February

Holidays, coming to a store near you. Knock ! Knock ! Open and embrace them. Sunshines bright, so is the full moon at night. Play your hands and let the month be what it’ll be.

Rooney’s been amazing.  I bet ya 33 goals in all competitions this season.

One gone,  another to be born.

Come on february ! make it bright !

oh goodbye Aussies

ring

The Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer has a history dating back to 1922, when seven past-presidents of the Engineering Institute of Canada attended a meeting in Montreal with other engineers. One of the speakers was civil engineer Professor Haultain of the University of Toronto. He felt that an organization was needed to bind all members of the engineering profession in Canada more closely together. He also felt that an obligation or statement of ethics to which a young graduate in engineering could subscribe should be developed. The seven past-presidents of the Engineering Institute of Canada were very receptive to this idea.

Haultain wrote to Rudyard Kipling, who had made reference to the work of engineers in some of his poems and writings. He asked Kipling for his assistance in developing a suitably dignified obligation and ceremony for its undertaking. Kipling was very enthusiastic in his response and shortly produced both an obligation and a ceremony formally entitled “The Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer.”

The object of the Ritual can be stated as follows: The Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer has been instituted with the simple end of directing the newly qualified engineer toward a consciousness of the profession and its social significance and indicating to the more experienced engineer their responsibilities in welcoming and supporting the newer engineers when they are ready to enter the profession.

The Ritual is administered by a body called The Corporation of the Seven Wardens Inc./Société des Sept Gardiens inc. The seven past-presidents of the Engineering Institute of Canada in 1922 were the original seven Wardens. The Corporation is responsible for administering and maintaining the Ritual and in order to do so creates Camps in various locations in Canada. The Ritual is not connected with any university or any engineering organization; the Corporation is an entirely independent body. The Ritual has been copyrighted in Canada and in the United States.

The Iron Ring has been registered and may be worn on the little finger of the working hand by any engineer who has been obligated at an authorized ceremony of the Ritual of the Calling of the Engineer. The ring symbolizes the pride which engineers have in their profession, while simultaneously reminding them of their humility. The ring serves as a reminder to the engineer and others of the engineer’s obligation to live by a high standard of professional conduct. It is not a symbol of qualification as an engineer – this is determined by the provincial and territorial licensing bodies.

2nd source

The Ritual of the Calling of the Engineer was established in Canada in 1925. Since that time, 24 Camps have been formed across Canada and the awarding of the engineer’s ring has been a symbol of the engineering profession in Canada.

Like many established symbols, in recent years, the iron ring ceremony has come under criticism. It is viewed by some as sexist and by others as archaic. Some argue that the ceremony should be public. Others suggest it relies excessively on Judeo – Christian principles. Some feel that language should be changed to reflect current times by eliminating any reference to gender or to God. Others simply state that the overall tone is inappropriate for these enlightened times.

On the morning of the Ring Ceremony, APEGGA holds a workshop which allows students the opportunity to meet and discuss ethical issues with professional members of APEGGA. Four case studies are evaluated. The cases present registration, compliance, ethics and investigative issues of interest to our professions.

Most engineers who have received the ring feel that the ceremony meets its goal in that it gives pause for sober thought about our profession and the responsibilities we have for the public. They understand and value the ceremony. At the very least, its tone challenges the self centered thinking that characterizes many of today’s vested interest groups. I know that each time I participate in the ceremony, I reconsidered my role in society and the obligations I have accepted as an engineer.

Just as the ritual is symbolic, so is the ring itself. The ring represents an engineer’s personal obligation to work for the betterment of society. The ritual suggests that engineer’s rings should be returned to their Camp upon retirement or death. The fact that this rarely happens is not important. What is important is that engineers who wear the ring know what it represents and remember their commitment. While some families choose to retain the ring in memory of a deceased engineer, this should be discouraged. It is important that an engineer’s ring not be worn by non-engineers or retained simply as a keepsake. It is a symbol of the engineer’s obligation to society and, as such, should not be trivialized.

The symbolism of the ring ceremony is important. It reminds engineers of their obligation to the public good and to the strong moral tenets that characterize professional engineers. The choice of the literature used during the ceremony was made by Rudyard Kipling. It was presumably based in part on the character of the times, and in part based on the desire to reflect certain moral aspirations and thoughts. Those aspirations remain every bit as noble today as they were 70 years ago and they reflect a goal to which every engineer should continue to aspire.

That is the value of the ceremony and the obligation and the reason why the heritage of the iron ring ceremony should be valued and preserved.

The Order of the Engineer was initiated in the United States to foster a spirit of pride and responsibility in the engineering profession, to bridge the gap between training and experience, and to present to the public a visible symbol identifying the engineer.

The first ceremony was held on June 4, 1970 at Cleveland State University. Since then, similar ceremonies have been held across the United States at which graduate and registered engineers are invited to accept the Obligation of the Engineer and a stainless steel ring. The ceremonies are conducted by Links (local sections) of the Order.

The Order is not a membership organization; there are never any meetings to attend or dues to pay. Instead, the Order fosters a unity of purpose and the honoring of one’s pledge lifelong.

