Huan Peng Cha Bor

(Version in Hokkien)

Huan Peng Cha Bor Bo Pak Khar

T’ng Snua Cha Bor Bo Cheng Mnua

Huan Peng Cha Bor Bo Tim Eok

T’ng Snua Cha Bor Bo Chiak Lau Hiok

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(Version in English)

The womenfolk of the Southeast doesn’t bind their feet

The womenfolk of China doesn’t wear sarong

The womenfolk of the Southeast doesn’t boil herbal soups

The womenfolk from China doesn’t chew betel leaves..

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About the Proverb/Saying:~.

This traditional Hokkien proverb/saying describes in the most interesting way, the distinct difference between a local Southeast Asian women as opposed to the Chinese Settlers.

The author/owner has compiled for record, a collection of early Hokkien sayings, proverbs, rhymes and ditties to capture the essence and spirit of his hoi polloi, a community originating from the southern province of Fujian, China where individuals climbed aboard bum boats, crossing the South China Sea to settle in faraway lands to escape the brewing civil unrest and a way out from hardship carrying along with them in their journey, nothing except their trademark ponytails and their beliefs, very much rooted in Confucianism. These ditties retell their story and their lifestyle way back then so that the younger generation can gain an insight and foothold to their origin..

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Khun Chneh Khi Lai

(Version in Hokkien)

Khun Chneh

Khi Lai

Say Thau

Buak Hoon

Tiam Ean Chi

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(Version in English)

Wake up

Get up from bed

Comb one’s hair

Powder the face

Put on the lipstick

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About this rhyme:~

This rhyme is a polite wake up call directed to women in the household who are still slumbering when the sun has risen but it is sometimes used on men to enliven their morning! Generally you could see their grin from behind their dishevelled hair when this rhyme is uttered!

The author/owner has compiled for record, a collection of early Hokkien sayings, proverbs, rhymes and ditties to capture the essence and spirit of his hoi polloi, a community originating from the southern province of Fujian, China where individuals climbed aboard bum boats, crossing the South China Sea to settle in faraway lands to escape the brewing civil unrest and a way out from hardship carrying along with them in their journey, nothing except their trademark ponytails and their beliefs, very much rooted in Confucianism. These ditties retell their story and their lifestyle way back then so that the younger generation can gain an insight and foothold to their origin..

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world harmony

Race is not a threat to man but religion is. Because religion strikes at  the  very

heart of what we term as values and believe and  how  we  live,  differences  in

practices between these believes creates doubts, arguments, intolerance and

therefore disharmony. Faith is a hinder to  world  harmony. If  you  were  asked

to give up your religion for the sake of world harmony will you do it?

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Deconstructed MILF

Marriage: Years 1-5

Each day, cotton candy fluffy marshmallow clouds floating between comments of “I love you” and “You’re beautiful honey”
hubby home from work, healthy dinner served,
glass of $50 wine that is difficult to pronounce so it must be fucking great
Tongue down throat, barely make it to the bed, face in the pillow
deep, penetrating cock inside you like he “fucking means it” love making, so in love his sweat tastes like cupids own saliva
true, fucking, love
smile like a clown as you walk outside to get the mail, waving stupidly at the neighbors with your “the world is mine” look because your life is better, your BMW is newer, your skin is tighter
you still stay up past 11 each night and don’t yet know about Lifetime movies

Years: 6-10
The cotton candy begins to stick to your fingers now, damp from the low hanging clouds circling above
3 kids now and damn you are tired
Hubby still hasn’t responded to your “hope you had a good lunch” text
such a foolish ruse
when you really wanted to text “is she prettier than me, does she taste better than me?”
he sees directly through your less tanned, heavier hanging skin bull shit
it pisses you off, but you stay silent
Dinner, hit start on the microwave and watch the lasagna spin around like a good American,
but don’t get too close, the radiation may fuck with the botulism in your lips
“He used to kiss me all the time,” that voice whispers in your head as you stare at the cheese bubbling over the paper towel you placed on top
But then, a text!!!! Some excitement, a little clit tingle, just like old times
“Don’t forget to walk the dog, don’t want him pissing the rug again,” he typed
Crushed again
Hubby home, eats dinner on the couch watching Fox News and bitching about Mexicans, niggers and why Obama sucks giant donkey dicks
he takes his laptop in the bathroom for another 40 minute shit as you clean up behind him, you dive in to that box of Franzia wine the neighbor brought over for your birthday
you taste the plastic and cardboard grapes, but are indifferent
settle into the couch and watch “Cyber Seduction; His Secret Life”
cry yourself to sleep again

Years: 10-???

Kids don’t listen, hubby has more “meetings” than ever
random text from a 20-something hussy saying that your hubby’s cock tastes old and he’s a fucker, says he won’t leave your wrinkled ass like he keeps promising,
something about the kids or some other lame cheating excuse used a million times before by all the other pussy chasers
you hit “delete”, pretend the text was a mistake as you park your minivan and go in for you ass-bleaching appointment, no tears
next day, different doctor for mysterious soft tissue back injury to get that oxy prescription
at least the pills make the boxed wine taste better
two months since you’ve seen hubby’s dick,
Jesus the lawn guy is beginning to look like Erik Estrada now,
just like an old porno, ask him if he’s thirsty, invite him inside
bad carpet, bad music, face back in the pillow
it doesn’t count if you don’t kiss with tongue,
his sweaty hand on the back of your neck
“So this is what is used to be like,” that voice whispers “So this is what it used to be like.”