Wednesday, February 23
great, the thing that actually made me write this entry and publish it, so insignificant, silly and pointless, blown out of proportions by myself, what the fuck is wrong with me?
this thing has been going on in my mind for a while now, tearing me apart inside out, killing me from the insides of my being. fuck it...
stuck here at a road block with doubts, questions, excuses, self-pitying and sickening thoughts, pathetic! holy jesus fucking mother of christ I'm going to have an emotional breakdown any time now.
guess I'd better watch Glee to numb myself with a smile.
this thing has been going on in my mind for a while now, tearing me apart inside out, killing me from the insides of my being. fuck it...
stuck here at a road block with doubts, questions, excuses, self-pitying and sickening thoughts, pathetic! holy jesus fucking mother of christ I'm going to have an emotional breakdown any time now.
guess I'd better watch Glee to numb myself with a smile.
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Tuesday, December 14
In recent months, I've find it hard and difficult to express myself, even typing this short entry isn't as simple as it seems for me.
I'm taking a few weeks time off, I'll see you again.
I'm taking a few weeks time off, I'll see you again.
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Monday, November 1
take a clean empty glass cup, put it on the table and fill it with drinking water, now what do you see?
Clarity is something I've been unable to grasp in life and frankly something very far-fetched from my life. Every single second in life your mind process endless scenarios, possibilities, consequences, outcomes and your conscience then tries to filter it which leaves you to the final decisions that you make each and every single day, but it all happens in a split second without us knowing that heaps and heaps of endless strings of intricate scenarios gets judged and examined subconsciously in our minds. I for one have got to admit that life has been difficult when practically for your whole life, everything to you is complex, peer interactions are fearful uncharted waters, and all unforeseeable outcomes in life seems daunting with intimidation.
A glass of water is pure, calm with peace, clear with clarity, motionless, and just simply divine on it's own. It is adaptive and molds into the form of it's host, it's being, it's carrier.. it is temperate, unshaken by the tremors of intimidation and eventually is able to return back to clarity, it's calmness and forever purity in form. Our minds can never achieve such pleasure, such goodness in nature because ultimately we are humans with one possession, something that defines our being's very own existence... consciousness.
What I'm trying to say is, with consciousness we would over-think so many things in our lives, trying to work out the "best possible outcome" which would be the best decision and work our best possible way to evade potential disasters, we distrust ourselves to let our very own mind, our own self work it's own way subconsciously to maintain order by intruding and invading our own mind, our own self and contaminating the clarity of our minds, our glass of water. At times, life caves in like the walls that imprisons you and the pressure from the desire of seeking acknowledgment for our own existence seems like a daunting task, your mind and your consciousness kicks in to overdrive like stones, sands, fire, acid, alcohol poured into that pure existence and forever clarity is gone, lost into oblivion. You could no longer be who you really are, and the being of who you were changed, the mind, the host, the carrier changes. No matter how you try to mold back into that state of clarity, your own true self, you are still flawed, you were flawed, then forever flawed.
We constantly try to live life as who we are through the acknowledgment of the people around us, the very part of our lives which is our most natural self, the most comfortable self, some have the privilege of being so, living their lives knowing what life has in store for them, they can laugh at jokes without over-thinking each detail regardless of their outcomes, they could talk to anyone without the need to try, they are comfortable with their presence, presence of their own worth and acceptance from the people around them, they could have their own life to live, able to experience life as their own as life should be, to love, to dwell, to be truly happy in their own glass of water. However, as how things should seem perfect, it is not and never will.
Now, what do you see in your glass of water?
Clarity is something I've been unable to grasp in life and frankly something very far-fetched from my life. Every single second in life your mind process endless scenarios, possibilities, consequences, outcomes and your conscience then tries to filter it which leaves you to the final decisions that you make each and every single day, but it all happens in a split second without us knowing that heaps and heaps of endless strings of intricate scenarios gets judged and examined subconsciously in our minds. I for one have got to admit that life has been difficult when practically for your whole life, everything to you is complex, peer interactions are fearful uncharted waters, and all unforeseeable outcomes in life seems daunting with intimidation.
A glass of water is pure, calm with peace, clear with clarity, motionless, and just simply divine on it's own. It is adaptive and molds into the form of it's host, it's being, it's carrier.. it is temperate, unshaken by the tremors of intimidation and eventually is able to return back to clarity, it's calmness and forever purity in form. Our minds can never achieve such pleasure, such goodness in nature because ultimately we are humans with one possession, something that defines our being's very own existence... consciousness.
