fuyoh! 3 lunatics

there are altogether 3 lunatics in my house.

wow!!!

one of them likes to back-stab and had recently back-stabbed me. hope that she will back-stab herself to death eventually.

those who do dark deeds will pay for it someday and i hope that someday may be soon enough!!!

they are just so bitchy!!!

KTM's 'first class' service

KTM, also known as Keretapi Tanah Melayu has provided services for Malaysians since decades ago. the saddest things is that their services never improve even a bit although they are veteran in train services compare to Putra LRT.

1. the trains are never early. out of 10 times, the trains arrive on time at most once only. sad isn't it? there's only one train every 20 minutes and KTM expects people to wait more than 20 minutes. this is so inefficient and proves to the passengers that KTM is in capable of performing well despite of their seniority in providing train services.
2. it is soooooooo obvious that there aren't enough trains to cater to the passengers. this has always been a problem since i first used KTM, which was in 2005. KTM keeps giving excuses that they are repairing the trains and will buy more trains so that they can give better services. i can't imagine that doing these 2 things will actually take more than 3 years. anyway, i expect them to give this same lameful excuses for the next 10 years to come.
3. all KTM did is to beautify the condition of only a few trains out of the many trains they have. and they were so proud of it. most of the trains are so old that the air-con isn't functioning well. imagine being in a train, where the ambient temperature is about 28 or even 29 degree C and it is so packed that a person can easily suffocate.
   
4. the announcers are another problem. yeah, i can hear them really really well when they speak in BM. but when they announce in english, i can't even hear a SHIT. i wonder how the tourists know which train is going to where. all i can say is sorry, 'enjoy' the KTM Malaysia's service. yay!! so pathetic...
5. at KL sentral, most of the people will reload their touch n go card at KTM counters. it happened to me on 12 july 2008, i encountered a rude lady. KTM touch n go pad got some problem and i got a penalty and i was charged RM 7 for a route which is supposed to be RM 3.30 only. i went to the counter in KL Sentral and hope to get my problem settled soon. mana tau, the touch n go counter was closed and not even one worker working at KTM counters attend to me. the workers just told me to wait for the person in charge of the touch n go counter to arrive. ok, fine. i waited as the workers claimed that the person in charged of the touch n go counter is not part of KTM big family. so i waited for that scumbag lady. mana tau, that bitch couldn't setle my problem and told me to go to touch n go hub, just around the corner to get my problem settled. mana tau, the hub was closed and she didn't even know it. she gave me wrong information! then, what more, i went back and demanded her to settle my problem at once. she didn't even say sorry but pretended to know nothing with that bitch face. she kept on saying that she couldn't do anything. all she ever did is told me to call the touch n go call center, in other words, settle my own problem. i was so angry and shouted at her. she also did this same thing to a tourist from Turkey. walao eh, she spoilt Malaysia image, although Malaysia doesnt have any image anymore. she gave impression to others that she is just a vase and could do nothing but flirt around with boys. she didn't even feel guilty not to be able to help her customers. i went to touch n go hub purposely on the next week to settle my card problem and only got to know that a person in charged of the touch n go counter at KL sentral is a person from KTM itself. my goodness! she lied to me that she's working under touch n go!! another scumbag!
6. the touch n go pad at most of the KTM stations are either not functioning well or spoilt. even the machine where we insert the tickets are spoilt, most of them. and KTM doesn't take any effort to repair it. this has been happening for at least 3 weeks already.
7. there was some technical problems with KTM path today. i waited for the train since 12.40pm and the train only arrived at 1.08 pm. speaking of efficient, convenient and being fast huh. but the train didnt depart from the station until 1.35 pm, due to whatsoever technical problem. i expected the train to arrive at 12.48 pm and reached my destination at 1.30pm. due to this delay, i reached my destination at 2.30 pm. i had a class at 2 pm and by the time i reached my class, it was already 2.40pm. i took me about 2 hours from the KTM station in KL sentral to UKM KTM station. plus, it was so stuffy in the KTM and people waited for so long in the train.
   

wow! Pak lah, you advise us to use the public transport huh. but look at the SHIT that KTM produces before you give us this stupid advise or encouragement. how do you expect Malaysia to be a developed country by 2020 if we can't even be a punctual person.

to Director of KTM,

please do not waste our time waiting for your stupid trains. if you want to earn more from your passengers, PLEASE improve your service even a bit, although i know that you couldn't be bothered. if we had a choice, which we don't have any, we wouldn't take your services. if we wouldn't take your services, bankrupt you go! please be a better director and help each other to improve and thus help Malaysia in achieving its vision 2020. we are not to be blamed and you won't get blame from us and PM if your KTM company can improve in its services.

ps: please educated your workers well. teach them some manners and instill some moral values in them as they tell lies to their customers, which makes them look like a bunch of brat and scumbags.

