No More Bets!

Now let me tell you how gamblers think and behave. This is according to nationality. Ito ay aking observation lang naman and after all its my blog so I can write whatever I like.

Let me start with Asians, mostly mga Chekwa. Ang mga Chekwa tahimik lang yan at concentrated sila sa game at they know the game very well at marunong silang dumiskarte at usually sila ang mga matataas mag taya o kung tawagin nilang “high roller”, mag mura man yan ay ok lang kasi di ko naman maintindihan ang salita nila. Mag mura sila hangat sila ay atakihin sa puso ay wala akong pakialam. Kilala na kasi sila na natural na mga sugalero at part na ito ng culture nila. Minsan mas nauuna pa sila mag bilang ng bayad at ultimo sentimo ay bilang nyan kahit ibitay siguro sila ng patiwarik.

Mga Islanders (Samoan, Tongan at kung ano ano pang ka bukohan), mababait sila at mga masisiyahin na mga tao yun nga lang ang nakakaasar lang ay pag nag lalaro sila ng roulette kasi manalo ng konti ay hihingi ng buong bayad gayun matatalo din naman ay papabaryhan ang mga hawak nilang buong pera. Nakakairita kasi lalo na pag busy ang game at panay ang papapalit nila.

Mga Puti, ayayaaaaay… hay nakuuuu… dyos ko po!…. where do I begin? Ewan ko ba sa mga ito at parang may bulate ang mga pwet at di mapakali sa mga silya nila at ikot ng ikot. Ang mga ito ay di naniniwala sa rules of the game or talagang di sila marunong dumiskarte at pag natalo ay puro “F*ck this!” at “F*ck that!” lalo na ang mga Australians, dapat talaga ay ma pasensha ka kung hindi ay iinit talaga ang ulo mo, daldalan pa yan ng daldalan at hindi naka focus sa game at pag natalo ay magtataka. Hindi na nga marunong sa game eh the worst part ay magalaro pa yan mga yan na mga lasing. Oh good Lord! Naman naman!!!

So there. Why I am saying this now. Wala lang, new home, new blog and Its about time that I talk about what I really do here in NZ

A Boy Named Ian

A fugitive has been away so long
A fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years and now he thinks of home
A thousand years, and now he thinks of home
The long men are waiting in the wings to put him in chains upon his return
The long men are waiting in the wings
Emptiness his bitterness is gone
To put him in chains upon his return
Journey the road to the eternal reward
Emptyness, his bitterness is gone
Its a long way to go
Journey on to the eternal reward
A black angel at your side

A long way to go that angel at your side
Its a long way to go
A long way to go the reaper at your side
A black angel at your side
A long way to go
Its a long way to go
A black angel at your side
A black angel at your side
The sirens call a sailor to die

Enchanted by the sound his desires have been found
The sirens call a sailor to die
In his mind his life is rushing by
Enchanted by the sound, his desires have been found
All this while the storm it rages on
In his mind, his life is rushing by
All this while, the storm it rages on
Hes turning old, he shall never return
Sail on to the eternal reward

Its a long way to go
A black angel at your side
Its a long way to go
With that angel at your side

Its a long way to go
With the reaper at your side
Its a long way to go
A black angel at your side

The fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years, and now he thinks of home
The long men are waiting in the wings
To put him in chains upon his return
Emptyness, his bitterness is gone
Journey on to the eternal reward

Oh, no, never
Oh, no, never
Oh, no, no

Its a long way to go
A black angel at your side
Its a long way to go
With that angel at your side