different people. different place. different behaviour. different me. same difference.

Some may beg to differ. But its very apparant to me that how one acts is directly influenced or caused by his suroundings or by the people around him.
Call me easily influenced, but dont deny that you are too.

many people behave in such a way which they think are distinctively distinct. Which sadly, isnt really the case. When one acts in a fucked up way, one is inclined to use the defense mechanism known as "hey, thats how I am."

-shrugs-

You are like that because of the people around you. I speak english when I am with my friends who are comfortable with english. (thank god. i speak england actually. English is used only when i am writing.)
I speak in my sputtering chinese when i am with others. Not because I want too, but because they all speak chinese. (not to mention speaking english will be akin to "trying to assmilate into the group" suicide...... and I am too rude to laugh when they try to ape people who can actually speak the bastardized language known commonly to all as english.)

Trust me, I dont want to speak chinese. I look dumb speaking chinese.
(all you "chinese cant speak chinese is a shame" please shut the fuck up.)

ok. so lets try.

imagine me: Bonjour, vous parlais francai?

imaginary them: knn. gong si mi lan jiao?

imagine me: non? vous parlais anglais?

imaginary them: ccb. you donch know how to speak propery is itch?

imagine me: oh. you do speak english. ok. nice to meet you. foutre vou.

imaginary them: oi, mai piak ang mo leh. lim peh buay haui.

imagine me: huh? can you speak english?

imaginary them: orh, i says, you dont speak englands can? my england beary bad. o level c6.
eh, the foo-tray -vooooos means what ah?

imagine me: oh. it means have a nice day.


dont laugh. it may happen to you one day if you end up in one of the polytechnic somewhere in singapore.

my point is not so much the language, but how oneself evolves when thrust into an environment where one is not accustomed to and / or not wholly comfortable with. (but comfortable enough to say fuck you to the other party in french.)

thus i say, knowledge is king.
2 scenarios,
you either be paranoid about what they know and what you dont.
or you can,
use what you know but they dont know to your own advantage.

somehow, i recommend the latter to the former. go figure.




But sometimes, in the rare case where in that new party, with boors and irritants, there would be one or two persons who are on the same wavelength as you. (as in my hypo, someone who can say children instead of chill-ren."

Now, these persons, you should cherish and try to let them know that they are different. separate from the imbeciles who speak burp too much, grunts to speak , slouches to walk and entice them to join the dark side. it truly is, more fufilling, more elegant, more beautiful and not to mention much more interesting.

The smoke so sweet. The beer so cold. The couples so sweet. The lifestyle so decadant. The conversations in english.


But i digress.
Now back to the the main point.

As i said, as always , try as best to seem as you are one of em. (The unloved.)
People always welcome friendly people. lovely or otherwise.
sitting in a corner , sulking and smouldering aint gonna win you much votes.
So talk, joke.
Watch a soccergame. Play some video games. It ought to help.
But dont try too hard. Nobody likes a eager beaver. Like a schnazuer who constantly wants your attention. or a juck russel who had steriods for breakfast.

But one thing I have learnt. Albeit the hardway. Is not to share your music with others. It bertrays that fact that you are from the dark side. and need I add, that it aint a rosy idea.

"eh, why the songs you listen too so weird one? can play nicer song or not?"

"i dont have chinese songs. sorry."

"aiyoh, its not chinese songs. i listen to ang mo songs also k!"

"erm ok."

hey dude, its not my fault i cant understand chinese well aint it?
whats the fucking point if I cant understand the lyrics? I am no j-pop poser by a long shot. No as tho the songs come with subtitles you schmuck.

and no, i aint gonna play your maroon 5, hoobastank, nigger music or whatever shit.

thinking*
haiz. do i not bleed when you prick me?

what the fuck you talking?

ah nvm. just some bloake called shakespear.

huh? who dat? he got listen techno or not?

yea. i bet he did. hamlet was his greatest hit. was playing in zouk sometime back.






so try, as follows. the following instructions or pointers if you may.
rule of thumb, try to seem as tho you belong. Once that is possible, look out for the unpolished diamond. Try as you might, to bring him/her to the dark side.
But sometimes it aint really possible for the lack of the raw gem.
as was the case a awhile ago.

so do what I do.
when the sitaution cannot and will not be (by the unloved) salvaged.

Sit in one corner.
Sulk.
Smoulder.
Smoke.

You cant always win. I've learnt that much.
Sometimes, you just cant click with the clique.
so, just quit.

end of my lecture.
blog again soon.
so long and good night.

turned on the tee vee at 3am.
MTV.

