Just another day

Adios Incubi, Hello Holidays

How is your second semester? If you ask me, expect to hear replies like, “bad”, “not good”, “shitty”, “Huh, what?”

Second semester seems like somewhat never exist to me, from at the first to the last place. On the first week of semester restart, I skipped classes for a trip to the jungle until the final day of the week. Clearly it can’t be a good start. As ironic as it may sound, on the last (first) day of the week when I went back, there were others still not back from their holidays yet! (For whatever reason, the scene of the class cut half the amount of 50 students is still fresh like a pie coming out from oven in my memory until today) Just when I thought I was the only one who was doing all the bad deed (Methought skipping the first 3 days was anything more than enough to be sentenced to death – the others skipped the first whole week!).

On returning to study life, I was mercilessly bombarded by a series of endless literature journals and killing project. My instructor of that, known to me as Prof. Dr emilyROSwhitelephanthilLI, hybridly named after the title of short stories that he asked me to read, have successfully made it to be feeling like his subject was the only one I ever have to study for the rest of semester. Bravo.

I have to do the infamous entrepreneurship subject this semester. That was a baby, a huge baby to take care of! Almost succeeding like the literature subject in making me to feel like the only subject I ought to pay attention throughout the semester. I had to associate with others to run a business in the campus for four days, and having a demanding instructor for the subject made life more difficult. Everybody hated it, I hardly had any feeling toward it. Period.

On another note, I’ve always been suspicion toward the creditability of the faculty staff. They should learn to grow. Just tell if you don’t know who’s who and I wouldn’t have to stupidly knocking on the doors of those irrelevant who’s who only to find out that who’s who isn’t the right who’s who I wanted to find and finally landing myself in pile of shit with some rebuke from the head of department.

Driving, a pleasure, or a nightmare?

I now drive day in and day out to class as a consequence of not living in the filthiest, dirtiest, disgusting, awfully-and-terribly-run-by-private-company campus hostel any more. Distance is one thing, but I’m fine with it. 35km from home to class and another 35km from class back to home should be as smooth as saying XYZ backwardly. What poses problem is the rocket-rising rate of the vehicles on the road that causes massive traffic jam and the time toll that is taken. I don’t mind waking up early and going home late in order to avoid traffic jam, but what bothers me is the increasing temperature that is caused by the number of vehicles on the road everyday, especially during the afternoon. And I strongly agree with you Marc, if any of you think an increase of 1°c in average temperature is a small matter, then go fuck yourself!

I admit I am a turtle. I have extreme hatred for people who tailgate and close down me in a point-blank distance at the back of my car while I am already driving in the slow lane. Everytime I see it I feel like stepping real hard on the brake pedal without prior warning, and subsequently inviting the “tailgater” to lose control, not over their car but their urinary system. Thereby allowing me to have a good laugh at them. HA HA HA HA. I also hate people who speed like nobody’s business on the road. These people simply do not realize the danger of speeding. They do not have an inkling that speeding is often the cause of all the fatal accidents that happen everyday on the road. “Drive Responsibly”, two simple words that aren’t well-understand by many people. I found it to be very interesting watching a scene when fast moving car is forced to brake/slow down their vehicle in order to avoid crashing with car that moved away from their usual lane to the fast lane. To me those car that moved away from their lane are like angel lah, an act only stuntman will do, that is inviting driver who think they are driving a Formula One race car to brake suddenly and taking the risk of involving in a car crash.

Now, semester draws on! And holidays please don’t be late!

Now I could not care less already, someone please mark it an end for my semester. I do not want to be bothered any more by the all the academic stuff; seeing all the lecturers, dealing with difficult assignment partner, the banyak pattern academicians and so on. Hopefully this semester will not go the wrong way too badly.

Just one of those things


*Septiembre is September in Spanish

So Long My Friend

So Long My Friend

I admit the whole month is not going that smooth. A fortnight ago I had a heart-aching farewell for my mobile phone. My 3-year-old device fell into the hole of toilet bowl through my broken pocket. It just happened I was not even quick to realize it. It just happened! I wanted to save her but I do not know how to besides kicking myself for that blooper. It was a huge blow I had to suffer as all my personal and important stuff went swimming under the sewerage. Many people have been saying this and that as a mean of comforting on my loss but I just felt that it is simply not the way this should happen. I mean there must be a better way of saying goodbye to your ever-leaving gadget right. To my readers I am now collecting back all the lost contacts please bear with my fault if I could not remember some of the many numbers of you all.

