Something that really came across the funny part of my brain is that in a country that so called ‘invented’ soccer, there are people in Britain that has no interest in soccer. If it would be USA, Australia or even Malaysia, I would understand, these countries play other games as a major international recognized game. For instance, Jeremy Clarkson of Top Gear, thinks instead of fighting out in the English Premier League, teams should just vote for the best team and ranked it. The premier league can be scrapped then. One of the comedian that I really admire for his humor and his effort to raise money for charity, David Walliams, was once invited to watch a game by his co-star of Little Britain, Matt Lucas. He has no idea what half time is for and he just thought the guys changed the colour of their jerseys and play at the same end of the pitch for the remainder of the game.

I guess football came natural to me. My father watches it and then I followed. Along the years, I got taunted a lot of times especially by fans from the other team. I guess these people don’t know how to respect other fans. What’s the point of making fun of other team when they lose? Just self satisfaction I guess. I don’t know, maybe just need some time alone from all is happening right now.

Last week, I remembered taking about the Malayan Emergency and stuff which reminded me of my maternal grandfather. During the last few months before setting foot abroad, I manage to unveil yet another piece of my family’s history. Turns out, my maternal grandfather used to be indirectly involve in the Malayan Emergency of 1948. He was arrested by the British in the suspected aiding of the Communist Guerrillas. You see, my mum’s family used to live up in the mountain behind the famous Penang’s St. Anne Church at Bukit Mertajam. My aunt’s birth cert actually records her place of birth on the very mountain. So, it’s quite common to see those communist armies running around the jungle. Yeah, my grandfather did drop some food here and there to feed those poor hungry souls. He was eventually caught and brought to a camp in Ipoh. He was given 2 choices, get himself deported back to mainland China or stay obediently in that camp. He chose to stay back in Malaya for obvious reasons. As my eldest aunt recalled, she never heard anything, not a single information about her father for 4 years until he was released by the British and finally made it to the front gate of their house up in Bukit Mertajam, Penang.

Funny how I thought, if my maternal grandfather’s ancestors would not actually move to penang, stayed back in Borneo or even stayed back in Siam. If my paternal grandfather decided to stay in Bangkok or Pattaya instead of walking to Kedah when he was 10 years old. If that would to happen, who knows, I might be born in the exotic kingdom of Thailand (Lawrence Lye’s Gotham City). I might even be next year’s Thai ladyboy beauty queen. Destiny. What would happened if both my ancestors decided to move up north to the then Soviet Union or the now known Russia, instead of moving down south. I could end up bookmarked as Cho Ming’s favourite transvestite pornstar on his web browser. I might get to know good friends like Eujin, Yihao, Lawrence, Kathir, Akil, Kenvin and Zu when I see their names on their credit cards when they decided to enter my pay-per-view website. So not awesome. Trying not to change topic about the transexual, I think I have already had something in mind for next week.

post-script : My luckless lover. Hard done again, I guess.

Bitter,

tHj