Rob Thomas. Lonely.

wtf. i give the guy credit for going solo.

but he just tainted his freaking image.
he is suppose to be that uber emo front man of matchbox20. (which i listen to alot)
but now.......degenerated into some pop shit.

the best way that i can describe him is....
a freaking old justin timerlake.
i mean, wtf is he doing swaying his hips like that.
and whats the deal with the ugly shades.
crap.
i have no words to describe how disgusted i am.

dude, just stick to matchbox and do what you guys do best. emo rock.
not as if you arnt earning enuff and need to go solo to scrap more dough together.
dumb.






watched Lazio Vs Juventus.
Juventus won 1 nil. playing like a bunch of school girls.
totally undeserved. disgusting result.



but at least linda liao was on mtv.
so pwetti.
thats the female lead in chase for the uninformed. (tho i've never caught a single episode)



went for sheesha today.
with mx and ling. new place. cool. cooler than al majlis. tho alittle more pricey.
but i cant care less really.
as my mum always say.
"cheap thing no good. good thing no cheap."

monday. another day before national service comes acalling.
more apprehensive than scared i suppose.
Just got to go in with a positive mindset.
hey, at least after NS, i will be able to raid the right wing more from my right back position.
poor ed, he gonna get alot more hell from a fit qian right behind him.
for the opponents left winger. well. he can fly further than superman i guess. i can almost assure that.
well. -shrugs- not my fault.


Did i mention my dad sometimes likes to watch football on the tele?
scenario. me watching teevee. he comes and join me.
dad : wah, what cup is this? FA cup ah?
Me: no. English Premier league. FA cup different lar. that one knock out. this one league. ( i lost count how many times i explained to him.)
dad: oh, i thought chealsea win oredi? (chinese news paper headlines.)
Me: almost certainty lar. but even if win also must play out all the games.
dad: ohh. chealsea is the one with the russian mafia boss right? (too much chinese tabloids)
Me: yeap.
dad: who vs who?
Me: Pompey and Southampton.
dad: oh... they fight for what?
Me: avoid relegation lor.
(anti niemi makes a dumb mistake. concedes penalty)
dad: (VERY LOUD) WAH, PENALTY! *POINTS TO TEEVEE. THE GOALKEEPER STUPID! WHY HE DO SUCH THING! SURELY PENALTY!
me: yea. stupid mistake. (deadpan from too much soccer)
yakubu scores the resulting penalty.
dad: (VERY LOUD) WHAT NICE PENALTY. CHIO. HE KICK DAMN HARD. THE GOALKEEPER STUPID! DIVE WRONG SIDE!
me: yea. nicely taken spot kick.

*at this point of time, southampton loses the ball. pompey stages a quick counter attack. niemi rushes out to block lua lua. makes a mess of it. lua lua gets the ball back, plants a beatiful shot from outside of the box with a twisting volley.

dad: (very very loud) WAH, THE GOALIE FUCKING STUPID ( he swears when he gets excited) WHY HE SO STUPID. HE GOT 2 DEFENDERS COVERING HIM WHAT!!!!!!! BUT STILL, NICE GOAL. THIS BLACKIE VERY GOOD (lua lua is black). WHATS HIS NAME AH? LA-OO LA-OO IS IT?
me: (burst into laugther) no lar. LU-ah Lu-ah. not La-oo La-oo
*mum is near by. thins her lips when she hears my dad swear. (double standards. i heard my mim utter the f-word a couple of times. esp when she is joking or angry) But she cant stop laughing at my dad as well.

thats just one of my dad's soccer moments.
one more would be....calling david beckham , david bacon.
and another would be when it was a replay of a goal, and he cheered damn loudly because he thought the team scored again.
well. thats my dad and soccer.
but the weird thing is, he never ever lays a wager on any team.
he is truly one of those who watches soccer for entertainment.
his loyalty to a team is worth shit.
he cant pronounce a player's name.
he probably cant name you 11 players to form a team.
he is almost blasphemous to football fans.

but still, i like watching soccer with my dad.
sometimes he is fucking more entertaining than the match itself i tell you.



go on. laugh at my dad. i know you want too.

but then. bear in mind, my dad is probably cooler than yours (altho he is pretty anal).

but dont be sad about your dad.
(sounds like when in kindergarden, this fucking kid told me his dad hunted tigers and jmped from planes for a living. i was fucking depressed that my dad wasnt as cool. it didnt occur to me that the lil bugger was lying thru his fucking teeth. well, young and stupid.)





finnished reading i,lucifer. good book.
go get it.
if mx, lu and me , 3 of us all spent money on it, you know its gonna be good.
so go get it.
unless you cant read. or if you are dumb. or if you have no sense of humour.
then in that case, you will probably be more well off with the singapore ghost story series.


was bored today. wanted something to do.
so hacked podie's firmware today.
now podie has customised fonts and has mario pictures in it.
gonna change the registry soon to do some really cool stuff.
pray i dont screw up, if not podie will become a 600 dollar paper weight.

me mu and mx. built something really cool. you think your zippo lighter is cool? you dont know shit. video coming soon. Promise.

aight. my weekend consolidation is up.
will blog again soon.
maybe in a brand new blog. *hint hint.
stay tuned.
ciao.