I realized I am staying in the dirtiest hostel of all in the university. I was lackadaisical at first about this statement when a friend told me and I did not bother though. Until recently I bumped into some pictures of the other hostels in the university as well as others outside the university only I am at loss of words. Losses of words because of the other hostels have much cleaner and conducive surrounding compared to mine. The unpleasant smell will always be the first thing to welcome me when I have to walk along the corridor with lots of dusts and litters which look like they were and always there since the day earth was born to get into my room, or to go to the washroom, which I will talk about it later on. The weather these days had turned my tiny little room into a furnace. I am sleeping on a half-broken mattress while being toasted and roasted every night. The chair I used to have in my room was also semi-broken until I requested a replacement of a “new” chair. What else, you already know I had an issue with ants constructing homes under the carpet earlier right? The washroom. Do you know I am waking up to water sink filled with disposed food be it nasi lemak or curry Maggi every morning while I have to brush and shave on top of it? I also wash my clothes every day besides a toilet clogged by unknown objects most of the time. Hat off for those people who think the tiny holes above every disposal tank can make substances such as rice and paper pieces go away. Eat up all the remaining food and eject it through your anus into the toilet bowl boneheads. No, Stuart Little can’t help either. Some of the bathrooms are well decorated with clumps of mosses which makes them identical to waterfall surrounded by greenery. Those greenery have done us proud by providing green elements the earth needed. To my surprise, living under the same roof with me is people who are good at being a part time barber. They are especially good in leaving all the overgrown, unwanted, unnecessary hair scattered everywhere across the floor. Can you imagine if you were in my shoes? What am I if not filthy? On a more serious note, I noticed some rashes on my skin and I went to consult a doctor. The feedback from the doctor was needless to say more. I need to get out of this place A.S.A.F.P.

My nose is running now as I am writing this. I am still recovering from sickness. I had minor fever last weekend which got me panicked but managed to recover the next day. Hopefully it gets better, as holidays are approaching, I do not want to be a sick cat during the holidays.

Just telling it as it is


Have it not been the sudden declaration of mid-semester break two weeks earlier ago I should have by now starting to enjoy my actual mid-semester break, which should include a whole lot of activities that I can only be dreaming of them this instance. Should all things go accordingly I should have *starting to dream now* attended quite a few of events starting from Saturday, by kicking off the break with a visit to the Kuala Lumpur Photography Fair (KLPF) at Mid Valley. I have not been to any photography fair this year and at the same time I have been looking high and low for a suitable backpack to carry my camera as well as my laptop (I have not encountered a bag that is really say buy-me-buy-me at my first glance yet). Apparently there will be trade fair, talks, showcase and a model shooting competition too in the fair. On another note, one of the agendas on my planner is the Dogathon, which is a carnival held annually in my university for dog lover, and I was about to attend it too. You should start seeing me posting photos by now if the mentioned dreams were to become reality. And the reality is that I am actually having my midterm test! The sudden break had caused the midterm test to postpone to another week later which started from last Monday after the resuming of holidays. Basically, my plans are ruined, pretty ruthlessly.

Talk about university life. Week 7 is approaching, it is almost like the half of the first semester, until the imminent midterm test, only it hits me that, oh my goodness test are coming, assignments are incomplete, presentations are half-way done etc. These things are making me wondering what had kept preventing me from accomplishing what I should have done. Clearly there is something I need to work it out or else the water will only become muddier. On a different note, I joined the Buddhist society in university. Becoming a part of this society is nothing much more than pure co-incidence whilst I believe fate has destined me to be a part of it I want to make sure the affinity shall be prolonged. I attended the first class of activity last Sunday and I got this little surprise. They had this out of the blue but a memorable birthday celebration for me. The seniors were explaining about the rules and regulations that each of us the new members should abide and unexpectedly names of several other newbies including me were called out to the front of the crowd. We were questioned by the seniors whether or not we know what we did wrong, as if we were like prisoners. I hardly recognize and do not know what on earth I had actually done wrong. It was kind of annoying and embarrassing to be questioned over and over again in front of so many people. So the lights went off and the next thing I could hear was the song “Happy Birthday to you”. Truthfully I nearly pissed off by the anonymous actions right before the lights went off. They got me I guess.

Just telling it as it is

Saya Perkasa Putra

The killing orientation week has finally ended, as now I am already in the midst of Week 3. Looking back at all the text messages that I received from everybody, especially from my family and my friends, I owed everybody a deep thank you and I do not like to say this but I will have to say it out this time. The support and courage I got from everybody really mean a lot to me! Let me just put it in this way, I will barely survive without all of you, THANK YOU! That just showed how a dreadful and painful freshmen’s week I had to put up.

