Every story has an ending and this is mine...
This would be my last post in this blog... Life's been pretty hectic and apparently commitments had grown so much that I have to focus my whole attention on it, thank you friends and readers for the support last 2 months, this is a short blog but it's been fun. Mr Zhong, I'll become a reader now instead of your co-blogger!
I received 2 particular emails which I would like to share here, it's meaningful and hopefully it will get the meaning through....
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(1) Little Lion
One day, the young lion asked his mom: "Mom, where is the happiness?"
Mom replied: "It's on your tail."
So the young lion keeps on chasing after his tail. But after a whole day of trying, he failed to get the happiness that was on his tail.
Then he told his mom about this, his mom smiled and said: "Son, you don't really need to chase after your happiness, as long as you keep going and moving forward, your happiness will always be with you."
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(2) A Simple Story of True Love and True Care
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain.
Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk.
Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said,
" Dad, I was the one who did it!"
The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother,
"You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said,
" Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old.
When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.
I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? Very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?"
At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him,
"A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans.
He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old.
With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him,
"Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think ifthey would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat,
" I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is!"
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old.
I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile,
"It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart. I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet . Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turnedmy back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old.
After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village,they wouldn't know what to do..
My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.
One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,
"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old.
My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister."
He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her."
Applause filled up the room.
All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.
*Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life.* You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.
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Tadaaa, end of story...
A note to all friends out there,
You can't decide the length of life, but you can control how you want to live it.
You can't control the weather, but you can control your mood.
You can't change your look, but you can smile.
You can't control others, but you can control yourself.
You can't foresee tomorrow, but you can utilize today wisely.
You can't win everything, but you can try your very best to achieve that.
Somehow i find this thing being repeated so many times but till now i can never get it right...
I tried my very best but in the end it did not bear fruit, I shall walk and stand strong. Given the chance, indeed I would like to reverse time and start anew, but alas god is not so forgiving..., and yes, I will and still miss you...
Seriously, i got a huge concern about the society at the moment.. em, on 2nd thoughts, not just at the moment, perhaps it will persist til the end of my time.
And my concern is, the number of retards in this world are increasing fast, quite alarming if you ask me. The 'retards' that i am talking here, are not those born with mental retardation (for those who fall under this category, u definitely got my upmost symphathy) but rather those who are born with perfect mind capacity but they chose to act like retards.
This is what frustrates me the most. There are times where u feel confident doing something, but yet it is ruined by retards. There are times where u anticipate that there are retards in the world and u work hard to cover for them. But yet u still phail ( not typo, intended ) because there are just too many of them in this society. I am sure u readers did encounter such a situation before huh.
Okay, enough for the introduction of my today's post. Yesterday when i was reading one of the local newspaper, some how, one of this article title catches my attention.
'ISA has made country more peaceful'
The first impression when i saw it, i was like... wtf?! I dont know if the author/writer was being paid to come out with this shet in the newspaper as some government propaganda?! Okay, this actually strengthens my point the fact that, the number of retards are increasing and the writer here is one of them. He is trying to tell everyone that he very appreciate that ISA is here in the country to keep things in order. >.>
What a fcking retard we got here.. ISA is one of the MAIN reason why ppl holding protests on the street, to push the government to abolish it. How can the writer turn around and say that ISA made the country more peaceful huh? Okay, maybe recently there are a lot of so called terrorism activities going on around the world. Maybe we do need an Anti-Terrorism Act or something equivalent, at least it is a more specific type of act. But the way ISA was drafted is too wide, and almost anything under the sky can be used as grounds for national security.
For those who are not from Malaysia and dont know what does ISA means, nvm.. i will briefly explain what is ISA all about. ISA means 'Internal Security Act' , a piece of legislation which is draconian in nature. It empowers the home minister to order for detention and put any individuals into prison without trial as long as he felt that the particular individual is a treat to national security. Well, the Act itself did not define what does national security means, hence this power were abused by the government to shut up those who oppose the government. U dont need to look like Osama Bin Laden to be detained unlike the pic i got from the internet:
If u are born to have the similar look like him and u get caught becuz of that, then i got no complaints at all k? too bad lor, what to do
To put it simple sense, if the government wants to put u in jail, they can.. all they need is to come out with a ridiculous reason and detain u in jail on grounds of national security. To make it worse, if one is being detained under ISA on grounds of national security, the home minister can first put one into jail for 2 years and it can be renewed perpetually even for the next 1000 years. The only check and balance for this mechanism is under the application of habeas corpus to the court (illegal detention) which hardly works because the judiciary are quite reluctant to actually interfere with the executive powers. And the other mechanism is... by way of public scrutiny.