What I'm trying to say is, with consciousness we would over-think so many things in our lives, trying to work out the "best possible outcome" which would be the best decision and work our best possible way to evade potential disasters, we distrust ourselves to let our very own mind, our own self work it's own way subconsciously to maintain order by intruding and invading our own mind, our own self and contaminating the clarity of our minds, our glass of water. At times, life caves in like the walls that imprisons you and the pressure from the desire of seeking acknowledgment for our own existence seems like a daunting task, your mind and your consciousness kicks in to overdrive like stones, sands, fire, acid, alcohol poured into that pure existence and forever clarity is gone, lost into oblivion. You could no longer be who you really are, and the being of who you were changed, the mind, the host, the carrier changes. No matter how you try to mold back into that state of clarity, your own true self, you are still flawed, you were flawed, then forever flawed.
We constantly try to live life as who we are through the acknowledgment of the people around us, the very part of our lives which is our most natural self, the most comfortable self, some have the privilege of being so, living their lives knowing what life has in store for them, they can laugh at jokes without over-thinking each detail regardless of their outcomes, they could talk to anyone without the need to try, they are comfortable with their presence, presence of their own worth and acceptance from the people around them, they could have their own life to live, able to experience life as their own as life should be, to love, to dwell, to be truly happy in their own glass of water. However, as how things should seem perfect, it is not and never will.
Now, what do you see in your glass of water?
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Friday, August 20
Last weekend (maybe 2 weeks ago) was my convocation ceremony and I guessed it was as how I'd imagine it'd be albeit the slight disappointment to my actual purpose of flying all the way from Kuching to attend the convocation. I was so occupied with work that the only free time I get to go online was only during weekends and the rest of the time after work was my bed time.
it's just another flight ticket for you, but to me, it's actually an "accomplishment".
it's just another flight ticket for you, but to me, it's actually an "accomplishment". Mind you the journey to my graduation ain't an easy one.. my fallout with AirAsia for their profit-oriented customer service until I had to "threaten" AirAsia through their Facebook page for Tony Fernandez to respond to me personally for a solution, also with RHB bank that approved my transaction when it shouldn't have and even with MAS for their lousy site for making me buy the wrong flight. I'd blog about it here but I've already typed and sent out too many complaint emails regarding my predicament REPEATEDLY till the extent that I'm already fed up with even mentioning it. Now I realized that you'll have to take matters into your own hands if you need something to be done, and can never rely on someone else who would care less about it. Seriously.
Anyway, back to my graduation, I could still remember the moment when we all marched from the side door of the main hall through the back stage into the front entrance through the main entrance and walked onto the steps down the hall into the main ballroom. The feeling was completely surreal and it was at that moment of that realization that my studying days were actually coming to an end, and when my name was called up on stage to receive my actual degree, that moment of shaking the vice chancellor's hand and receiving my degree is the actual last dot at the end of the sentence that marks the end of that chapter of my life.
the walk backstage
the hall where it all happened
all for this moment
a little blurry, excuse the photographer
in the toilet :P
Thankfully my flight issues were resolved before my flight and I could actually fly over to attend my graduation, there were moments that I even thought of giving up in arranging my flight to Melaka and being absent for my convocation because everything seemed to be going awry while planning everything. Some might think of me being silly or trying to be "different" or what, but believe it or not, the only thing driving me to go all the way flying over to Melaka for two days is actually my coursemates and the friends I've made for the past 4 years there. I mean studying together for 4 years and then going our separate ways personally isn't actually an easy thing for me. However, my expectations in flying all the way to Melaka and late night suppers or yam cha sessions were kind of a disappointment when I then realized everyone were bringing their spouses and their families along with them, and after the ceremony, each of them were at their own exploring Melaka and some were even at their way home after the convocation ceremony and putting my main purpose of flying all the way back Melaka to despair, although we missed a few laughs but nevertheless, at least we get to see each other. Also not forgetting my buddy Wen Sheng for willingly to bring me along with his family around Melaka after our convocation to our favourite chicken rice ball stall and the best Nadeje layer cake and also when he had to send me back with the long draggy traffic jam in Melaka.
Also thanks to my juniors and also to our beloved senior Kelly姐 for the flowers, I really did not expect anything on that day and I owe it all to you guys for making this photo even more colourful than it already is.
one of the better photos among many more
Thanks to tiger, jia qing, ching huat, jit huat, chin wee, victor, vincent, cally and sorry if I left out anyone, and I really appreciate you guys for letting me stay over during the weekends.
