I was swayed by the thought of not failing my first (and last) Economics paper. Swayed? I felt like jumping all over the place! But I didn't, as I would've looked perfectly retarded. Yes, results are out! I am content with mine - after considering and measuring the interrogative effort that I have been putting through the last semester - and I'm equally glad that my friends are doing absolutely well. A warm congratulations to go with that, and what a semester it has been!It may initially sounds decent, but being a Part 1 student in UiTM Perak is, seriously, challenging. Yes, Part 1 student of Bachelor Science in Architecture programme - hell, what would be the challenge in that? Simply, it can be put in this way - it's painful, yet underneath the scars it's enjoyable. Ironies aside, the situation can be really seen that way. When seen from a different perspective, one could wonder what hardship would a Part 1 student suffer? Maybe the only answer to this is to be one of the Part 1 students.
So I was one. For up to three months, I was suffering an invisible hardship that brings more headache than being a PLKN trainee. You thought it would be simple and easy. Don't fret yet, it will be. Not until the seniors barge in. This is where the glorious word comes into the glossary. Sensitive, yet bears different meanings to many - induction.
No architecture student in both UiTM - Shah Alam and Perak - would escape this. While for other courses and programmes 'induction' would totally mean a session that may lasts for a couple of hours involving light teasing from the seniors to their newly-endorsed freshmen, for many budak archi, the word simply means a lot. There is mental torture, then comes friendship. Steep words would slice feelings before teamwork and mutual respect make bonds.
It is the way things roll, and whether it is detested or supported, it still runs within the walls of the studios.
Induction fundamentals and fanatics backed the idea of nurturing the culture on a basis of the very strong friendship - to a certain extent, brotherhood - it would develop later in between the architecture members itself. Some of you are maybe thinking of fraternity, well, the thing goes along the idea too.
Lecturers enviably support induction, albeit transparently, though basically only the main objective of the whole idea - the effects - is attested. Throughout the recent years, induction has been weakened by reports made to the higher authorities by the extreme 'preys' - mostly those with connection and position - mainly succumbed to the negative part of induction.
So I was one. For up to three months, I was suffering an invisible hardship that brings more headache than being a PLKN trainee. You thought it would be simple and easy. Don't fret yet, it will be. Not until the seniors barge in. This is where the glorious word comes into the glossary. Sensitive, yet bears different meanings to many - induction.
No architecture student in both UiTM - Shah Alam and Perak - would escape this. While for other courses and programmes 'induction' would totally mean a session that may lasts for a couple of hours involving light teasing from the seniors to their newly-endorsed freshmen, for many budak archi, the word simply means a lot. There is mental torture, then comes friendship. Steep words would slice feelings before teamwork and mutual respect make bonds.
It is the way things roll, and whether it is detested or supported, it still runs within the walls of the studios.
Induction fundamentals and fanatics backed the idea of nurturing the culture on a basis of the very strong friendship - to a certain extent, brotherhood - it would develop later in between the architecture members itself. Some of you are maybe thinking of fraternity, well, the thing goes along the idea too.
Lecturers enviably support induction, albeit transparently, though basically only the main objective of the whole idea - the effects - is attested. Throughout the recent years, induction has been weakened by reports made to the higher authorities by the extreme 'preys' - mostly those with connection and position - mainly succumbed to the negative part of induction.
The department was lambasted hard many times, resulting in where induction was leveled down to a position that is nearly close to covered. Silenced down, 'informal induction' that would be held within dormitories was limited only to the male students, while the female ones should not be touched within their rooms under any circumstances. At the same time, 'formal induction', the one that the whole part would face with the whole batch of any respective seniors, are still running on a lower key. Physical assaults were strictly off limits, though verbal assaults may occur.
At this point you may have been suggested of how the earlier inductions were conducted. According to some stories, it was nearly barbaric. Some went on to say it was unbearably insane. People would dismiss themselves for that. But that was the Dark Ages.
