The tee of UTAR states 'UTAR - MY CHOICE' in bold and probably font size of 50 or something, trying to tell everyone how lucky we are to be in your fucking shithole uni.
It's the same old, same old facade our Malaysian goverment tries to put up in the international arena by telling everyone how united we are and shit, and in every single flyer out there that describes Malaysia contains the sentence 'to promote unity and harmony amongst the multicultural, enthnical, colourful skins of us malaysians' bla bla and whatnot as if the whole world doesn't know that there IS, i stress it once more, THERE IS, something very wrong with the country.
So back to UTAR. fuck you, don't try to brainwash us that we chose to be in your fucked up uni, who only accepts internal credit transfer but not external, if anyone tries to apply for credit transfer to a better place, say, fucking NUS or something, we'd be rejected nevertheless. bastards.
And the truth was, how should i put it, 'thrown'? oh no, wait, it's not emphasized enough, i need to make a better effort than this. Okay, the truth was fucking slapped in that motherfucking principal's face like a fucking rocket or some shit when he asked us a question during his dumb speech that almost put half the fucking hall to sleep. kay, the organizers didn't sleep and that fucking cameraman was awake as well cuz their necks were on the chopping board, if sleep they probably won't be allowed to fuck their other halfves or something, probably can't even wank as well. hands bonded together by 10 rolls of fishing string wherever they go. i call that 'eternal bondage'.
"so how many of you chose to enter UTAR? can i see a show of hands? is it 'my choice'? (smiles)
(awkward moment of silence, k maybe not so awkward for those who know cuz i'm fucking sure such response was expected)
no fucking one put their hands up, alright?
anyway. i must have drifted from the main topic again.
Alright so i missed 2 classes. then i went over to the bank to do some loan application shit. Fucking hell, kampar has no taxi and bus stands. to flag a taxi down, you must go to some shops and wait in the front for some taxis. It's ridiculous, i'm telling you. The weather today probably reached around 500 celcius or something, i'm surprised i'm still fucking alive i'm so seriousLEE.
then i went back after i was done with that, spoke to my friend about classes and when is our exams and stuff only to find out that..
TOMORROW IS THE FUCKING SULTAN OF PERAK'S BIRTHDAY AND ALL MY CLASSES ARE CANCELLED TODAY EXCEPT ENGLISH.
OMG.
OMG.
i'm so seriously. so fucking stupid to be back in KAMPAR. mahai! missed out jane's shit on sunday and going to miss out vy's shit today. fuckeddd! they didn't put up whatever notice or shit on the fucking website, what the fuck right??? mahai, at least have some courtesy to put up an announcement for all of us to know la you fucking STUPID PIECE OF UTAR SHIT!!!!!!!
yeah, i could have attended both parties and be back on Tuesday and still could make it for classes on wednesday. the best part is, if i'm back on tuesday, i wouldn't have to trouble myself going to the old town to apply for some maybank account. i could have done it in OUG. mahai!
And suddenly. I had an epiphany. And i remembered one of the greatest quotes i've ever read in my entire life.
It was from Calvin & Hobbes, not Abraham Lincoln or Mahatma.
"That's one of the remarkable things about life. It's never so bad that it can't get worse"
Well, the only left to do right now is not to whine about it anymore and just accept it as it is. To prepare myself better in the future so such downfall wouldn't occur to me anymore. It sucks to be in such situation, no one likes it. But it's already happened. suck it up, suck it up. Well.. that's the thing about me. I could always find the dimmest light of optimism while swelled up in the darkest hellhole, ever. lols.
Satire never fails to put a smile on my face.
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