When I went to North Thailand 3 years ago, the first english words from the kids were,
"I F**K YOU."
I was stunned. No, I was impressed. In fact, I was traumatized. They were asking me for the meaning. I laughed my ass off, and reverted them to my other friends. From there, they repeated the sentence and got a scolding.
Man, that was priceless.
Then, history repeated itself, but this time, with my father. One boy had a chat with him. He explained the history behind learning the native languages in the village. From what I heard, it all started with foul languages. Thus, the first english words my father heard from that boy was,
"I F**K YOU."
To think of it, teaching and giving them english names came to a waste. After 3 years, the legend lives on.
Perhaps this is the modern society. People start learning different languages through vulgarities and unpleasant words. To come to think of it, it's pretty amusing, and sometimes, unglamorous.
Merry Christmas, people. Thailand, with love, will always stick to my memory with three short words.
Monday, December 17, 2007, 3:45 AM
Before Kurt Cobain's entry comes in, this circulates my mind:
Next year, June or December I know it's hard but I'm still unclear Up the hills I go, 3 hours of plane ride To see you guys having a good damn fight I teach you something, and we gain something in return The experience is priceless, I won't trade in anything for that
To think of it, the times I spent at the North for 1 or 2 weeks can never be compared with the gigs I'd went over for the past 2 years. I made wonderful friends, though the only way we can communicate is through the language Chinese. I would love to go there again next year, and I must pretty much headbang the living shit out of myself for missing this year's trip. But yes, I enjoyed good days while staying in Singapore. Whatever it is, next year would be awesome.
Saturday, December 08, 2007, 11:18 PM
What if they never perish.... (Part I)
Many have said that if he had lived on, he would be one of the greatest players ever. On top of that, he would be the one lifting the World Cup trophy in 1966, instead of Bobby Moore. But Duncan Edwards never had that chance to live beyond that period of time. After the Munich air disaster in 1958, he suffered multiple injuries. Doctors tried their best to save him, but to no avail. Soon, he succumbed to defeat, passing away on the 21st of February, 1958 at a relatively young age of 21. With that age, he was already deemed to be the best. Even Bobby Charlton claimed that he was not fit to lace his boots. When people said he was the "complete" footballer without a single weakness, I had my doubts. But after watching clips of him playing, I was convinced. Seeing the way he run, shoot and dribble, seems like no opponents can successfully bring him down. With all due respect, even some of the greatest players in the game today have to resort to antics such as diving. Maybe Duncan was not that sort of player. For me, if he had lived on, I believe he would have go on and help the 58' United team achieve the European Cup of that year and maybe, for many years to follow. Also, he might even surpass Pele as one of the finest footballing greats of all time. But besides showing us how great was he on the field, he also showed how great was his strength and willpower when he fought for his life on the deathbed. Indeed, a sad case for the world of football during that year. Many died, a few survived. Not only we lost Edwards, we also lost some important players like a majority of the Busby Babes. That, indeed, has proven to be the turning point in the life of Manchester United. Next entry, we will cover the pioneer of grunge, Kurt Cobain...
Friday, December 07, 2007, 1:26 AM
I walk on the path, seeking the will to live I once was lost, and still, am never found Walking in circles, blinded by chains What can I do, to live on without fear? All that I possess, all that it remains Is it possible to bring it along, when my body turn to ashes? I struggle with fear in my heart It melts down the comfort in me I know the end is near, for sure it's upon yours truly A thunder struck me down, I was helpless Unconscious as it seems, I feel alive on the inside My soul reaches out for the goat's horn, who's licking my ass I took it like never before, and smoke a pot of weed It was heaven, as they put it. Nothing beats the shit out of that Making a mark in your live, is that what you do in your lifespan? Create a revolution, are you the chosen one? Kissing asses, is that all you can do? There's something I'll do, and that's to sleep. You might not have to, good luck to you.
It surely needs improvement for lyrics.
Saturday, December 01, 2007, 11:06 AM
Music is like love. When you hear a song for the first time, you will take a liking to the melody, just like how guys look at pretty girls. To sum it up, it's love at first sight. Maybe it looks good on the outside, as we never know what the inside is like. That represents lyrics, as some songs are beautiful melodically, while the lyrics just suck a whole lot bull of shit. If you have it positive in both ways, lyrically and melodically, I can say you are one lucky son of a gun. But yes, do lyrics matter? Definitely, why not? It expresses the feelings and thoughts through words, though the song "More Than Words" assumed that it expresses itself with more actions than words whereas the song is 5 minutes and 33 seconds long. You can have a very nice melody for a song, but if the lyrics is bad, it affects the whole process drastically. Tell me, what's the song that fits in both categories the best, positively and negatively respectively? There are some songs around that speak in both ways, but there are bound to have some which don't.
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