57 years of independence
means freedom to use at least
six typefaces
in one ad.
- from ipfrsch, a friend of UGLY MALAYSIANA
August 25, 2014
LETTER FROM A LOVELY READER
Just now, my partner told me how he found your blog... he was driving around kl looking for sweet spots to take photos and when he found some, he tried to sets up his camera and no matter where he focus - there is always a lamppost or trashcan that gets in the way. He got home frustrated and typed in, Malaysia, Ugly in his browser, and thus found your blog!
— AMANDA
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RESPONSE FROM UGLY MALAYSIANA
Thank you very much for the story about your partner and his delightful discovery of UGLY MALAYSIANA. Lampaposts or trashycans are not that bad, they can be instagrammy friendly if they are macam PARIS lamp post, very romantic, especially for you, a couple... you can be model, prancing around in BURBERRY cold-weatherwear. Like singing in the rain gitew. BUT INDEED, THINGS CAN BE UGLIER HERE, with lampposts full of AH LONG STICKERS, perhaps one hung with a ADULT TOY banner too, printed on some tarpauline from KEDAI BIKIN BUNTING TAMAN PERMATA CHERAS/SG WAY NEW VILLAGE.
August 15, 2014
Hey dood - FAN MAIL
BORING TEXT ONLY VERSION
hey dood
i really like ur ugly malaysiana series.
depicts how i feel about how fucking ugly malaysians choose to be
about spaces and architecture.
the old architecture is beautiful,
it was the architecture in the 80s post modern era
and now thats fuck it up
rambling
- THANK YOU, FAITHFUL FAN, AND FRIEND -
August 13, 2014
Good morning kitty
Hello, UGLY MALAYSIANA reporting from KTM station Subang Jaya. Weather is sunny, temperature is mild with the occasional passive smoke from commuters who don't obey No Smoking signs.
A cat is playing with one of the attendants here, as pictured. A police siren could be heard, but it does not signify that help is on its way for victims of a crime. The noise belongs to outriders, helping your friendly MP or Vee-i-Pee weave through the Federal Highway, making their morning drive a joyride (compared to the rest, a jamride) as if they are still in their favourite first-world foreign holiday destination: roads clear, young leaves fluttering sweetly on So-and-so Avenue in a nonchalant spring breeze.
A cat is playing with one of the attendants here, as pictured. A police siren could be heard, but it does not signify that help is on its way for victims of a crime. The noise belongs to outriders, helping your friendly MP or Vee-i-Pee weave through the Federal Highway, making their morning drive a joyride (compared to the rest, a jamride) as if they are still in their favourite first-world foreign holiday destination: roads clear, young leaves fluttering sweetly on So-and-so Avenue in a nonchalant spring breeze.
Sama-sama menjejak mimpi
This is the flat where my parents stay. It's under Pakatan Rakyat. Or is it under the Majlis Perbandaran? Which is under what actually?
It is still unsightly after so long, after changes, elections, droughts, monsoons.
Sometimes when the wind is strong, I don't smell anything pleasing. I smell this heap of hopelessness, tidak apaness, things compositing, decaying. Lives decaying.
Letters were written, phone calls made. I even posted this problem on UGLY MALAYSIANA. Nothing has changed.
My parents are older. It's hard for them to move out to anywhere better. Things are really expensive. Why can't they manage the rubbish dump more properly? Tar the roads. Get rid of the rat colonies. Somehow.
I pun feel hopeless. But the lady in their 80s, the Opah, she doesn't really mind maybe. Teaching the Quran, chilling out in her 400 sq ft unit in this SS13. Unlucky number 13? The rest of Subang isn't this way. This Opah and my parents deserves what the SS19 datins are offered in their sections. Oh well, it doesn't work out that way hor.
The more things change, the more things feel the same.
August 11, 2014
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