The Obligation is a creed similar to the oath attributed to Hippocrates (460-377 B.C.) that is generally taken by medical graduates and which sets forth an ethical code. The Obligation likewise, contains parts of the Canon of Ethics of major engineering societies. Initiates, as they accept it voluntarily, pledge to uphold the standards and dignity of the engineering profession and to serve humanity by making the best use of Earth’s precious wealth.

The Obligation of the Order of the Engineer is similar to the Canadian “Ritual of the Calling of an Engineer” initiated there in 1926. It uses a wrought iron ring, conducts a secret ceremony, and administers an oath authorized by Rudyard Kipling. The extension of the Ritual outside Canada was prevented by copyright and other conflicting factors. The basic premise, however, was adapted for the creation of the Order of the Engineer in the United States in 1970.

Bang A Gong

Wah. Exam ended. Tired, is the aftermath taste. So much for staying up late just to cover up what you don’t. That goes a not too distant back to Sunday, which was what to be a lunch appointment turned out to be an Insane day of laughs. Hilarious, I’d tell you. Rolling back the shopping mall years, a life of laughter. Now that all is done, what do I do  ?

You know we could be heroes. Just for one day.

I know what I like, and I like what I know.

Listen to Bonehead’s Bank Holiday – Oasis.

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To a cousin, out of time you are but not in mind.

Not long are you to live, but however short, once you leave,  a fragile fire you are, Keep it sweet.

Amen.

“…We’ll see things they’ll never see…” – Live Forever, Oasis

Sporty

Insightful update : I’ll be done with my semester, very very soon. Sooner than sooonshine. Another round of classes next week. A couple of papers, Exams on the 20th and 26th. And Swooosh. I’m done. Just did it. Effing fast right? ‘Bigman’speed. Like tomorrow’s news yesterday. Heh.

Of course, I’d expect myself to get slighty hectic, busier than usual(not that it has not, it has) in the next couple of weeks. Just a bit of a push, a little sacrifice, the extra mile kinda thing. The necessities needed to earn my three stripes. Ace both subjects. Impossible you say ? Well, well, well. Quote it, shall I not. I suppose, my attitude’s checked, yeah. Next in line, drinks/beverages. I’m not convinced hoegarden’s the ideal liquid for studying, so I’ll have to go with sky juice and coffee. Eye-opening coffee(all time fav), good to the last drop, most of the time. Best served while half asleep. I guess I’m there, only slightly. Better get those mars bars/h.mallow and MnMs ready too.  Hey, i’m ready. So so long as I continue my quest for ultimate supumacy(supremacy) and freedom.

Guess now, I’ll have to ensure progress,

get back to my books. “Gonna Read books now”.

Or in Scotsman terms;

ge’ bach tae me bo’k. “gaunny Ree bok noo’ “.

See you soonshine

Mamak da !

If I may be excuse. I was just about to savour a meal of roti plaster/tampal and nes’ ais, served with kari ikan as initially requested.

I’m here sitting in a mamak, Restoran Al’ Wan Bakh, just right behind UCSI north wing. Cheap shit, hope it’s name speaks well for it’s prices.  Berapa ? Wan bakh.

MAMAKS.
In my opinion, are essentially the closest thing to true, authentic Malaysian culture. Even their currency’s slightly different(unique) but definitely Malaysianesque, S’pore mamaks uses the dollar, where as M’sian mamaks uses duit kopi. It’s the one thing Malaysia is abundant with and the rest of the world lacking. Something to be proud of, eh. I’m lucky enough to have quite the number of mamaks within my walking circumference, here in connaught. A different mamak, for each dei. Everytime my stomach and wallet’s approaching emptiness, you know where I’d be ? Mamak. Not only are they to fulfill my apetite’s desires, but to provide me with a weekly dose of sports as well. Like watching Manchester United win again and again. Such a pleasure seeing us come up tops everytime, huh. And do you know, the bigger the screen the bigger the crowd, the better it is. That’s how you’d grade a mamak in Malaysia. Mamaks do attract a huge crowd from the young to the old, teens and beans etc etc. Of all backgrounds, generally speaking. The common Malaysian. Like many that came before, Some mamaks are good, others are average, but all of ‘em some-a(sama). They do serve quite the mee mamak, nasi lemak, a whole variety of Rotis, kosong, telur, tisu, gardenia, hi-5, Tosai and Naan. But most poignant of all, is their infamous contribution to diabetes and hbp, the Teh Tarik. Tarik your arse they’d go for a whole 24/7 if they’re pulled.

All in all, mamaks are pretty reliable and convenient places for supper and breakfast(ungodly hours) if you like. Awesome right. But they’re a bit ‘Weird’ sometimes, don’t you think ?

Ooh, i’m hungry still.

