get the fuck out

I cannot manipulate your brain, I cannot control your mouth or decide what comes out of it.

But I fucking hate people who constantly have misconceptions of this land that I love and adore so so so so so greatly, and people who cannot see past the facade that the puppet masters want you to see, or the 'truth' they potray to you that you readily accept it as the ultimate truth.

Read your history, read your books.

This land has its own unique culture, with its tasty local delicacies that you cannot find elsewhere, its friendly people who always make me feel at home, its pretty and nice women who epitomize beauty of mother nature, and its very active aging population, one in which even the elderly are not left behind in its progress. It's even more than its picturesque sceneries that so few people, like myself, appreciate.

It however, also unfortunately a branding of its own; i hate how this country's tourism industry has been commercialised.

Come my 21st birthday this year, I know I'll be taking the oath and surrendering my option to become a citizenship of this country I love. I've been saying I don't have a choice when in fact I do. But it just makes more logical sense that I be doing what I'm gonna do because of the disappointments I've had with the direction this land is heading off in. I've been thinking if I be the one who actually makes the difference, but I'm too powerless to do anything in the first place anyway.

No matter, this land, this republic will still be my country, whether or not I possess her citizenship or her passport.

And no matter how much I appreciate or adore the cultures, history or languages of other foreign countries including, but not exclusive to, that of Japan, Korea, Thailand, Latin America or the European Countries, this country is my home and it will always be my home.

God damn there's still 4 days left but I can't bear to countdown to the day I leave this country.

But I just wanted to say: stop telling me how much you miss the weather or the food or the sceneries or the nice people or the night markets or the nice old people or the beautiful women. Because you don't know what it feels like to be me. And you probably will never emphatize with me.

So, go back to your comfortable house, your comfy little air-conditioned room with your comfy little bed tucked in with your comfy blanket. Brag about your certificates or your car/ motorcycle, your house or the places you've been to. Or any other material possessions or personal achievements you have. Because I don't give a fuck and this place doesn't need more people like you.

Education has failed but we need to see past the fact and know what exactly is failing the society. And maybe, just look into the mirror in your bathroom and you might stand a good chance of finding out the answer.

Live in the cute little world of your own and leave me alone. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

And haha, this is nothing personal by the way. hahaha