The problem about public scrutiny is that, malaysians tends to forget about one incident when a a few new incidents pop up in their lives. After some while, the public wont even bother to mention about it.
Lets take one of the incidents where ISA being invoked to put ppl into jail. One of the most ridiculous reason that ever came out by home minister when a whistle blower ( a journalist/reporter ) was being detained when she reported that one of the minister made some racism remarks which subsequently angered certain communities in the society. The reason given was to 'give protection' to the reporter, that is why she was 'protected' when being put into jail. Even someone with a peanut size brain could have come out with a better reasoning, and what saddens me is that, such reasoning came by a minister of malaysia. T.T (thank god he is no longer holding any minister post NOW )
This again, enchance my point that the level of retardation of certain ppl are really untolerable and it is increasing. And what saddens me the most is that, although there is so much a person can do about it, but theres also a certain limit to what a person can do. Unfortunately, there are times when u just cant do anything about it.
There is a thin fine line between stupidity and retardation. And it is often being mixed up and the terms being used inter-change-ably The difference between the both of it is that, if a person is stupid, it still can be 'cured' though one might not be transformed into a genius. But when comes to retardation, especially those who chose to be a retard, theres nothing u can do about it.
Okay, to wrap up my post today: do everyone's a favour, dont be a retard. Think before u do or say anything.
Lastly dont adopt the phrase 'if you cant beat them, join them'. It doesnt work that way.
=Mr Zhong=
If one day i were to stumbled upon a genie and given 2 wishes, my 1st wish would be eternal happiness for you and my second wish is that you will never discover who was the one behind the curtain blessing your happiness...
Before i start on this post, allow me to give a short excerpt on this badge...
"The shield, it will be observed, carries the letters V.I. in dark blue on a light blue ground, thus displaying the school colours. The star and crescent and the head of a Seladang will be recognised as symbolic of the State and its people. The key is the Key of Knowledge and the goals, wide and narrow, are the Goals to be won, not only on the football and hockey field, but in the world after school days are over."
Isn't it such a beauty?
Victoria Institution is a premier secondary scholl for boys (and girls for Form 6) and one of the oldest school in Kuala Lumpur. The school is widely known as V.I. and a student of Victoria Institutions bears the name VICTORIAN.
The school was founded by Sultan Abdul Samad, William Hood Treacher, Loke Yew, Thamboosamy Pillai and Yap Kwan Seng on Aug 14, 1893 and over the years it has produced distinctive individuals which made our counrty proud, or prouder. Among the luminaries are the likes of T.Ananda Krishnan, Tan Sri Francis Yeoh, Datuk Misbuk Sidek, Foo Kok Keong and even Sultan Hassanal Bolkiah of Brunei.
The list goes on, for a detailed version of the notable alumnis, please click here
Of course if i were to post the "consise" version of this school's history, it might take a few pages for this blog to load, so i'm going to the even "simpler" version...
This school had moved through the time line and created such impact that:
(1) It was enlisted and subsequently named "smart school" and "cluster school" by the Ministry of Education.
(2) Now it's even a tourist attraction of Kuala Lumpur with its new "heritage" status.
(3) Some good folk in POS Malaysia (ex-victorian?) decided that the school needed their own stamp when delivering letters and thus... TADAAAA...
I LOVE POS MALAYSIA!!
Well for starters, we could definitely publicize it that way....
Anyway, if there are anyone who would like to provide any form of constructive feedback / comment, nope, the comments are disabled...
This post is just to notify any Victorians out there, yes, we have our own stamp already, GO BUY IT!!!
and the last but not least...
(4) We have our own shopping mall too.... we build it on a historical plot of land.....
