Monday, 31 January 2011
Female Company
..I have had some female company..
..I didn't expect to see this girl in a long time..
We have had a rollercoaster of a relationship since my early teens, when i first was
introduced to her by my brother in Brighton, England, at a Capdown show at the early
age of 13..ever since then she's been in and out of my life ever since.
..It has by no means been a healthy courtship..At times, it ground my life to a halt. It
stopped me from following my dreams, realising what is important to me, and ultimately had a big
helping hand in leading to me getting in this skiddy pants jail. I don't have any hard feelings towards her though,
as we are all responsible for our own actions..
..Never the less, her visit was more than welcome, and something that i will probably never forget,
considering the circumstances, scenario and setting..
I don't think i will be continuing the relationship any further though,
we all grow up at some point, and i think it's time we split for good.
..But i must say, for a last visit, we definitely went out with a bang :D
Sunday, 30 January 2011
He's a serial jerk off artist
My dude terrell put a 'cop out' in last August to move floors,
but nothing ever came of it. After that, he had decided to stay..I mean he was living in Brooklyn,
why the fuck would he want to move!? Especially as his original 'plea' was to move to the 11th floor,
which is known as Russia..cold, vast, unconquerable..
Out of the blue, the councillor tells him to pack his shit up and go..which is fucking dry!
T is a good freind of mine, and has helped me a lot in here..whether it's been with good advice,
or just listening to my bullshit, dude has been cool..But you can't argue though, when you're told to move,
you gotta go..so i help him pack up, and off he goes to the 11th floor...
..When someone goes, you can bet that in the same day, someone will be coming back to fill their spot.
Their is no end to inmates that need to be in general population..
So, 'Rells replacement comes. The dude looks like a fucking paedophile, like, seriously, you wouldn't trust
this guy for a second. And that's just from what he looks like..
Sha has some information on him...
"he's a serial jerk off artist"
what?
"he hides in cupboards and in other places, and jerks off while the female staff is on duty"
..Nice to know!
So anyway, Sha is in the office talking to the councillor, and this dude takes it upon himself to walk in the door,
stand at the back of the room, and listen to his conversation..not a good mood.
When he's done, Sha just walks up to the guy, and stands next to him. Doesn't move. When the councillor asks why Sha is still in the office, he simply replies
"I'm waiting for this clown to open his mouth so i can throw him through the fucking window"
He ain't joking either. The councillor manages to calm him down, and send the bug eyed freak to his cell..
Later that day, Sha catches up with him...he explains that the gentlemans conduct was very rude, and that this kind of behaviour doesn't go unpunished...he apologizes profusely, explaining he meant no harm, and would never mean to disrespect a man of Sha's reputation...he accepts the apology..
Then someone overhears the dude talking to the councillor later that day...
"i almost flipped on that big motherfucker"
..oh dear..oh dear oh dear oh dear..
I'm standing with Sha and one of his partners comes over and informs him of what this guy said about him, followed by
"Yo son, let's go break this n****r up"
I heard a lot of crashing and gurgling coming from upstairs earlier today, and i havn't seen the serial wanker since..
..Nevermind eh..
but nothing ever came of it. After that, he had decided to stay..I mean he was living in Brooklyn,
why the fuck would he want to move!? Especially as his original 'plea' was to move to the 11th floor,
which is known as Russia..cold, vast, unconquerable..
Out of the blue, the councillor tells him to pack his shit up and go..which is fucking dry!
T is a good freind of mine, and has helped me a lot in here..whether it's been with good advice,
or just listening to my bullshit, dude has been cool..But you can't argue though, when you're told to move,
you gotta go..so i help him pack up, and off he goes to the 11th floor...
..When someone goes, you can bet that in the same day, someone will be coming back to fill their spot.
Their is no end to inmates that need to be in general population..
So, 'Rells replacement comes. The dude looks like a fucking paedophile, like, seriously, you wouldn't trust
this guy for a second. And that's just from what he looks like..
Sha has some information on him...
"he's a serial jerk off artist"
what?
"he hides in cupboards and in other places, and jerks off while the female staff is on duty"
..Nice to know!
So anyway, Sha is in the office talking to the councillor, and this dude takes it upon himself to walk in the door,
stand at the back of the room, and listen to his conversation..not a good mood.