Love,
Sammy

my suggestion:

1. abolish all KTM services and substitute with Putra LRT
2. decrease fuel price so that more people can drive and not take trains especially KTM
   
3. boycott KTM

i think KTM should be called Keretapi Talam 2 Muka

Department night 2008

hey, haven't been updating my blog lately. sorry folks, feel kinda lazy lately...got really tired at the end of each day with my part-time job and studies. studies aren't that exhausting, it is the sucking time-table that makes me sick. anyway, don't spoil your mood with my uni stuffs.
last sunday was my department night and tian yuh, my hometown friend had put in a lot of effort to make me look pretty that night. a lot of thanks to her...
the grand night wasn't that 'grand', instead it was kinda boring. the arrangement of the programme wasn't that good. i think i did a better job when i was in the committee two years back. anyway, i took loads of pictures with my coursemates, juniors and seniors that night. i think i better let the pictures do all the talking...enjoy...

from left: me, boon hwei, siew ching, sohuen and ah nyap

from left: wen li, me and ing hua

ing hua and me

a big group!!

hui san and me...

me and stacey

stupid sheng wa and me...

from left: my direct junior, super direct junior and super duper direct junior

me and khok kin

me and CY

wee ming and i

me and sui po

me and hao po

most of my coursemates, crazy coursemates to be exact...haha

the last department night for me...
the beginning of the end in this uni...

flash back: news of the decade

As promised a month ago, I would write a post about news of the decade. So here it is…

Actually, it’s not something big but I’m just making a big fuss of it coz I think it’s something imperative, especially to those who come from JKKP UKM.

I was having class with Dr. Siti Kathom the other day, with other coursemates.

Dr was lecturing all the way and suddenly, she came up with language issue. Most of us know that bahasa Malaysia is the national language in Malaysia and also the mother tongue for the malays. Since we were young, we learned all sorts of subjects in bahasa Malaysia. But before our former PM resigned, he made a new policy i.e. to teach maths and sciences subjects in English. My batch was the first batch to receive maths and sciences lessons in English since form 4, if I’m not mistaken. Since then, I’ve been learning almost everything in English except for history, moral and some other subjects. Learning everything in English means all the exams are conducted in English as well.

I still remember that most of my lecturers in Matriculation were having hard times adapting themselves to teach in English. But they somehow manage to get through and I would say that they did quite a great job.

The same happened when I entered UKM. My batch was the first batch to learn all the subjects in English except for Tamadun Islam and some other trivial subjects. In fact, my department was the only department to learn all the major subjects in English. I would like to admit that I was quite lucky to be able to learn everything in English. I’m that kind of person who would prefer to read books and does references using internationally written reference books, those McGraw-Hill books, Wiley and etc. International book are all written in English. Thus, it’s hassle free for me to read those international books, even making preparations for exams.

Undeniably, I prefer and love to learn everything in English, as this is the situation that all of us will meet when we go to work in the future. Even during my internship now, we use English to communicate, paper works, making calls, and during meetings. We cannot deny the importance of English in everyday life.

I was quite disappointed when I was still a freshman in uni, some of the lecturers still refused to translate the notes into English. Some even said that, language is not a problem. Well, it’s not true at all! Language is a MAJOR problem, it’s a BIG problem. If language is not a problem, why would the government repeatedly insist the importance of bahasa Malaysia and repeatedly encourage us to speak in bahasa Malaysia. With all the campaigns to enforce the usage of bahasa Malaysia in our daily lives and with the mindset: hilang bahasa Malaysia, hilanglah identiti sebagai orang Malaysia. Well, this is not the main point of my story.

Dr. Siti Kathom told us the other day that our thesis must be written in Bahasa Malaysia. I was very shocked to get this information. I was furious as well.