In the beginning, we take the whole thing as a distressing phenomenon. Though some may have expected it, induction will left you with puzzles that may wind traps along the way. Hell yes, it's that complicated. Induction could come in series, that may be held at any time within the period of one semester. The prominent goal is to have the whole new batch of Part 1 to be 'recognized' by all other Parts residing in the department. The imminent goal is to instill friendship - we're talking the strong ones.
Some would argue at this point, is there no other way? Hell, I've argued a lot. Having so much tolerance, I would totally banish induction in the near future. But my future juniors would sigh if they heard about my friends' already planned schemes for their part of the induction. 'Mana boleh dia orang tak kena kalau kita dah kena? Mana adil macam tu?' And so things go that way. One would wonder when will this thing stop.
On the lighter side. I have another 80 course mates, with male and female divided equally. I happen to be knowing all of them - especially the guys. Why? Wait. There is something different in anybody.
Azri, or Bulala, a much conservative Kelantanese or what we could call another 'alim' boy would know much about Ijat, a 20-year old indie dude who hailed from Subang Jaya. Our room is a mixed case too, with Syith, a much sophisticated guy, a former PJ-ite schooling in BB who currently lives in BJ, shares the same bed with Ijai, a quite distorted guy who calls Seksyen 7 home but has been in boarding school eversince Form One. He said he would looked more of somebody from Kelantan than a KL-ite. But Moshi and Pusek would prove that wrong.
I would go crazy over Comet's laughter, burst off over Afiat, your favourite Jawa guy who happens to listen to metal songs a lot but cracks tender jokes that sends you out of your sane minds. Rahman would annoy you a lot with his constant uninvited reminders about assignments and warts, but his skimpy voice seemed to keep me alerted. Kamil would happen to be a humble guy whose lecturers loved the most due to his position as 'an architect's son', living in Bukit Damansara who could get along well with the naive, but kind Amir from Sekinchan. (that's near Sabak Bernam).
That's just a little bit of everything! While Adi and Mat Jek would make the weirdest pair (each speaks a different dialect, but seems to understand each other in every sense), Pre't would knock you out with his funny face expressions. Kepang would again fall asleep at his favourite pillow, Uncle's tummy. And you don't want to know about Uncle.
We have unique characters stored under one roof. Everybody is willing to except everybody. We know each other, thus there are respect for everyone. Everybody is getting their piece of the cake. Damn it, we love each other!
In the end people are not afraid to express themselves as what they truly are, what they are supposed to be. And it reads architecture in a no nonsense way. Induction, per se, contributed a lot towards this. We know each other through the questions the seniors asked to anyone of us, and the growing curiosity towards each other that followed us out of the smoky rooms. Slowly, we're understanding each other in a wacky way but effective. It is stupid to say this, but induction is one of those beneficial things that you always want to avoid in your life.
But hey, even though I've known the effects, I am still not fond of the idea of to be called up to a senior's room in the middle of the night, with an assignment due to be passed up tomorrow, making me all anxious and messed up.
Either way, I'm glad that I have made friends with these fabulous people. We share the same interests and we are happy to let each other improve. The competition is highly sharp. Everybody is struggling to make ends meet, to make themselves stand out of the talented crowd. And we're talking what, Part 1? There is still a long way to be paved, babe! Are we even beginning?
Induction translates bitterness in many ways. It even put me to a position that is breakable during the last few months. In a way, I was uncertain of how things are going around me at that time. Assignments to be completed, classes to attend, works to be finished, then seniors?! Lecturers advised us to tell which one is to be prioritized. And we did. Albeit so, induction is never something that a Part 1 could escape without the often painful consequences. Trying to run away is a crime, and criticizing it would be highly heretical.
I am realising that the mainstream budak archi would never tarnish induction, at least not entirely. There are good reasons to go with the continuing flow of induction, and they are quite strong. The decelerating act of induction, especially in between girls, merely have shown effects such as altercation and disunity, which even leads to a cold situation in between batches.
