As of just now that I started to "flip" back what I did, wrote or whatever you call it at this old blog that I left for almost 2 years.
I don't know.. I felt like it I guess. I just somehow needed to type something since I'm to lazy to write using a pen. And what better place to do that than with this old bloggy.
First Story : I went to INTI to study Cambridge A-Level Humanities.
I feel awesome at first since a lot of chinese is here, and not many malays at first.
Staying here made me open my eyes (thats for sure)
It made me realized what I had forgotten since I came to Putrajaya.
It made me realized that "this is Malaysia. A country with so many different race and
background". I mean we have to cope with each other since we were born here together.
Have I been living with my own race for far too long?
Second Story : My friend had a crush on her classmate.
He is a chinese boy with a very strong character(based on her stories)
When I met him in Law class I thought "Yea, he is cool and a bit handsome"
That typical bad boy character revolves around him just makes him look cool I guess and I
was sure no one else could pull that off other than himself since he doesn't fake it and other
boys do. Too bad he already has a girlfriend and I just knew this recently to.
but then all of the sudden..
on September 17th, 2013 , He died.
Third Story : Went to his funeral.
First time I knew what a chinese buddha funeral looks like.
I asked once to my chinese classmate "In Buddha funeral, do they always close the body?"
He said "oh No, when you die in a natural way you don't have to close it but if you died in an
accident or something like that you have to close the body because it is considered bad luck if
you did not" I just said "oh(and daze through the day)"
You see all the story above are completely unrelated to one another but I just wanted to
type about it.
Because that boy death made me cry, made me thought all of this and made me headache.
I don't know.. I felt like it I guess. I just somehow needed to type something since I'm to lazy to write using a pen. And what better place to do that than with this old bloggy.
First Story : I went to INTI to study Cambridge A-Level Humanities.
I feel awesome at first since a lot of chinese is here, and not many malays at first.
Staying here made me open my eyes (thats for sure)
It made me realized what I had forgotten since I came to Putrajaya.
It made me realized that "this is Malaysia. A country with so many different race and
background". I mean we have to cope with each other since we were born here together.
Have I been living with my own race for far too long?
Second Story : My friend had a crush on her classmate.
He is a chinese boy with a very strong character(based on her stories)
When I met him in Law class I thought "Yea, he is cool and a bit handsome"
That typical bad boy character revolves around him just makes him look cool I guess and I
was sure no one else could pull that off other than himself since he doesn't fake it and other
boys do. Too bad he already has a girlfriend and I just knew this recently to.
but then all of the sudden..
on September 17th, 2013 , He died.
Third Story : Went to his funeral.
First time I knew what a chinese buddha funeral looks like.
I asked once to my chinese classmate "In Buddha funeral, do they always close the body?"
He said "oh No, when you die in a natural way you don't have to close it but if you died in an
accident or something like that you have to close the body because it is considered bad luck if
you did not" I just said "oh(and daze through the day)"
You see all the story above are completely unrelated to one another but I just wanted to
type about it.
Because that boy death made me cry, made me thought all of this and made me headache.
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