Lately, Malaysia have been hit by the news that the Internal Security Act will be abolished, or so it said on every newspaper. As far as I’m concerned, a lot of stuff in Malaysia are utterly unnecessary. The pain I really feel was seeing idiots flocking the downtown streets of Kuala Lumpur, protesting and marching on, for their own personal damned reason. This is the ‘utterly unnecessary’ thing that I was talking about. Is it worth is to talk your ass demonstrating, under the unbearable “Top Gear inflicted” heat of a tropical country with sweat all over your palms and balls, just to prove a point to the government that most likely will ignore? Is it worth all these trouble? Ask yourself. When  I was just a little boy, oh crap, that sounds like a song. Not the point. Anyway, when I was a kid, decades ago, I saw on telly, a bunch of Indonesians demonstrating in the streets of Jakarta. I asked my father, why don’t we see things like that in Malaysia? My father simply said, “It isn’t our culture.” True enough, it isn’t. I don’t know when our humble Malaysian culture started to adapt and spread this bullshit. It is so absurd. There is so many ways to get things done and by the way, do you know somethings just wouldn’t change no matter how you try to change it? Accept it and move on, will you?

Last week, due to the lack of time and space, I left out yet another seriously retarded news. It appears that in Kampung Binjai, Kemaman, there is some sort of ritual involving black magic that the residents around that area and personally myself clearly have no idea about. There is an undergarment thieve, specifically, woman undergarment. I cannot believe there is this kind of sick desperate asshole doing that. That is disgusting. I mean, what kind of ritual would require woman undergarment? The resurrection of panty-man? No way, jose. Basically, even for a man like me(some will disagree), I don’t publicly display my clothes let alone undergarment. Protect your privacy, for crying out loud. I’m not blaming those that dry their clothes outside but you’re playing a whole new ball game here, you need to have new strategies. The easier way to deal with these imbeciles is to just hang your clothes in private. Another way, which is crazier and harder is to install Tesla coils with enough power to kill an army of Nazis. You might realise catching the thieve is simple just noticing any burned corpse in your front yard everytime you complete doing your laundry.

post script : I still vaguely experience the Tasmania hangover, sweet booze, sub zero freezing temperature, nice Tasmanian people, and the smile of that cheerful Pizza girl.

I’m the asshole,

Hanjun.