Thanks to our pretty and forever young Kelly姐 for your rose! :P
and also thanks to the BENC juniors ah bong and the bunch and all the best for your final year as well and enjoy your studying life to the fullest.
One thing that has never occurred to me about graduations up till the time when I experienced it first hand was the square hat! they call it a mortarboard but I think "square hat" sounds more Malaysian don't cha think?. Forget about styling your hair when it comes to graduation because your hair will DEFINITELY BE RUINED! I managed to find a photo of me and the bunch before actually putting on the square hat...
still standing!
Although that day marks the last day of our studying life, hopefully we still get to see each other again soon enough...
Anyway, back to my graduation, I could still remember the moment when we all marched from the side door of the main hall through the back stage into the front entrance through the main entrance and walked onto the steps down the hall into the main ballroom. The feeling was completely surreal and it was at that moment of that realization that my studying days were actually coming to an end, and when my name was called up on stage to receive my actual degree, that moment of shaking the vice chancellor's hand and receiving my degree is the actual last dot at the end of the sentence that marks the end of that chapter of my life.
the walk backstage
the hall where it all happened
all for this momentAnd of course on this moment that would only happen to me once in a lifetime, it would be stupid for me to not do a cam-whoring session right? and so I did.
a little blurry, excuse the photographer
in the toilet :PAlso thanks to my juniors and also to our beloved senior Kelly姐 for the flowers, I really did not expect anything on that day and I owe it all to you guys for making this photo even more colourful than it already is.
one of the better photos among many moreThanks to tiger, jia qing, ching huat, jit huat, chin wee, victor, vincent, cally and sorry if I left out anyone, and I really appreciate you guys for letting me stay over during the weekends.
Thanks to our pretty and forever young Kelly姐 for your rose! :P
and also thanks to the BENC juniors ah bong and the bunch and all the best for your final year as well and enjoy your studying life to the fullest.
One thing that has never occurred to me about graduations up till the time when I experienced it first hand was the square hat! they call it a mortarboard but I think "square hat" sounds more Malaysian don't cha think?. Forget about styling your hair when it comes to graduation because your hair will DEFINITELY BE RUINED! I managed to find a photo of me and the bunch before actually putting on the square hat...
still standing!Although that day marks the last day of our studying life, hopefully we still get to see each other again soon enough...
Labels: convocation, friends, graduation, Melaka, Mille Crepe, Nadeje, UTeM
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Wednesday, July 14
Have you ever been in a situation where you're so worried about something and constantly cringing on your brains and working out all possible negative outcomes one by one? thinking how your life would fall apart eventually and you wouldn't know how to deal with what's to come?
That's exactly what happened to me up in the air while I was on my flight back to Kuching about two weeks ago. I so worried about finding find a job in Kuching once I get back and how would I survive the month in securing a job while at the same time hanging out and catching up with my hometown friends. During the whole flight, I was so stressed out I couldn't even sleep in the plane as my mind goes bonkers over-thinking everything.
Once I landed in Kuching, like the notorious nature of me in disobeying regulations, I switched on my phone to check whether I have any messages or missed calls while I was still inside the plane, read them, then I held on to my phone while waiting for the hatch door of the plane to open and the passengers to start moving. In less than a minute, I got a call from a familiar local number, so I answered it. Turns out I got a call from a company which I interviewed roughly a month ago and then BAM! I got a job!!
where it all happened
just so you know, everything happened while I was still in the plane and I haven't even had the chance to step foot on Kuching soil! be it fate or coincidence, I don't care because I got a job! everything just felt right and I just smiled after I hung up the phone. For once, in that moment of splendid twisted fate, I was relieved and happy.
and now, it's my 2nd week at work now and everything has changed from my uni days, and fate has turned the final page of that chapter into a new chapter of my life. It's been a tough and challenging one, guess I've got to step up into the working environment, out of my comfort zone and start making big decisions for myself now.
I didn't even know they provide name cards for employees
All the best to all my buddies who's transitioned from their uni days into the working world! Looking forward to all our convocation day :)
p/s: this goes out to you too Ken although you're way past convocation...
That's exactly what happened to me up in the air while I was on my flight back to Kuching about two weeks ago. I so worried about finding find a job in Kuching once I get back and how would I survive the month in securing a job while at the same time hanging out and catching up with my hometown friends. During the whole flight, I was so stressed out I couldn't even sleep in the plane as my mind goes bonkers over-thinking everything.
