tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77072433182862413692024-03-05T13:25:40.431-08:00the view behind the shadeIf You Don't do it, You Don't Really Believe it.
Some people spend their whole time searching for what's right, but they can't seem to find any time to practice it. Your life story is not written with a pen, but with your actions. To do nothing is the way to be nothing.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.comBlogger619125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-9192156473044419822013-06-01T17:46:00.001-07:002013-06-01T17:46:47.859-07:00Those bygone yearFinally a weekend that I am home. May have been quite a hectic month with a lot of traveling to do. I believe this is the only weekend am home.the last was i believe was the election weekend. <div><br></div><div>I feel that us human including myself is a funny creature. We wish to be in the future but when the time arrived, we wish to be in the past. Confused? Take example that when you are in school you wish to be in the working world and vice versa. </div><div><br></div><div>Facebook have been quite a useful tool to remind us of this. Not only it good to stalk people, but the pictures and comment that we wrote are painted there and it brings back memories. Not only how we dress up then and now, also how our thought process have grown. </div><div><br></div><div>Looking back at my own pictures, friends farewell before they further their studies abroad,uni trips,come graduation, and the annual meet up when everyone is working. It quite a transformation, and this timeline or storyline will continue,when the next chapter will probably, a house warming, wedding follows by child birth. This will be the normal cycle. </div><div><br></div><div>But will everyone be in the same picture?as per the previous chapters? It is a normally cycle upon graduation, we all set sail to our own path and destination.once work, a new set of friends will exist. Those are the people that we will most likely share our tears and joy on a daily basis.</div><div><br></div><div>Unless you are working together with your 'old' friend, separation due to work its course. It will be down to how much you want to keep in touch with the old friends.</div><div><br></div><div>I have observe a lot of thing have happened just between the period of 12 months. Jan 12 to jan 13. Well, our work load will be more than before at work as the 'experience' kicks in. All this makes me notice that time is really moving very very fast. Even the busy month of may i have yet able to digest. Some would say, 'welcome to the real world' but those bygone years will be one that we will cherish the most.</div>julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-84513818278635498642013-02-11T05:52:00.001-08:002013-02-11T05:52:39.028-08:00Time to grow upIt's been ages since I've post or visited the blog.the season of writing blog seems so yesterday.lots of my comrade's blog seems dead.i guess the transition to other medium of social media platform such a tweeter,whatsapp etc are more appealing nowadays.this also as all of us are working now.yes WORKING! <br />
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Stepping in the working world seems to change a lot of us,with me included.my promise to NOT go in the vicious cycle of the hamster wheel,seems unavoidable.like many I am working to pay off my commitment,and working to add other material commitment such as a house,which seems to be the last nail on my coffin in the cycle.which translate myself to be literally and forever doomed being a slave worker.to add insult to injury the real estate price today it seems impossible,once I heard a quote, "if you are earning less than RM5,000,you will be the next generation of homeless people." <br />
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Coming to the new year which is 2013 and even today is the second day of lunar new year,a lot of things have change in the past 1 month.its amazing how powerful God is,to change thing so quickly. 21st Dec 2012, was the turning point,for me and also my family. Alyssa was born.our family first baby. Making myself naik pangkat to be an uncle.however the twist is,she was born with several disorder.of the 99% chances,she was the unlucky 1% percent.the incident certainly changes everything.all the family lifestyle and also focus is on her.nothing seems to matter anymore.money? Possession? Ego? Pride? All that doesn't matter as long as she get well.until today,she have yet to return home.but the tough cookie herself is getting well and hopefully all the operation goes well.i acknowledge since the first day I rushed myself to pantai hospital to the intensive care unit alone,with my brother in law.i know this is a marathon.and it is proven weeks later from the doctor's test.<br />
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This event also marks my first time in my 24 years of living NOT in kelantan for CNY.the feeling is different not celebrating it there,although I don't need to endure the hours of car ride home,but somehow I know God have plans for me.Not going back,and canceling my annual leave to go back to work due to dateline,is also frustrating to be honest.but I know it's a test from the Man Himself.<br />
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2013 have been a really challenging year so far,needing to be strong with the roller coaster news that the doctor are giving,needing me to see the positive side of things no matter how negative the news is.so I could cheer both my sister and brother in law.somehow I know I can't collapse no matter how down I feel sometimes.this adds to added responsibility and required to put on a brave face at work no matter what happen.<br />
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Although it is just the beginning of the year,somehow I feel it's already been so so damn long.it is a testing period for sure.not sure this is just the start of this season but wishing and hoping a brighter season is coming along,like the rainbow from the rain.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-68049487668107726802012-10-07T04:55:00.001-07:002012-10-07T04:55:50.184-07:00Graduation 2012Comes the October wind again and its time for convocation. Stated the lecturer's FB status. And today, officially all of the friend in the same batch graduated. The first convocation that I witness or be around campus is in 2010, to see some friends that graduated earlier. Then 2011, was my year and 2012 I see it is the others turn. <div>
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Thus the first piece of puzzle today is all of us will go our separate ways, regardless we are happy with it or not, as for a fact I know 2 best of friends are not happy to be far apart from each other, where one is in Peninsular and the other is in the borneo part of Malaysia.</div>
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Then I went to breakfast in Puchong. Pei Se told me that she have a few items that she missed having in Puchong. So the both of us met the rest in the usual dim sum restaurant that we usually eat. Then the first significant person I saw was Crystal, as this is my first time I saw her since she have arrive all the way from Bintulu yesterday.</div>
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The second lesson here is the value of friendship. There are 3 of our friends graduated this time. Yee Kean, Yin Fung and also Pei Chin. For these three, few of us travel from far just to congratulate them in person. Sometimes it also about the money to travel, but mostly it about the heart. Taking time to spare with your friends. In a year of 365.5 days, how many days do we have to spare for gathering especially with everyone is working and annual leave are limited?</div>
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As I arrived campus, the 3 main person is not out from the graduation hall yet. Decided to walk around, to get the old feel in the campus while others are looking for flowers. There are a few familiar faces that I've bump into.But of all the old faces no would be other than Lynda. Don't get me wrong, but what do you feel when you got to know that most likely you won't see them again.</div>
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Going back then, when I've first met her in the meeting in Voices Club. She was a freshman/woman then, just joined MMU after her form 6. And the first few questions she asked was " How the hell I get through ?" as that time I almost half way in finishing my studies. Fast Forward to today, its her special day. She did get through with flying colours perhaps. Another good thing to hear is that she will be getting marry in 2 years.</div>
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Lesson number 3, there are a lot of people that we know, some we get close to, or some we just kenal kenal cina. But being able to remember the person, that I believe what makes yourself different from others. Some you might have forgotten their name. </div>
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In a nutshell, today's lesson is all about friendship.Will there be other occasion for all of us to gather again? I don't think so. Especially with the friends you make but in not in the close circle. Graduation is probably the time to say goodbye as sad as it sound. Maybe facebook would be a key tool. But when we will meet again? Maybe for a holiday, maybe when someone get marry? Who knows.... But as cliche as the saying goes.... " Friends are forever" </div>
