For my UTP friends, or all of you who still or was belong to the name UTP, read this first to understand what am I talking about. Its really admiring – the bravery and the guts it takes for someone so “little” to do that. It takes creativity – to do something different than the others.
Are you dare to do that?
I bet you don’t. After all, we are always bound to the serenity of security that the world offers, right? Who in his or her right mind wanted to risk something so big (read: scholarship, kicked out of school? bitterly being commented by trolls?) just to bring up issues in the name of justice and human development?
I am not totally agree with all his points, yet some of it still make me smirking happily – of how right he is to mention these points. I agree with his points that:
- The younger generations are dull; lack of interest to try to make a change, lack of interest to voice their opinions. In other word – takde kote. Not challenging at all.
- The younger generations are harder to be friends and to be mixed with. In other word – an ass. They think theirs are whiter.
- The younger generations are not doing stuff they love – they wanted the accreditation so much that they sacrifice their souls to do something “useless”
I observe that this is goddamn true in my final semester. And I observe that this is still goddamn true now. Me myself has lost interest to enter UTPChat anymore. It got nothing. You can enter the room just to find nicknames lying idly – not even a word (be it educative or gibberish) being uttered in the rooms that once so full of glory.
Reading that open letter reminisce me to the way we operates back then. Classes were canceled? The whole bunch of itisjan03 knows it in a glimpse of an eye. The notification bells will be rang to let everybody knows – “keting keting keting!“.
- Notice #itisjan03 – Today class is cancelled.
Got a deadline tomorrow? Assignments that need to be submitted? /topic #itisjan03, /q ReDzuCan or vadder85 or cocomo, and type “Eh enol / zulbo / kamal, ko da siap assignment tu? Send!” and the notification bells will be rang again – “keting keting keting!”
DCC Send of assignmentX.doc Completed.
Got a presentation tomorrow and slides yet to be completed? /q [[aMin]], /q S|3ngErs, /q GoMoK, and type “Weh malam ni kumpul kat bilik gomok, wat presentation slide utk subject A, pastu bole lepak mamak.“
Feeling lonely? Type “Mat, jom mamak!” and somebody will surely reply you. Even though the intended person is not there, but still.. it will happened this way (well, at least it was on my time):
[re-arrange]: Mat, jom mamak! Mok, jom!
code^breaker: Kirim!
[re-arrange]: …..
And who can forget the legacy of Grapevine once upon a time? From Gundam action figures, to bikes, to love, to even arts. How loud we was back in the day – who can forget the sarcastic but idealistic Genjo, the emotional English “Old Man from the Mountain” Effi, or even the passionate story teller Snubby? (just to name a few..)
*sigh* The memory remains..
Anyway, back to the core business. I am sure there are also the black side of it; every coins has two sides of faces. Yes, both of the medium was abused greatly. For fun, for fuck sake (and I mean that directly, not literally). I won’t deny the temptation.
Yet, its mind over matters. Its the art of perception. Check here in this link to understand more about the art of perception; I won’t repeat what has been written.
As a conclusion; I am glad that I am born earlier that I got to feel the fun of it. At least it makes me survived the real world. At least I know better about the real face of the world. And at least I don’t need to be spoon-fed in order to outlive everyone.
Not like what I’ve seen now – the products of UTP who cannot even survived the internship without being spoon-fed. This happened to the extent that I am ashamed to admit that he/she is my junior of the same university. Oh let’s keep that for another post, shall we?
If I still got the burning spirit to write about it laa kan.. :P






