Graduation day. Some photos can be viewed on my facebook. Link here.
The day started early and I’m tired now. Convo session supposedly started at 730am but we are Malaysians aren’t we all?
Here are a few shots I randomly took after the convo.
That’s a huge frog. Yea, frog as a convocation gift. KATAK.
Even Spongebob paid us a visit.
You count yourselves how many cameras we had to smile to. -_-”
Work has taken me this time to Langkawi Island for a project that’s been handed down to me.
Four Seasons Resort Langkawi is one of the two 5 star resorts along my destination just beside the neighbouring Tg. Rhu Resort.
The hour long flight and a mere 20 minute cruise along the roads of Langkawi Island brought me to the north end of geopark at Tanjong Rhu Beach. Ever wondered why it’s called Tg. Rhu?
Tg. Rhu or Casuarina Cape is home to Casuarina trees, mangroves and limestone hills.
Even though most of the beach is owned by the resorts, there is a public beach right at the end of Jln Tg. Rhu that is home to local traders. Boating activities are as low as RM 180 for a boat rental for 7 people.
Tg. Rhu beach fronts the Andaman Sea, with gentle stroaking waves and a 1.5km white sandy beach. IMHO, it’s not that beautiful in comparison with Pulau Perhentian but its exclusiveness appeals to the luxury class foreigners from Arab.
Rooms at both resorts starts from RM 1,600 per night to RM 17,000. I gathered from the locals here that Michael Schumacher is a frequent visitor to Tanjong Rhu.
Putting that all aside, I love the sounds of the waves as they gush towards the shoreline especially when you are thinking of the sheer size of the world that lies beyond you.
Time really does fly.
I remember it was just yesterday that I first step foot into UKM to do civil and environmental engineering. Bangi was the last place I thought I would end up, UKM being my final few options in my list of universities application.
Up till today, I still ask myself, “Why did I choose not to go to Canada on my own free will?”. At times I still don’t know if I did make the right choice. But its one I have to live with now.
The first week in local university was hard even for me as compared to those from the chinese background. It was easier for me to fit in with the malay group, given the fact that I speak the language like one. This too meant that I had a difficult time conversing with the mandarin speaking chinese.
This mother of a staircase to my room back in hostel days taught me how to curse in Mandarin and Hokkien.
I started off in local university, getting hooked on DotA and ended up being a semi-pro at the end of it.
It was here that I found God in my life.
Along the way came us.
I picked up photography on my own and what a passion I have for it now.
It is also here in these 4 years that I came to love and hate flights.
Now here I am at the end of what I began 4 years back. Am I satisfied? I never really like structural engineering like I loved automobiles but time soon thought me that my passion lies in the environmental side of engineering like marine engineering. These 4 years have taught me that getting screwed is an art. Its how you get yourself out of trouble that counts the most.
Now I look back and I see.
There’s still a long way to go from here on out.
This past whole week I was greeted with nothing but negativity in whole. That aside for the time being, I was in Miri last week for a couple of day to go through the Shell Recruitment Day.
This picture turned out to be the only nice picture in my trip.
The flight to East Malaysia was decent enough, no frills from Air Asia making up for the lack of legroom in the A320. In total the flight to Miri Airport took just slightly over 2 hours without much turbulence.
Sorry for the poor stitching.
Miri town is a peaceful one. In comparison to KL, congestions here are nothing, maybe perhaps of the non peak hour traveling schedule that I had to adhere to. One thing I noticed that there wasn’t any bus services around. Taxis were buzzing around like usual though.
The Shell Recruitment Day was held across Miri River in the Piasau Camp, or as locals would call it the Shell Camp as many expats stay in the estate like bungalow units. The final stage interview took place in Piasau House No. 100 where the it was the ex-residence of the Managing Director.
Piasau 100 fronting.
The Piasau 100 was turned into a meeting place and for SRD purposes since Shell began having 2 Managing Directors and the both of them can’t share the house no more.
Piasau 100’s living room which is around the size of the entire floor plan for a low cost house.
Here I met Cheah (Mech), Chin Wen (Mech), Naguib (Mech), Seow Kim (Chem) and Zaid (Chem). They were a pleasant bunch even though half of us were undergraduates and the other half were already in their respective industries.
4 central units make the freaking hall icey cold.
All six of us there were pondering on the 4 central units in one living room. Too much money to fling about perhaps Shell?
Minibar outside the living room on the back of the Piasau 100. Further back in the coastal shore.
The whole SRD was a individual assessment interview without any competition what so ever with the other candidates. From the Civil Engineering line, I was limited to not many technical aspects except for Discipline Engineering (Structural Design), Environmental, Well Engineering (Offshore) and perhaps Logistics.
Thank you Kak Dayang for coordinating the SRD Miri
In SRD, all candidates are assessed on 4 criteria’s; Capacity, Achievement, Relationship and Technical [CAR(T)].
Skipping the boring parts, I got a call 2 days after SRD and I was not given an offers as I didn’t pass the SRD on the technical part. All 6 weren’t offered.
In my absence in Miri, one of lecturers decided to give us a river development project that includes a dam, power generation turbine and a resort. The sad part is that most of the works are Civil works when I am the only Civil undergrad in my group of 14 Electrical undergrads.
On a even sadder note, my car was scratched on the left hand side and repairs for my rear right absorber bush and front driver lower arm will cost me in excess of RM 500 when I decide to get it fixed sometime next week.
Yesterday was supposed to be a joyful day but somehow in a turn of event, the sweetness shared mellowed into bitter sourness. Sourness that left a horrible aftertaste.
I apologize for stirring the emotions of those that were caught with me.
This is really gonna hurt my pocket. Punggung another story.