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julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-89381956476006126202012-08-24T20:12:00.001-07:002012-08-24T20:12:41.084-07:00Total RecallHave you watch the movie Total Recall? If you do, sure you would remember the scene where the hero got to know about what happen to him in the pass via a video that he himself have recorded before he was abducted and wiped out all his memory.<br />
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It has been almost 2-3 months since I last blogged. I feel like this blog is something like the video in the movie Total Recall. Where I reminded myself, who I am and what I strongly believe in. And those that would take my memory away from this is the path of life it self. It is not saying that life path is bad, just that sometimes you are too caught up with your daily life, struggle to make it in your career, makes you just lost or forgotten of who you really are, forget about the child voice within.<br />
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Time and experience will certainly change a person. I personally go through this. On how I've changed my perspective. Taking for example leaving Bangsar from Klang. Grow up in a school and environment others would envy of, although none of us feel that we are a class above the rest. Just mention the word Bangsar sometimes make people feel inferior, I don't fully understand it until I move to Klang. Being is such strategic real estate area, which is near to town, it is appealing for the working class, and being so called the hip and happening with plenty of angmoh around, lots of the younger generation would like to boast that 'hey I hang out in Bangsar" rather than when you say Klang, people would associated it with the far geographical position from downtown KL. It makes them sound cool and better inside, although they might come from other place just to hang out there. You could really tell the different from those who is really from there and just 'hang out' there.<br />
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But now I spend most of my time in Klang or Melaka more than in Bangsar. Yes although all the friends do ask me to go over and meet up as how they put it that ' this is your hood '. I spend more time with the family more nowadays thus makes me understand them more. And this have changed my view, and also priority. Although my place is far from the hip and happening, but being far from all that have its blessing, which is more time with the family.<br />
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This is a part of God's plan for me. Although I am not the strongest of christian believer. I feel that this is His, plan. When I move to Klang, I've complain and etc... but at the end of the 'struggle' He will show you the light, what is the blessing behind all that struggle. It is just a state of mind, if we were to open up our heart and mind and think of the positive things that come out of it.<br />
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Having said that, I have yet to know what is His plan for me in my career. Probably now is the 'struggle' stage. Yes work is alright now. But it is not how I imagine it to be. My pilot dream if I were to be realistic, from The Sun article that I read last week where there are 1000 plus cadet who are graduate is jobless, and the current status of my eyesight. Who am I kidding? myself? Statistic doesn't lie and yes I have yet to confront that matter and accept that it's virtually over. Certainly this statement does not and would not come from me if I were say 2-3 years ago. But again, as I have mention earlier above, time will change a person. Working does give me the hard reality of life. Work certainly kills off the voice of the child within you. Apart from work, others decision also play a role that would effect you. Come September , I would certainly not be seating on the heir of the 150 million ringgit of annual turnover business.<br />
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So I decide to blog after a long hiatus. The blog seems quite quiet for the past few months, mine and also the rest of the gang. Probably they are too caught up with work. Would like to blog on my recent trip to Saigon, was quite an eye opener. But I guess that is for another sunshiny day.<br />
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Work today was bad. It's been like that ever since am back from my vacation. I did a few thinking especially during the dinner on the cruise ship when everyone was away dancing. But today, it really hit me. I was driving on the NPE and off to Sunway heading towards Kesas Highway on the way home. As I passing through the tunnel, with the giant Egyptian statue of Sunway Piramid welcoming me, I look to the sky as it was a sunny day. A firefly ATR was making a left turn after taking off from Subang, as I move along further, I saw an unusual flight, I think it is she, the A380. I know MAS is receiving it somewhere this time. And it was confirm when I go on the net.<br />
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Then it strike me, the mix of emotion of "WTF am I doing?" All the place I go ever seen I leave high school, planes are following me like a shadow. With the cadet plane in Melaka, where I admire it, from my 11th floor Ixora apartment and also from E-1-B where plane flew by day and night off , even when the walk to cyberpark, there is flight, flying onto the sunset. Are these sign? or God just teasing me of a sign " If you want it, come and get it! " or just "You can look at it, but can never have it". <br />
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Whatever the sign is, it does bring a dark cloud to my day. I don't think what I am doing now is any close to that target, that destination.It is just a rude reality check, and wake up call. I am not sure what will I do, if I don't get this chance. However I always would like to have an experience abroad. For those who know me, probably New York and London would be my choice. But how to reach to that goal?<br />
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It this the right way? sometimes don't you just wonder? I do, trained as an engineer, the best way always to know what is happening and what is it at the end of the tunnel. However I am still not certain if I am doing. Those who have walked through the tunnel, says just walk and don't think. But after almost a year of walking, and a below average KPI mark, regardless whatever review or praises, it makes me wonder if I am in the right way. After all, whatever matters is on the paper.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-9816773903593609402012-03-23T09:30:00.000-07:002012-03-23T09:30:25.887-07:00how fastWhat is the fastest time clocked for 100m sprint? How long do you take to drive around a 5.7km circuit? How fast can you change your car tire? Formula one team take on average 9 seconds to change all four tires along with refueling the car. A 5.7 km circuit would probably take them 1.26 seconds to complete. On average they are running at 200km/h. Breaking from 200km/h to 0 km/h in seconds certainly the driver would experience high G forces. But that what they do for a living.<div><br />
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</div><div>Last year, me too soak in the euphoria of F1 fever that hit Malaysia.We purchase the grandstand seat and go there for the qualifying race, race day, and also the concert, where we witness ourself aunties fight for Rain's sweaty towel.</div><div><br />
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But instead of all the adrenaline rush that sport provide, I spend my time now trying to sleep at 10.55 p.m on a Friday night. That's how much things can change in a year. Have the time to live wild,young and free passed?<br />
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</div>julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-2953523474123434172012-03-18T06:25:00.000-07:002012-03-18T06:25:54.208-07:00Rant of frustrationCav called on Fri night, was a surprise. She needs help on her assignment, as she is searching people to interview regarding the new Indonesian's maid policy. As her Datuk editor for xing xing newspaper wanted to publish the story by Sat.Thank God, things work out well and the news is out on Sat.<br />
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I am glad to help my friend whenever I could. To see them, satisfied with their job which means I be making some phone call to make their assignment happen, so be it. Guess that what friends are for. Other than Cav, Fiona also worked for Xing Xing. Both I've met at Brats. I guess its that they achieve their ambition, to earn a living and support themself by writing.<br />
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8 months coming to 9th month of working for, its been like a roller coaster. But for now, it is just plain frustration. That's the disadvantage of being in a trading company as you need support from the principal. Unfortunately for me, my principal is not the most helpful of all. Thus, the frustration when there is nothing much you can do. Clients already been found, convince, all the hard work have been done, but the time for execution have been a let down. I feel its down to two reason, either I am not good enough at my job to convince them to support, me or they are just to laid back and don't see Malaysia is a good market.<br />