Though nobody could be sure whether the situations are the direct effects of induction slowdown, thoughts of having induction to be vanished altogether from the scene would be deemed incorrect. It should be carried on wisely, and with control as emotions are often stirred during induction sessions. Every Part 1 had their piece of it, and induction experiences are often confined into privacy. It is very important to see induction not as an problem, but just another piece of the department that a Part 1 must face.
We do hope that the dreaded moments are supposed to be over. It's the holidays, and I'm more than happy to continue spending it with light thoughts, question of results are now able to be set aside. My Part 1 was a though one, but in the end it was sweet with the jovial people who share the same trust I have in my old friends.
Friends grow again in number. Nevertheless, old ones are always cherished. Then again,with the year going to lower its curtains, we can begin to expect something excitingly different and more challenges to go with the second semester.
How well will another budak archi do in 2008?
Seri Iskandar has a lot to offer, for a desert town. Do hop by if you're on the way to Lumut from Ipoh and vice-versa, you would find interesting things such as the Cendol Pulut at the mamak stall at Taman Maju. Wait, that's the only thing interesting. I'm not being sarcastic though. REMINDER It is wise to always take note that induction is something case-sensitive and not to be fondly discussed, at least publicly. No recordings should ever be done of any. PICTURES, 1. Yat and I. 2. Budak archi, arranging pictures to be displayed for the final review. 3. Ijat
At this point you may have been suggested of how the earlier inductions were conducted. According to some stories, it was nearly barbaric. Some went on to say it was unbearably insane. People would dismiss themselves for that. But that was the Dark Ages.
In the beginning, we take the whole thing as a distressing phenomenon. Though some may have expected it, induction will left you with puzzles that may wind traps along the way. Hell yes, it's that complicated. Induction could come in series, that may be held at any time within the period of one semester. The prominent goal is to have the whole new batch of Part 1 to be 'recognized' by all other Parts residing in the department. The imminent goal is to instill friendship - we're talking the strong ones.Some would argue at this point, is there no other way? Hell, I've argued a lot. Having so much tolerance, I would totally banish induction in the near future. But my future juniors would sigh if they heard about my friends' already planned schemes for their part of the induction. 'Mana boleh dia orang tak kena kalau kita dah kena? Mana adil macam tu?' And so things go that way. One would wonder when will this thing stop.
On the lighter side. I have another 80 course mates, with male and female divided equally. I happen to be knowing all of them - especially the guys. Why? Wait. There is something different in anybody.
Azri, or Bulala, a much conservative Kelantanese or what we could call another 'alim' boy would know much about Ijat, a 20-year old indie dude who hailed from Subang Jaya. Our room is a mixed case too, with Syith, a much sophisticated guy, a former PJ-ite schooling in BB who currently lives in BJ, shares the same bed with Ijai, a quite distorted guy who calls Seksyen 7 home but has been in boarding school eversince Form One. He said he would looked more of somebody from Kelantan than a KL-ite. But Moshi and Pusek would prove that wrong.
I would go crazy over Comet's laughter, burst off over Afiat, your favourite Jawa guy who happens to listen to metal songs a lot but cracks tender jokes that sends you out of your sane minds. Rahman would annoy you a lot with his constant uninvited reminders about assignments and warts, but his skimpy voice seemed to keep me alerted. Kamil would happen to be a humble guy whose lecturers loved the most due to his position as 'an architect's son', living in Bukit Damansara who could get along well with the naive, but kind Amir from Sekinchan. (that's near Sabak Bernam).That's just a little bit of everything! While Adi and Mat Jek would make the weirdest pair (each speaks a different dialect, but seems to understand each other in every sense), Pre't would knock you out with his funny face expressions. Kepang would again fall asleep at his favourite pillow, Uncle's tummy. And you don't want to know about Uncle.
We have unique characters stored under one roof. Everybody is willing to except everybody. We know each other, thus there are respect for everyone. Everybody is getting their piece of the cake. Damn it, we love each other!
