During this difficult time, as everyone else, I am looking at my expenses and trying to figure out where to trim unnecessary items. The biggest item on the list yet the most urgent one will be my student bill and car park fees.
The main attraction for UTAR students like me every eve of new January semester is the battle to win a car park space within the university compound. It is the dream for every student who drives own mean of transportation, given it car, motorcycle, helicopter, bicycle or even a trishaw.
Strategies being planned even months before the event to ensure chances of success is not lower than 100%, to queue up as early as 12 p.m. is included in the strategies. Although I wasn't involved in planning, I was kindly invited to execute the plan as a group of six. The group expanded unexpectedly to 7 (Pneumonia gang + Chang Hoong + Bui Bui housemate 卢广仲)
The Department of Student Affairs (DSA) will distribute application forms to the first 150 applicants on 12th January, 12 a.m. Anyone after the 150 will be listed in waiting list. Up to this point everything sounds good.
Following the plan as discreetly possible, we started queuing at 3 p.m. 11th January 2009. Although we were not the first, we were definitely in the success range. Rain and winds are nothing but minute challenge to our sheer determination "NO MORE TBR PARKING" and "NO MORE SAMAN".
With the cooperation from Security Department, when the clock ticked 45 minutes past 5, when the rain finally stopped its course, numbers were given out accordingly to everyone who was queuing. The first person roared in joy, louder than any cheers by Olympic gold medalists. Can't describe any closer to the feeling just by words. I was number 18, a number claimed as a lucky number for any Chinese, but not me in particular. Numbers given out were to avoid queue cutting, to allow more flexible activities: eg - we can have dinner or go home first instead of waiting duly till midnight (which is rather time wasting, totally agree). Of 'coz the new implemented scheme was another cheer for the management.
What does it indicate from this point? Everyone within 150 seems to have their parking space guaranteed. The 150s were in enjoyment and congratulations thrown over at each other. The post 150s were to have writen down names on the list reluctantly.
It makes sense, don't you think? We got the numbers 'coz we were early. The post 150s were disappointed 'coz they were much later than us who planned ahead. Rather, we are a bit kiasu...
Holding the definite victory in our grasp, our group celebrated in 2 on 2 pool table games. Never had it came in mind the joyous victory did not last longer than 4 hours.
Rumours spread fast as anthrax and SARS used to be. We were notified of the possibilities from celebrating at victorious party turn to digging up a grave of our own. Celebration was brought to a halt, we sped back to origin of the rumours. UTAR.
Many cars and people flocked the same spot and in no time the whole area was overpopulated in very disorder patterns. Status being updated not only from security guards but also from other students from time to time.
Allow me to use these words to describe my feeling, my group members feeling, and all other 143 people's feeling at that night, where the victory was overturned, the crown of the throne was snatched by coup.
Let me introduce the two parents who either want to fuck or kena fuck badly. Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three. And Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches. Its regretable that I don't have the camera with me that night otherwise I will show their animal faces here.
Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three said this. "THE FORMS ARE SUPPOSINGLY GIVEN OUT AT 12 SHARP! WHY ARE THE PEOPLE GIVEN NUMBERS WHEN THEY ARE NOT QUEUING?! THE NUMBERS ARE NONSENSE AND INVALID! RIDICULOUS! MY SON CAME AT 6 AND HE IS NOT GIVEN NUMBER AND SAYS HE IS NOT GETTING A FORM! THIS IS VERY UNFAIR! I EVEN MISSED MY DINNER JUST TO COME HERE! DON'T TREAT MY SON AS A CHILD! HE IS ADULT!"
Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches said this: "ACCORDING TO WHAT IS STATED HERE (holding a paper with rules and regulations - sources unknown), WE MUST QUEUE TILL 12 OF JANUARY, 12 A.M. TO GET THE FORM! ALL OF THE SUDDEN THEY NOT QUEUING BUT THEY GOT THE FORMS! I WILL BRING THIS TO COURT AND TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS IF THIS IS CARRIED OUT THE UNPROPER WAY!"