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Took a leave, just to re-evaluate if this is a right path. Other than, frustration at work, things also don look so good at home. Tomorrow is another day, a start of a new week. Currently my evaluation, all the reason I could conclude is down to cash. Lots people know I always wanted to be a pilot. But to be realistic, even Air Asia X is cutting their route, and even giant like SIA request their pilot to be on leave. That is how tough the outlook on the airline industry. Thus my next priority is to make as much cash, like other people in the working world, or majority of us, asked, why do we work? to get money of course, as materialistic as it sound , but that is the fact.<br />
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How much will be enough? Right now I would say 300k, just to support myself through flying school. Or for me to afford an Audi R8 and a house.Then I'll be contented. But things might change, so they say. Perhaps I need more off days, to really think my path. Or perhaps, I need to work with Pei Se and Yee Kean again, although all of us work in 3 different companies now, I wish one day we all will be back again, like how we go though our degree year.<br />
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I know I've been a disappointment to Dr.Ong, Ms.Tan, 2 person that I feel really make a different in my degree years, especially during my final year. I do look up to both of them, although sometimes I don't seem fond of them. Dr. Ong who guided me through Mini-P, I still remember my e-mails to him on what to read on CdSe Quantum Dots during the holiday, just to prepare myself. As I would want to avoid other mini-p which involve programming as that was my biggest fear. The first time I enter his room to meet him with Yee kean and Pei Se, he goes " oh you are Julian". But the last conversation I talked to him during convocation as he asked me where am I working now, " oh selling properties? " just a disappointment in his tone, as if all his work to nurture me gone to waste. And so does Ms Tan, although her way is a typical engineer way to approach a human relationship - Results above the rest. But I feel I won her over with my constantly being around and never miss a session for the project. But I definitely burn the bridge with her, when I turn down her job offer. Let it be, if she feel I refuse to help me- being one of her people or that's the last part of her deal to repay my effort in her project. Whatever it is, I feel thankful to her. julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-32209056937213034612012-02-07T07:15:00.000-08:002012-02-07T07:15:23.105-08:00Reunited and it feels so goodPast month - January has been quite fruitful in term of relationship. In my past post in few months or years back, I remember venting about a friend, who was literally my first friend here in KL. And how he keep on avoiding and FFK ( did not turn out for appointments) with us. At the moment I along with all our friends was really frustrated with him, as it is always been the 5 of us throughout high school. Macam lah boy band only.<br />
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Moving on 2012, I spend my new year eve this time welcoming in a more social manner, as compared to how I welcome 2011 with 2 boxes and pizza and with my Final Year Project on my computer. I went to Bukit Tinggi/Janda Baik with 2 of the boys and 2 more of our girl friends. From there we move foward and forgetting about our anger towards this friend and about him in general, and promise to commit to play badminton, one of our favourite past time every friday.<br />
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Then come the time for one of us to have his big day, wedding day. During the yamcha session after badminton, I suggest to my friend to invite him to the wedding. After all, it would be the last chance, and last hope or last throw of the dice to save the friendship. So he did. However the message did not get him until Out of the blue, the friend texted me to wish me Happy Chinese New Year. I feel it is a sign, thus I intervene again asking if he would come to the wedding, he did not notice the invitation until my text. Long story short, against all odd, even on the day itself, we have our doubts on him coming, as he always promise to turn up but did not. But this time he pull through.<br />
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Another event is more a family story. As I have this cousin which is much older than me. When he was young, he stayed with my family until he was standard, as his parents was going through hard time, thus my mom took him in. He was brought up along with me and my siblings. However, he grew up closely with my brother as their age is almost the same,and I was too young then.<br />
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My parents especially my father did have quite a bond with him. Their bond goes was back. And as hard headed, and how mat rempit he was during his secondary school days, and rebel days during his collage years, I know he listen to my parents and goes to them when he need advice or help. Even though they argue, he will still listen, no matter how unhappy he looks. Taking from him, who is also short tempered when ever anyone else try to lecture him, but my parents got a way with him.<br />
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Unfortunately something happen 2 years ago, between my cousin and my father. I personally feel it is a small thing. However, the ego of two grown man got the better of them.the cold war goes on for 2 year until this Chinese New Year. Till he wanted to go to his wife to be house for engagement. That morning, I confronted my mom and explain to her how I wish to intervene like how I did for my friend case earlier. She gave me an earful because she told me as if she did not try. But 30 minutes later she told my cousin to go up and invite my dad personally. And the rest like they say it, its history. Even this long weekend, my cousin and his wife is at my house almost everyday.<br />
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Although these relationships does not involve me directly, sometimes, I feel it is not always have to be about ourself, taking a step back from the spotlight, looking at others being happy, make me glad too. In addition to witnessing my good friend taking a step in marriage, and my brother and his girlfriend, seems to be having a smooth sailing one make me happy for them. Got me thinking, maybe it is time to look into my own matter, where is my direction will heading to. Rather it is personal or career.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-25740245034443452922012-01-01T19:56:00.000-08:002012-01-01T19:56:04.744-08:00Live like you were dyingThat is the title of the song sang by Tim Mcgraw and the American Idol winner Scotty. It literally means living life to the max, as if everything gonna end. I feel I did it for the early 7 months of 2011 until uni life ends in June....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marathon running</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">60 minutes with a burger call "Goliath"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and give forgiveness that I've been denying</td></tr>
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And I hope someday you get the chance, to live like you were dying!julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-74728430349599452192012-01-01T09:06:00.000-08:002012-01-01T09:06:31.343-08:00Happy new year, 2012. Says a lot from facebook or smses. Its the new year again, the Mayan's says it will be the end of the world, on 20th December. I still remember the way I've ushered 2011, where was on my way back to Cyberjaya from my Final Year Project in Melaka, got 2 regular pizza and continue work on it. E-1-B the house that I've rented for the past 4 years, are empty as the rest went to celebrate. For that 7 months, I've really work for my thesis. Although the outcome is not what I've expected, a B+, I feel it is a great injustice even after appealing. But like all the exams I feel that I've given my all, thus there are no regrets.<br />
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2011 have been a good year. but there are also a significant loss I feel. As only when I beginning to enjoy my time in university, time is up.And time to say goodbye. My wish is to have a meal each with those few group of friend of mine. Probably at Hb with the hostel friends, or SK hawker with the other gang, or just random crazy meal with the housemates, even the nasi lemak from indon with the roommate.<br />
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But life is never what you wish for. Now everyone on different path of life. How many will still keep in touch it will tell in few years. I always evaluate it, when 2 friends meet again after a long period, how "mesra" their relationship is, is it the same of they are out of topic to chat.<br />
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One of the most important thing I've learn for the past 4 years is 'Togetherness'. Friendship, Courtship, Family. Thank you all for making my 4 years special, hope we all can be together again. One day.<br />
