The curry puff princess.

So many things to tell you and so many more to share. Wish you could hop on my Micra and we can go on one of the amazing adventures I have been telling you about.

The longer we get along, the more I want to be there for you, the more I pretend that you’re just another girl, the more I try to fool everyone to think that I’m fine, the person I am fooling the most is myself.

Yes, mother, I found her.

Regards,

Hanjun

Gone. Home.

She

I guess sometimes having a proper dinner and conversation,

is not something commoners do, as good as you do.

To joke, to laugh and to tell you my all stories in fiction,

till the day we stood apart bidding each other adieu.

The lives you touched will suck a lil’ bit without you here,

some of them wept but I wasn’t going to shed a tear,

cause I know you’ll find home with those you hold dear.

I cheer myself knowing you’ll be happier. By the way, this is not one of those bullshit love literature. In fact, its not even literature. Just a reasonably sad week.

The importance of being humble

It took me some time to realise that sometimes people of my same race can be quite a pain in the ass. A few weeks ago, it was the anniversary of one of the darkest moments in the history of Malaysia. May 13th was a day to remember and forget, depends on how you look at it. Some historical account recalls that some chinese people actually marched down along KL and celebrated and boasted their so-called victory. Honestly, I have no clue how true is that. I mean, Malaysian history can be crooked sometimes. Let’s just say that if it’s true, I don’t see why my people at that moment would want to celebrate. Honest to God, I hate celebrating in a crowd. I don’t even remember when was the last time I actually celebrated my birthday. I guess what I’m trying to say here is, I don’t see the point of trying to get yourself in to trouble, albeit who you are. Racially motivated hate agenda is just pathetic as it sounds. It’s just another waste of time, I would rather spend it doing my assignment in uni. Wtf? Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say here is, hate is a strong word. Loving makes more sense if you ask me. We try to be as good as we can but the only thing that can really make  a difference is, being humble. Think about it, ok?

p.s. I know you hate me. At least say it to my face, assshole.

From the douchebag, Hanjun