6 September 2005, Tuesday

Unraveling the mystery

As you all know, I love a good mystery and I love trying to solve them. So when people start telling me that I'm really good at being bad, I start wondering what could be the reason. I mean, its not like I'm some paikia (bad boy) in real life ok?! So I started to rummage through my old photographs to see if I can gather any clues to explain this strange phenomenon.

I found this :

Here I am surrounded by beautiful topless women. And yet I still look so harmless!! I mean if there's a time where I should be looking lecherous or perverted, it would be here right?! 天啊!!!

Undeterred, I dug further, and found my primary school photograph :

Yeah, the little paikia, second row third from the right is me...

And there you have it, evidence of me being a regular bad boy before. While I was looking at this photo, I suddenly remembered my first fight way back in kindergarten (see, I even start young!). I remember little ol' me was peacefully playing with some ang kong kiah (playthings) one fine day when I felt something hit me from the back. I turned around and there was this kid grinning like an idiot looking at me.

I ignored him and felt something hit me from the back, harder this time. I turned back and realised that the spastic kid who was grinning like an idiot was the one who was antagonising me. I ignored him again, and turned back. I got hit again, this time on the head, harder than before and it hurts real bad. Real real bad.

So I stood up and walk towards the spastic kid who was laughing his ass off, and whose laughter died to shrieks of fright as I approached closer (must be my kewl expression). He threw more missiles at me, but that only served to quicken my pace. As I reached him I tored into him, punching and kicking him like an angry gorilla let loose from its cage.

The spastic kid defended like a little girl and started scratching me on my face. By now, we had attracted the attention of the teachers who quickly tried to pull us apart. My grandma would later tell me (and almost everyone in the neighbourhood) that it took about five teachers to pull me away from the kid. Bah. And I had to stay away from school for a few weeks as my face was badly scarred from the scratching (damn wanker never cut his nails, nahbeh).

So I guess you can see that I really was a paikia when I was young. When I returned, the whole kindergarten kind of ostracised me for a while. In fact, the only two kids who was willing to still befriend me was my fellow tri-shaw ride malay buddy and this little girl, whom I quarelled a lot with before the fight. Ironically, she became my best friend after that, which was weird seeing how we were always at each other throats before. But thats a story for another time.

So how did this paikia became good? What happened along the way? Was it the love of that little girl? Hahaha, I think if I were to really explain the change, I can write an autobiography liow. But I guess deep down inside, that paikia never really disappear. He still lurks in my psyche, and I think its him people see when I do the bad guy roles.

I know this to be true because my nickname (which is so harmless sounding) actually stands for :

Courtesy of Shion

And if nothing proves the paikia is still in my subconscious, then this will. :p

So the mystery is solved at last. I now know why I am so good at being bad. So next time don't let this fool you hor :

Thank you you hor, Ah 9! But joo spelt my nick longly :P

Deep down inside, I'm really a bad, bad boy.

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