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As for 2012, there is only one thing for certain, that I've know of, financial difficulty.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-40898832357013047012011-12-01T06:07:00.001-08:002011-12-01T06:07:23.034-08:00Back to DecemberToday the first of December,also my first attemp to update my blog via my mobile.it's been a few weeks since I've downloaded this apps.<br />
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So the big day is approaching,for me to turn to the big 23.the number held great significant especially in the sporting world,made famous by an NBA legend-Michael Jordan,and then by David Joseph Beckham. <br />
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There been a buzz at home asking for what I would like to have for my birthday.To be honest I don't really have the desire to have anything that is wrapped in a box and those fancy wrapping paper and ribbon.<br />
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If a genie really exist and grant me 3 wishes,I would say in my ideal world,I would be an airline pilot that is based in Penang island,having a place around Straits Quay area or Miami bay,having my gf nearby in her dream job at intel,with my mom and sister having a partnership running their food business and dad and bro too have their partnership.<br />
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But in reality,pilot won't b based in Penang,and after hard selling,mom won't send me to flying school even when if she could afford.but for the rest,it seems more realistic,where the gf is more likely to get a job in intel,and my siblings and parents are likely to run business.thus back to square one,I hope to find hapineess in my 23rd year.hapiness can not b in monetery form,although having a little bit extra dough is not a bad thing.<br />
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Hapiness can be in a form of being able to do what ever u want to do and when.I promise myself not to miss the Penang jazz festival this year.it's always either this or the monsoon cup that I wanted to watch.however I have to give it a miss due to exams,or assignments as this time is normally a short semester.regardless of that,it's been a tradition for me personally to go on a week 'break' in a run up to my bid day.I would then pamper myself.<br />
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But in the working world is a totally different ball game,although having extra financial muscle compared to working,working commitment unable me to go and have a good time on my big day.thus till next year I have to say,Penang jazz festival,hard rock cafe and all my lovely friends that I've promise to go down.hope you all will still remember me this time next year.<br />
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julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-31978914956603670462011-11-13T05:31:00.000-08:002011-11-13T05:32:20.472-08:00HiI sat there with him 4 years ago, in the park enjoying our drinks and bagel. It was a small park, where local kids playing and kicking football on a quiet and yet wind late spring weather. We had a chat, and we have a common dream on moving here one day. While mom dad and sister shops for shoes, we both enjoy a similar liking of the place. Fast forward from Florence to KL today, he is now at least half the way there and I am still way far away from moving to Europe.<br />
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</div><div>I went to the musical a few weeks ago, presented by The Star. It's called In Perfect Harmony.The musical represent how music have influence our life in Malaysia from the great P.Ramlee to Justin Bieber, and how time have transcendent and evolve the music we listen. One of the song that struck me was our local chinese artise, Guang Liang's Tong Hua or Fairytale. It did brought me back when some of my female friends from school sang it like a choir. Most of them are english educated and can hardly speak a word of chinese. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Looking back then is when I had the longest holiday after my SPM. Time were good until all the complication occurs or in other words the girl trouble starts. Then come MMU, where at the beginning I was very reluctant to go let it be the engineer course or be it the place, Melaka. Growing up in the Beverly Hills of Malaysia, did have it perks and bad side. And of course you come to a smaller town with a big ass ego and rep. The perks are when you mention you stay in Bangsar, the girls will want to be near you, but the bad part is some were taken a back step, rather feeling inferior or just hate the cockyness. And another bad side of it, although I grew up there, I am not the Bangsar people that people have the impression of, as I am not from the wealthy family.</div><div><br />
</div><div>After all my resistance I start MMU unwillingly, however I did make a few good friends at my orientation. One of the first few friend I've made, is this guy from Perlis. Coincidentally he also stays at the same condominium as I am, to my surprise I met him at class. So I think to myself, not so bad lah, as he seems like a decent guy, and not like those people your parents warn about before stepping in uni to avoid. However, he don't seem like want to hang out after class. When I asked him for dinner, go to town, or sports, he will either decline or 'see lah'- which is a No. I thought I did something that offended him or disturbing him with many questions.But then again, he did join occasionally. One year later we are housemate in Cyberjaya. </div><div><br />
</div><div>To be honest I am not the best engineer around, after 5 years of studying, I can say I learn very minimal. or at least I remember very minimal things now. Which is sometimes a bit added pressure at work where expectation is there as I am an 'engineer'. Am sure my boss would be sweating if he reads this.</div><div><br />
</div><div>However, it is not that I play around at university, I did put in a lot of effort in my studies and exams but my results did not reflect it at all. What do you do when you try your level best and yet the result indicate as if you did not study, it did not do any justice at all. However I learn A LOT more outside the class, things like something even Harvard class room did not teach you, it is a life lesson that no book can teach. It is life lesson such as friendship, and going through hard time- endurance and perseverance. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Graduation came along, and lots of congratulation messages comes. One of it says " Congrats Asst.Editor" it is from one of my group member during the Brats camp, one of them are now even working for The Star, and recently promoted from the Daily Chili to Star Metro. As I walked out of the musical, I texted one of them, the only one that I am currently keeping in touch. Coincidentally as well, she is just graduated and searching for job and considering a career in journalism, even though studied marine biology. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Passing by a blog the other day, got the core of the post, which is why people afraid to chance what they want. People work in something that their heart not in it, and then they complain and they can't perform, and the cycle continues. Why we are afraid? Probably because it is out of the norm. For example one of my classmate from engineering school now is an air steward. He goes a great length to go the normal route of an engineering student - to go in manufacturing line. Few have such courage, and I feel that I am one of them who don't have the courage. Why? because if we go against the norm, if we fall, everyone will point finger at you and say 'told you so!' </div><div><br />
</div><div>I love writing, its a way to express myself. I love helping out and trying to make a change. I love wealth, as materialistic as it sound, money speaks. I love travelling, seeing different people,culture and places. Thus the question is why did I not follow the journalist path? why did I not join World Vision? It's like Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, sometimes you are the angle, and sometimes you are the devil, but at the center of it, is the coward and lack of courage to go against the norm. </div><div> </div>julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-76523895691949547602011-10-10T03:31:00.000-07:002011-10-10T03:32:00.539-07:00Is this goodbye?We begin the journey together, and we ended it together. There are lots of time that I feel that I won't be able to make it, especially when failures come in the way. And some that I share with, will know that I will tell them Sorry I won't be able to graduate with them.<br />
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As multiple failures comes in this past 5 years, some that are known and some that I still kept away, as I did not want to make my family worry. I am thankful to those that stood by me during the hard time. Offering me their help and support and even till today. Let it be some tough love, that tell me off, or console me when am down. Thank you very much. They know who they are.<br />
