Moving to Roberts is the start of change. I can't help but miss Howitt. A couple of pictures from my room.
Monday, November 28, 2011
The end of the beginning
The end of my engineering undergraduate studies has approached. As much I have no relish for studying, knowing that this is ending brings about a melancholy feeling.
Moving to Roberts is the start of change. I can't help but miss Howitt. A couple of pictures from my room.
Moving to Roberts is the start of change. I can't help but miss Howitt. A couple of pictures from my room.
Friday, November 04, 2011
As it comes to an end....
Last day of the last week of the last month of last year of my undergraduate degree passed by numbly. The solace of no need of a job and paying your own bills diminishes, confronted with real hard fact that it's time. One can only forestall their graduation but you can never evade that impasse. Pessimistic as it sounds, don't get me wrong, not that I am not ebullient to be "out" there, but it's always good to not need make life choices, choices that doesn't only revolve around me alone. Many more things to mull over, backup plans to revise. But there is always one more thing. To my rue, there is always one MORE thing.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
The beginning of the end
A picture taken from my room.
The last semester. These three words brings qualms, jittery. It marks the end. For many this is the fork road, where everyone has to walk down their own chosen path, beset by challenges and doubts. For some it's still a straight road, taking an amble down the Postgrad path before venturing the 24-7 career path. Yet this momentous decision daunts everyone, no matter how hard one struggles to avoid it.
Is this the beginning or the ending? It marks the end of uni life, but marks the start of a new life. It's like the sun setting. It ends the day, but a brand new day shall soon appear. Intricate much. Yet sometimes it is easier to live life as it is; plan for the future, but live for the moment.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Last update before this semester ends
*sings* I am taking the next plane home.
Writing this while I’m on my flight back to home. This marks the end of the semester once again.
Time flies I concur. 12 weeks flashed pass, winning the award of the fastest semester. I remember the start of the semester when we decided to give it our best, and now all is left to wait, to prove our worthiness.
Four units for this semester: FYP, Engineering Tech for Biomed, Robotics and Control. Control was not a choice; I was coerced to take this subject I reckon. Eng Tech for Biomed, was due to some misjudgment, or should I say the enticing fact of it having no finals, which means more time to study for fewer subjects. It was definitely a unit that we did not gain much knowledge. We had a rather busy lecturer - he cancels classes every other week; the unit has no fix syllabus and really disorganized. It would have been an interesting unit to enroll and learn, but the pivotal role of a teacher should never be disregarded. Besides that, control was rather muddled too. Or control itself is rather abstract, and rather hard to comprehend most of the time. Besides Biomed, the rest had a steep learning curve. Every year, the course gets harder; this semester was just another big leap from the previous. Vast difference in difficulty compared to the rest of the semesters. Robotics was linked to my FYP, I enjoyed learning robotics. Found it rather intuitive, or maybe that’s where my interest lies; but it was something I could comprehend although we only learnt the theory and formulas. On another note, my FYP was on robotic surgery and it welcomed me with many impediments. The main reason why I took it was because it involves a lot of programming, and with the cool factor, the project was enticing compared to the rest. Currently I am halfway through my project, but the complications that surfaced were beyond expectations, and the questions that trailed along remains a conundrum with no solution. I still do not see the end of the path yet, but I believe the slogging will come to an end, and it will be all worthwhile. Or so I hope.
Whoever said that you should cherish your last year in Uni, as it will be the best days of your life, studying. After that it will just be work work work. But how to? When work keeps piling and piling and piling. ><
Once again the 8 passed by, calmly with no upheaval, no tragedy, or at least none that I knew of. It’s uncanny how every year that day passes by with some anguish and sorrow. Time heals, people say, but how true is that? After so long, I still lack the courage, courage to admit, courage to share, courage to speak out. There I stand, alone in the dark, knowing others share the same sentiment, but never the comprehension. But I do, albeit the fact not showing gratitude, not saying a word but feels comfortable cuddled up in the warmth shell. The silence is well appreciated but the wildfire is not.
Writing this while I’m on my flight back to home. This marks the end of the semester once again.
Time flies I concur. 12 weeks flashed pass, winning the award of the fastest semester. I remember the start of the semester when we decided to give it our best, and now all is left to wait, to prove our worthiness.
