Elevatin’ yo game
I remember standing in the middle of a hectic supermarket in the middle of Chinatown. My parents had asked us, jokingly, which one we wanted, but to me and my brother, it was no joke. We knew the gravity of our choice. The thicker it was, the more bruised you’d get, but any thinner and your hand would sting until the next day. You get the picture. It was a stick, with a single purpose. Malaysians knew it by rattan or 藤条 (téng tiáo). I always feel like I need to disclaimer that, yes indeed, our parents love us very much, and they really told us and showed us every day. The rattan was just very commonplace and it wasn’t that traumatic. It just made an impression. Literally and figuratively. We grew up learning right and wrong by that rattan, and I realize that we make our decisions now bearing similar implications in mind. The beauty of conditioning! If you think about it, you’ve been conditioned to act a certain way in society, its just the you’ve just been programed was different. ...