The importance of being humble

It took me some time to realise that sometimes people of my same race can be quite a pain in the ass. A few weeks ago, it was the anniversary of one of the darkest moments in the history of Malaysia. May 13th was a day to remember and forget, depends on how you look at it. Some historical account recalls that some chinese people actually marched down along KL and celebrated and boasted their so-called victory. Honestly, I have no clue how true is that. I mean, Malaysian history can be crooked sometimes. Let’s just say that if it’s true, I don’t see why my people at that moment would want to celebrate. Honest to God, I hate celebrating in a crowd. I don’t even remember when was the last time I actually celebrated my birthday. I guess what I’m trying to say here is, I don’t see the point of trying to get yourself in to trouble, albeit who you are. Racially motivated hate agenda is just pathetic as it sounds. It’s just another waste of time, I would rather spend it doing my assignment in uni. Wtf? Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say here is, hate is a strong word. Loving makes more sense if you ask me. We try to be as good as we can but the only thing that can really make  a difference is, being humble. Think about it, ok?

p.s. I know you hate me. At least say it to my face, assshole.

From the douchebag, Hanjun