the only time you'll see it in this blog: ??

i've prided myself on being a hakka. back in china, the hakka were known for being adventurous nomads with a penchant for thrills and high adventure --- if i wrote their backstory.

i'm not really sure which part of china the hakka were from, but wherever it was...we came from the streets. or stone-paved pathways. we had big-ass swords and kicked celestial ass. we were machines and lotharios and made love to our women (who were gorgeous) 5 times a day and they bore us strong sons. we ate chickens with our hands but cooked them (the chickens, you idiot) to perfection.

• the hakka were great.

• the hakka were strong.

• the hakka were kings.

and that was proven in my own bloodline. although my direct family came from the shanties, my great-grandfather was a tin tycoon who wasted his funds away on wine and gambling. he had issues. he was a man. and he was also the first chairman of the hakka association in kuala lumpur way back in the day.

my father brought something up about our family during dinner earlier tonight. something dark. something ugly. something that i never knew. and shouldn't have known.

upon coming from china, my great-grandfather was residing in a place filled with the hakka, i.e. pudu. and they all spoke hakka then, so he had to speak it to gain acceptance. so it was rather ironic that the first chairman of the hakka association wasn't a hakka. which i apparently am...as in i'm not really hakka. i'm part of the creed of people who sound like they're speaking thai.

i'm hokkien.