When he's done, Sha just walks up to the guy, and stands next to him. Doesn't move. When the councillor asks why Sha is still in the office, he simply replies
"I'm waiting for this clown to open his mouth so i can throw him through the fucking window"
He ain't joking either. The councillor manages to calm him down, and send the bug eyed freak to his cell..
Later that day, Sha catches up with him...he explains that the gentlemans conduct was very rude, and that this kind of behaviour doesn't go unpunished...he apologizes profusely, explaining he meant no harm, and would never mean to disrespect a man of Sha's reputation...he accepts the apology..
Then someone overhears the dude talking to the councillor later that day...
"i almost flipped on that big motherfucker"
..oh dear..oh dear oh dear oh dear..
I'm standing with Sha and one of his partners comes over and informs him of what this guy said about him, followed by
"Yo son, let's go break this n****r up"
I heard a lot of crashing and gurgling coming from upstairs earlier today, and i havn't seen the serial wanker since..
..Nevermind eh..
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Back to Brooklyn
Before i 'moved' to Manhatton, i live in Brooklyn.
Now, i reside on B tier...it is known as 'Brooklyn' in here..and it's live.
Anywhere you go in 9North, you can hear my tier.
Whether it's people screaming at the top of their lungs
"YOU'S A DIRTY N****R, YOU'S A DIRTY CHEATIN DICKHEAD N****R!"
..or the sound of a door slamming, silence, then lots of crashing around, with
the occasional "yeh motherfucker!", that usually signifies two chaps duking out their
differences, the spot is ALWAYS poppin'...
A lot of people are actually too prang to go down to my tier..
They see me as someone who is 'down', so ask me to make transactions in their favour..
As they put it "c'mon man, you got the hook-up with the brothers!"..
..It gives me some extra currency making these business deals for other people,
and eliminates the very real threat of them either being short changed, or straight up
robbed of whatever goods they had come to barter/exchange with..
The main currency people use in jail, is packs of tuna and mackarel.
It is used to gamble with, swap for other items or to pay people for
all kinds of services (NOT those kind of services you tramp)..
For example..
people send loved ones cards, and will pay you to design them something,
whether it's lettering, characters, whatever..In the last week i made two birthday
cards, three tunas a pop!
One was for a little girl named Hennessy (me no lie) and for someone's girlfreind
named Tameka..The first consisted of tattoo style script lettering, the second some
basic graffiti block letters with a few hearts and stars thrown in for good measure..
..easy peasy!
I mean, i spend most my time sketching, i may as well make some 'money' out of it right?
Plus, its three tunas for a 'germ' or a rock of crack, man's dun wanna get in debt you get me ;)
..Anyhow..i'm sick of people asking "Yo why do you always draw the same name"
EVERY fucking day of the week..
Nicknames in here come and go..Every person has a different name for you. Mostly non offencive mind..
(just so you know i don't take offence at being called a cracker or a white devil)
All the Jamaicans in here call me 'Timdag', or simply 'England', which is usually followed by..
"My yout Timdag, BIG tingz a gwan wid dis boi!"
Bless!
This dude on my tier B has taken to calling me 'Mickey Blue Eyes'.
I'm not sure if i actually have blue eyes, somedays they are green, others they are gray..who cares.
Either way it's a pretty funny nickname..he calls me that, or 'little Sha'..he came in our room at around
8am this morning, proclaiming "It smells of Turkish balls and N****r nuts in here" which was probably true..
Most of the time i work out on my tier.
It's easier that way. Plus, i don't have to be on point the whole time, worrying about whether one of the
many gang members in the unit are going to try some shit while i am out of breath or something..it happens
pretty often to people. It doesn't matter how much backup you have, when you are isolated or on your own,
they try to fuck with you..
..The empty metal tipped pen i have stashed in my waistband (no boofing for me thankyou!) is all the security
that i need at the moment..
Anyhow..
My workout regime consists of around 300 pushups, 250 situps, planks and squats. B usually finds it very amusing that i work out everyday..People try to take the piss out of me when i'm working out, usually because they know i'm getting bigger and they are just fetting fatter, but it doesn't phase me..Plus B usually says some shit back to them in my favour..
For example, today he had this to say..
"Damn Mickey, you's gonna be KILLING the pussy when you get out..SHIT..This Turkish n****r gonna
be back here on a murder charge!"
Now, i reside on B tier...it is known as 'Brooklyn' in here..and it's live.
