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'.