the girl at UCLA?
I don't know what people are thinking when they talk unnecessary stuff and mean stuff about other races. What is wrong with you? Is your brain on?
So, this guy is singing this song making fun of Hmong people and his co-workers are laughing in the background, are you serious? I don't know about you, but I would be super scared to walk out of that building you're in after work......
I hope nothing happens, like Hmong people threatening them or anything like that, because it'll just give them a bigger excuse to make fun of us. I just hope the radio station fires him!
If you all are interested, you can just look it up on youtube, and you'll be able to find his stupid obnoxious song.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Wanting to Get Away Where No One Knows Me
I have always thought and fantasized about leaving everything behind and going somewhere no one would know me. Now that it has happened, I don't want this. Not only does no one know me, they don't even know what I am. They all think I'm Chinese, and even if I were to speak, they think I'm American. I am American, but I would like to think of myself as Hmong American, not American. American is my nationality and Hmong is my race, but it's just so difficult to explain and I guess for other's to understand. Like my friend who's from Singapore and is Chinese, she's Singaporean. Her nationality is Singaporean, her race is Chinese and she wants everyone that meets her to know that she's from Singapore, not China.
I understand her way of thinking, why doesn't anyone understand mine? I guess it's just way too confusing and complicated.
Getting away from the people I wanted to so badly wasn't as I assumed it would be. It wasn't that great feeling I thought I would've had, being anyone I wanted. Instead I'm just labeled here and even after explanations they still don't know what's going on.
I miss home, not necessarily my surroundings, but my people and my family.
I understand her way of thinking, why doesn't anyone understand mine? I guess it's just way too confusing and complicated.
Getting away from the people I wanted to so badly wasn't as I assumed it would be. It wasn't that great feeling I thought I would've had, being anyone I wanted. Instead I'm just labeled here and even after explanations they still don't know what's going on.
I miss home, not necessarily my surroundings, but my people and my family.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Ha-mong
Today was a good day, until I was sitting in my flat with everyone in there laughing but me. I looked at myself and saw what they saw for the first time. I am Asian, a minority. For some reason I always thought I was just like them, I thought I fit in, but I don’t, and I stuck out like a sore thumb.
Being Hmong is difficult, we don’t have a country, we don’t have anything to claim. No one knows who we are and by Clint Eastwood’s immatureness people call us Ha-mong. I prayed to God to help me be whom I am, for me to not get lost in the easier way out of life. I prayed for Him to give me the strength to represent my people and who we are.
It makes me feel so alone, no one knows how our ways are, there’s no one I can talk to that would understand me. I guess that is what I miss the most! I miss my home, my bed, my family, my people, my things!
As awesome as this experience is, I don’t think I will ever do it alone again, I can’t stand being by myself, I want someone like me! I know I’m being selfish and immature, but seriously, people not knowing me and disrespecting me is just so painful and annoying. I can’t wait to be home!!!!!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Racism
Waking up you never are prepared for what happens in the day. Being here in New Zealand just about everyone thinks I'm Chinese. The Chinese think I'm Chinese, the Caucasians think I'm Chinese, everyone does.
I hate racism, it's a touchy topic, and it can go on forever, it hurts. It sticks with you forever.
Today I experienced racism towards me, whether they knew it or not, they acted upon it. I am a victim of another racist act, as I was before long ago. No matter how big or little the act was, it happened.
Did I cry? Of course I did, why did that Caucasian do it? Who is he to make fun of me and my friend, is he smarter, superior? Why am I crying because I am different? What do I do now? Did I report it? Yes I did, what will happen? I have no clue, all I know is that this is the beginning of a new chapter, I am NOT going to keep quiet. I want to be LOUD AND LET THEM KNOW THAT IT IS NOT OK!!!!!
History will not repeat itself, all the racism that once was should be gone, will it ever? Of course not, but one step at a time and we will be there. Martin Luther King Jr. would be sad if he saw us today, but proud that we have gotten this far. I want to make a change, that is why I reported this racist act, I want to be heard. I am stronger than this and I am not alone. They will have to listen to what I have to say, I am not going anywhere.
I HATE RACISM!!!!!!!!!!!
I hate racism, it's a touchy topic, and it can go on forever, it hurts. It sticks with you forever.
Today I experienced racism towards me, whether they knew it or not, they acted upon it. I am a victim of another racist act, as I was before long ago. No matter how big or little the act was, it happened.
Did I cry? Of course I did, why did that Caucasian do it? Who is he to make fun of me and my friend, is he smarter, superior? Why am I crying because I am different? What do I do now? Did I report it? Yes I did, what will happen? I have no clue, all I know is that this is the beginning of a new chapter, I am NOT going to keep quiet. I want to be LOUD AND LET THEM KNOW THAT IT IS NOT OK!!!!!
History will not repeat itself, all the racism that once was should be gone, will it ever? Of course not, but one step at a time and we will be there. Martin Luther King Jr. would be sad if he saw us today, but proud that we have gotten this far. I want to make a change, that is why I reported this racist act, I want to be heard. I am stronger than this and I am not alone. They will have to listen to what I have to say, I am not going anywhere.
