On an island in the sun
We'll be playin' havin' fun
Revelations may just strike you whenever and where ever. You might be sitting on the throne doing your business of making magnifique chocolate cake and stuff just pops up in your head. Sometimes your path crosses with another who touches your life, even for a brief moment and restore your faith in something you hold dear to your heart.
I've had a part of my faith restored, thanks to a few lecturers who helped me believe-a little-again that the bubble around my wild, optimistic and utopic expectations of being in a University, especially in a Malaysian University, might be able to be restored after an abrupt bursting a few months ago.
When that little bubble burst, it was quite depressing actually.
Ah. But you see, I shouldn't blow that bubble in the first place.
He who expects nothing shall never be disapponted.
How to not expect my life to be bigger than me?
The conditions before almost made me want to become a lecturer. Just to shake things up. Just to ensure that future students will not be disappointed like I was. To restore the romantic notions of tertiary education. Where's my green fields, blue skies, historical walls, beautiful books, unwritten future, strong pillars? But who am I to judge before being in their shoes?
Nonetheless, it's good to cross path with advocates of knowledge. To remind me that I am a student. And to be proud of it.
Can someone enlighten me on what had become of our students?
I was at the PTUM Theatrical Performance the other day and Rudeness was all around me I couldn't stand it.
___ Ong Ka Ting ( Dato' / Datuk / YB /-fill in the blank-) was on the stage, giving a speech, in Bahasa Melayu and almost everyone around me -except a few of my friends- were busy talking and laughing in a loud voice. I mean, come on, would it hurt to give that poor guy up there a bit of attention and appreciation for showing up?
As if that wasn't enough, and this was actually the main thing that got me so fired up at that time, was that, when he switched from speaking in BM to Chinese for a while, the people around me immediately shut up.
You talk when he was speaking in our national languange, which, I assume you would understand perfectly fine- if you managed to go all the way up to University level, unless by some miracle or by the extra-screwed up, if not already screwed up system- but you showed respect when he switched languages?
I didn't know courtesy comes in colours.
I've always thought it was colour blind.
No prizes for guessing whether any attention was paid when it was Dr. Razali Agus's (VC for Alumni and Student Affairs - think) turn to speak.
And these are the leaders of a muhibbah country.
Food for thought isn't it?
Might be trivial to some, but my fuse was lit.
Which doesn't happen very often.