The way I figure it, Ming-Chai has multiple screws loose. He kept replaying something hip-hoppily insufferable, then changing the song on the karaoke machine within seconds of choosing it, and after about fifty skipped tunes, settling on a Cantopop number for several repeats.
Unlike the "Most Dangerous Man in Chinatown", who wasn't there, Ming-Chai is NOT a pothead. He's quite insufferable, though.
Two years ago he talked down to me in English. When everyone else was quite comfortable with my Cantonese. It took him several months (probably over a year) to figure out that his being a dunderhead in either language was A) quite utterly obvious, and B) not called for. Under any circumstance.
He's still extraordinarily stupid, but less talkative now.
Maybe his mom told him to shut up.
His taste in Cantopop is jejune.
Jennie gu-ma is a very tolerant woman. She deserves kudos for being such a talented baby-sitter. Especially when Portnoy Uncle comes by, or his equally crotchety kin-folk.
He wasn't there last night. Which is a jolly good thing, because Johnny's idiot younger brother was, and he tends to egg on or encourage Portnoy Uncle, which raises the insanity level by several notches.
There were several people in attendance who are splendid chaps, as well as a woman who with great social talent puts up with the madness.
The music was, as you would expect, awful.
Karaoke places often have bad singing.
Rainy nights are no different.
Except, thank the lord, no Marketing Departments, no drunken young white people, no Abba, Michael Jackson, or Elton John.
I hate The Eagles, man. I've had a long day, and I hate The Eagles.
情影 was originally a Hokkien song.
The tune is nicer than the lyrics.
The videos are always unimpressive.
It was a good night,
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