Gratifying Juniors

We had this stunning dinner last two weeks, celebrating our lecturers which have been taught us all over the judicious astuteness of the pedagogical thingy.

It all went well, besides some of us being late and cause some of the irregularity over the conduct of that night.

But the big story in excess that night is the attitude of our junior. We were about to handle a dinner which probably causing a costly moment of money inside us. There's doubtless not a big deal. In addition, we reallly need our junior to play a band which if we hired the hotel's band almost costly near RM 700.

And whats good then is, there is a band in our maktab which played by our own junior. I preferably think they will do us a favor in order sent us off pleasingly.

On the contrary then, they said they have to charge us nearly RM500, bargained by us which have to cover up the cost, they affirm the total RM 200 for only 45 minutes play.

2 days before the dinner starts, they come again to us and said they need another RM 200. Our committee starts meeting and final decision is we cancelled to hired them because of the principle status.

Firstly, when we ask them to help us in our memorabilia night we convey them to onjoy sent us off besides get pleasure from insintrically have a pills of music.

When they said they need to charge us, fine when we affirm the first term of RM 200. Then they need more.

The thing about principles we cant account from them is, they play like a big band and asking for more. When we do really need a favor and seeking help from juniors, they bite us like a wild dog hunting for a bigger meat.

This is life man. If you have no money, dont ask for help. Even is they are your juniors.

This happened in our life of so-called 'maktab'. It do happen anywhere I believe.

So what the big deal of junior and senior thingy?

Bullshit.

Alter Ego

No, I know nothing about friends. But this time, this Chihuahua type of thesaurus gives me the synonym of friends.

Alter Ego.

So what?

I should say nothing, write triple void of trifle about this thing which should not occur. Since it happen now, no penitential of mournful melancholy should anyone say.

We were about to offshore over the next weekend, organised and whipped all by our own towards Pangkor. Since there is a 1 night programmed, the setting is could be septicemia as a stimulant medicament remedy to us.

Since it is about 5 years, so we were very exultant gratified to wait for that day.

For me, it is nothing but about appreciation. This is the time to show them, the friends which were all caring and be with me for over the last 5 years.

But then, 1 person come up with foolish ridicule mentality enlightened by Hammurabbi I should say, ringing up the bell about 'cannot ride with the boys car because my pakwes so jealous and could serang you anytime'!

How in the hell, with cars are set up carefully from the beginning 'that' person direct everyone to salute the order from her 'pakwes' which even now I think is know nothing about this trip?

Even if it is hell, 'that' person is at no risk in riding 'berdua-duaan' in the boys car. 5 cars, 4 driven by boys and 'that' person are giving direct order to be included in the first car without knowing that the girl driver is having their own companion for that day.

I've been thinking about this over a time, but to write it down here is very cheap childish type of salvation I think. But this time is no more to think, even 'that' said something about me and my companion which 'kononnya' should not be touch by anyone because of my attitude. 'That' person finally advised others to not ride with me that time.

Cool. That is very cool man.

You don't even engaged but been controlled super-fornicately by your so called soul-mate.

Cool, for me that is very cool.

But please don't annoying others. Enough is enough. Don't let people cursing on you like this.

You are a burden right now for others.

People are not born to burden others. But life is life. Even it is called friends.

That's why I don't believe in friends.

There is no such thing as a genius.

This theory brought up by my father.

My job is to write it down here, so that I'll remember it someday or someone will read it tomorrow.

He says, rich people who tend to study abroad or send their family to further their schooling foreign is not a genius.

Outside university is so afraid to failing their students. They know, this type of people, generations, sons of a rich family which is sometimes ruling their country will someday comeback to their country and continue as the next ruler.

There is no such way to control the country, unless grab this type of family and award them with 'botox kind of plastic' education or inject them with diplome of silicon so as the people trust them afterwards.

Today, there is no urgency of sending people abroad unless you have nowhere to spent off the money.

This type of tittle-tattle theory rise up for picturing the scale of how some sort of group of people (usually politicians and capitalist) play the chess on how to manage the lower and middle class people.

So the lower and middle class people is not going to have the oppurtunity to get into the upper class.

West (read foreign universities) know how to  shaped the world. This time,  they control the education system so that they can hold our heart.

The reality is, there is extremely enormously no such things as a genius out there.

Think smart and earn what you really work on to. And don't forget to pray.

Alma Mater and the Georgous Hammurabi

Hammurabi when enacted the famous-amos his well preserved code of law state in preface; "Anu and Bel called by name me, Hammurabi, the exalted prince, who feared God, to bring about the rule of righteousness in the land."