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As "Permata Dunia" first played during orientation, it was also fitting the last song we sang during the convocation. The scene of friends holding each other, on the shoulder singing the song away, some holding back their tears, its a very powerful atmosphere filled with emotion. And it is understandable as everyone spend 5 years together. Of course there is always a bond there.<br />
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For me personally, its a bitter-sweet time, and at the end of the day, I know I will miss this place and all the colourful characters that is the pallets to my university portrait. As much as I always finding a way to get out or switch my university path, this place have taught me a lot. Maybe not in an engineering way, as I've forgotten lots of what I've studied, but I've learn a lot more than what the text book could ever offer. The value of friendship, and being away from home makes me appreciate home more. Of course I would have pay more attention to my studies if I could redo this all again. But looking foward, this weekend is probably the last time ever there will be this massive gathering.<br />
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I won't be able to know when will I will have a meal, or just chit chat with some of them, especially those who chose their path out of KL or those that you did not take the time to know them well, and during convo, your conversation with them is more than the period in this 5 years.<br />
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The promise and the dream of my parents have been fulfilled, as they wanted all their children to get a university degree. As my journey officially ended I will miss.... ( in no particular order)<br />
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<ol><li>E-1-B</li>
<li>The makan</li>
<li>late night supper</li>
<li>random movie </li>
<li>the flexibility of going out anytime</li>
<li>skipping class especially when its raining at 8am</li>
<li>early morning champion league football</li>
<li>badminton, smashing people</li>
<li>the nano permanent trio for assignment and exams</li>
<li>weird by my FYP</li>
<li>pillow talk</li>
<li>gossips/ scandals</li>
<li>Indon food delivery</li>
<li>Puchong Yong Tofu</li>
<li>S.K hawker</li>
<li>Last minute cramp for exams in library</li>
<li>Last minute assignment dateline, where the next morning we are all like zombie but still energetic to go and eat wantan mee or dengkil chicken rice</li>
<li>FCM ah Neh, that scold people who cuts queue when taking roti canai</li>
<li>Lesser worries compare to working life</li>
<li>Cyber tracker</li>
<li>And the list continues.....</li>
</ol>julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-31974143746543824042011-08-21T03:59:00.000-07:002011-08-21T03:59:16.189-07:00Is this realThe reality setting in, two month of officially working. I am now on the threshold of adulthood. Although there are still a lot to learn in the office, financially, its a bit far from settle.<br />
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My boss asked me and a few other in one of our discussion, " Do you think you are at the level where you could afford a coffee from Starbucks?" To be honest, No I don think I am at that level yet. Even as a student, I did not step into Starbucks more than 10 times. But as you can see at the mall, majority of the customers are students or working class people. I do asked myself, "How can people afford it?" Not only Starbucks, due to the technology that we have today called Facebook I see lots having drink at fancy places like Library to have a pine of beer, how much does that cost? I am sure it is more than RM 5. So coming back to square one, "How people can afford it?"<br />
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So far, some of the possibilities are,<br />
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<ul><li>Is my pay that low? or it is just their pay is higher?</li>
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</ul>This can go on and on as there are numerous possibilities. But I feel that the best is, we ourself know what we want.Maybe its how they want their lifestyle is, after a hard day of work, its time to blow off some steam to enjoy with friends. This is a subjective issue, where there is no wrong or right answer.<br />
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Last Monday and Tuesday I went down to Terengganu for work. It is one of the places that I would like to visit other than Penang before I started work, however, the circumstances does not allow me to. Although I went there with not the ideal purpose ( no offense boss, it is just that I would like to go there for holiday instead of work along with my frens). The road towards Terengganu is awesome, one should really have a drive there. Yes it is a 7-8 hours drive, but with the beautiful view especially the Rantau Abang stretch where you can see the beach all along the way, it just make it worth it. It is some of the things that I would like to share with my frens and love one if possible.<br />
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There are a lot of amazing things just behind our backyard, although sometimes it feels lonely to travel alone, I know I have an amazing travelling partner unfortunately she is 2 hours away. * Rindu...*julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-87517598704006270232011-07-31T00:24:00.000-07:002011-07-31T00:24:00.174-07:00Negaraku<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>July have been quite eventful for Malaysia. One common denominator is, Yellow or Kuning. First was the Bersih rally where the demand for 'Clean election'. I agree that election have to be clean. But how do we ensure it? It is still up in the air, people can argue till the cow come home, and still the argument won't end I would say. In the end, those who lose the election will say its it dirty, and those who win, will say it fair. Regardless which political party. Isn't it natural human behavior? <br />
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What ever it is, I find it absurd that in the social media where right after the rally when the PM went to England to meet the Queen, claim that the queen wears yellow in support for the Bersih rally. Isn't yellow a royal colour? And visiting the Queen and also the Pope is not something you arrange overnight, as they are busy people. So the claim that the PM go overseas to avoid or clean up after the rally just doesn't make sense to me. However it is a mistake that the PM made when he says the rally can be held in a stadium but deny Stadium Merdeka.<br />
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Well, we have to hit people when they do wrong and we have to give big hands to them when they do something right. Fair enough?<br />
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But apart from that, where opinion are still divided, one event that unites all Malaysia. <br />
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Malaysia vs Singapore for the 2014 World cup qualifiers. There have been a lot of buzz in Malaysian football lately. Especially after the SEA game, and AFC Suzuki cup triumph, plus the friendly with 3 EPL giant. Singapore or after Thursday match known as Singapura-pura is the traditional rival to Malaysia in football point of view. After watching them lose with quite a respectable scoreline to Liverpool, I bought the ticket. If they can play like how they did against Liverpool, Singapore are in for a beating. And the under 23 team just lose 1-0 to Chelsea. of course that is mainly because you have the best team in the country, back 3. The back 3 was from the Kelantan team. If only Rajagopal put his faith in the Kelantan player in the first leg. Why la play Khairul Fahmi in goal only in the 2nd leg?<br />
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The highway heading towards Bukit Jalil was full of Malaysia. I can see their car decorated with the <i>Jalur</i> <i>Gemilang. </i>Also in the lrt where people either wear yellow or blue ( the night's kit). Vuvuzelas, horns, drum, all of it are brought to bring a carnival atmosphere and support the Harimau Malaya.<br />
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The stadium was sandwich even as early as 8pm, there are no seat available. The crowd spill onto the walkway. The atmosphere was so tense until the Singapore enterence was guarded by police.<br />
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Vuvuzelas and horns are blown while the players are warming up... until..... singaporean clown try to push their luck, where 3 of them walk into the Malaysian side of crowd. It could be a similar incident of the Man Utd fan that walks into the Liverpool training session. The crowd waste no time jeering and boo-ing them. Until they leave immediately.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Although the team lost on aggregate. But looking at the bigger picture I think we have already won before the kick off. When the national anthem was playing, man, woman , children even disable people come and support the national team and sang Negaraku loudly and proudly. Regardless the event at early of the month that divided the nation from various political thinking, here through sport, it is just an epitome on how Malaysia should be, united as one. </div>julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-11499437646928273912011-06-29T09:30:00.000-07:002011-06-29T09:30:06.853-07:00new chapterThey say "we don't appreciate things till its gone" I find it very true. However the great irony is that when we have it, let it be a person or an experience, we wish that we don't have it until its gone. Confuse? It's like how when we are in school and we wish we are at home instead, but when school ends, we wish to be in school.<br />