“…Aneh!!! roti kosong satu lagi”

(see you soon enough)

Wonder wall

Maybe, this entry’s gonna be the one that saves me, or you(from boredom). A song that intensified a lifetime of friendship. Reminicse, hum it, and you’re sure to be smiling too. Those were the days, you say. Has it not been the anthem to our souls ? Fuck YES, it has.(haters will assumingly emphasize the F*+! tagging a ‘you’ behind) Is it not the song, we’re bound to sing everytime we meet ? YEAH. Jump up and dance with it ? YEAH MAN. Did the song not grow with us ? You decide. The euphoria it’s preceeded with is in and out of this world, astonishing. I bet even the big man admires it much. Always knew he had good taste. The best of it stands, it’s getting better, better, better and better after every single listen, every 4 odd minutes of life, perhaps mine and yours. Not a milisecond to waste. To put it out loud on my ear/head phones, is unofficially the best form of cheap thrill I could ever ask for. Sure, some might say otherwise, perhaps ‘Champagne Supernova’ or DLBIA or a tune with similar or equal magnitude of impact(refer The Scientis). But Still, I’m never tired indulging in it’s melody, playing it on guitar. Acoustic, electric, static, eccentric all superlatives applied. Sounds effing brilliant. It could go on loop for days, you know. Betcha i’d be singing, playing it still when i’m 64 or 42. Only difference, I’d be using them, damn authentic traditional chinese instruments(ala oldy jb buskers) like the ones you find outside CS. Shall get a 30 piece choir from the old white den. One guitar. One orchestra. One pick. Satu irama. One third real oasis fans. No mic. No stage. Just like the old days, Effing epic. No matter how disperse and distant the seeds are planted, surely and knowingly they’ll find their roots, tracing them all the way back to this song. Cause after all, you’re my wonderwall Maybe…

Guinness gracious me

Fill my cup, Guinness please.

Clockwise hasn’t been as wise as it used to be, hasn’t it ? Without realising, it bolts like a shooting star captured on 10.2 megapixels, forwarded on HD, posted on YouTube. Almost surreal. Everyday’s a changing, effing fast for my liking. But all in good time. All is well and I still stand by the motion that my friends are amazing. No matter which ulu hole their in. Nigel’s having a splendid spell in london highways, road humps, etc etc. Simran tweets voegele lyrics. Brian’s best a be working. Ko’s quitting, perhaps not a quitter. Leroy bought a 26$ racket, flying up. Thomas’ partied. Joel’s sadden to find perling gang, perling gang no more. Jing wants a bass gossip girl style. Vinesh bought 3 scoops(world class chocolate) worth of BR each for the few that were there. And the rest’s been doing summat, only different. Well, how bout me ? Me’ve been up to fulfill words written in stone(s) a long long time ago, y’know. I’d like to presume they were written with erasable ink. Hate it, erase it, rewrite it. Fate made easy. ” …Material goods count for nothing with friends like this…” – This needs to be in one of those trademark AA simran shirts. On another note, re mi fa Do listen to The Beatles – Past Masters volume II.

Get bag

Feeling content. It’s been pretty nice all over. Kl’s been treating me fine, I suppose. Not really calm waters here, but i believe I’d built a steady bridge across ‘em troubled waters. I still find myself swearing, giving heavy stares every now and then, you know. Inevitable when you’re in the city. You can’t help but swear it, given that there’s always a silly reason to do so. OH FUG! My shoulder popped again. See ? As we speak, Raya’s approaching, Nigel’s leaving and there’s bound to be a gathering of some sort. Hope to see the whole group(excluding jing) once again. Itching to get back. I need to get in johor to feel johor, feel home. Cause i’d never felt so comfortingly east in the west before. In a way, that’s kinda like home too, innit ? Tell you what, I think i’ve found a feeling i’d lost inside. So right, bye for now. See you soon enough. Need to makan bah. Did i get that right ?

I am too

Another sunday-monday with imu. Went to church with imu. Participated as a spectator in a blood donation drive with imu(had just an hour of sleep the night before). Ate epic beef noodles with compromised imu gang. Slept in a imu kinda room. Sat in an imu student driven car. Ate at a place 15minutes from imu. Played volleyball with hydra-imu girls. Slept under extremely cold temperatures in a room opposite imu. Woke up finding myself in formal attire, like an imu student. Pretended as an imu student for half a day. Had a partner in crime this time, Ko, who’s gonna be a real imu student soon. Sat and had b’fast in imu’s cafetaria. Visited imu’s library and musuem. Sat in a different cafe(beside the library) in imu. Spent 10seconds in imu’s lecture hall. Met, greet and spoke with some imu people. Mad people some of ‘em. Hung around in imu’s eca. And to end it all off, I had lunch in imu. Soon after, I headed back to tasik selatan which was 3 stops away from imu’s sri petaling. End

I am

Well, well, well. Sunday was quite bright a day, wasn’t it ? For a whole day’s worth of not being me. Went to church with imu. Prayed with imu. Ate b’fast, lunch, tea and dinner with imu. Conversed with imu. Jumped the train to imu with imu. Supported imu badminton. Hung around with imu. Slept in imu with temporary keys to a imu populated lot.( With that being said, thank you leroy & chan & guo wai & css for your truly imu-nize hospitality, totally). Everything’s been a spirit walk towards finding who I really am. I am you ? No ?