Referred to Professor Madya Hadji Wiki-al-Pedia, it is believed  the code is often pointed to be a primary example of even a king not being able to change fundamental laws concerning the governing of a country which was the primitive form of what is now known as a constitutional.

Constitutional, I believed is a single para pharase. It is prerogative, always consent with stereotypo of your welstanchaaung.

Only if you believe in it, or you have one.

In these groovy 5 years, my 'maktab' has been transformed through a process call Witwicky and changed his name to a five star classy called Institute.

What a changed then! We were so proud of it. Even we have to get used to called ourselves 'mahasiswa' rather than 'pelatih maktab' before.

Adjacent to this, the name is only a name. Maktab is changed to Institute and afterwards to IPGM 'Kampus Ipoh'. But the facility and the services is the same as before it changed. Nothing 'mega' construction was develope due to this changing of industry.

The library, so sorry for that, is too small and less books. It is far beyond the faculty library I  think. No faculties with severe number of doctorate lecturers, it is a shame I believe.

People start talking, even Malaysian Qualification Agency raised the issue what have been done for us by the government if the changes is only up to the name and the facility remain stay as a Diplome institution.

Facility is outdated and outnumbered. KPLI students now have to borrowed the next school classes as their 'bilik kuliah'. The freshies is growing bigger with 18 classes and no one taking action to preserved the idea of having a 'Dewan Kuliah' here.

More seriously injured, mentality of the lecturers and the students are not up to date. Referring to our variation of adjustment in the political areas and the fast flip of tech crunch on the other side of the world, it is simple nihil to see our students movement only being move by the administration, not by themselves.

Todays 'mahasiswa' of IPGM is conjuncted with plagiarize and hedonism.

We hear nothing they said in order to react with the national or world issues. They read a less books than a standard 5 year students read.

In an absolute unadorned uncomplicated words, they are doing nothing. But they are our future generation of the so called 'teachers'.

I remembered Dr Mahathir said in the newspaper last month, students should have alma-mater towards their institution where they studied, in order to thanks them for giving the oppurtunity to gain knowledge and experienced.

But here, we are stressed out with the so called 'maktab's Hammurabi code in example; passed up your security card wherever you want to go even if you just want to bought chekodok at the stall in front!

In Asia, University Malaya can obtained only on the 38 rank. How about our IPGM in the next year ranking?

There is no such way I think. So it is totally useless to think about the alma-mater.

Its all about the code. Hammurabi, thanks for consent the paradigm.

Conventional, what would it be in tomorrow?

What would it be in tomorrow?

It is good in old days if our house equipped with a set of television. Then every house have one.

After a years, internet come in handy and very common. Every house adopt that scheme, anyway.

Today, internet followed us everywhere. As close in our pocket, everybody shares everything they do and publish everything.

You can tell whether you are drinking the Kopi Janda at that janda coffee house or driving back to Segamat to fetch your wives or you are currently fighting in your shopaholic relationship.

Everywhere the wireless connection adhere, you can flipping fast through Google Fast Flip e-magazine in order to shopping the need of information or swallow the news beta through Google News or even twittering between the news headline.

Everything comes in very handy. I even more nervous seeing this blogger-ing junky keeping changed every summer falls, the dashboard or even the composed mode.

Then I feel skipping backward in these crunch of tech gizmo, albeit I am the one who pioneer in doing blogging among my friends.

My Twitter account suddenly being suspended without I'm posting anything and asking me to reset my password recently.

So again, when everyone has adopt a blog today, I'd rather leave it as a blank fragment in an idea of exceptional conventional.

People blogging and facebooking via their mobile right now, and I'm still captive in this junk of hot steamed-iron computer called laptop.

Fables That Feeble Like Twitter

I've been waiting for so long in my life, to get travel.

Vladivostok is my hope, even though it is impossible to get there in another 5 years.

For sure, I've been praying to get there in my 'doa' at Masjidil Haram last year.

I'm also dreaming, someday somehow, to earn my doctorate far-far away from my hometown, exactly Tanjong Malim (albeit you are such a gorgeous historian small city, hehe).

I believe, to be a good citizen, there is no such way of synthesizing hyperbole your experience.

Experience is not to be tell tall. It is not a fables that feeble like twitter.

Experience is about gaining ideas by pumping your whole weltanschauung.

Reading is one of them. Another will not moving if you sit still.

Congratulation to my members which make it to Warwick, United Kingdom last week. God sent you there off some reason.

Gain your experience and come back as a good citizen.

Otherwise, you are not wise enough to fulfill God's plan in you.

Falling into pieces

They say bad thing happened for a reason.