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Well it is not that us being ungretful with what we have, it is just natural for us as human to think that the grass is greener on the other side, but that is not always the case. I went back to my alma mater today to regrade my paper. I know I have a lot of room for improvement for all the subjects, no matter how much effort I put in, it is still not the right recipe, but not for this particular subject, FYP. I put in a lot of my time, money and effort into this subject and I really hope to the regrading goes my way.<br />
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As I hope not to jinx it, today as I did not receive any phone call, I guess that indicates I have a clean bill of health and suppose to start my job on Friday. It is a transition phase for me and also for everyone else I would say. Most of my frens ( non MMU ) are surprised on how early I scout for my job, I do wish to have a longer break, but time wait for no man. I know I don't have such luxury to chill and wait my allowance to enter each month.<br />
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Although I think I get the job early, I also think that things around me or my fellow peers have moved lightyears ahead of me. I always admire 2 of my friends, they are the earliest of my frens that worked. One in Earnst & Young, another running his own company from his joint venture. What I admire most is their drive for work. Another thing that I felt move swiftly is marriage. Checking update on Fb, there are some already married and some are one the way. Even my good friend is getting marry a day after my convocation! Regardless the trend or some would say they would prefer to marry in their late 20's I guess when the question come, it just come.<br />
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So many things, all so fast. My dream is to fly a plane, although watching Aircrash investigation shaken me a bit, other than that to go to rural area and do some voluntarily job, as I feel donating do help but hands on would be more meaningful. I really would try to avoid to be a money-minded person, yes money is important however, there are lots of things in life than money. When you stop chasing for money, money will come.<br />
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How will my first day be? The unknown is a scary place! julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-54376783469507517322011-06-25T09:03:00.000-07:002011-06-25T09:03:07.813-07:00MH- Malaysia Hospitality<div style="text-align: left;">When you took on a plane, to go anywhere from which ever airline, do you notice that each airlines have it's own tag. For example Air Asia (Malaysia) uses AK**** follows by the flight number. Emirates uses EK**** and Malaysia Airlines uses MH****, this MH is stands for Malaysia Hospitality.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So it marks the end of my eurotrip, I knew once I have landed on Kuala Lumpur International Airport tarmac, it is the brink of a new chapter in my life - working life. It is always on my mind to go on a eurotrip, to visit friends, as I might not be lucky enough to further my education abroad, it is nice of them to welcome me to the UK. The last time I went to europe, I was playing Daughtry's Home, and the capt says something on the announcement, " We have landed in Kuala Lumpur International Airport, on behalf of the cabin crew I would like to welcome you to Malaysia, and for the Malaysian, Welcome home" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I remember it, because it is significant. This time, as I visited a few places and meet a few faces, I believe that well home (Malaysia) is always the place I feel comfortable with. As I speak to a few people, they got nothing but praise towards Malaysia, some have been here for a few time, some even says that " I am not lucky enough to visit there yet" Makes me wonder sometimes, why we Malaysian are the one that bashing our country while others have nothing but praise. </div><br />
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So as we move on, each to own path... some already found job months ago, as we all want to be at the top, there are no electronics company around other than the blue company. So I can't really believe it that I completed my studies in engineering ( hopefully the finals goes well), joining it with such reluctant. I did struggle, and end up losing my sight to my ultimate goal.<br />
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Lots that expected me to join and take over in Penang, but I feel it is not the time yet. Although I don't rule out the possibilities. There are lots of jobs that I have applied, at many various places around Malaysia. Not much replied as I did not meet their requirement.<br />
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The past week is quite tough for me personally. Deciding where to work, need to balance the payment, the family, friends, girlfriend, and the job scope all play a role in my decision. But as a fresh graduate, I know I can't be so picky.<br />
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I received a phone call that night when I was on my way to the airport, asking me to go to SJMC (Subang Jaya Medical Center), mom situation getting worst from that morning. I can't panic and ruin it for everyone. When I reach cyberjaya to pack, the situation at the hospital was stable. So I decided to go the next day as visiting hours have already long passed. The first thing in the morning I left E-1-B for the very last time, but there is not much time for a mix feeling as my focus is just to go to the hospital as soon as possible.<br />
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I was invited to interview in Melaka, a semiconductor company quite well known to the local there. They turn me down citing I can't convince them I would stay there for a long haul. I personally don't like to accept any sort of rejection. But the capital H-I-M have bigger plans for me I think, as at the same time I was having a family emergency. Despite all that I still attend the interview, if that does not satisfied them, then be it.<br />
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The emergency, really shifted my attention to the family. I know I was away and wanting to spend time with friends, but the transition is so fast. I take it as a sign that I have to be here, in KL. The failure in Melaka further enhance the argument that I have to be here to look out for them.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-18203246430048816142011-05-18T12:26:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:26:03.071-07:00leaving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1vCVLuKWy5P1zZwQCFnLIxcHKPe37d9oILfeT0SZTpSphwiMFuUhRftXqTQqxRO9s4A_qHV2uwM2KSDLezYcyKw4HBEVL0eabuJCpcChJPyqrqf3zy6k184v0G_ThzRmHGpJFQ9Wd8I/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1vCVLuKWy5P1zZwQCFnLIxcHKPe37d9oILfeT0SZTpSphwiMFuUhRftXqTQqxRO9s4A_qHV2uwM2KSDLezYcyKw4HBEVL0eabuJCpcChJPyqrqf3zy6k184v0G_ThzRmHGpJFQ9Wd8I/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is all over. The final exam marks the real final exam. not just for the semester, not just the academic year, but final for good, provided I passed the paper. As the curtain come down, and the clock is ticking when I wrote my last answer, the song ' am coming home, am coming home, tell the world am coming home' plays on my head. You know when you watch a drama, when a person about to leave, his/her whole life flashed back in an instant? All the memories I had here flashed back to me as I put down my pen, and waited for the examiner to collect my answer docket. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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E-1-B have a lots of good and bad memories. At first, I wasn't suppose to be staying here at the first place as I was promised a room somewhere else until the tenant changed their mind. Although there are some bad period in the house, most of the period after those bad influence are removed went smoothly. My housemates, I wish you all well, and I know all of them will do well once they leave. As some will fly to Korea, some are working for the some of the top companies around. I am glad to have these housemates, although some that I did not spend much time with. But come FYP season, we have people to consult to for programming problem, and we converted our living hall into a real life lab, where soldering, chemical etching and etc can all be done. So regardless you are doing software or hardware, there are ppl you can consult to. We had our farewell few weeks ago at 'Tasty Pot'. I really do hope one day we can meet up again at this place we call home for the past 4 years.<br />
