Lower 6 started today.

This was what I remember learning about Malaysia from the Pengajian Am and Malaysian Studies textbook:

Government type: Constitutional monarchy. Nominally headed by a paramount ruler. Bicameral parliament that consists of a non-elected House of Senate and elected House of Representative. Democracy.
Three bodies: Legislative Body (Bicameral parliament), Executive Body (Headed by Prime Minister) as the and Judiciary Body.
*our Judiciary is independent of the Executive, and that the Legislative is an untouchable sanctity of a parliamentary democracy.

For once, I can reconcile with what the Pengajian Am textbook says. Yes, you might call me a cuckoo for being a slow learner. Perhaps I am really a cuckoo. But I know, after 11th May 2009, I will remember the message above that is bold in green. High court Judge Datuk Abdul Aziz Abdul Rahim showed me the way! Confidence. Dignity.. INTEGRITY and 1Malaysia. Thank you for remembering to uphold the precedent on Stephen Kalong Ningkan,\.

We all know, there are still two more appellate Courts after the High Court in this process:- Court of Appeal and Federal Court. So Zambry and his teams of worthy lawyers can always appeal, which I think they would anyways. But I remain optimistic in this case. I refuse to believe that at best, it is only the High Court until I hear it myself from the mouth of the two Courts.

Anyway, the next best solution would be to call the election and let the people decide who should be the MB. That will be our ultimate judge given the context of a democratic country.

But who am I to say.

Please don't mind me, I am just spouting nonsense again.

The long hand strikes 12MN.
I got to click "Publish Post" soon.
A long two weeks or so beckons, beginning tomorrow.
Just wake me up when May ends.

People always say that they wish they could become a student again. Me too.
Can I go back to become a student again?

No such thing as Pause/Rewind.

Some days I feel things move so fast and I am afraid of what happens when it all ends. And yet I can’t slow it down, it feels too right, this speed. This is comfortable. This is scary.

In any case, I have 9 hours before I'm off to work. Sigh. Weekend's over. Fast.

I hardly do anything nowadays except a bit of entertainment and tv after dinner. Then it's off to slumber land. I have not even finished the Bible. I barely even reached like one-tenth of it. It is a disaster, I know. I miss bumming around. It is a recuperation remedy that seems ideal after a hectic week!!

Wistful thinking. Unrealistic desires. Too bad life is not that way. No such thing as Pause/Rewind.

Work is not that bad actually. The environment suits me perfectly. I love it actually, just that I'm suffering from inferiority complex. It just takes a mere 5 minutes to get myself confused. I'm so hopeless, really. Oh well, paranoia has gone rampant.

May be I should not dawdle over tomorrow as yet.

Good night peeps. I'm out.

I sit back and think:

What has happened to Perak?

What has happened to 1Malaysia?

Okay, I wasn't at the Perak State Assembly to witness the event but why must V. Sivakumar be physically removed from his chair and physically dragged out, as if he has no feet to walk?

Sigh.

THANK YOU.

I shall miss you most ardently, Democracy.

Fare thee well and I shall bid You adieu.

In a wry moment of coincidence and mental irony,

Sometimes....

I hate it when people use Richard Branson and Bill Gates as examples of those who found what they loved, never settled for mediocrity, and always believed that God would somehow connect the dots for them in the end. Yes, both Branson and Gates are successful. No doubts about that. They are one of those who have succeeded in living their lives the way they wanted despite never graduating. They are good examples that education is not a hindrance to success. We just need the courage to go out and do things, instead of fretting over trivial matters. True.

And I tell you, the success stories of Bill Gates, Michael Dell, Richard Branson and their likes are truly stories that can make you feel like you can do anything in this world.... Nothing can stop you from pursuing your dream.

But we must always remember that the only stories we hear are the successful ones. For every Richard Branson story we hear about, there are a hundred failures that we DON'T hear about. There is only one Gates and one Dell. How many of us can be the next? How about those stories of people pursuing their ideal dream so hard and actually achieving it, only to find out it's not as fulfilling as it was supposed to be?? How many???

Giving those examples are extremely simple to say, and yet very hard to put into practice. There are people, stuck in poverty and most of these people do not have the liberty to ponder upon what they want to do with their lives. Everyday is a fight for survival for them. These are examples of the sheer randomness of life - the cruelty of it, in fact...

Thanks to the meritocracy system in our beloved country, it is sometimes so hard for a Malaysian with dreams to fulfill it. If one has no money, those dreams can actually go down the drain. There are stories of Malaysians with stellar academic results but was not offered a PSD or Petronas schalarship and even a place in matrics. However, with their stellar results, they were offered places to read their desired course in top universities in the world. But there again, they might not be able to further their studies unless granted a scholarship to lessen their parent's burden..

So much for those self-help books that drive the so-called positive force. It's BuLL....

God willing, He will somehow connect the dots for me in the end IF it is His calling for me to enter that trade. So be it.

The madness hath set in

I actually had some inspiration to write furiously. However, when I suddenly think of another point and put that in my memory cache (so I can type it when I am done with this sentence, when out of nowhere - *beep beep* 1 message received! Sh*t, lost it.

I picked up my hp, only to find that it is a former college mate with whom I have had innumerable text-message conversations for the past few days: "Can I call u at 8:30pm?; "Going out now. I call u tomorrow?"; "Call u in the afternoon, I'm in college."; "Can't call u later. Still in college. I call u when I'm free." ad infinitum. (But she will always manage to call me, one way or another, because the final message she sent me was 10 minutes ago, "I call u later."

It is one of those times when everything goes not-quite-wrong-but-not-quite-right-either. Suddenly you receive sms from friends that only look for you when they are in dire need of help in their assignments. How irritating. So much for Friends. Okay, I am not being selfish but these people are those you can do without and things become worst when they expect F.O.C consultation from you and at the same time, complete the rest of their assignment for them. As I am going on a frugality drive now due to a shortage of funds, I am not that generous to waste my credit sms-ing my suggestions to these people and calling them up when I'm free to give them my answer. I find myself brought to the point where I just bury my head in my hands, torn between a desire to cry and an overwhelming urge to clutch my hair and scream. And instead of doing either, I always end up taking a deep breath, reminding myself that lots of people are patient with me too and giving free assignment consultation (and they are also so nice that you feel guilty for being discouraged)!!

Neways, these friends of mine are those students that are not obsessed with obtaining a Distinction. A pass would render them the happiest people on Earth. Sad, ain't it to see how complacent they are...

Not that I was obsessed with obtaining 4.0 last time, because if I was, I could have probably gain admission into one of those Ivy League, Russell Group or other top notch universities on a scholarship and I would not be pursuing some art-sy course, as some may call it, but a professional field. And I would not have to be one of the lesser ones amongst us who have to work for the richer (business-owning) ones. But Thank God it is a 9 to 5 job, not some back-breaking Biblical toil and labour.

The most depressing kind of people are the ones who always seem too good to be true.

Are people with flaws easier to leave with?

Catch no ball?
Forgive me, for the madness hath set in.

But don't worry, I will get out of this existentialist despair soon for the polar opposite of me- personality wise is showing itself.