Last Post Standing

Hey folks, this will be my last post since I'm going to follow my twin bother's advice. No more blogging for me.

Anyway, I'll be going to Japan, so I won't have time to blog around.

Well, Happy Chinese New Year to everyone.
To my four angels, I miss you girls a lot.

Sayonara!!!!!

Signing out,
Ntakada who's living a new life.

Stop Crapping about My HP post

So, I was told that certain people are not satisfied with me being given a scholarship and accepted to join the AFS student-exchange program. These people said that I was chosen just because of this reason: I was the HEAD PREFECT.

Ahhhh...sad to say, these people are childish and not mature. Perhaps, I can enlighten your confused minds.

I was not chosen because I was a Head Prefect. It was THE INTERVIEW that determined the decision. To be precised, it was THE WAY I PERFORMED AND PRESENTED MYSELF during the interview. Frankly speaking, I am not a hypocrite, I don't pretend, I just be myself. The interviewers were there to see our true colours, main objective in joining the program. Hello, they didn't even see my resume which has my co-curricular activities and mind you, I was the lowest in academics among you people.

You know, being the Head Prefect was not a bed of roses with heavy responsibilities and you people going against me. I suffered, okay? Because you, friends of 5 years till 11 years actually punished me for being the Head Prefect!!!! Is being the Head Prefect a sin?!!!! In your family rules?!!!!!! In any of your bloody minds?!!!!!! Seriously, some of you even told me that I don't need to worry about my education because I would get HELP scholarship because I was the Head Prefect. So may I ask you now, who the hell got the scholarship?!!!! You or me? You people. The way you said was like as if HELP would run to me, the Head Prefect, to offer me their scholarship. Did they? No!!! So don't talk shit to me. Shit in your own minds.

AFS didn't accept me because of this Head Prefect thing. I USED THE EXPERIENCE I GAINED FROM BEING A HEAD PREFECT TO IMPROVE MYSELF. I became a better person. I know more about life. The life outside school. The mean life. I think outside the box. I don't talk crap about this or that like you people. I don't backstab people. I don't pretend. I do things with honesty.

Ask your friends about what they answered during the interview. What are their main objectives? You want to know mine? I want to join this program to promote Malaysia to other countries. I want to learn about the Japanese culture which is one of Asia's precious treasure. I want to learn something from the Japanese to help to improve Malaysia. I want to create a closer relationship between Malaysia and other countries. Those were what I told the interviewers. I didn't go up to them and say, "Hey, I'm the Head Prefect. Choose me." No. Some of my AFS friends are prefects and we have a head of counselling unit in AFS too. But in AFS, all those posts are nothing. It is the experience and knowledge we gained from holding the posts that matters. Not the posts, but the experience and knowledge. You want to talk about posts and politics to me, I suggest you shut up and mind your own business. You don't know anything about politics, not as much as me. I can be very mean to you in politics, I can even make you feel useless and stupid that you just want to commit suicide. So don't talk crap about me and the Head Prefect issue. It's over. Move on with your lives. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. I don't know you, you don't know me.

I am not a fan of anime or harajuku. I'm going there to learn something new, not for some holiday or anime freak or some Hanakimi fever. No...I want to learn about their culture. Get it? This is what AFS student-exchange program is about. Learning the culture and spread the love and peace everywhere. Not for the participants to go on a fancy holiday. Not for some Head Prefects to enjoy a free holiday.

Mind your own business. Just go to colleges or work or do whatever you want. Just leave me alone. I don't even want to see you all. You have done enough damage to myself, my family, my life and my dignity. Shut up and bitch around with other people.

Blessings

Everyday I count my blessings to have wonderful parents, family, seniors, teachers and friends.

You know who you are.

I am a Malaysian

After the last post, I went back to my room to study 'Undang'. At that instant, my mind went back to my first book on Malaysian politics back in 1969. Of course, any Malaysian would know that 1969 was the year in which racism was very powerful among Malaysians that many deaths occurred on 13th of May that year. The book I read was titled 13 Mei. Its author. our Father of Independence, our first Prime Minister, Tunku Abdul Rahman. 13 Mei was once my late grandfather's. I found it after clearing a box of old books.