Their statement greatly implored the utmost curses of the 150s eventhough we won the battle once, witnessed by the grace light of the full moon. Although there were only 2 bitchy, slutty, ass-holly mouths blathering their dissatisfaction, and we have more than 100+ mouths on another side, but numbers doesn't seem to play any role here.
The management later decided to hold on and postpone the application. Thanks to the coward management, they gave in to Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches, the newly sworned-in "Presidents" of UTAR. The management did not stand on his ground and brushed aside the voices on us 150s.
UTAR deserves the right to make changes and amendments to the rules and regulations stated without prior notice. The fact that we 150s queued so much earlier than Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three's and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches's incompetent, kiasu kiasi gan ni na bu cry -babies cannot be denied. But the management clearly couldn't clear his head and easily gave in to the old fart's mouth x 2.
Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches thought that they had helped upholding justice and tradition. These dummies had done nothing but raised the anger of all who played fair and square. And yet till this day the dummies are still succumbed to their very core stubborness and foolishness and rationale. They had disrupted the very flow of nature and keep on pelting accusations, causing chaos.
All of us paid the same amount of fees. What could ever make the 2 unfuckable mouths louder than 150s? Where's the first come first serve basis?
Just because a problem rose from 2 cibai and so hai Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches, a meeting by the management were held the next day. I started to wonder if the brains in the meeting were enough to figure the unfairness they had treated the 150s? I guess the management was overpowered by these 2 fuckable mouths. This just shows how incompetent UTAR himself is.
The pressure asserted by 2 uncivilized cibai cao hai (sorry but using these words don't make me uncivilized) who couldn't understand or follow rules are greater than the weight of us 150s who played fair and square. The cry-babies who lost the game had their barbarian parents continued the game on behalf, scrapped of the rights of first come first serve. I wonder who are the cry-babies? I want to kill them and eat their livers (hope by doing this doesn't make me uncivilized).
The management never consider voices of students at any weight, just like any primary or secondary schools in Malaysia. Parents seem to have larger influence rather than the students. That's why UTAR student representative elected are just a puppet, no power, no say, no face. Sorry I know you are from Biomed. We're so different from any other universities.
If the DSA ever listen to the 150s on that night, I wouldn't have to email UTAR to show my dissatisfaction in handling this case. I am not sure if it ever reaches the right person. I think I had done my part.
As an adult, I really couldn't understand the mindsets of these old farts [Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches], not more the spoilt brats belonged to the Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches.
Perhaps, the services provided is proportional to the amount of money we paid every semester? Want good service? Go to HELP. Poor people? Shut up and study quietly, don't complain?
Up to this point, how does it sound to you?
If we are as kiasu kiasi as Singaporeans, like Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches, if we stand still, grow roots on the queuing spot, these newly appointed UTAR "Presidents" can never accused us of playing foul way. Who is it to blame? Is it us 150s who are not kiasu enough?
The losers' parents = If I don't get what I want, none of you will!!!
But no definite confirmation has been made up to now. Maybe there's a slight chance the DSA heard our plea, who knows? Let's wait for DSA to open his mouth (I don't expect good news so easily). The parents had obviously gained sovereignty over the management, discarded the earlier result. They had won. 2 vs 150.
I don't hold any grudge against anyone, but if I know who're the spoilt brat gan ni na bu cao ci bai of Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who desperately wants to kena fuck by bitches, I will cement their car exhaust pipe for sure (I am sure this is a civilized way).
That's how my anticipated new semester opening being spoilt by Mr (A) Moustache Niapet who desperately wants to kena diu by a dick or three and Mrs (B) Jibet Singh Obasan who wants to kena fuck by bitches. They really need a good nice fuck, preferably dogs or pigs (families).
Hooray!!! Justice has prevailed!!! The losers lost and we victorious got our respective parking stickers... Boo losers. Now I can park in the uni compund, bye bye DBKL saman ^^... - edited and added 19 February 2009
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