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I recognise my indulgence in alcohol is a cause of concern. I am equally distraught at my incorrigible insistence to partake in the celebration of my continued sluggish state brought upon by self inflicted and militaristic penchant for mindless mutilation. And you may go ahead and assume that God loves you more but He wants you to know that I am still his favourite.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The 70's

I got this in my mail box this morning and I thought this piece deserves a space in here. Thanks again for this shit, Janice. Well, now we know Janice is an old hag.

Old, like me.

"THIS IS TO ALL BORN IN THE '70s...

First, we survived with mothers who had no maids. They went to work / cooked /cleaned while taking care of us at the same time.

They took aspirin, candy floss, fizzy drinks, shaved ice with syrups and diabetes were rare. Salt added to Pepsi or Coke was remedy for fever.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.

As children, we would ride with our parents on bicycles / motorcycles for 2 or 3. The other richer kids rode in cars with no seat belts or air bags. And riding in the back of a private taxi was a special treat.

We drank water from the tap and NOT from a fucking bottle.

We would spend hours on the fields under bright sunlight flying our kites, without worrying about the UV rays which never seem to affect us.

We go to the jungle to catch spiders without worries of mosquitoes or malaria. There was an endless game with 5 pebbles and with a tennis ball we boys would run like crazy for hours.

We catch guppy in drains / canals and when it rained we fucking swim there. We shared one soft drink with four friends - from one bottle - and NO ONE actually worry about being unhygenic.

We ate salty, very sweet and oily food, candies, bread and real butter and drank very sweet coffee / tea, ice cream potong and ATE Milo mixed with lots of sugar but we never got fat because...

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE AND ROUGHING IT OUT!!


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, till the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. AND WE DIDN'T HAVE HANDPHONES TO BUG US. And we were O.K. AND WE WERE SAFE.

We would spend hours repairing our old bicycles and wooden scooters and then ride down the hill only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have PlayStations, X-Boxes, Nintendo's, multiple channels on cable TV, DVD movies, no surround sound, no phones, no personal computers, no fucking internet. We had friends and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and we still continued the stunts.

We never had birthdays parties till we are 21.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and just yelled for them!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the fucking law!

And, yes, this generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

We had freedom, went through failures and success and we learned how to deal with it all.

And by God, it feels good to be born in the 70's"

6 Comments:

Anonymous langkau said...

And we scratch each other's face like there's no tomorrow, leaving broken nails embedded deeply between our skin and flesh.

Thursday, 27 August, 2009  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Old hag??!! Screw you!

Janice

Thursday, 27 August, 2009  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't know if you remember this one, but we had BIG JOHN and fuckin' LUMBERJACKS!

Mikey, kk

Thursday, 27 August, 2009  
Blogger Demented said...

lankau : errr...that is so gay.

janice : screw me, like right now please!

mikey : mom use to wear big john. i have a pair of lumberjacks which doesnt fit me anymore.

Friday, 28 August, 2009  
Blogger by Amani ALive said...

club 27

Saturday, 29 August, 2009  
Blogger Demented said...

amani : yes. the good ones die young.

Monday, 31 August, 2009  

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