As I read through the book, I was shocked as well as overwhelmed by the power of politics in Malaysia. Tunku Abdul Rahman mentioned about events that are never mentioned in our history textbooks. Before reading 13 Mei, I only knew that Malaysians fought among themselves on 13th of May and it was the worst in the Malaysian history. I did not know that this unfortunate event was linked to the federal election during that respective year.

I am just an 18-year old teenager who is fresh in the world of politics. I do not know much yet, but I will later. My mother has warned me many times not to be involved in politics, but it seems that politics is a fabric of my life. Wherever I go, my mind is about politics.

I am open-minded. I am against racism. To me, people are who they are not because of their race nor religion, but capability and attitude towards life. I judge people based on these two aspects. I mingle around with many people and my friends consists of different races and religions. Recently, my circle of friends widen when I joined the AFS student-exchange program and I accept them for who they are with an open mind.

I have Malay and Chinese blood flowing in my body. I am not a Malay nor a Chinese. I am a MALAYSIAN. And I will support Datuk Seri Najib and his concept of ONE MALAYSIA.

Later, I'll be reading a book on our fourth Prime Minister, Tun Dr Mahathir Muhammad. I've just read a book which I do not want to mentioned its title. Tun Dr Mahathir Muhammad said that he regretted joining politics. If he were still doing practises (he's a doctor), he would be loved by many. Someone told me, "All ministers are both liked and hated by people." I think all leaders are both liked and hated by people. I've experienced this once when I was once the Head Prefect in my school. Only leaders will know how I felt at that time.

I apologise if I have offended some of the readers of this blog. I am just voicing out my opinion. If the government or any politicians read this post, I apologise. I advise everyone no matter who we are, to look back at the past if we want to lead a harmonious life. One day, we must learn to accept ugly truths although they hurt a lot, in order to change for the better.

I've never felt this happy before.

Not Worth Being Missed

Prior to SPM days, I was excited to end the exams and leave school. Leave the past. The past which engulfed my happy spirit with moments of death, darkness and threat. I have always waited for that moment in which I could forget the past, which means forget friends who have turned against and back stabbed me for power and fame. Friends of 5 to 11 years who chose power over friendship.

I vowed to myself and God on that day that I would not want to see them anymore. It sounds like as if that I'm some kind of a jerk, but which human who back stabbed you would be called as a friend?

Since that day, true friendships or perhaps even normal friendships do not even exist in my dictionary. They're all bullshit. That stupid 'friends forever' quote should be buried in the Tomb of Iskendur along with the seventh piece of the Capstone. Seriously, I was indeed a bloody fool to have believed my friends' sincerity in supporting me. Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, shame on you. I should have known their true colours.

Thank God, I managed to live with them until the last day of SPM. And now, sitting comfortably on my bed in the dark with Farhana and Amanda sleeping soundly next to me, I find peace and serenity. Honestly, I didn't really miss my friends. Of course, not entirely all my friends.

I do miss my Golok gang: Yee Ming, Kessler, Wei Jie, Tze Kitt, Shane, Julian Yee, Khairil and Eugene. How I miss being the Chibi. How I miss being taken care of. Yes...I miss them a lot.

And Dhar who's crazy all the times. And Erin whom I love so much despite what has happened.

And Ying Tung, Xin Yi, Cat, Xiao Wei, Chi Chin and Xin Wei.

And Jia Xiang aka Dolly.

My juniors especially Kean Loong, Simmar, Gaik Xuang, Siew Jin, Dilhany and Sheng Rei.

My 1st basketball team (2008).

Funny, most of the people I miss are people whom I only knew for a few years. What happened to others?

Guess 'FRIENDS FOREVER' is seriously dead...no...it's still alive...just merely surviving to catch its last breath in this world of pure evil.

Missing Mr Brian and Co

I miss Mr Brian. I miss Yee Seen. I miss Jason. I miss Bam. I miss Ihmran. I miss Vinod. I miss Chloe. I miss Ching Ying. I miss Fatin. I miss AMira. I miss Rossa. I miss WTJ. I miss Omar. I miss Zui Khai. I miss everyone in Mr Brian's class!!!!!!!!!!