One word, Cold.

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.