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As for MMU, well I guess I experience almost all of it. Thinking of how much fun I going to have, bbq-ing and doing all that activities at the inital place I suppose to stay, makes me dropped the question during the exams during my cadet interview, at my Alpha year. All because I don't wanna missed out on all the good time that I potentially have over in Cyber.Do I regret it? sometimes yes, especially when am lost doing engineering.but the memories do compensate it a little bit.<br />
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For exams in MMU, I seat for all of it. The supp, the repeat, the full mark for coursework and still fail due to brain black out, the perfect score for coursework, synthesizing something for the first time in the uni, the collaboration with industry, the overseas trip representing the university.. yes the ups and down, all but one - the dean's list. Work hard, I have. Yet I still not sure why I still can't score. I guess this is the challenge, for me to pick myself up from failure. Things goes really smoothly throughout high school and primary, just this 5 year had been challenging, academically.<br />
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As for frens, after leaving its like pressing the 'restart' button from 5 years ago, where now everyone goes back to their hometown again. but this time, we know each other. Thus going to other states, now we have friends to call. Although things will change for obvious reason, the person you see everyday might not be around, or the person you sleep in the same room, that first person that you saw when you get up, might not be there anymore, or the person you always have meal with, the next time you will probably eat your lunch alone, or with new and unfamiliar faces. Thats the reality. As my time comes to an end here, I do not wish it to end, as there are not enough time spend with each and every individual. But then again thats fact and reality that I have to face. Leaving with a heavy heart..julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-34059689703232883332011-05-08T07:40:00.000-07:002011-05-08T07:40:02.024-07:00happy mother's day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOs2JUAuN3RCSE9mlC7i_evlYlJj_24OxycmrwwcOksGkE93hBAnBPp7A0A-Yu6qu14LSCmf7oylYoO-G3VyOopIKgDxEINQTkSnvnNPgWTo3tu6edIA3GOsYFudyCrwCnmgXJwyxWM0/s1600/222355_10150172972952075_634337074_6968354_1569034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOs2JUAuN3RCSE9mlC7i_evlYlJj_24OxycmrwwcOksGkE93hBAnBPp7A0A-Yu6qu14LSCmf7oylYoO-G3VyOopIKgDxEINQTkSnvnNPgWTo3tu6edIA3GOsYFudyCrwCnmgXJwyxWM0/s400/222355_10150172972952075_634337074_6968354_1569034_n.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">went to this little girl birthday last weekend, she turn 2. she is the daughter of my cousin. the first among my cousin to have kids. There are few kids playing around, watching the cartoon on the tv. I think to myself I never have any sort of party for my birthday when I was at her age, not even a simple one, although we do celebrate among family members. Went to the happiest place for kids in Malaysia - Toys R Us. Got her a set of masak-masak toys and the toys today are so much different from my time. She fed me with panda cookies, and that worth every single cent of the gift. A sweet gesture, as she are quite the shy type. Days before, I received an SMS from my sister saying the girl got beaten by her nanny, till there are marks at the backside. In case anyone wondering, the nanny was a chinese from Cheras</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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And today is Mother's day. My first time having korean at Doraen if I spell it correctly. Personally I feel that my mom is a lucky lady. She have all her 3 children celebrating with her, and hopefully if I pass the paper on friday, her long time wish to have all her 3 children to graduate from university will come true, as she is not that lucky during her time, not being able to further her study. But there I will always remember 2 person when it comes to Mother's day. The other person, my nanny. As both of my parents are working to put meal on the table, this nanny look out for me when I was young. She operates the canteen at the railway station when we were at Kuala Krai, Kelantan. She is quite a successful entrepreneur in a own right. Those mak cik that need a loan would go to her to pawn their jeweleries. She trusted me, she guide me using her nice china when she cook. My parents are worries that I might break her nice set of china. But she reassure them that its alright. Even though my memories during the time she was my nanny are now a bit hazy, but like the malay saying... " jasamu tetap dikenang". Sadly for her, her children are a bit naughty. A few years back when I stop by to visit her during Chinese New Year, its sad to see she is not working for others, washing plates, fried banana. Due to the children, she as a parents suffers. Sometimes the world is not fair, how much she put in to take care of others children ( me) and yet why can't she get a good karma, live a good and simple life especially at such an old age?<br />
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She then moved to Segamat her kampung with her husband. Its sad that I can't visit her during my trip back on Chinese New Year. I wish I can share or chip in financially, but all I can do now is to sent her sms, during days like today to wish her Happy Mother's day. During dinner she sms me her address asking me and my family to visit.Its a mix emotion. I feel sad that what have happen to her, and yet happy to know that she still remember me. but the word is terharu, touched.<br />
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A happy mother's day to my mom and also my mom. both have brought me up to who I am today. Thank youjulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-45689080533241482122011-04-20T10:53:00.000-07:002011-04-20T10:53:21.598-07:00Run baby run!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I never was a runner. At school, I play football, basketball and badminton.Most of my close friends runs well, especially during the school's sport day. Most of them do sprint. I am not sure if its just mental or I cant physically run especially distance running, but sports like badminton, I could play for 10-20 minutes straight? but never running.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So i sign up for the Energizer Night Race, just at the heat of the moment. Its an unique event,held at night and at SIC ( Sepang International Circuit), many people can saw they watch the Formula One from the grandstand, but not many can say they actually touch and go through the entire circuit. I also would just wanna spend some time with my friends. I know most of them practice running for the marathon. Some run at the school track, some at the gym, some at the street around campus. For me, I always think WTF I did sign up for 11km?! always after running the 1km stretch of straight road nearby Cyberia. And the actual race is 11 times more. I always curse myself for making such harsh decision without knowing my ability. Its like buying a shirt without measuring my size. Most of my friends that practice hard always improve on their time, and deep down I know I will be the last during the race.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I went for Formula One the previous weekend, I notice from the first lap of the marathon that the route is hilly and sometimes flat. So I device a way, where I would only run when its down hill, because running uphill would consume more energy. From the flag off to the 2nd turn, I was already alone. I don't see any familiar faces around. At that moment as I approach the finishing line for the first lap, I really just feel like giving up. My legs are tired, I am thirsty, I never run so far before not even during my practice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, somehow I just walk pass the finishing line to start my last lap, I continue walking and put on my I-pod. As SIC is located nearby the airport, I can hear the jet fuel burning as the plane starts to accelerate. A lot goes through my mind then, most are those things that might not go my way, in the past and also currently. Deep down, there are lots of dissatisfaction. There are lots of things I would like to tell a lot of people, most are well not the nicest thing. I could write in my blog or post it on FB but I know, for sure there are people who will tell. I keep inside, brush it off to avoid friction. All these unhappiness I felt, motivates me to push on with my run, as I run my heart out, a sense of relived arise, just like how u shout your heart out when u feel frustrated. As I run and run, I started to walk as I felt tired, I felt someone tapping my on my shoulder, not its not the ghost, its Pei Se, it surprise me that she was behind me, as she always run in the gym. She run ahead as I was too tired to catch up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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So not bad lah for my first marathon. Although the organizer was bad. Marathon is a sort of thing that makes you push and push even when you just wanna give up, dig deep and its amazing how life experience let it be bad or good can overcome physical barrier. Mind over matter sort of thing. So its true what the speaker said, " Once you cross the finishing line, its a life changing moment". Can't wait for the medaljulianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-59461944790748641752011-04-07T12:21:00.000-07:002011-04-07T12:26:29.781-07:00Is it worth it?For the past two semester break, and semester I been spending my time for my Final Year Project. Time pass and I don even feel its like a new semester, as I work continuously throughout the break. Travelling up and down,the time, the cost, the energy. Past few days as I am writing my journal, I asked myself is it worth it? Sometimes working at a threshold of your limits and bang, get shot. Propose an idea, and bang get shot. Rushing at wee hours and submit first thing in the morning, and got shoot down again. It is destroying my morale, but I guess thats the real world ain't it? Results matters the most NOT how much effort you put it.<br />