Anywhere you go in 9North, you can hear my tier.
Whether it's people screaming at the top of their lungs
"YOU'S A DIRTY N****R, YOU'S A DIRTY CHEATIN DICKHEAD N****R!"
..or the sound of a door slamming, silence, then lots of crashing around, with
the occasional "yeh motherfucker!", that usually signifies two chaps duking out their
differences, the spot is ALWAYS poppin'...
A lot of people are actually too prang to go down to my tier..
They see me as someone who is 'down', so ask me to make transactions in their favour..
As they put it "c'mon man, you got the hook-up with the brothers!"..
..It gives me some extra currency making these business deals for other people,
and eliminates the very real threat of them either being short changed, or straight up
robbed of whatever goods they had come to barter/exchange with..
The main currency people use in jail, is packs of tuna and mackarel.
It is used to gamble with, swap for other items or to pay people for
all kinds of services (NOT those kind of services you tramp)..
For example..
people send loved ones cards, and will pay you to design them something,
whether it's lettering, characters, whatever..In the last week i made two birthday
cards, three tunas a pop!
One was for a little girl named Hennessy (me no lie) and for someone's girlfreind
named Tameka..The first consisted of tattoo style script lettering, the second some
basic graffiti block letters with a few hearts and stars thrown in for good measure..
..easy peasy!
I mean, i spend most my time sketching, i may as well make some 'money' out of it right?
Plus, its three tunas for a 'germ' or a rock of crack, man's dun wanna get in debt you get me ;)
..Anyhow..i'm sick of people asking "Yo why do you always draw the same name"
EVERY fucking day of the week..
Nicknames in here come and go..Every person has a different name for you. Mostly non offencive mind..
(just so you know i don't take offence at being called a cracker or a white devil)
All the Jamaicans in here call me 'Timdag', or simply 'England', which is usually followed by..
"My yout Timdag, BIG tingz a gwan wid dis boi!"
Bless!
This dude on my tier B has taken to calling me 'Mickey Blue Eyes'.
I'm not sure if i actually have blue eyes, somedays they are green, others they are gray..who cares.
Either way it's a pretty funny nickname..he calls me that, or 'little Sha'..he came in our room at around
8am this morning, proclaiming "It smells of Turkish balls and N****r nuts in here" which was probably true..
Most of the time i work out on my tier.
It's easier that way. Plus, i don't have to be on point the whole time, worrying about whether one of the
many gang members in the unit are going to try some shit while i am out of breath or something..it happens
pretty often to people. It doesn't matter how much backup you have, when you are isolated or on your own,
they try to fuck with you..
..The empty metal tipped pen i have stashed in my waistband (no boofing for me thankyou!) is all the security
that i need at the moment..
Anyhow..
My workout regime consists of around 300 pushups, 250 situps, planks and squats. B usually finds it very amusing that i work out everyday..People try to take the piss out of me when i'm working out, usually because they know i'm getting bigger and they are just fetting fatter, but it doesn't phase me..Plus B usually says some shit back to them in my favour..
For example, today he had this to say..
"Damn Mickey, you's gonna be KILLING the pussy when you get out..SHIT..This Turkish n****r gonna
be back here on a murder charge!"
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
The night train
Every Tuesday/Wednesdfay morning, on WKCR New York, 89.9fm,
there is a set played called The Night Train.
I look forward to it all week.
It's soul and funk, some seriously good music for the early hours..
If you look up the radio station online, you should be able to download/listen
to the set..
I seriously recommend you do.
And know that wherever you are in the world, whatever you're upto,
i'm listening to it in this shithole too..
At this very moment i'm having trouble enjoying it..they have the
heating on like crazy at the moment.
You CAN'T sleep/it's not advisable to sleep in your draws/boxers.
I found out the hard way. No pun intended.
..It's ten AM, time for the stand up count.
You have to get up out of bed, turn the lights on, and stand while they count
everyone in the unit to make sure no one has tried to escape.
Sha hits the lights..
"it's count, kid"
..In my medication induced coma, i quickly jump off the bunk and stand up..
The guard just laughs and shouts "DUDE!"...
Sha is laughing his ass off..as i stand there half awake with a steaming boner..
Luckily for me, the guard laughed it off..but if it was a female guard, mans woulda
been on a one way ticket to the box..quicker than you can say
'sustained erection'
there is a set played called The Night Train.
