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What a moment to either celebrate or just go to sleep. School day! “”Yeah!!!”"
On the 25th July, it was reported a PE teacher sexually abused the schoolboys. Nice, like I never expect it to happen. I mean, honestly, not surprised. Apparently, this dude performed all kind of lewd acts in front of these students, one in particular involving using his right hand and come worse, he forced the students to do things on him involving their mouths. I don’t need to paint the picture anymore, I assume. This actually shows how horrible Malaysian education is treating the students. I mean, look at me, I’m some sort of loser in a way, doubt any people from my middle school or high school would disagree. I’m a product of our so called “education”. I’m so sorry and embarrass to say this, but this system really sucks. Not only they don’t teach well but in return, they start to do this kind of immoral crap in school. For all I know, PE teachers are really useless, not all of them of course. I doubt we even need a teacher to teach PE. Come on, any malaysian performed well in sports international wise, thanks to a PE teacher back in school? No. Maybe some crappy-drug addicted-caught in sex scandal-overrated footballer. History shows some bad teachers do have criminal records, even sexual related ones, resulting in making a bad image for teachers but this is just a new low. Something ought to be done, don’t you think so?
Lawrence’s birthday was last week. Can’t really remember what day but since it was his lucky day. I decided to write something related to him. A transvestite died after fighting with his/her costumer. Please don’t kill me, Larry. Apparently, his/her costumer doesn’t want to pay up after some service. Nowadays, the case of Transvestite dying is rising in numbers, I wonder, does it affect the police investigation process? I mean, then, you can just walk around the victim’s body and by looking at it, judging whether is it a male or female. Now, it’s a whole new ball game. So, the police report might sound like, “Victim, asian, mid-20, female looking but actually it’s bloody bloke.” I wonder, what does the police in Thailand actually do to confirm gender when they pick up anyone to be questioned or investigated? They might carry around some sort of DNA test or hormone test. Transvestite, somehow I love news about them. Sorry Lawrence, just kidding around, anyway, have a happy birthday. Hope to see you pretty soon.
Since the murder of some chinese dude in Malaysia seemed to push other news into other places, there is no other “interesting” news. So, I turned to one of my favourite websites. No porn, ok? BBC UK. Don’t judge me. Every now and then, crazy news popped out. Not stupid, don’t get me wrong. Recently, in Wales, a father of a under-14 footballer punched a referee after a bad game. Apparently, the referee sent off like 4 players and in general, it was a crappy game. Well, I do understand his anger. I mean, sometimes after a horrible game involving my favourite and best team in the world (I proclaimed) – Chelsea Fc, I get really really crossed. The referee is a bloody wood. Either they’re blind, stupid or retarded. Some even took initiative to be included in all 3 aspects, say, a particular Norwegian that refereed the recent Chelsea-Barcelona return leg in Stamford Bridge. Total retard. Yet, you don’t see me meeting up with some sort of American Italian mafia in some abandoned basement with a suitcase of untraceable cash and hiring a 1930’s hitman with a violin case and machine gunned the referee down, do I? Forget the mafia and hitman part, it’s just for illustration purpose, my point is, sucker punching the referee is like the lamest thing to do after losing, of course, coming after being a sore loser after a game. Remember how Arsene Wenger got into a melee with Alan Pardew after West Ham scored in the last minute to beat Arsenal? Or the case when Arsene went head on head with Martin Jol because 2 Arsenal players knocked into each other and Spurs decided to play on and actually scored? Wow, I just realised, why is Wenger’s name appearing twice. Get it? The thing is, people tend to get angry, yes, logical rush of blood to the head but come on, is violence the answer? I guess putting the puncher in jail is also a good thing. I don’t want to see him punching the judge, prosecutor, witness, security personal and box his way out of Britain and escape to Adelaide. God, I hope not.
post – script : I need a bloody job.
Going to sleep soon,
Hanjun.
