The protocols....

Im always wondering, whats the point of all these protocols?

It started today when I was in the lecture, the lecturer told us the institute's president will be visiting to our class tommorrow. Hence, the college management has decided that we are allowed to ask the president two question, yes, only two. Fair enough, perhaps the president is such a busy man that all he has for us is the 5 mins session for 2 question.

The best part of this is, we have to submit the question to the college management today. I do not know the underlying reasons for this, but I guess I know the answer. They just wanna ensure we ask the right thing, to make the college looks good, to look after the college's face. Well, Mr T, arent you afraid of suddenly there goes something wrong in my mind, and I just simply ask something that really bring you down from the sky...? Is there anything that you can do to prevent me from making noise..... about say..... wasting my time, wasting my money to attend such course?

Then, while this course cost me a bomb, our lecture will be stopped for a couple of hours tommorrow. We have been using the same classroom for the past one week, but for tommorrow we will have the pleasure of using a "nicer" classroom, for two hours. The reason for this? Because the president is coming. His heart will pain when he see a bunch of pityful kids studying in such a poor lousy condition classroom. Once he leave the college by 1130am tommorrow, we will then have to move back to the original classroom.

Hey, S college, Im paying for about RM500 for a day's course, and you are asking me to spend my time to shift here and there and doing these rubbish? Good move. What a good way to make money from me!

On one hand, the college is charging me a bomb and then reducing the cost of providing me an ordinary classroom, they have then printed a huge signage for tommorrow. What does it say? Welcome, Mr President! How much does this cost? I have no idea. Does it worth to spend such money? Its not only damaging our mother earth, its burning the pocket too.....

Thats what Malaysians are. Face, face, and face..... all the dust? Just sweep it under the carpet, and everything is clean, everywhere!

生活不必太规律

城市人的生活方式, 像小学生的时间表, 次序排列得满满的, 几乎找不到一点小小的空间.

而,他们就像个小学生, 必须遵守校规, 出席每一堂课, 哪怕不小心错过了一节, 就会被学校记个大过似的, 或害怕考试会因为那次的缺席, 少了许多分数.

每天, 上班放工, 回家休息, 累了.

明天, 重复着同样的动作, 同样的表情, 然后, 再一次累了.

偶尔放弃一堂讲课, 到草场去跑跑步, 或许一切就会不同.

有时, 生活不必太规律, 不时来个冲红线, 犯个小规矩, 才懂得自己处在哪个位置, 才知道自己的身份.

Translation:
For those who are living in the big cities like me, our life has been a routine that it has got no difference from the timetable / schedule that the primary school students applied in their daily life in school. It's so pack that leaves no space at all for other activities to squeeze in.

For a person like me, I am just like a young primary school student, have to obey to all the rules and regulations in school, attending every single class or tuition. What if I have missed out a class that the schoold will then blacklisted my name. What if I have missed out a class that I would have learn something that contributes to a (only) a few marks in the exam?

Everyday, go to work, come back from work, tired is the only outcome.

Tommorrow, repeat the whole process, repeat the same expression on your face, again, tired is the only outcome.

Once in a while, skip the class, go to the field for jogging, you will feel life is something much more than that.

Once in a while, go against the rule, do some silly actions, you will only then know where you are, and who you are.

Cheers!