I look forward to it all week.
It's soul and funk, some seriously good music for the early hours..
If you look up the radio station online, you should be able to download/listen
to the set..
I seriously recommend you do.
And know that wherever you are in the world, whatever you're upto,
i'm listening to it in this shithole too..
At this very moment i'm having trouble enjoying it..they have the
heating on like crazy at the moment.
You CAN'T sleep/it's not advisable to sleep in your draws/boxers.
I found out the hard way. No pun intended.
..It's ten AM, time for the stand up count.
You have to get up out of bed, turn the lights on, and stand while they count
everyone in the unit to make sure no one has tried to escape.
Sha hits the lights..
"it's count, kid"
..In my medication induced coma, i quickly jump off the bunk and stand up..
The guard just laughs and shouts "DUDE!"...
Sha is laughing his ass off..as i stand there half awake with a steaming boner..
Luckily for me, the guard laughed it off..but if it was a female guard, mans woulda
been on a one way ticket to the box..quicker than you can say
'sustained erection'
quotes
Sitting around the card table, you hear some pretty fucking funny shit.
Granted, most of it is from Sha..but still.
"Yo timdog, you better put on the blog that i saved you"
What?
"Yeah, tell em some nasty n****rs tried to break you off and i saved you. that'll
get me some freak English pussy"
During a conversation about my exploits in NYC
"Man, n****rs your age are on some real freakazoid shit"
One of Sha's partners has a cellmate that wakes up in the middle of the night singing..
"Ain't no one singin in this motherfucker, a n****r do some real Rick Flair shit an piledrive you,
break your fucking neck"
The unit cracking down on cigarettes and drugs..
"Motherfucking crackers trying to fuck up a n****rs bid..fuck you motherfucker, what, cos
i came to jail i ain't supposed to break no laws? Fuck off man"
Granted, most of it is from Sha..but still.
"Yo timdog, you better put on the blog that i saved you"
What?
"Yeah, tell em some nasty n****rs tried to break you off and i saved you. that'll
get me some freak English pussy"
During a conversation about my exploits in NYC
"Man, n****rs your age are on some real freakazoid shit"
One of Sha's partners has a cellmate that wakes up in the middle of the night singing..
"Ain't no one singin in this motherfucker, a n****r do some real Rick Flair shit an piledrive you,
break your fucking neck"
The unit cracking down on cigarettes and drugs..
"Motherfucking crackers trying to fuck up a n****rs bid..fuck you motherfucker, what, cos
i came to jail i ain't supposed to break no laws? Fuck off man"
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
These clown n****rs are chumps
i get on with my cellmate Sha very well...Which is lucky for me,
i mean, you are forced to dwell in such cramped confinement with
another individual, that the smallest of problems can turn VERY nasty,
VERY quickly...
I am still more than suprised that the councillor (who's a complete idiot)
was cool with us sharing a cell..
You're supposed to be assigned a cell mate with a similar background to you..
..But yet they deemed it fit for this 25 year old English first time offender, with
no drugs or violence on his record..to share a cell with a man known as
'criminal' Sha, who has at least TEN YEARS jailtime under his belt and a HUGE
record of extreme violence and substance abuse..Perfect match!
It's always funny when i'm on a different tier, and i tell people who's my cellie..
"err...as in CRIMINAL Sha?!?"
yeh mang
"How's that working out? Are you ok Tim? Is he extorting you?"
Nah man, its all good, for real!
"You THINK it's all good, havn't seen him go crazy..wait 'til you see the blood.."
Sha finds all of this very amusing...
"These motherfucking n****rs think i'm crazy, these n****rs is chumps. Not
everybody, but the majority of these clown n****rs are chumps.."
He's right though. Most people in here kiss his ass like there's no tomorrow..
They usually call him things like 'Big Sha' or 'Big Dog', which he usually
replies to with a firm..
"You shut the fuck up"
...So it's lock in time..this happens a few times a day, this time it's
before 330..Sha is usually late back, mans gotta finnish his poker game..
The guard locks the door without him being back..if this happened to me,
i'd be going straight to the box..
But this ain't me..
A couple minutes later, my man arrives, smiling.
"Yo dog i'm about to blow up the spot kid!"
...fantastic news..
