Dear readers, As soon as Soon here gets his act together, he will definitely post a few jottings about university life and the continuing endeavours of his group of friends in Tanjung Golden Cinemas...

It will be, yet again, some time till the next post, for this author will spend the rest of next week in a place of unremitting torture called the IPTA. With all sincerity, this blogger believes that our tax payer's money are going into an institution that gives leeway to inhumane compromises made by its 'holier-than-thou' administration. Hopefully, with the advent of the digicam, we might hope a courageous soul might attempt to record the violence of activities done under the euphenism 'Ragging' (just like Abu Graib). Those who are concerned for the well being of your favourite blogger can contribute to his 'Save Goh' campaign by heartfully donating a month's worth of labour to Goh's particular account at the nearest Bumiputra-Commerce Branch [I'm forced to used it. Another ruling made by our 'efficient' bangsawan bureaucrats.(does not include public servants :))].

Planet of The Apes? In conjunction with the response for our IPTA (Local University)applications, our simian friends decided that the time was right for rebellion to begin: "Monkeys Wreck Havoc in Campus"-News Straits Times, 3rd June 2004 Let it be known that this wasn't another local case of mass hysteria (which is common among sororities in Malaysia) where the usual 'treatment' for such an event was to bring in the kampung bomoh to 'cleanse' the surrounding area from evil spirits. During Chinese New Year, I was an ( and the only human) eyewitness to a gathering of beruks. ( Please do refer to my 22nd of January posting) It has been some time since then. It has been horribly quiet too. Now finally, perhaps after months of preparations, they're coming out to the masses in masses. Humanity, beware. Never thought you may see the day where animals organize.Animal Farm this ain't, but truth is always stranger than fiction.

For the past week, 4A students have taken hold of our nation's conciousness.With all their rage, they grasp and grab in full fury without mercy. It was such a suffocating affair that even the PM was forced to acknowledged their demands! How preposterous! The strongest, the most organised of our opposition parties can't shake our current government in equal strides! I feel more pity for Hadi Awang and his gang of sanctimonious supporters. Why promise a ticket to paradise when all you have to do to get a response is to take the STPM? Is STPM harder than politics? Or is it just Hadi Awang's IQ? Okay, enough about state affairs. P.A's over. We can now all just blend in back into our ignorant, apathetic silent majority.(being a hypocrite here, I readily admit) These 4A students should start allying themselves with the Beruks(read the last post) and launch a coup de tat in Malaysia. After that, every form 6 student should be obliged to take medicine as his major course. And Wira of Kuala Lumpur'98 fame should be prime minister. Rather than go further on an issue that has been the specktacle of the media for the past few days, I would like to rant about those who receive less-than-brilliant results. It is undeniable that these few 128 have worked their guts out for their remarkable results. (An exception is to be made for those born with Viknesk-like brains. One of them is a particular Free School student who, in her own words describe F6 life as "sleep and play everyday". For their efforts, it has been a goal for me to present these select few with gurgles of constipated, rabid Tibetan Yak's vomit) It is also irrefutable that there have been countless numbers of other average scoring students with a passion of medicine, and would probably make fine doctors one day. Are exams exquisite? Are they really RM500 ringgit lobsters in Chef Wan's terminology? Are they everything? Trust me, I've tasted lobster before (for free!), and they aren't that good as the popular conception it holds. Without a talented, enthutiastic chef and his arsenal of spices, sauces and kitchenware, it would be nothing more than a big chunk of meat of a creature with attributes similiar to the hedious insectoids(Kevin included) of Aliens. What we need more is compassionate, responsible, loving and of course interested apprentices of healthcare. I know. Pragmatism comes into frame. The only way we could determine whether a person is qualified at least technically in a certain field is through the Paper. There is nothing for me do disagree with this. However, wouldn't it be nice that prerequisites for such courses should take into account more of 'field work' and also (yes, even) the applicants sincerity? Why don't we place a more appropriate merit for activities done like volunteering at the local orphans welfare centre or retiree's home? Or at the children's care unit in their local hospitals and at NGOs like the Malaysian Aids Council? Why must it be disapportionately be grades, grades and grades? Remember Path Adams? (it is adamant that he too, despite his good heart, will bear the brunt of my Yak vomit for his superior intellect) Even our academic syllabus could be less exam oriented and more assignment driven. Afraid that objectivity might be compromised? Or do we just fear creativity? Interview sessions can also be held to give lecturers a more rounded introduction to the people they might be teaching. This way, an individual's knowledge of a subject beyond text books can also be comprehended. Think all of this is just a bit too combersome? Not practical? Take a look at a few countries. Singapore. The UK. Cuba (proving that a developing country can't just excuse itself with the 'resourses are stretched' argument) All of these have implemented all or some of the policies that I had just written about. After all is vented into words, I believe I've conveyed some of my perspective in full public view (silent majority, I still am?) After all these are on the rakyat's eyes, I too believe that none of these will ever be considered. For democracy is healthy in this country. P.S: Democracy, in Aristotle's Politics, is 'the rule of the mass mob' Oh, before ending, please, please do visit this bloke's site. (highly recomended for those in fly infested, dung beetle encoated rotting shit.)

I know, I know. I've done it again. Inconsiderately I've left most of my readers in the dark, without even a hinting a slight reference (of a sentence or so)on the current happenings of my life. What's more I've over done it this time (Three weeks since my last posting). However, in spite of this sudden silence which last nearly over a month's time, I believe that there is still a significant number of my readers out there who, out of reverence and idolatry, refused to relent to reason. The tweaks and nips of the cheek causes my lips to stretch and wrench, emoting an expression much reserved from the Asian (but nauseously pursued by Xaverians) reffered to as 'laughter', when my mind came upon the image of my fillial followers. Snapshots of imnsomnia, coffee and burdened, blackened eyes came into my vivid imagination. Only one other class of people would fit the figure just mentioned: footie fanatics (whom, may I add are insolent idols of the burly male with a flair for "half ball or one half ball" game theory). To soothe the pain and indignity that may have encumbered these special group of potential cultists, the justification for my recent absense this time around doesn't involve gluttony or apathy. It was due to an obligatory attendance in activities done in my local campus. Yes, in spite of months if not years of indolent, ignoble existence, this particular blogger did make it in to university. The few weeks that went by was spent dodging seniors (especially those with a jacket, officially entited PPSM) and lecturers alike. Queues at the local registration centre and food outlet too persist, with success only attained in the former and never the latter. In compensation for the lost hours of my fellow fans, I would like to announce that the future will be bright for me, anyway. After much needed training during Orientation Week, I've fully been absorbed into this new title of scholar legerdemain. The everlasting axiom "Rules are made to be broken" will be consistent in my everday life as an undergraduate. In part, I would like to thank the Sifu Square for his indepth knowledge of deception and intrigue. "Boobs and Booze" are to become my new dictum. Of course as usual I may have to improvise as the scarcity of C cups are still prevalent and the fact that I don't drink (and the fact alchohol is illegal) comes into mind. Perhaps grape juice and FHM Singapore will be it. As because the vivacious vigour of Menara Gading calls, I have to finish here. Before I end, may I offer some food for tought: (and not tought for food, which is common during lunch hours here) "Intelektualisme ialah Bujang Lapok!"* *'Bujang' is bachelor in Malay. University students are going to be bachelors, in their fields of study and also their social life. 'Lapok' here means 'outdated'. Combined and you get something called 'meritocracy'.

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