Times Have Change

I remembered mentioning to Chenghan, that times have change. What do I mean when i say times have change. Of course, time is ever changing. Time does not wait for people. But what I actually meant was that, we are O-L-D.

Actually no (we are still young lah!)… Just read on…

During my Primary school and Secondary school days, I dare say that most people in school spoke Chinese. More likely than not, the common characteristics of my school mates family is ”Hokkien speaking parents working in some hard job”. So when we gather in school, most likely everyone starts to speak in Chinese. In fact, I remember those who spoke english were often laugh at. Come to think of it, I only can remember a few that spoke English in school, 1 of them was Jocelyn ”Shakespeare” Foon Fong Ling (can’t really remember her name). HAHAAHA. Often in class, she was the odd 1 out. We called her Shakespeare cause she always spoke in English and fiak all the english words which we don’t know (actually I did, my vocab was all right, but to blend with Guowen, I had to lower my standard).

Another guy i remembered in Primary school. His name was Josh Koh. He was from a well to do family, and he stayed at Orchid Park Condo. So in class he also fiak his english. I cannot tahan, so I always disturb him in class. I didnt really like his name, and actually i couldnt really pronounce so I always call him ”John” Koh. So everyday in class i will disturb him like ”Hey JOHN Koh, kan ling yang!” ”JOHN Koh, speak Chinese! Count to 10 in Chinese!!”. I was quite lame, but I was young, so I didnt know that maybe i did hurt him with my words. But though a group of us always taunt him, he was still in our group. I think we also damn ji siao, cause really always disturb him. 1 fine day, I still remembered, during recess, he punch me. Cause i think i ji siao him until he damnn angry. Most funny thing is, he punch me and my teeth drop (in primary school, milk teeth leh). So I was ushered to the dentist, but most importantly, i DIDN’t cry. In primary school a lot of people cry 1 ok. But i DID NOT. After going to the dentist, I damn angry, cause this fella punch me in front of my favourite girl – Alicia. So i cheong go back, biting the cotton wool in my mouth, i kick him in the back. HAHAHA. Ok that was funny while i think back. He stood back up, and then he said ”tomorrow meet at the school field, 1 on 1”.

Though the tyrant that I am, I was actually quite scared. Cause as you guys should know, I was rather small (my size, not my manhood) when I was young. This Josh guy was lke twice my size. So i was kinda worried. The night before i had to do some emergency training. I lied my mattress against the wall and hit it like a punching bag. After hitting it for a couple of hours, I convince myself that I was ready for ”John the english boy”.

The next day, I met him at the field. And we had a judge, the judge was my best friend in Primary school – Foo Jiesheng. So we started fighting. My plan was simple, he was fat, so all i just hit him and run around. As we said we will fight for 5mins, my theory was that, if he can’t catch me, he can’t beat me. So I layed that first punch on his fat belly. He whince in pain, woohooo, i was thinking ”damn shiok”. I gave him a few more punches and ran around. It was obvious i was weakening the big fat monster. I got so carried away that I even chut my ”flying kick”. But as we know, God is fair, he manage to grab my leg and threw me to the ground. Wah seriously, painful sia. Luckily, the judge is my best friend, so he said ”TIMES UP!”. If not you guys wouldnt be enjoying my very enjoyable company now. In the end, I kiss and made up with John, but still, everyday we were laughing at him. Now when I think back, of course i feel guilty cause i still remembered that though we kept making fun of him, in Primary 6 during his birthday, he even invited us to a party at his house. Hahha. Sorry Josh.

This was a loong story, but still read on…

As i step into JI, the culture sort of change. I guess we were lucky, most of the guys came into the same class. The guys I’m mentioning is the guys whom have more or less the same culture. Not those JC  english speaking sort of guys. So in this sense we were lucky. But in JI, I would say that more people spoke english. Maybe because they came from better schools, but they screw up somewhere and landed in JI.

As i walked into the working society, i was somehow flooded with ang mor wanna-bies. The more slang, the more sud. The more you got western, the better. Didnt you all forgot that our ancestors were from China? Or you prefer the British rulers wahahaha.

Whenever i go orchard now, I see a lot of english potato. They look like french fries walking around orchard. I think its because nowadays most parents are graduates. So their hokkien, chinese cannot make it. And they think english is cool, so they speak english at home, and then their children only know how to speak english. And the worst thing is, they think speaking in chinese is ah beng or uncle. Yea, we uncle and ah beng, u small kid, spg and act high class WAHAHAHA.

Maybe we sound rude or even not ”classy”. But hey, u guys follow the westernise culture so much that i suspect if you have an identity. You go ”wah, Brad Pitt! Tom Cruise!” The only thing i can associate is, you’ve got Beyonce’s pot-belly!

The other time i was at spinelli, again see such a group of young punks speaking english in slang and then act like they gangster. Then they were smoking, but the funniest thing was they were not using their hands to hold the ciger. Instead they use a pen to hold it. 1 word – Funny.

I have actually nothing against them. Just complaining a little, and telling a story or 2 to you guys. Nothing much, just another normal post.