The guard unlocks the door, and Sha runs in and imediately pulls his
pants down, sits on the toilet and starts violently shitting..
He looks at me smiling
"You asked for it kid :D !"
HOW/WHAT THE FUCK!?
I think i would recall requesting to have the image of a 260 pound notorious bank
robber, grinning, spitting chunks of white hot bean fuelled turd into the toilet,
seared into my brain..
The guard comes back around to do the count..he sees me with a t-shirt tied around
my face, backjump style, shaking my head..and Sha sitting there naked on the toilet..
He's laughing his ass off, looking at me, and says
"Yo Harry Potter how you like New York"
Prick.
i mean, you are forced to dwell in such cramped confinement with
another individual, that the smallest of problems can turn VERY nasty,
VERY quickly...
I am still more than suprised that the councillor (who's a complete idiot)
was cool with us sharing a cell..
You're supposed to be assigned a cell mate with a similar background to you..
..But yet they deemed it fit for this 25 year old English first time offender, with
no drugs or violence on his record..to share a cell with a man known as
'criminal' Sha, who has at least TEN YEARS jailtime under his belt and a HUGE
record of extreme violence and substance abuse..Perfect match!
It's always funny when i'm on a different tier, and i tell people who's my cellie..
"err...as in CRIMINAL Sha?!?"
yeh mang
"How's that working out? Are you ok Tim? Is he extorting you?"
Nah man, its all good, for real!
"You THINK it's all good, havn't seen him go crazy..wait 'til you see the blood.."
Sha finds all of this very amusing...
"These motherfucking n****rs think i'm crazy, these n****rs is chumps. Not
everybody, but the majority of these clown n****rs are chumps.."
He's right though. Most people in here kiss his ass like there's no tomorrow..
They usually call him things like 'Big Sha' or 'Big Dog', which he usually
replies to with a firm..
"You shut the fuck up"
...So it's lock in time..this happens a few times a day, this time it's
before 330..Sha is usually late back, mans gotta finnish his poker game..
The guard locks the door without him being back..if this happened to me,
i'd be going straight to the box..
But this ain't me..
A couple minutes later, my man arrives, smiling.
"Yo dog i'm about to blow up the spot kid!"
...fantastic news..
The guard unlocks the door, and Sha runs in and imediately pulls his
pants down, sits on the toilet and starts violently shitting..
He looks at me smiling
"You asked for it kid :D !"
HOW/WHAT THE FUCK!?
I think i would recall requesting to have the image of a 260 pound notorious bank
robber, grinning, spitting chunks of white hot bean fuelled turd into the toilet,
seared into my brain..
The guard comes back around to do the count..he sees me with a t-shirt tied around
my face, backjump style, shaking my head..and Sha sitting there naked on the toilet..
He's laughing his ass off, looking at me, and says
"Yo Harry Potter how you like New York"
Prick.
Monday, 24 January 2011
fucking weekends
I hate the bloody weekends.
We get no post.
Even though i usually don't get anything, i
still like the idea that i MIGHT get something! It's something to look
forward to, still...
This weekend has been pretty uneventful.
Well, depending what way you look at it i guess..
Some Guards in the jail ain't so bad. They understand that we are
human beings, just like them...they don't give us any unesecary aggrevation.
Certain dudes, and women, will turn a blind eye to people smoking, gambling and
even the odd bout of fistycuffs..
They just don't give a fuck. They're here to get their pay cheque, not bust peoples
balls that are already in a very very low standard of living conditions. It's much appreciated :)
Then you have the Other kind..
Draconian cocksuckers, these fucking dick sneezes wake up with nuts on their chin, a dick in their
mouth and shit on their noses, from constantly opening up the butt cheeks of life, and welcoming
the shitty breeze of 'the man', farting in their stupid fucking faces.
In a scatty nutshell, these people love their jobs, and take great pleasure in doing everything in their power
to make our lives as miserable as possible.
They come in two varieties...
First, the vexed female. Possibly the best way i could describe this kind, is by using the same
comment that is made a thousand times by every inmates when they are on duty...
"Man, this bitch clearly ain't getting fucked..either that or her man is a sucker n****r"
The other kind is a small dicked police academy reject,
man's clearly trying to make up for something. Moron.
Anyhow,
on Friday, we were blessed with a certain vexed female guard. What a delight that was.