Four units for this semester: FYP, Engineering Tech for Biomed, Robotics and Control. Control was not a choice; I was coerced to take this subject I reckon. Eng Tech for Biomed, was due to some misjudgment, or should I say the enticing fact of it having no finals, which means more time to study for fewer subjects. It was definitely a unit that we did not gain much knowledge. We had a rather busy lecturer - he cancels classes every other week; the unit has no fix syllabus and really disorganized. It would have been an interesting unit to enroll and learn, but the pivotal role of a teacher should never be disregarded. Besides that, control was rather muddled too. Or control itself is rather abstract, and rather hard to comprehend most of the time. Besides Biomed, the rest had a steep learning curve. Every year, the course gets harder; this semester was just another big leap from the previous. Vast difference in difficulty compared to the rest of the semesters. Robotics was linked to my FYP, I enjoyed learning robotics. Found it rather intuitive, or maybe that’s where my interest lies; but it was something I could comprehend although we only learnt the theory and formulas. On another note, my FYP was on robotic surgery and it welcomed me with many impediments. The main reason why I took it was because it involves a lot of programming, and with the cool factor, the project was enticing compared to the rest. Currently I am halfway through my project, but the complications that surfaced were beyond expectations, and the questions that trailed along remains a conundrum with no solution. I still do not see the end of the path yet, but I believe the slogging will come to an end, and it will be all worthwhile. Or so I hope.
Whoever said that you should cherish your last year in Uni, as it will be the best days of your life, studying. After that it will just be work work work. But how to? When work keeps piling and piling and piling. ><
Once again the 8 passed by, calmly with no upheaval, no tragedy, or at least none that I knew of. It’s uncanny how every year that day passes by with some anguish and sorrow. Time heals, people say, but how true is that? After so long, I still lack the courage, courage to admit, courage to share, courage to speak out. There I stand, alone in the dark, knowing others share the same sentiment, but never the comprehension. But I do, albeit the fact not showing gratitude, not saying a word but feels comfortable cuddled up in the warmth shell. The silence is well appreciated but the wildfire is not.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Engineering?
I have been doubting my role an engineer, and the doubt is becoming more overwhelming than ever. I am more destructive than I am in constructive. Or maybe I am just a smart aleck, and reality hits right smack in the face.
This project has been a steep learning curve, compared to the previous two internship, this is actually the worst by date. At first I was still contemplating doing research in engineering, then I am rather certain of not doing it. My mom claims that once I complete this project the sense of achievement would change my mind. I have my qualms, seeing this project is not progressing on a positive note at all. But I cant foresee impending situations, and mom's best. Ill just keep my hopes up for the moment.
Now, I am even doubting my capability to be an engineer. Maybe I am just better off working with a computer and causing no damage to anything else. On another note, a job in IT seems more inviting than ever looking at the bleak future of me being an engineer.
I hope this is just all a phase. A phase I have to go through seeing I was certain ill be an engineer since young. Maybe it was influence. But I cant shake off this perturbing feeling. Maybe... Just maybe...
Peepz, don't worry. Ill survive... I always do... Hopefully I make a come back with a bigger bang :)
This project has been a steep learning curve, compared to the previous two internship, this is actually the worst by date. At first I was still contemplating doing research in engineering, then I am rather certain of not doing it. My mom claims that once I complete this project the sense of achievement would change my mind. I have my qualms, seeing this project is not progressing on a positive note at all. But I cant foresee impending situations, and mom's best. Ill just keep my hopes up for the moment.
Now, I am even doubting my capability to be an engineer. Maybe I am just better off working with a computer and causing no damage to anything else. On another note, a job in IT seems more inviting than ever looking at the bleak future of me being an engineer.
I hope this is just all a phase. A phase I have to go through seeing I was certain ill be an engineer since young. Maybe it was influence. But I cant shake off this perturbing feeling. Maybe... Just maybe...
Peepz, don't worry. Ill survive... I always do... Hopefully I make a come back with a bigger bang :)
Monday, April 04, 2011
Time to catch a short breath
As a protest to the previous post i wrote that got deleted, I shall keep this short. No idea what I did, this is the second time this happened to me before.
Life is crazy albeit it is only week 5. The transition from year 1 to year 2 was exponential, then life took a break in year 3. Then 4th year surged to a new historic peak; final year project is always looming around, and the other electives are not easy, being rather theoretical and mathematical. The load increased ten-fold. But I guess its my final year, all these years, 15 years of studying is just for one piece of paper. I just want to get out of the student life. Everyone say once you start working you will miss the student life, but then again, not many wants to go back to student life.
Just a few updates:
Sydney is good, Melbourne is good too. I am rather torn between the two cities, both have it perks. Will see what the future holds for me.