Probably my hardest time in life is my first week in university. Being away from home is not really a big concern for me. What really freaked me out is the idea of being alone in a total stranger place. Now that is what the whole thing is about. From the north to the south, what a transition. That was the first stumbling block to me as I do not really familiar with places in the south. All the while I am under the perception that places down south are just not that, you know, things at the bottom will simply never make the cut. It just never really interests me. I have been living up at the north since kid and I think things on the top are “good”. The feeling is like when Newcastle United had to travel all the way down south to match against Southampton, and worst of all if the Magpies lose… Ok let us stay on track. It will only be a geographical matter, perhaps I should start to learn seeing and accepting what is around me, who knows when the south of Kuala Lumpur might become a place as beautiful as Southern France? Before that, let me ask you what could you possibly do if given a time frame of 120 minutes? There is a word saying, “Tunggu keretapi bagai tunggu buah yang tidak gugur.” If you have not heard of it, tell the rest that I said this! A half an hour car journey could take up as long as two hours travelling by public transport. I suggest the first thing which should be improved in order for the south of K.L. to become a beautiful place like the Southern France is the public transport system. The next thing on agenda would be the toilets in most of the restaurants in town and followed by the litters and rubbish which can be found easily behind every “lorong” of the restaurants. Ok let us not stray too far away again. So I call this post “Saya Perkasa Putra” because of two reasons. Firstly I am going to share a bit of bits in university life up to this point, and secondly to proudly annonce that I had undergone every single moments (although I am not that certain if I really did) of the orientation week which was named the “Minggu Perkasa Putra”. Say I am great in naming.

Let us kick off with the place which I will be staying for the coming 12 months – the hostel. I can not really afford to say it is “my” hostel, I just can not do it! Terrible experience I had when cleaning the room on the first day. Guess what? There were ants making hell freaking lots of nests under the carpet when I pulled the whole piece of thing up! Seemed like I am the guest now and the ants are the master of the room before my arrival and these tiny creatures were crawling all over my body when I brutally demolish their homes but forgive me I had to. It took me like a month until today to finally call the hostel “my” hostel. After countless times of “home-improvement”, it is starting to give me the feeling of my own “home” (but still, nothing beats the real home). The best “home” feeling is expressed when I go back to my hostel in a worn-out condition, specifically after commuting with the frustrating and time-wasting public transports everytime, I would cool myself down for a moment and then smack my head onto the bed and slumber. I only have to study for four days in a week for the first semester, I managed to make myself free of classes on Friday, which allows me to go home on Thursday night and return to hostel only on Sunday. However after some consideration I decided to join the co-curicullum which falls on every Saturday morning, that means I have to return to hostel on the night before Saturday to attend the activity and go home again right after the activity ends. I am pretty much a frequent traveller now, who is sick of the system of the public transportation. Life outside home has been gradually getting better as time goes on and what I need now is only more and more exploration and experiences which will be beneficial to me and most importantly makes my life easier. There are fully air-conditioned with modern decal tinting campus buses which look like one of the express buses out there moving within the enormous campus areas which I think is five times the size of a TARC. Sounds like “best aje kan?” Anyhow due to the large population of the students, regardless local or international students, there will always be excessive demand for the services of the buses, which are relatively scarce, hence suggesting there is a problem in which we economically call it “shortage”. This problem become prevalent during “peak hours” like in the morning, during lunch and dinner and some other periods which might still be unknown to me yet. Sometimes I would think it is a big problem, but at times I would not. The library in the university is also known as one of the most comprehensive libraries it has to offer in the country. Apparently some RM10 million will be spent to maintain the library anually, although it does not look like a multi-million library to me. It would still be my frequent hangout spot as it is the only place I get connection onto the internet. Yeah I know what you are thinking right now. My hostel claimed there are wireless internet connection within the premise but to my disappointment the signal will be in all-time low and weak, which means I will never get to online from the inside and comfort of my room. Crap. The food is the final part I am going to share with all of you. Alright, I eat Chinese food outside everyday be it lunch or dinner ever since I discovered it and I will never eat Malay food again, unless under unavoidable circumstances. That is it.

A lengthy post this is really. I have been spending the last five days to come out with this post. It is just a co-incidence that this post would be probably be published today (if I can go online which I do not think it is likely going to be) which is my birthday. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who turned up yesterday for my birthday bash. It would be meaningless had it not been your presence. Organizing a celebration is not an easy task, I would like to credit my gratitude to Ms Lim Yi Ning and others who were in part of the planning. I think I will attend Jia’s birthday next year. (Wicked. I got Jia’s text wishing me happy birthday right after I am done with the last sentence.)