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It is a widely known fact that people differ from one another. For instance, many people like this:

A lot of people feel that driving a brightly coloured car with ridiculous neons that makes Genting Highland look shy in comparison, exhaust pipes where you could easily fit in a watermelon, making a racket a half deaf 236 year old man could hear 400 miles away is what makes them cool, part of the ‘in’ crowd. Yob is more like it. ( Yob / Yobbo : British slang for what we locally call such people as ah bengs) Yobbish behaviour like this give the true automophiles a bad name. Instead of observing the quiet, dignified looks and the purity of old Mark II Jaguars, Aston Martin DB5’s, Lotus 7’s; we have people making beelines to the brightest and loudest japanese box. Conversations about cars used to be about the purity of the lines, how smooth the V8 sounds, the feel of the steering and how good body control is instead replaced by half baked technical talks about who has the highest amount of boost from the turbos and how fast the car reaches 4000km/h or how many million watts their sound systems are producing.

They say a man’s car is an extension to his private parts. So is it safe to say that those people driving green Nissan Skylines with blue neon lights underneath have green, neon lid penises making loud noises when they’re in bed?

I for one aren’t fond of brightly lid turbocharged japanese econoboxes with 747 wings strapped on the bonnet. Prefering the purity of British light weight sports cars or unassuming road rockets by the Germans or the ability of pure downright drama of Italian cars. Cars built for a reason, where engineering and passion was not spared. Cars that had soul and purity. Cars such as the BMW M5.

Quiet, dignified and having the ability to snap your neck into two with a simple flex of your right foot at your command. The M5 is one of Germany’s finest example automotive engineering, an epic engine with bottomless reserves of power, the finest handling, superb six-speed proper manual gearbox, fabulous brakes all dressed in a dignified, unassuming dress. Its like having Jet Li in a proper suit, cuffs, expensive watch..what not and yet when he wants to, he could kick you back to the dinosaur age.

Same goes with taste in fashion. I find many the locals here prefer to look like this:

or this:

And I for one think that its silly and prefer to look like this:

or this:

Most people will take my liking as primitive and unfashionable. Well I beg to differ really. I feel that personally advertising yourself with stupid clothing and stupid hairstyle rather uncultured really. Same goes with music as well. I prefer music that was written and sung with passion rather than manufactured just for sake of making a profit, that lot of so called artist Simon Cowell spits out. So naturally I do not like what’s played on public Chinese radio stations.

At times I do feel that much of the people here are rather uncultured and uncivilized. Lacking in humour. Belittling the bigger picture and concentrating in the little nuances of life. Such is trouble I have to go through on a daily basis. Life here lacks passion. Living is just for the sake of living. Materials becomes their passion. Life becomes and endless cycle to attain more worldly possessions and in process the finer things in life are forgotten. Pity really.