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Sometimes I do envy when I go on Facebook to see few of my uni mates, either be going back hometown or go and unwind on various holiday destination, local and abroad. Most seems relax while I see myself struggling. But I guest this rant because I feel it sucks to get shot down consecutively time and time again. It like how you look at a person from the outside, thats all matters. It's almost 3.30 am. I guess I am just tired.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-16281954780816812552011-04-03T09:53:00.000-07:002011-04-03T09:53:17.663-07:00Joke... relax just joking!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are a lot of way to make people laugh, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jokes are normally would be one of the way,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are a lot type of joke, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the "knock knock" joke, the "why the chicken cross the road" joke</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or joke being told in a form of expression like "So cheaaaaaaap"- Kampung boy the musical or</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in a way of sarcasm way</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Din: "Saya tahu Pak Samad."<br />
Pak Samad: "Cantik tak dia?"<br />
Din: "Lawa."<br />
Pak Samad: "Aku buat dia dalam masa 5 minit sahaja! Kau tak perlu setengah jam untuk buat benda yang cantik! Habiskan artikel kau tu sekarang juga!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Getting access to media passes to St.Pat's day was good due to the free food, and drinks. plus having a place to chill. Nobody ask you questions when you got the badge on. its like some sort of VIP. Although I am not much to a drinker (alcohol) but this is my first time going for St.Pat's day. Yes I know somehow somewhere there are sure more to St.Pat's day, the tradition etc... but there is enough of studying in the class and also for FYP to make me look out for the true meaning of it. Just wanna have fun! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Going to two musical. wow! At best, I only go to one musical each year, or maybe 2 years. But the first one was about our nation great leader. Regardless about the politics and all that jazz, if we look at it in a positive manner, the man have no doubt transform our country. Nobody is a saint to be perfect, but his contribution is something that cannot be deny. Plus one of my good friend also been working his butt off for the musical, so its nice to see what is he working on. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Last night's musical on Kampung do hit close to home. It was mental! I could relate moving from a Kampung to a big town, leaving your friends, your house and all that. And not to forget the D-W-Y-L L-W-Y-D song, certainly hit hard inside. Full of laughter and emotion at the same time. Oh ya, nothing to complain about when we crash the party during the interval. Hey, how can you complain to free food? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My first concert ever! Glad its was Micheal Buble. I do heard a lot of comment on him being rubbish and singing other's song. But you like your stuff, and I like mine. They concert was mental! Although going there with one my good friend, rizal and it seems like we are like some gay couple as most of the people go there are couple. But like Buble said, " If you wanna dance, sing out loud, go ahead, because its a bloody big country and the chances of you meeting the person beside is low. It about enjoying youself" I certainly do till almost lost my voice, once the song "Home" started playing. Awesome concert! And there are probably few singers that I actually willingly pay money for to attend their concert, Jane Monheit is the TOP of the list, and maybe Train. Sadly, they would only tour the states, most of the time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can only wish that I have this much fun at the start of my uni life, although now it is almost come to an end. Playing badminton certainly do bring me back to the days when I used to play with my friends almost everyday. Hope to get my arm fix, and my stroke right again, plus my fitness. With that, what are the chances the old people have right? * hau lian talk*</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next UP! The Malaysia Formula one GP. Finally ever since Alpha that I was planning this with Meisiem. And MOST of the time, there are something up. But this year, with a seat at the main grandstand and a 3 day pass and an entrance for the RAIN concert. It sound awesome, and I hope it is awesome without anyone throwing tantrum.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The Energizer night race. I got no idea why oh why I did sign up for the 11km, or sign up for a marathon at the first place. Running is something that I did not excel with. On the bright side, its about conquering and pushing your mind. It will be tiring, no doubt. I hope this will instill the 'never say die' attitude in me. Especially I am having a presentation 1 day after the race. As this presentation is important in several different level. Myself, as I really wanted to give an 'Obama' speech, and for my future, if the presentation goes well, it will be a value added to my CV. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Can we really stop time? No as I found out while rushing for my FYP draft. I found that out the hard way. As all will go to their separate ways soon, wish everyone well, and hope to have time like this again.</div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7707243318286241369.post-67254503819522616482011-03-15T05:06:00.000-07:002011-03-15T05:06:26.307-07:00disconnect to reconnectNow hardly anyone is blogging anymore. Not much update and some even shut down blog site, possibly no-thanks to sites like tweeter. Back to the fundamentals, I start to blog to reconnect with my friends when I first enroll myself in MMU.<br />
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Blink here, blink there, now it is the final semester of my final year.Lots have happen. No doubt. Before this I am not confidence whenever people asked me when will I be done. My answer is always be 'hopefully' by June. No doubt the lack of confidence is due to my grades. However, I know that everytime during finals, I already gave my all.<br />
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So last Friday, the results was announce. It might not be good for others standard, but for me personally, it is an improvement. Spontaneously, Yee Kean over heard my cheer for joy. We went for breakfast, and as fast as social media is as Facebook, Chris gave a comment. Overwhelm by joy, I invited him along too.<br />
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So there we are, the 3 of us. Myself, Yee Kean, Chris. Pops in my mind, that all 3 of us known each other ever since the first day of MMU as we are orientation group mates, but throughout the years, I can't recall 3 of us seating together for a meal. Maybe the lack of chemistry or for what ever reason 3 of us don't really hang out together as 3. But during breakfast is like how u meet an old friend. Of course there are moment of awkward silence, but old stories before this does provide the laughter.<br />
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Yesterday I met up with my high school friends. It used to be 5 of us. But as we grow older, each have their own path to follow. To my surprise that Raymond start talking to me on FB, he wanted to meet up with me and Amar, but I delay it to yesterday as I was occupied with the FYP and also Rizal is coming back. But a chance to reconnect with Ray after so many years of disconnection is something am glad to do. Its like the good old time we have during dinner. Although the topic is not like the topics before- girls. Now the topic is more related to career, politics and life. Unfortunately one of us decide to shun himself away from us. I do hope he will turn around and reach out trying to re-connect with us like how Raymond did. The best part of the night is that everyone seems to be doing just fine.<br />
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Sometimes we might be busy with our own thing, sometimes our friends might be busy with their own things too. Separation is something that none of us can avoid. Because we have our own little path to follow, we have our own interest and we have our own life. But I hope I would have more time or opportunity to re-connect again with my friends.julianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09951486465748206991noreply@blogger.com0