Taking ENG 4700, as interesting as it sounds, the lecturer is too busy, he cancels half of his classes. In a way its good, I have more time on hand, with the hectic schedule I am having I can only be grateful. This unit its about Engineering technology. Sounds interesting and intriguing, but the 3 reports to be handed in is a major turn off. On the bright side, I'll be getting my hands dirty on Holography.
FYP is just piles n piles of never ending work. A robotic arm heals when it is working, its futile when it cant be controlled, but deadly when it is out of control. My FYP is plain perplexing. It is a never ending project, it is intricate. As cool as it looks, the problem is probably just as much. But since I have chosen it, i'll just embrace it and hopefully it works out without jeopardizing my future.
Went to watch Andrew Lloyd Webber theatrical event at Regents. It was a rather nice place, a lot more classy than the Princess (I think). We got cheap tickets, but had dress circle seating. It was a good show, did not know Andrew composed such many good songs. Then I heard that he has much scandals too, I guess people who are talented always have other issues.
Regent Theatre
Cookie time... An obese star-shaped cookie.
Life is crazy albeit it is only week 5. The transition from year 1 to year 2 was exponential, then life took a break in year 3. Then 4th year surged to a new historic peak; final year project is always looming around, and the other electives are not easy, being rather theoretical and mathematical. The load increased ten-fold. But I guess its my final year, all these years, 15 years of studying is just for one piece of paper. I just want to get out of the student life. Everyone say once you start working you will miss the student life, but then again, not many wants to go back to student life.
Just a few updates:
Sydney is good, Melbourne is good too. I am rather torn between the two cities, both have it perks. Will see what the future holds for me.
Taking ENG 4700, as interesting as it sounds, the lecturer is too busy, he cancels half of his classes. In a way its good, I have more time on hand, with the hectic schedule I am having I can only be grateful. This unit its about Engineering technology. Sounds interesting and intriguing, but the 3 reports to be handed in is a major turn off. On the bright side, I'll be getting my hands dirty on Holography.
FYP is just piles n piles of never ending work. A robotic arm heals when it is working, its futile when it cant be controlled, but deadly when it is out of control. My FYP is plain perplexing. It is a never ending project, it is intricate. As cool as it looks, the problem is probably just as much. But since I have chosen it, i'll just embrace it and hopefully it works out without jeopardizing my future.
Went to watch Andrew Lloyd Webber theatrical event at Regents. It was a rather nice place, a lot more classy than the Princess (I think). We got cheap tickets, but had dress circle seating. It was a good show, did not know Andrew composed such many good songs. Then I heard that he has much scandals too, I guess people who are talented always have other issues.
Regent Theatre
Cookie time... An obese star-shaped cookie.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Counting the days in Sydney
Counting my last few days in Sydney.
It's been a great experience. I have done my presentation, but I'll just repeat myself, I really did enjoy myself in Sydney and working at Mac.Awesome experience, meeting great people, learning more-than-what-your-mind-can-perceive technologies, working with helpful mates, strolling the city alone by myself. Prodigious experience.
Hmm, something i learnt there is a misconception of everyone towards Malaysian. Telling people you are Malaysian, they assume you are Malay. They do not know who are Malays, but it started to dawn upon me that I do not know who really Malays are too.
Malays are the original citizens of the Malaya when Chinese was still immigrants. So basically Malays are citizens of Malaysia, explains the words Australians - citizens of Australia. So when we fought for Independence, and Chinese became citizens and part of the country, why are we still called Chinese? Why is there the occurrence of calling people by race in Malaysia. If Malays were called Malays because they were citizen of Malaya, why do we have Malaysian Chinese and Malaysian Indian? Why are judged based by our own people? Aren't we just all Malays, but we aren't....
It's been a great experience. I have done my presentation, but I'll just repeat myself, I really did enjoy myself in Sydney and working at Mac.Awesome experience, meeting great people, learning more-than-what-your-mind-can-perceive technologies, working with helpful mates, strolling the city alone by myself. Prodigious experience.
Hmm, something i learnt there is a misconception of everyone towards Malaysian. Telling people you are Malaysian, they assume you are Malay. They do not know who are Malays, but it started to dawn upon me that I do not know who really Malays are too.
Malays are the original citizens of the Malaya when Chinese was still immigrants. So basically Malays are citizens of Malaysia, explains the words Australians - citizens of Australia. So when we fought for Independence, and Chinese became citizens and part of the country, why are we still called Chinese? Why is there the occurrence of calling people by race in Malaysia. If Malays were called Malays because they were citizen of Malaya, why do we have Malaysian Chinese and Malaysian Indian? Why are judged based by our own people? Aren't we just all Malays, but we aren't....