After 4 years of education in English, our thesis (passport to graduate) must be written in bahasa malaysia. This is so absurd. What the heck! If we were to write our thesis in bahasa Malaysia, why do they change all the teaching to English in the first place???!!! This is so not fair to all the students. Some even told me that, as long as I’m in UKM, as long as I’m a Malaysian, I can never run away from bahasa Malaysia. I don’t deny my identity as a Malaysian, and I don’t hate bahasa Malaysia or whatsoever. If we were to do our final project, which is the compilation of all our knowledge since 1^st year to 4^th year in bahasa Malaysia, why do all the lecturers trouble themselves trying to adapt themselves to teach in English. What’s the point of tormenting themselves and torturing the students. This is a no-win situation.

The way Dr Siti Kathom told us, it seems to be the final decision. I am so dissatisfied. I think everything is so ridiculous. It seems like I don’t have a chance to even disagree or object this decision. It seems like I can’t complain. Even if I want to complain, who should I complain to?? I thought this is a democratic country and now I can’t even have a say. I can’t even defend myself. What the heck!

Coursemates, is this what you want? Are you satisfied with this?


Update:

Should i write a warkah to Prime Minister???
I'm so undecided...i really want to fight for this but who wants to support me???
i am thinking that i want to make some changes but if i don't do anything about this, i will change nothing in the end.
i know the lecturers' pattern, if i overdid the complaining thingy, they might kick me out of UKM or even fail my thesis...
what i need now is a troop of loyal army to fight with me...who wants to support me, please let me know asap. i'm asking help from you guys...

sick of life

Some said that death is the most terrifying things on earth. Everyone will face death one day; it’s only the matter of time when you are going to meet it. For me, dying is not that scary but the pain of losing someone you love is far more excruciating than anything else in this world.
My dad passed away last year. Those who have been reading my blog might know about this. It has been 1 year and 2 months since he left us. Yet, I could still feel the pain of losing him.
My dad had always been the most supportive person on earth, at least to me. He never questioned me about what I did. All he ever did was to give me advice and told me to be extra tactful in all the things I did. Not even my mom, brother or sister had been this supportive to me. My dad trusted me. He trusted that I could do all things and that I could go far in my life.
The memory of riding on his piggyback when we went to some festivals is still clear on my mind. I loved the way he lifted me up so that I could have a better view of the surroundings. Back then, I didn’t know that lifting a person up on your shoulder could be so burdensome. He didn’t care about his well being, all he ever thought of was my happiness and enjoyment. I was so silly not to realize that when he was still alive.
I used to sit on his lap when we were watching tv. He also let me sat on his lap whenever I got bullied by my siblings and cheered me up.
He used to bath me when I was still young, probably before my primary years. He always put his hands on my forehead so that the shampoo won’t flow down and tear my eyes. He was so delicate and careful.
I used to ran to the door whenever he came back from work or outing, just to greet him or helped him took his water bottle so that he could feel the warmth of my love for him. Whenever he went out, I would run to the doorsteps and waived goodbye at him; and he would waive back. That was so long ago and I couldn’t remember when was the last time I did those things.
Whenever we got good results in public examinations, he never smiled or laughed but deep inside, I knew that he was happy and glad and felt proud of us. He was a quiet man, not expressing his feelings and emotions on his face easily. I always tried to make him happy and felt proud for having a daughter like me.
I always blamed myself for not appreciating him while he was alive. And now that he is gone, I always prayed that he could come back to us. From the bottom of my heart, I know that this is a prayer that would not be answered by God. I don’t blame God for taking my dad away, but till now, I still don’t understand the timing that God has set to take my dad away. I always think
What if my dad is still alive?
What if I could still see my dad?
What if I could still make my dad happy?
What if I could still spend time with my dad?
What if
What if…

I cried for 3 days when my dad passed away. I cried myself to sleep during the nights. When I woke up, I cried again. When I was just sitting somewhere alone, staring away in a far distance, I was thinking about my dad. When I was eating, I thought of the time when we ate together in the dining room. Tears came running profusely and I couldn’t control it.

For half a year after my dad passed away, I cried myself to sleep every night. There were so many sleepless nights. I cried every time I prayed to God. I cried even for nothing.