I HATE RACISM!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Finding Asian Food In New Zealand
Now that I'm here in New Zealand, it's very difficult for me to find the spices and foods that I'm used to eating. I'll have to go look for the sections of the oriental foods or asian foods. Even if they have the spices, do they have the greens that I like to eat?
I'm not used to eating just all burgers, fries, spaghetti all the time. Even when I make rice to eat, it's not the same rice type and the way I cook it here is different because I don't have all the tools to cook it the way I like it. I know, a lot of complaining, but truly it's different.
I'll have to get used to it, but for now it's not the best. Can't wait to eat real Hmong food when I get home (which won't be for a while).
Although my kiwi host said she would show me where the asian market is, so that'll be exciting, hopefully they have the greens I like there!! :D
I'm not used to eating just all burgers, fries, spaghetti all the time. Even when I make rice to eat, it's not the same rice type and the way I cook it here is different because I don't have all the tools to cook it the way I like it. I know, a lot of complaining, but truly it's different.
I'll have to get used to it, but for now it's not the best. Can't wait to eat real Hmong food when I get home (which won't be for a while).
Although my kiwi host said she would show me where the asian market is, so that'll be exciting, hopefully they have the greens I like there!! :D
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
General Vang Pao
On January 6th my family was celebrating my little brother's 18th birthday. It was a day that my little brother became an adult (in his eyes). We had cooked great food and a beautiful and delicious white cake with chocolate frosting.
As the day passed, there were rumors going around about General Vang Pao. We heard he was in the hospital, then we heard he died, then we heard that people just think he died because he was in the hospital but he's still alive. It wasn't until the day after that my family and my father was informed that he really did die that night.
The whole entire Hmong community all over the nation mourned in sadness, as our leader rest his eyes forever. It was hard for me to see my father cry, it is times like that when I wish I could do something great for him to only feel happiness and be proud. My father rarely cries and it just makes me so sad when he does because it just means how much he's hurting inside that he had to let it out.
Do you know what this means? The fact that General Vang Pao is dead, the one guy that the Hmong people look up to is gone?
This means that all hope is gone. The hope that the rest of our people running from soldiers still have a chance to come to America. The people who are running for their lives day and night. The people who live to hear General Vang Pao say that they can live somewhere where they can actually settle down. Their hopes are lost, gone. My father's hopes are gone, he cried for our people, for the Hmong.
I want to say that there is someone out there that will be able to bring the rest of our people to safety, but like my father, my hopes are lost as well. I don't know if there is anyone, I don't know if we (the younger generation) are capable of doing such a great deed and having all that on our delicate shoulders.
It's even more sad the fact that it took General Vang Pao's death for a lot people to know how great of a person he really was. All the rumors of him about assassinating Laos was wrong, him being accused of such a thing is ridiculous to me. I never knew he was in so many wars fighting against the bad people, I never knew he had so much courage in helping our people, all of the rumors got to me and I never knew it until after he had already passed. I feel ashamed, as many others will feel.
I hope that there is still hope for our people, for those who are crying in pain because no one will save them now. I mourn for them, and hope and pray that God will save us, that God will bring us an angel to bring our people to safety.
As the day passed, there were rumors going around about General Vang Pao. We heard he was in the hospital, then we heard he died, then we heard that people just think he died because he was in the hospital but he's still alive. It wasn't until the day after that my family and my father was informed that he really did die that night.
The whole entire Hmong community all over the nation mourned in sadness, as our leader rest his eyes forever. It was hard for me to see my father cry, it is times like that when I wish I could do something great for him to only feel happiness and be proud. My father rarely cries and it just makes me so sad when he does because it just means how much he's hurting inside that he had to let it out.
Do you know what this means? The fact that General Vang Pao is dead, the one guy that the Hmong people look up to is gone?
This means that all hope is gone. The hope that the rest of our people running from soldiers still have a chance to come to America. The people who are running for their lives day and night. The people who live to hear General Vang Pao say that they can live somewhere where they can actually settle down. Their hopes are lost, gone. My father's hopes are gone, he cried for our people, for the Hmong.
I want to say that there is someone out there that will be able to bring the rest of our people to safety, but like my father, my hopes are lost as well. I don't know if there is anyone, I don't know if we (the younger generation) are capable of doing such a great deed and having all that on our delicate shoulders.
It's even more sad the fact that it took General Vang Pao's death for a lot people to know how great of a person he really was. All the rumors of him about assassinating Laos was wrong, him being accused of such a thing is ridiculous to me. I never knew he was in so many wars fighting against the bad people, I never knew he had so much courage in helping our people, all of the rumors got to me and I never knew it until after he had already passed. I feel ashamed, as many others will feel.
I hope that there is still hope for our people, for those who are crying in pain because no one will save them now. I mourn for them, and hope and pray that God will save us, that God will bring us an angel to bring our people to safety.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
The Flute
I was at the Hmong New Year at my home town and there was a little girl, maybe 9 years old playing a flute like instrument. It was made out of a gourd, but it plays just like a flute or a recorder. I was so in love and touched! I've been trying to find one so I can learn and play it too. It touches my heart so much that I want to cry out of happiness. If you have ever heard songs like this you would know what I'm talking about. Here is a Chinese song with the gourd/flute playing instrument, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07cupMSucys I love it so much!!! I am on a hunt to find one and learn how to play so I can always be inspired and happy! Life is just too short to be sad.
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