Stole the font getting smaller idea from PY
Life's unpredictable, much to say but not enough time to type it all out, will be on hiatus
Something nice to share with everyone....
sigh, one word to describe my feeling atm: FRUSTRATION!
just now, what happened was, i finished writing a post and i clicked 'publish post' and then error popped up and i was disconnected. TA DA~~! whatever i wrote just now all wiped clean as if i havent write anything before, now i have to re-write again zzz T.T
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okay, perhaps this is one of the few times that i am going to write what happened to me last week. Normally i would want to write something like that becuz i honestly dont think that ppl are interested to know what happened to me though. Anyway, i am writing this not becuz for the sake of writing it but rather i want to share some of my views regarding my alma mater.
Last week, i decided pay a visit to my alma mater, Victoria Institution which i spent good 7 years there = ). Its been years the last time i went back there for a visit though. Thank god, it is still standing tall and recently, it was granted 'heritage' status for being one of the oldest school in whole malaysia. Yes it is fortunate that it havent been demolished for the purpose of development unlike some schools though. ( i know this is sensitive, no offence intended k? )
= )
First of all, i am not a historian dude who can tell you the whole chronology of the school though. Okay, as usual, the first thing that i did when i went back there is to go visit the school swimming pool where the VI water polo team will be having their training there. And yes, i used to be a school and state water polo player (but thats the past though, i am old ad and no longer involve myself in that sport)
The first impression that i had when i saw them training was like 'Wow!', 'wow' not becuz theres a lot of guys wearing swimming trunks (mind you i am not Mr Ang, a friend of mine who is a homo), but 'wow' becuz they dont seems to be having training to me. They are like montessori kids playing around in the swimming pool, waaaaaaaaaaaaaay diff from those days where the players are being forced til you will die of exhaustion during training. (just a metaphor btw, but they really push you to the limits when comes to training)
I still remember those days where i was forced to train from monday til saturday, 6 days per week. When i asked the current boys about their training days, it was reduced to only 2 days per week. When i talked to them, none of them can recognise me anyway except 1 particular chap by the name of KK. He is a senior of the team and even invited me to join them for training, which i did, not on that day itself, but i joined them for training 2 days after that.
Guess what? after years away from the game, luckily i could still match with some of the seniors and easily performed way better than some of them and all of the junior players. Thats not becuz i am good but i would rather say that the standards atm are terribad (new word huh, not in dictionary). I wont take credits away from 1-2 top dudes in the team, they are really good though, but the gap between them and the rest are wider than the gap between earth and the moon.
This is what concerns me. These top dudes are going to leave the school soon and the team will be passed to the new boys which is going to lead the team. Trust me, they are not ready yet. Those glory days where VI retained the champion for 24 CONSECUTIVE years, and i am still proud of it becuz i was part of team at that time, the team back then was also invited to play against junior teams from various countries. My hunch is, they are going to lose badly next year competition if they dont buck up intensively starts from now. sigh
After the warm up, i went on do some water polo shooting session, my favourite part of training~ But the VI water polo coach (which the school hired him - hes just an ex player like me) tell the juniors to play.... WATER RUGBY? DEEPS INSIDE MYSELF I WAS LIKE WTFZOR??! Isnt that just another way of me saying ' hey do whatever u want with the ball with some basic rules'
He should be asking them to train together instead. but then again, i kept quiet when the coach told me that it will prepare the juniors basic necessary strength for the real game. YARRRRRRR RITE!!!( /sarcasm )
What to do?... time changed.
After the training, i did walked around the school. The building still pretty much looks the same to me except with some new paints and maybe some renovations. But the feeling is no longer the same... the epic-ness of the school is somewhat lacking. I dont know about how others felt about the school anymore, but mine is no longer the same, it was diff from those days where i was still a student.
I just have to accept the fact that, those glory days are officially over and its best just let it be remained in my memory forever. = (
=Mr Zhong= (shortest post thus far i reckon?)
WHAT THE F.....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I WROTE A POST SOOOOOOOO LONNNNNNNNNNNNG AND ALL IT TAKES ITS A POP UP ERROR AND MY WHOLE POST IS ALL GONE???!!
ITS NOT EVEN SAVED IN THE DRAFT SECTION?!?!
( i will delete this post- once i write it all over again... sigh)
/cut wrist
/fainted
This post carries a few meaning but never mind on that, it is encrypted for certain reasons...
Ever wonder why all the basic elementary courses are named 101?
It is the start and it is the end as well, it prepares one for whatever ahead and it spells an end for the past, to move forward and learn/experience something new.
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