She was kind enough to shut off the power to the microwaves an hour early, for absolutely no
reason..keep us in our cells an hour after we were supposed to be let out, then after letting us out
for no longer than fifteen minutes, 'accidently' presses the panic button, flooding the unit with angry
guards and resulting in us all being on lock down for the rest of our evening. Thankyou miss R******,
You're the greatest x
..Fucking whore.
Saturday i almost bashed some numbskulls brain in with a metal tray, all over a soap dish.
He got sent to the SHU later that day though, after he packed all his belongings up and ran scared
to the guard saying he couldn't live in this unit anymore..all because the BHB Blood (Bounty Hunter Blood) he was
sharing his cell with was extorting money and food from him..
Just before he got moved though, he walked upto the blood, flinched like he was going to punch him (but didn't), the
blood smacked him one and they BOTH got sent to the SHU..
..More than likely to share a cell together..Have fun with that mate :D
Today has been pretty uneventful too.
Worked out, took a few 'New York Shits', nothing earth shatteringly epic.
Everyone has been shouting and going on spastic about some American footbal game, i think
it was the Giants Vs the Jets or some bullshit..Asif i give a flying fuck about american football!
I only see it, and only ever will see it as rugby for pussies.
Call me ignorant..i guess you could be right. You can't blame me for trying to fit in though right ;)
Oh, before i forget..some things you can't make up.
Today, sitting at the computer, someone genuinely asked me how to spell 'mmhmm', and
asked me if England was in London.
Ghod help mei.
We get no post.
Even though i usually don't get anything, i
still like the idea that i MIGHT get something! It's something to look
forward to, still...
This weekend has been pretty uneventful.
Well, depending what way you look at it i guess..
Some Guards in the jail ain't so bad. They understand that we are
human beings, just like them...they don't give us any unesecary aggrevation.
Certain dudes, and women, will turn a blind eye to people smoking, gambling and
even the odd bout of fistycuffs..
They just don't give a fuck. They're here to get their pay cheque, not bust peoples
balls that are already in a very very low standard of living conditions. It's much appreciated :)
Then you have the Other kind..
Draconian cocksuckers, these fucking dick sneezes wake up with nuts on their chin, a dick in their
mouth and shit on their noses, from constantly opening up the butt cheeks of life, and welcoming
the shitty breeze of 'the man', farting in their stupid fucking faces.
In a scatty nutshell, these people love their jobs, and take great pleasure in doing everything in their power
to make our lives as miserable as possible.
They come in two varieties...
First, the vexed female. Possibly the best way i could describe this kind, is by using the same
comment that is made a thousand times by every inmates when they are on duty...
"Man, this bitch clearly ain't getting fucked..either that or her man is a sucker n****r"
The other kind is a small dicked police academy reject,
man's clearly trying to make up for something. Moron.
Anyhow,
on Friday, we were blessed with a certain vexed female guard. What a delight that was.
She was kind enough to shut off the power to the microwaves an hour early, for absolutely no
reason..keep us in our cells an hour after we were supposed to be let out, then after letting us out
for no longer than fifteen minutes, 'accidently' presses the panic button, flooding the unit with angry
guards and resulting in us all being on lock down for the rest of our evening. Thankyou miss R******,
You're the greatest x
..Fucking whore.
Saturday i almost bashed some numbskulls brain in with a metal tray, all over a soap dish.
He got sent to the SHU later that day though, after he packed all his belongings up and ran scared
to the guard saying he couldn't live in this unit anymore..all because the BHB Blood (Bounty Hunter Blood) he was
sharing his cell with was extorting money and food from him..
Just before he got moved though, he walked upto the blood, flinched like he was going to punch him (but didn't), the
blood smacked him one and they BOTH got sent to the SHU..
..More than likely to share a cell together..Have fun with that mate :D
Today has been pretty uneventful too.
Worked out, took a few 'New York Shits', nothing earth shatteringly epic.
Everyone has been shouting and going on spastic about some American footbal game, i think
it was the Giants Vs the Jets or some bullshit..Asif i give a flying fuck about american football!
I only see it, and only ever will see it as rugby for pussies.
Call me ignorant..i guess you could be right. You can't blame me for trying to fit in though right ;)
Oh, before i forget..some things you can't make up.
Today, sitting at the computer, someone genuinely asked me how to spell 'mmhmm', and
asked me if England was in London.
Ghod help mei.
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