My life as an active student was fine all the way till right after my first paper on the last semester’s final exam. People who are supposed to do their job right, were not doing it. I ended up vouluntary fixing problems that were caused by some of these ignorants. I was supposed to be relaxing and preparing peacefully for my next paper (if I had the choice), but I can’t. I sacrified my ‘long break’ between the papers. At the end of the day, I lost some friends who quited being my friends via facebook. How ironly was that. I didn’t even knew it until someone told me. How stupid and human be. I told you, I had problems with your work ethics, not you as a friend. As a friend, when I was able to, I wanted to talk to you face to face about it. There had been times that I (or my assistant) tried to arrange face to face meeting, I knew I am busy, but I still try to find time. You did the confrontation over the phone and email. What was that? You broke your friendship via facebook and the other person followed suite. Sad. What happened to the balls that you are supposed to have? If you have any problem with me, come and confront me or talk to me face to face. Deleting me off your ‘friend list’ is one of the most coward action you can do behind me. After this incident, maybe other problems rooted. I appreciated those who keep standing behind me and backed me up when I needed the support to keep me and our work going.

My stress did not end there. As the day drew nearer and nearer to a ‘big convention’, problems rotted up and my president had to try his best to dealt with it. Although I am just a small fry, but I know my responsibility as his committee (read this with sarcasm). I offered my help as much as my knowledge and manpower allows me for as long he knows what he is doing and do not bail out on us.

I do not know how much more I can continue, when I witnessed experienced first hand the idiocracy of the very top management of convofest09. Weeks ago, I spoke to the director (insert name here) trying to negotiate where we can open a small yearbook collection counter. As we do not want to interfere with the convofest and out of my respect to him as the director and as a person whom I treat as friend, I thought that was the most polite action I could do. Instead, we were slapped with a notice we have to pay RM480 (RM100 deposit refundable) if we wished to open a booth.How could we pay? We are already selling the yearbook at a lost. We barely cover our operation cost. I thought that was a miscommunication, thus I give a call and tried to discuss this in a proper manner. In the end, we were told that we were not allowed to open booth anywhere, except we tumpang somebody’s booth (which is stupid), or we pay for a booth (Which we could not afford). Although I was unhappy, but I understood your unreasonable reasons. I did not persue you further on this matter. I thought between you and me, this matter were already over.

Until today… I saw you around the lecture complex. With you having that unfriendly stare at me (although I still had some grudge on you for not giving us a booth, I kept it to myself). I knew what was in your head. I was sitting on a small table with a friend, holding up some flyers and a sample card. You did not confront me for what you thought. You chosed to inform your security dog, to give me a call on my personal number using SRC’s phone. I was accused of some convofest committee (I know who it was) saw me opening a small booth. I was threatened that I cannot do it and my stuff will be confisticated by their unauthorised securities shall I continue to do so tomorrow. Come on. You should start wearing a spectable. I was only doing my work as a part time promoter for the mmu official photographer studio. I was tired, thus I took a sit near the unoccupied chair and it just happen to have a table there. Not enough with that, a couple of hours later, you brother came to me to ‘halau me cara sopan’, without even politely greeting each other and finding out what were I doing. If I were to complain to my boss, you guys would have probably been in hot soup. I was paid to promote his services around campus. Not for you to ‘halau me cara sopan’. Whatever that had happened today, really had put the respect that you didn’t deserved or earned from me but I gave you out of common sense down to the drain.

I do not know how much more I could write. There are more things just happened a couple of hours back and I could still remember it vividly. There is so much anger that is kept inside me and I can’t think properly what I can and can’t write.