Perspective Diary Entry by Han Jae Ho

My diary entry in the perspective of the attackers

One day I was going to my home with my friend to play new PSP game that my friend got from the illegal web site. I and my friend was really waiting forward to play that game and we really didn’t wanted to be disturbed through the way to our dream. As soon as the school ends, we ran to my friend’s house like a running dog. While we were running through the usual street filled with hundreds of students from the school, there was a guy who looked so fat and had a face looked like saying, ‘I have a psychotic disease’, suddenly stopped us from running told us to give him some money. But I thought that he didn’t seem to know that I and my friend are really good at fighting and we often smoke and drink alcohols. We were famous for beating up students for money and also for our joy. No one in our year ever dared to pick on a fight with us. We were really angry as we really wanted to play the new game. We told him to move away, but then he punched my friend in his face and swore to us for a minute. We were so angry that he swore to us and stopped us from playing the new game. Also we wanted to beat up someone, so we decided to bully him for a while before going to my friend’s house. As soon as my friend stood up from the ground, we ran into that guy who punched my friend. We punched him and beat him up like when we usually beat up some primary students to take money from them. Every time I punched into his face, I felt happiness inside me, and every time I made a new bruise in his face, I felt I did something great to the corruption of my school. Every time he coughed up blood I wanted to beat him more and more. After about 20 minutes, I and my friend used all our power and decided to take him to the darker side of the streets. We dragged him to the darker side of the streets and took his all money, about 300000 Vietnam dongs, and also his notebooks because he seemed to study well, so we decided to take his notebooks so that he cannot revise for the test. As we proceed on this process, lots of students who were watching us looked at us with the eyes of respect and inspiration.

Some Vietnamese people turned on the weird advertising radio or singing radio so loud that I could hear them clearly in my room even though I closed all the doors and windows in my house. I don't think this diary entry is good. Most importantly, I really hate Communism more than anything in the whole universe.