Finally, after landing on the Adelaide airport, I finally got the taste of the South Australian air. Kinda smells a bit different. Weird, I know. All in all, good trip. Loved it, no doubt. People in Tasmania are so nice. Nicer than some Adelaidean, the counter girl at Hungry Jacks won’t even smile when serving a customer, or is it just me? Forget about that. Back to business. Recently, our former deputy prime minister, Anwar Ibrahim’s case of sodomy has resurface in the newspaper. Honestly, I do pity him if he is really innocent, having to put up with all this nonsense. To be pin with sodomy with an aide, I fear it’s 100 times worse than if he would to caught having an affair with his secretary. I used to remember back in my primary school days, when Anwar Ibrahim was accused of sodomy and corruption and eventually sent to prison, I asked my mum, what happens to his posters. I mean, the self potrait of him, like the kings’, prime minister’s and chief ministers’ self potrait you see hanging on walls of any typical goverment offices. So, what happens to his potraits? Are they being sold, kept, burnt or recycled? I kinda believe he was innocent, being the victim of cause in politics. Typical, typical politics. Malaysian politics to be exact. So I wanted to get all his posters and potraits just in case he was released and would rise to power again. Maybe it would worth some money then, right? What a stupid kid I was. Now, the sodomy accusation resurface. Nice. Sodomy. What a crappy situation to be in right now. I’ve watched this show recently called “The kite runner”, basically about a friendship between 2 boys in the war torn Afghanistan. One of a quite controversial scene was, one of the boys being raped by an older teen, which kinda sickens me. I mean, come on. Raping is a horrible enough crime and sodomising a kid, don’t let me get started. That is so damn sick. Just when I thought it was the worst thing I saw on the tube, that rapist was actually freaking proud to actually raped a dude. Turns out, that rapist grown into some sort of beardy Taliban terrorist and continues his raping streak. Unbelievable. You see, raping already proves that you’re a freaking desperate lunatic. Now, if you sodomize some against their will, it makes it so much worse. What a loser. Terrorist and raping, seems to come in a package. Disgusting.
Speaking of terrorism, the world is now condemning the attacks of a certain terrorist group on two 5 stars hotel in Jakarta. The J. W. Marriot and The Ritz Carlton were bombed by suicide attackers it seems, leaving 9 dead and 53 injured. So not awesome. It is very obvious, this terrorist groups just has a problem with westerners. These 2 hotels are world renown and a lot of expatriate live in this kind of hotels, so it turns out to be an easy target as westerners would love to stay in these kind of hotels. I really don’t see by killing westerners, you can threaten them. In fact, the more westerners you kill, the more westerners will be coming to kill you. Take an example, USA, after the 9/11 incident, it kinda ignite more and more military movement into the middle east and from there, everything seemed to go downhill. I always had a hunch, maybe the leader of the terrorist, say Osama Bin Laden, might be really upset that Manchester United sold Christiano Ronaldo, he decided to blow up the whole team. Did you guys know that Manchester United are supposed to stay in that very hotel as they will be playing an Indonesian side. Now, they cancelled it after the attacks. The terrorist got the dates wrong. They are supposed to blow themselves up into pieces during the players’ stay at Jakarta. If Manchester United would to disappear, Nadrah will be pretty upset. So, I hope the terrorist would just stop bombing things up. Instead, they should start a circus, doing stunts. Think about it, they might die doing some really incredible stunt, why not? You’re gonna die killing yourself, why not try some circus stunt. If you don’t die, you will try harder next time to kill yourself. In that process, you can be super famous and bring joy to people. Then. sooner or later, you’ll realize what a beautiful the world is.
Manchester United, one of the richest and most popular football clubs in the world paid a visit to my humble home country, Malaysia yesterday, in the process, playing a Malaysian selection team. Well, all I had to say was, well played. Malaysia did gave them a game and a chance to show us, Malaysia still has the power. I hope so. This might sound really stupid, but I seriously hope Malaysia can make it to the World Cup one day. If that day would to come, I will not mind how much it cost, I will fly my way to watch the group games (I doubt they will make it through the group stages actually) but still, I still pretty much love my country. Yeah, people might say that Malaysia is crappy and they hate the government but I love my country because I was born there and not some war torn country. I mean, yeah, our country’s football team didn’t really improve much throughout the years. Our woman team was thrashed 16-0 by Australia’s woman team. It’s like average a goal every 6 minutes. Goodness. I think the Australian woman team can beat our man team. God, I hope not. I believe there is good in this world, in Malaysia, specifically. In fact, I do still promote Malaysia whenever I’m in a plane with some foreign dude. I think the Malaysian tourism board should freaking pay me. Of course, do you think the big billboard with the big sign “Malaysia, truly Asia” is ever going to attract any tourist? Some, but I doubt either this people are conned by the holiday agent or they just didn’t know that the pictures on the billboard are photoshopped. People in Britain are making fun of our car, for crying out loud. Although I didn’t watch the Manchester United vs. Malaysia XI but I think having to climb back from a 2 goal deficit and losing by a one goal margin is really something out of the ordinary. It’s like voting a bloody china-man as our prime minister or waking up to the your dead prize horse head. Cheers to our national team. God bless Malaysia, I guess.
