Scene: Library. Sky is bright outside, the sun blazing. 11am. Girl One points subtly at androo and whispers something discreetly to Girl Two....
Girl Two - Oh he's Korean
Girl One - But he doesn't really look Korean?
Girl Two - Oh, but he doesn't speak Chinese!!!!
Awesome - Just awesome. Let me examine what must have gone through these (pretty) chimps' brains(?).
Facts:
Boy = Asian
Asian = Chinese or Korean
Therefore:
Boy = Chinese or Korean
Problem:
Boy does not speak Chinese, but doesn't really look Korean.
Solution:
WTF...
Ok now lets back up another day - This time I'm driving to work. I spotted a nice white JDM Civic Type-R (01-05 model - was never officially released in Aus) just in front of me on the M4.
Now - We all know it is wrong to openly talk about street racing. For the matter, I firmly believe that anything to do with street racing is wrong and utterly stupid. The following is an accurate recount of what happened that day.
The pretty Civic Type-R was on the middle lane. I was on the outside lane. I ended up next to him due to my lane going legally faster than his lane. Once he spotted me he smirked, gently applied an appropriate amount of pressure on his perfectly drilled aluminium accelerator pedal and slid in front of my car like a bunny on E. I happily
smiled, cheerfully singing away to the tunes of 'Hit me baby one more time' by the worlds most wonderfully renown artist as I watched him.
Due to his kindness, he beckoned me to have 'frontsies' in the never-ending line of traffic. I happily obliged. Everyone else on the road agreed, and co-operatively lined up and made way, letting me pass smoothly between them, gracefully taking my place in line.
For a happy 20 minutes, a white JDM Civic Type-R (drools) and a white Integra VTi-R danced merrily, happily singing the high notes of the song entitled 'Vtec - by Chopin'.
Ok now Tuesday. I managed to 'pop' my from left speaker in my car on the way to work. It's driving me crazy. Every slight bass note is accompanied by an annoying buzzing. If I turn it louder to a slightly uncomfortable volume, it would be barely evident.
Moral of that story? Turn that music of yours up. It's good for the speakers.
Ok. Back up to Sunday. I went to Cabarita with family. First long drive I've taken in the Integra - and what a hot one it was. With the air-conditioner running the whole time, we had four cars. This wouldn't be such a problem - If they weren't driving by one short angry asian kid (leading), and three old asian women (and in stereotypical fashion, the short angry asian kid had his trademark Integra, and the old asian women had a Honda Jazz, a Toyota Tarago, and... Wait for it... A Toyota Camry - No attempt to break the stereotyping just yet). That is a recipe for disaster.
Somehow I found myself looking in the rear view mirror, thinking to myself... "huh? Where the [profanity] did they go?". This happened a happy 3 times on the way there.
When we got there we found out that the water itself had an abundance of sharp shells scattered everywhere, bottles and wrappers, as well as what seemed to be a huge amount of large rocks that decided that it would be fun mess with the short asian kid. Whenever he fell - they'll be there. Where ever he stepped - they'll be there. And whenever he is feeling that he doesn't have enough cuts on his fingers, palms and feet - God dammit THEY'LL - BE - THERE!!!!
OK now for tomorrow - I'm going out to replace those dreaded speakers, and VOW to purchase a new head unit.
Ciaos for now!
