Differences…

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.

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Feeling Ticked Off?

I just have to fucking vent. I feel so fucking angry with myself right now. FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK… WHY DON’T YOU JUST HAND ME A FUCKING GRENADE SO I CAN SWALLOW THE DAMN THING AND BLOW MYSELF TO FUCKING PIECES. ITS NOT LIKE YOU FUCKING CARE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE. KNNB CCB… I would happily let you FUCKING SHOOT ME if that makes you happy. Its not like I’m asking you a whole lot but then you just have to fucking disappoint me. OH WTF. Well you didn’t exactly disappoint me, WELL NOT EXACTLY YET la…

Pardon me, I’m in a jealous fit at the moment. I hope my efforts are worth it. I hate to see my efforts go down the well. It sickens me to think that I’m wasting effort, time and money on something that might not happen. It irks me even more knowing that my father is slaving his ass off everyday and yet I’m here in a scene of disparity. I sincerely wants him to be happy and that includes financially with out a doubt. My father always tells me that money is not a problem, he wants me to be happy with everything and seeing all he wants is to see me swimming in a pool of success. Which is hardly what I’m achieving at this point. It disgust me that I look into a mirror and all I see and a person that slacks off non-stop. I can’t exactly say that money is tight for me. I’m thankful for my father and his never-ending efforts. I have so much love and respect for the guy, eventhough I’m frankly very-very afraid of him. He is man of stature, he showed me that a man could achieve something from zero. My mother always drills that into my mind. As I’ve said before, I hate effort going to waste. I’m indirectly I’m wasting my father’s efforts and it absolutely kills me to see that. Reading up on kennysia’s blog about how he endured losing his father is atkin to splashing icy-cold water onto my face. It seems that I’m just taking too much for granted. It reminded the time when I lost my grandmother. How numb I felt when I heard the news and how sad I was for the coming days. I miss her dearly even now, its been 2 years since she left all of us. She would always spoil me and I would always support her when one of her useless bastard of a son and his croonies (my uncle and his son) bullies her. I wanted to attend the funeral but my mother didn’t allow me for I had college to attend. And believe it or not I have never even been to her grave yet. What a pathetic grandson I am. There are gonna be changes and I really have to get the ball rolling.

While bashing on my notebook I found this little website HERE. Knock yourselves out and excuse me while I go shoot myself in the foot, the face, the heart. (Not necessarily in that order)

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