Losing someone that was dear to me was the hardest thing. I couldn’t get the chance to say goodbye. The last time I saw my dad was one week before he passed away. It was my semester break and I decided to come to KL to work. I could still recall that my parents walked three of us to the doorsteps and waived goodbye at us as we left. The image of my dad waiving at us was still clear in my mind. What if I didn’t come to work in KL, would I get the chance to say goodbye to him? I was so stupid that I wanted to earn money so much and left my dad and mom back in hometown. I should have spent more time to be with them. Maybe, I would get the chance to say goodbye to him then…

i think i got f*cked!!

i drove back from work yesterday evening. it was 7 p.m. and the road wasn't so congested. upon reaching ss14, there was a lady driving a black-coloured proton waja, who attempted to make an illegal U-turn at one of the traffic lights. the straight road heading towards Rothman roundabout was always on green light. so, i drove straight passing the traffic light. upon reaching the traffic light, where the lady who attempted to make the illegal U-turn stopped, she suddenly turned out in front of me and almost banged my car. i was so sure that she saw me coming. i didn't give any signal to let her go through in front of me. i avoided her by turning slightly to the left. luckily, there was no car on my left, or else, i would have banged another car and it would be my fault for driving recklessly.

i honked her and stared at her. i could see her shouting and scolding me. she raised up her hand. i didn't really see whether or not she raised up her middle finger. all in all, she was rude. i believe that she is still rude. she is a real reckless driver.

there's just something i wanted to say to her, if i had the chance:
bitch, f*ck off. if u wana die, go further or jump off a building. don't come banging my car and drag me to death with you. better be careful when you drive, or else, you will die very very soon!!!

oh, that was so relieving. my goodness. she almost made me get a heart attack. she sucks in driving. i pity her for not knowing how to read road signs, obey the law and people depising her for her simpleton actions.

pineapple blueberry pie???

I went to KLCC to join a meeting in Petronas last Friday. I reached office before 7.30 a.m. I was the earliest person that day. I followed the Operations Manager to KLCC as I didn’t know the way to get there. We took LRT to KLCC. The train was so congested with people and I felt like a tuna packed in a can. It was my first experience to take LRT so early in the morning.

Everyone in the train was like a total stranger to me. I was standing next to the manager. While I was in the train, suddenly, something came striking my mind. It was at that time I realized that no matter what position you are in now, how rich you are, how evil you are inside, no one will ever give a damn about that. Everyone was so busy with their own affairs. They only cared about themselves.

This is the concrete reality in this world. This is the way people live. I’m so tiny, there’s nothing much that I can do to change how others think, act and behave. The same way applies; I hate people messing with my life.

Political issues here are so ‘intriguing’ recently. Everyone is stepping on each other in order to succeed in whatever they are doing. I think those people are just too self-centered thinking about themselves without putting much into thought about others. Feel so insecure to live here. Some in my circle of life have started to plan to migrate to overseas.

The non-majority feels a strong sense of unfairness in this country. Most of us are trying so hard to get out of this country, to live a better life, to live a life the way we want to, to live a life THAT WE DESERVE…Sometimes, I just hate how those people play with our life, our money, our dignity and our freedom. We are like puppets living in the hands of cruel humans. Sigh…better don’t complaint so much, or else, tak pasal-pasal will kena tangkap and put into jail.

Put aside all those things, I still have friends and families that love me more than what I deserve. Of course I love them too.

My boss at the company I’m having internship in offered me a part-time job after my training. My training will end this Friday and he asked me whether I need to leave so soon, a few times already before today. This morning, he formally asked me whether I have spare time for part time job in UMW. I sort of said I could help out a bit since the department is lack of staff now.

I doubt my capability to contribute to the company since I’m not so much of a good worker. My main job as a part-timer would be to develop a new programme. Of course I don’t write the programme myself. The programme is custom-made for the company by third party programmer and should I accept the part-time job, I will be helping out to monitor the progress of work in the programme. I’ve been helping out on this since I entered UMW.
I did some analyses on the reason my boss wanted to hire me back for part-time job and I came to 2 conclusions:
1. I am so capable that my boss couldn’t let go such a good worker.
2. I’ve started this since I entered UMW and I need to complete it before I leave.

I think I’m more to number 2 but my sister assures me that it’s number 1. Someone please tell me that it’s number 1…

Countdown: 3 more days to finish my internship.

I will turn to a new chapter of my life next week. I shall begin my fourth year in uni and will be graduating in 10 months time. Still the same old saying, I can’t wait to graduate from this stupid uni…

It seems like I’ve jammed everything into this post and it’s very messed up.
Next post: things I get from UMW…