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.