In the end people are not afraid to express themselves as what they truly are, what they are supposed to be. And it reads architecture in a no nonsense way. Induction, per se, contributed a lot towards this. We know each other through the questions the seniors asked to anyone of us, and the growing curiosity towards each other that followed us out of the smoky rooms. Slowly, we're understanding each other in a wacky way but effective. It is stupid to say this, but induction is one of those beneficial things that you always want to avoid in your life.
While for other courses and programmes 'induction' would totally mean a session that may lasts for a couple of hours involving light teasing from the seniors to their newly-endorsed freshmen, for many budak archi, the word simply means a lot.
But hey, even though I've known the effects, I am still not fond of the idea of to be called up to a senior's room in the middle of the night, with an assignment due to be passed up tomorrow, making me all anxious and messed up.
Either way, I'm glad that I have made friends with these fabulous people. We share the same interests and we are happy to let each other improve. The competition is highly sharp. Everybody is struggling to make ends meet, to make themselves stand out of the talented crowd. And we're talking what, Part 1? There is still a long way to be paved, babe! Are we even beginning?
Induction translates bitterness in many ways. It even put me to a position that is breakable during the last few months. In a way, I was uncertain of how things are going around me at that time. Assignments to be completed, classes to attend, works to be finished, then seniors?! Lecturers advised us to tell which one is to be prioritized. And we did. Albeit so, induction is never something that a Part 1 could escape without the often painful consequences. Trying to run away is a crime, and criticizing it would be highly heretical.
I am realising that the mainstream budak archi would never tarnish induction, at least not entirely. There are good reasons to go with the continuing flow of induction, and they are quite strong. The decelerating act of induction, especially in between girls, merely have shown effects such as altercation and disunity, which even leads to a cold situation in between batches.
Though nobody could be sure whether the situations are the direct effects of induction slowdown, thoughts of having induction to be vanished altogether from the scene would be deemed incorrect. It should be carried on wisely, and with control as emotions are often stirred during induction sessions. Every Part 1 had their piece of it, and induction experiences are often confined into privacy. It is very important to see induction not as an problem, but just another piece of the department that a Part 1 must face.
We do hope that the dreaded moments are supposed to be over. It's the holidays, and I'm more than happy to continue spending it with light thoughts, question of results are now able to be set aside. My Part 1 was a though one, but in the end it was sweet with the jovial people who share the same trust I have in my old friends.
Friends grow again in number. Nevertheless, old ones are always cherished. Then again,with the year going to lower its curtains, we can begin to expect something excitingly different and more challenges to go with the second semester.
How well will another budak archi do in 2008?
Seri Iskandar has a lot to offer, for a desert town. Do hop by if you're on the way to Lumut from Ipoh and vice-versa, you would find interesting things such as the Cendol Pulut at the mamak stall at Taman Maju. Wait, that's the only thing interesting. I'm not being sarcastic though. REMINDER It is wise to always take note that induction is something case-sensitive and not to be fondly discussed, at least publicly. No recordings should ever be done of any. PICTURES, 1. Yat and I. 2. Budak archi, arranging pictures to be displayed for the final review. 3. Ijat
5 comments:
syukri, masa dkt plkn, mmg tough ke?
Congrats with you results! (although I xtau ape :P tapi you're happy so yay you!)
Hmm, Shiela was telling me about how Perak archi students like to snap pictures of them and their works. I guess she's right! Heehee.
*your..
dudeh, (mcm babeh tp lelaki's version? hahaha) anyways, wan mohd habil? kenal? or known as sleazy? he should be your senior.. random question ^^
bape result? mesti bagus punya. omg syuk. u shud be a writer cum architect cum photographer. so senang, jadi columnist in an architecture magazine and take yr own photos. that way u get to do all three. i wish im you. but in a girl version tapi not in architecture la, in law or ict ngeh ngeh. that would be rad. haha. dream on.
lala.
whenever i read ur posts. i go. WOW! LIKE a zillion times haha.
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