Malaysia's 52nd Independence Day

I realized that this year`s Independence Day is one that I felt nothing at all. *Ironic, how can you feel nothing? What I`m trying to say is the usual patriotism, unity and love your country euphoria is not there at the slightest bit. It’s funny really, how a person can remain so indifferent despite the radio and newspaper spend the past 2 weeks speaking nothing expect for unity and the spirit of Merdeka.

I believe cynicism has probably taken the best out of me. It wasn`t until I drove along the empty roads of Cyberjaya, a small appreciation of the country appear out of the deep corner of my thoughts. That also quickly disappears once I`m reminded of all other political issue that plagued the country since the last election. I grew quite tired of politics and the world 'government'. It`s ridiculous really. Communism sounds like a better way to go at times.

I really hope that all of us can disassociate the government and the country. Only then, I can truly wish, Happy Birthday Malaysia.

The boring phrase of life.

I`m officially a boring, lifeless, old person. I have finally fall into the routine of work-sleep-repeat for 6 days with occasional movies session in between. So the only thing I can blog about is perhaps some of my site visits. Some of them are fairly interesting (in comparison to the life I have right now, the benchmark is really low).

I find the pylon structure really interesting. I reminds me of the giant ginger bread figure I used to draw last time. Of course, my drawing was never much accurate to begin with... so yea. It looks something like that. Or its just my inclination towards and structures that are tall, or somewhat mighty. The pylons towards the right are part of the regional grid lines. One screwed up, and half of Seberang Prai won`t have electricity. Yay!

The picture above is the jacking pit for pipe jacking works. This is where the machine is lowered down and drill a hole horizontally across to the side`s pit. I never thought that installing a pipe underground can be so troublesome. Especially for critical ares like places under the track line, slopes on hills and etc. Leakage can cause settlement and soil erosion, just like the one happen in recently at Batu Ferringgi, Penang. So the pipe have to be placed very deep (about 6 meters) and protected by reinforced concrete. Just laying one simple pipe can cost up to 100k. So the next time a pipe burst, just imagine those poor JBA guys forking out the money.

*and those poor guys working at the hot and muddy area.

The machine just broke down and work`s stalled for the moment. That seems to be the most 'interesting' news I`ve received these days. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Graduation


And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
And we would get so excitedand we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

[1]
As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
From whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule
Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly
And this is how it feels

[Repeat 1]

La, la, la, la:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la:
We will still be friends forever

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there?
Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end
And suddenly it's like we're women and men
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly

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I attended my uni`s convocation last week and realized, that so many of the people I know are graduating this year. The sudden epiphany that I probably will not meet them again in the future got me wondering, why I didn`t try spending more time with them while I`m in university.

I don`t have much time left. In less than a year, it will be my turn. I`m not sure it will be a painful goodbye as this year. (most of my friends are graduating this year), but the thought of leaving the luxury and privileges of a student terrifies me. That said, this reality is inevitable.

Soon I`ll stop wearing the academic hat

and wear a construction safety helmet instead.

One more year to go. Only one.

MSLS 2009

The Malaysian Student Leader Summit was a lot better than I expected. There were many impressive speakers and big shot (some times, they are mutually exclusive) invited to gives speeches and subjected to endless questions by students.


Perhaps, my biggest surprise was the level of hostility in those forum. People were actually far more vocal than the lines that were usually drawn by our government. *and if people say I`m rebellious, that those ppl are definitely revolutionary. Both the students and panelist was debating on contentious issue, with conflicting idea and stances. Tun Mahathir was called a hypocrite by a student, Dato Wong Chung Wai was called ignorant and chidish byDato Saifuddin and Utusan Chief Editor was accused of playing the racial card in his newspaper. (followed by a thurderous applaud by the audience).

It was differently a different experience, having a summit organized by a foreign insitution (UKEC) attended by a bunch of students, with a significant majority studied at UK. Student always enjoyed (almost) unlimited potical capital, and this summit had definitely impress me enough to believed so.

and like all conferences/event, you meet old friends. Though this time, I had no appointment with them whatsoever. I was half afraid that I`m going to spend the time alone. Turns out, I found 8 familiar faces.

More events like this, Malaysia will definitely steer in the right path towards a greater democracy.

說好的幸福呢 歌词

你的回话凌乱着 在这个时刻
我想起喷泉旁的白鸽 甜蜜散落了
情绪摸名地拉扯 我还爱你呢
伴你断断续续唱着歌 假装没事了

时间过了 走了 爱情面临选择
你冷了 倦了 我哭了
一开始的不快乐 你用卡片拭写着.
有些爱只给到这真的痛了

怎么了 你累了 说好的幸福呢
我懂了 不说了 爱淡了 梦远了
开心与不开心一一细数着你再不舍
那些爱过的感觉都太深刻 我都还记得
你不等了 说好的 幸福呢
我错了 泪干了 放手了 后悔了
只是回忆那音乐盒还旋转着
要怎么停呢

This space is my simple escape from the harsh reality. Expect lots of random rants and whining apart from the daily reporting of things going I`m going through.

Take nothing seriously, leave comments, or just a simple hi. The world is getting smaller by the day, why not know each other now. Have fun ya all.

Regards,
Alex