post – script : I’m listening to Edith Paif, one of the most celebrated singer of her time. It’s kinda fun to listen to French songs cause you don’t have to understand the lyrics, just flow with the music.
Jet-lagged since last Monday,
Hanjun.
To all Malaysians out there, did you guys know that, just a few days ago, the medium of teaching science and mathematics has been reverted back to Bahasa Melayu. Not having any problems against the Malay language, in fact I’m proud to actually able to speak it, I’m realistically frustrated and upset looking at how our country is falling backwards. Confused and lost, we are. Even our former prime minister, Dr. M seemed pretty upset about this, the fact that he was the one initiating the proposal and probation of teaching mathematics and science in English. I feel you, man. Many would lose out in this ever growing world where English is the international language. To the school kids out there, you guys are on your own now, I survived the hurricane, hopefully you do too. I even saw some new group on facebook, insisting that they are AGAINST teaching science and mathematics in Bahasa Melayu. Yeah, like that is ever going to work, it’s just something some bored person created just to pass time and his/her plan worked out as more and more losers actually join this group. Facebook people, GET A LIFE! This include myself too.
In Kuala Terengganu, a girl was being attacked in school because, get this, the other girl was jealous of her beauty. This is kinda ironic. You don’t see me running up to some random dude and beating him up simply because he is better looking than me. If this would to continue, the world will end up in anarchy. We will only have crappy, horrible and poor looking people. Horizontal challenge people too, not forgetting. This might well explain why would Zinedine Zidane would to headbutt Marco Metarazzi in the middle of the World Cup Final. Maybe Marco said, “Hey baldy, don’t you wish you had hair like mine?” Bomb, goes the head butt. Well, basically, I need to accept how I look everytime I look into the mirror. I doubt it will seriously get better if I would to look at it more often. I don’t have to whack people with bigger eyes than mine, I love my ‘mata sepet‘ (Slit eye, common genetically feature of China-men), it makes me special. I like how fat I am right now, due to the motivation it gives me to play football, go for a jog or keeping fit. Hard to imagine those fat people that doesn’t has the motivation to keep fit, especially it’s someone that is very particular about how they look (**man). I guess humans are never satisfied with how they look. Now wonder, suicide rates is rocketing come festive season as new clothes means more mirror looking, more mirror looking means more grief, more grief means more…..
I wasn’t surprised when I saw this, a lady tried to kill herself because she had an argument with her boyfriend. I’m not trying to encourage suicide but isn’t it a bit chicken to stand on a bridge, ready to jump but ended up, not dead but in a lock up? I’m not a sadist but isn’t it stupid for anyone to actually try to commit suicide. I mean, I had some sad moments in life, betrayed and cheated on (New York Mining Disaster of 08) and yes, I did thought of ending my life but I doubt I have the balls to actually put my life on the line. This lady, not only had the guts to stand on top of a pedestrian bridge above a railway track, which put a delay on our already “harap maaf, train tergendala bullcrap” train system but made some fire fighter actually get off their ass and do some work. Imagine how the onlookers would do, bet on her life, maybe? “Fifty that she jumps, any takes? Any bookmakers on the JUMP floor?” Anyway, in a nut shell, she chicken out and was convinced to love herself, bla bla bla…. A round of applause for those brave men that convince her that her life was more precious, oh my gosh, maybe now try convincing those people to stop being an asshole.
post -script : As my title suggested, if you would to ask me about my Tasmania trip. One word. Cold. Freaking, killing, crazily, madly, unbelievably.
Told you it was cold!
Back in the warm arms of Princess Heidi,
Hanjun.
