Sarawak, Land of The Proud, Land of The Crazy

You know, if there was one thing that I've never regretted - and believe me, I'm not very proud to say this, but there's really not a lot of that expression that I can really integrate truthfully when it comes down to discussing my life issues - it's being a Sarawak-ian.

First of all, there's the food.

Belacan Beehoon.

Our world-renowned Sarawak Laksa, which most foreigners would kill to have for breakfast.

Our ridiculously unhealthy at so many friggin' levels but - during consumption - utterly satisfying Kolo Mee, which can still be found at prices ranging from RM2-2.50


Pork Leg Rice or better known to the locals as Tu Ka Peng.

And then, there's the world-famous Rainforest Music Festival (RWMF), in which thousands of foreigners - from all over the world - and locals alike, flock to every year at our very own Sarawak Cultural Village.

To hear the music.

To see the culture.

To wonder how the varieties of instruments that almost look the same actually sound different.

And to generally just have a friggin' blast - Sarawakian style.

And, of course, there's the countless historical monuments - also known as the remnants of the British Occupation to the more *bitter of citizens (*if my father reads this and hears me calling him senior citizen or anything remotely close to that, there's a good chance that some form of object is gonna make its presence felt on my 23-year-old backside, so let's just keep it at bitter, yea?).

The famous Fort Margherita, as... I'm sure the picture has already pointed out. Damn.

The state museum.

The Cat Museum. OK, so it's not quite historical, but it's interesting enough to make you wonder whether it's truly Sarawakian, no? I mean, c'mon - surely no Sarawakian in his right frame of mind would've come up with such a horrendous design for an arch?

So my effin' history's not quite up there but just stay with me for a moment, gentlemen - AND ladies, which I naturally believe goes without saying, because I'd never ever cause offense to a girl, woman, the second-gender, whatever - man, I'm starting to piss a lot of people off, aren't I? :P

Anyhow, as I was concluding...

I believe I'm working towards a very, very interesting point here.

*drum rolls*

The ULTIMATE super-myth about Sarawak.

Yep.

THAT one.

The one we've been hearing for over a couple of decades (even though the majority of us have only technically been around for the most of twenty-three years, but you know what I mean).

The one that even our subordinates from West Malaysia has fallen victim to.

Hell, I can hear the Sarawakians sniggering already.

Can't say I blame you guys.

It's downright ridiculous, really.

Well, apparently, the belief is that we Sarawakians still live on trees.

Well, how about apparently-friggin-NOT? Stupid fucks.

By the way, yes - this was a spaceship that landed from out of fucking nowhere a couple of months ago and now we Sarawakians have been blessed with aliens serving us Sushi King and Starbucks just along our Simpang Tiga HIGHWAY, you dense fuck.

*exhales breath*

Now, that THAT's out of the way, how about we show the world what an average Sarawakian does during supper?

Oh, believe it.

This is Sarawak. The Land of The Proud. The Land of The Crazy. =)