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Yesterday, the boys invited to me watch one of their games. I went to Parafield Gardens with Hugo and watched one of the games. Hugo said it would be nice, as I would want to be part of the team next season. Hopefully. The boys won 3-2, not without any drama and action. Throughout the whole game, there is this hot headed dude that just wants to hurt our team. I don’t get it. One of the them even tried to kick Huei in the chest. Diving, sliding and just stupid. I don’t really get it. I thought it was just a game. Idiots. Just like the ones I see back home. Bunch of idiots. Well done, boys! Great game.
The boys as usual
Have you guys watched the “Night in the Museum 2″ ending? So awesome. Larry found his potential love interested with the music “Life in Technicolor” playing in the background. Hopefully one day when I meet the potential one, the song might be playing in my head as well. By the way, the video for “Life in Technicolor ii” is damn nice. Funny, but nice.
Surprise, surprise, we’re last. Not actually a surprise. When I found out that Franco wasn’t coming, I don’t think we’re ever going to win any games. The fact that the left winger never tracked back everytime he ran forward bums me out but in the end, it was a team game. Indeed, we lost. Badly.
By the way, guys, my mum’s youngest brother, Uncle Egg Tart got a job and he just bought a new house. I’m going to Melbourne uninvited to celebrate. No worries, I will be back on the 4th and will be full of pictures. Honestly, I wasn’t as excited as the time I went to Tasmania. I think my mind is really full of crap right now. In fact, mentally, I am going through some stuff right now. Not in the holiday mood yet.
I’m just wondering,
if you see a rainbow after a moody and heavy rain,
does it mean that tomorrow will be a better day?
I really hope so.
1st Australian rainbow
post – script : just found out, LRT in Subang Jaya? Awesome.
That is just “Great”,
Hanjun
Speaking about iPods, have you guys seen the new iPods. Very neat, right?
My iPod is busted. I still love it. I don’t know why but I kinda wept when I heard Blink 182’s “I miss you” lately. Tears of joy. I really miss the days of PMR. We don’t worry about our future. We don’t worry about girls. We don’t worry about our careers. We wouldn’t care less. It’s was just school, tuitions and football. That’s all. To those who witness that beautiful revolution, Kil, Kat, KV, monkey boy, G, JT(maybe he would worry), Law, Brian, E and Zoo. Those were the days. I don’t want to live in the past, yet, I find comfort sometimes by just reminiscing about it. I do wonder when are we going to see each other again. I really do.
I went to Tak’s house on the Thursday night. It was awesome. His family visited him from Sarawak and his mum cooked for all of us. Sarawak laksa. Great night. The fact that Arthur got the sorry end of the jokes made me really happy. I know it’s weird but come on, this all the only Malaysians I see around campus. I feel a bit of an alien, coming from Kuala Lumpur when all of the are from Sarawak. Yeah, bit weird but at least it was fun.
Just got back from the UniSA tournament. Crap, we were the last. What a bummer. A bit disappointed that Franco didn’t make it. We gave away a few soft goals in the end but the game really pushed all of us to the limit. Alex and Don manage to get themselves on the score sheet. I guess, maybe things might be different for the next round. We’ll see.
Last Friday, got really drunk after Alex bought each of us a bottle of wine. I already had a bottle of Amstel in my hand. Then, I finished the wine as well. Got really wasted when I got home. Thank goodness, no hangover. Note to self, don’t drink too much next time and forget about the pub crawl.
I figured out why he’s little bit of a douche. He is someone I adress as ‘Frienemy’. For now, it’s leaning more towards friend than enemy. It used to be 80% friend and a slight 20% enemy but after the incident, kinda boost a slight 5% enemy. It’s lame, I know. He never listens to anyone, not even the coach. Yesterday, during the team talk, he even tried to win an argument with the coach. Unbelievably stupid. I guess maybe Chinese people like myself tend to talk. We don’t listen because we always think that we’re right. That’s really sad.
The wine
The other day when Kathir was eating Vietnamese food, he sudenlly thought, “Poor Hanjun.” What the hell?!?!
Post – script : I’m not boring and naive. Can’t believe you said that.
Can’t figure it out,
Hanjun.
This might sound politically incorrect but I guess her beauty changes the topic. What a horrible week it was. Truthfully, I have had worse week than that, but this has to be the worst since living in the beautiful state of South Australia. As I’m writing this, I’m looking forward for a better week. Maybe a better year ahead.
From the words and colors used for my last post, it is obvious that I’m still nursing a emotional hangover. Sounds weird but it’s a really a metaphor. Everytime after futsal, the term “muscle hangover” is used to describe the tiredness and unbelievable hours put into running, kicking and ‘not scoring’. Yes, I cannot score. In fact, I haven’t been scoring like for a long time. Maybe because I suck. I’m sure a lot of you guys will vouche on that.
I got a really funny ass story to let you know. Recently, I met this girl. Let’s just say she’s an Indochinese. Let’s keep it a personal mystery. Any of you jackasses wants to know, call me and I’ll try to eloborate more on the new book I’m writing, “The series of unfortunate events of Hanjun’s pathetic life.” Big hit. What happened was, I asked her out for lunch. Through out the meal, I realised that she wasn’t really into me but I thought maybe it’s just the first date, so it’s alright. Then, we went out for a second time and I just can’t feel it yet. 2 days later, which coincidently was last Tuesday, she told me, she wasn’t interested in me. I was like, yeah, ok, fine. I mean, I’m so use to getting rejected and still have more rejection to get used to. I’m pretty sure I’ll get rejected like a trillion million times before meeting the one. So, ok. I was a little bit upset but wasn’t going to kill myself or what. Nothing can be worse than the New York mining disaster. So, alright then, I’m kinda immune to rejection. The big turning point was, she told me, she is actually interested in my friend. WTF?!?! And when she told me who she meant, it made me go berserk. Well, cause I know that jackass and somehow I feel he’s a kind of douche bag. I would seriously understand if she’s interested in some other indochinese dude. Same race, same language, more comfortable and all those crap. Yes, I do understand. But, that jackass? Let me just say, this dude is not my countrymen and not hers either. And believe me when I say he’s an SOB, he is an SOB. What the hell? Doesn’t it kinda suggest that I’m worse than that scumbag. That is fucking screwed up, messed up and whacked up. Don’t you agree?
I have to honest and admit, I’m a little paranoid. I look forward so much into the happy ending and sometimes along the way, I blinded myself from seeing things changing along side. That has been my weakness ever since I was born. I look forward so much in scoring before I even get the ball under control. No wonder I suck so bad in futsal.
Back to the emotional hangover thing, yes, I was a bit heart broken. Not beacuse she rejected me but I have no idea how that whanker couldn’t got her attention but I couldn’t. You can’t help but to feel the sorrow in losing to a loser. Too bad. Take nothing away, I do enjoy the presence of these 2 person in my life. I’m not bitter over her or my friend and in fact, we 3 are all still friends, right? Hopefully. By the way, did I tell you that I’m going to Melbourne for the Spring break? Yahoo!
Let me introduce one really “blur beyond believe” kinda guy from China. In fact, he claims to be the most handsome man in his country. It’s better if you judge him instead of me.
THIS IS NORMAN
The name itself suggest the face you see
post – script : Just when I picked up the pieces of soul and patch it back together. Wow, that’s a whole lot of bullshit.
Well and truly punched in the nuts, Hanjun.