Once I landed in Kuching, like the notorious nature of me in disobeying regulations, I switched on my phone to check whether I have any messages or missed calls while I was still inside the plane, read them, then I held on to my phone while waiting for the hatch door of the plane to open and the passengers to start moving. In less than a minute, I got a call from a familiar local number, so I answered it. Turns out I got a call from a company which I interviewed roughly a month ago and then BAM! I got a job!!
where it all happenedjust so you know, everything happened while I was still in the plane and I haven't even had the chance to step foot on Kuching soil! be it fate or coincidence, I don't care because I got a job! everything just felt right and I just smiled after I hung up the phone. For once, in that moment of splendid twisted fate, I was relieved and happy.
and now, it's my 2nd week at work now and everything has changed from my uni days, and fate has turned the final page of that chapter into a new chapter of my life. It's been a tough and challenging one, guess I've got to step up into the working environment, out of my comfort zone and start making big decisions for myself now.
I didn't even know they provide name cards for employeesAll the best to all my buddies who's transitioned from their uni days into the working world! Looking forward to all our convocation day :)
p/s: this goes out to you too Ken although you're way past convocation...
Labels: degree, Engineering, job, Kuching, photos, sama jaya, sarawak, tabuan, work
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Friday, June 11
Was back in Kuching for less than two weeks, but due to some accreditation issues with my university, here I am now back in Melaka, reluctantly if I may add. Still trying to hold on to every shred of optimism that I can find so far. Anyway, hope you guys won't mind this blog post being overdue.
I guess it's been 11 months since May last year the last time I was in Kuching adding on to the fact that I skipped Chinese New Year for the first time this year. Although it was only a week plus, I vowed to spend each and everyday to the fullest and fulfill my undying ever craving for Kuching food! Do note that I'm saying this while totally being unaware of the excess weight I gained. That's me being in denial.
Anyway, back to this entry.. been so long since the last time I was at LCCT terminal and I'd not know about the one-hand-carry-bag-not-exceeding-7kg-policy till I checked in my luggage. Fortunately enough I bought my plane ticket that time with a check-in baggage of 20KG at that time assuming that there would be a load full of stuff to bring back to Kuching for good, at the end I checked-in a luggage and a hand-carry item before going into the departure hall. To my surprise, I saw this right at the Departure Hall entrance.
what is this!?
Why can't AirAsia use a proper weighing scale that is more presentable? I refuse to believe that with the profit revenue that AirAsia currently generates in a year they can't afford a decent digital weighing scale that's more easier on the eyes and less pathetic. LCCT would look lesser of a Malaysian night market as it already is.
The first thing I did when I landed in Kuching was going for mixed grill with Ken at petanak and got addressed by the title "Uncle", first time I felt so old being called an uncle. Snapped photos of most of my food quest around Kuching and these are the few of my favourite eating spots in Kuching that I love so badly.
Song Hin porridge at open air, my favourite pork liver porridge. Cooked to perfection, slightly medium rare and not over-cooked, just how I like it.
not your ordinary squishy over-cooked pork liver
Chin Seng, best Fried Oyster at open air next to Song Hin porridge. You can actually see and taste the oysters, unlike the ones at the Peninsular where the oysters were small, over-cooked till it was too dry, and too heavy on the tapioca flour.
for RM12, to me it's really worth it.
Of course not forgetting the Fried Chicken Kolo Mee at Da Wan Gong @ 大碗公 at Jalan Ang Cheng Ho, the reason why this particular dish of kolo mee was special to me and my most favourite other than the taste is somewhat personal for me. When I was in primary school, I remembered that my mom brought me there every sunday morning for breakfast before sending me off to my mental arithmetic class and no matter how many times the store was relocated (three times), my mom would eventually find it and bring me there and I would order Fried Chicken Kolo Mee every single time and my mom would always give some comments about me doing so, just one of the little things that me and my mom shared together.
my favourite variant of Kuching Kolo Mee
Another favourite hometown dish of mine is definitely the Sarawak Laksa at Chuan Choon Cafe! this stall is situated in the middle of town and during morning weekends, the place would be ridiculously packed like crazy and I swear there would be moments you thought as if you were in KL. Personally, to me this particular sarawak laksa didn't really have an impression on me, I just went simply because it was near my place and I had a hard craving for Sarawak Laksa for breakfast.
love the 3-layer teh c peng with the laksa
There's this place that I went during secondary when I remembered going to 7th mile for 3-layer teh C peng occasionally at night situated somewhere near the airport, back then I still remembered the first time we heard "3-layer teh C peng" in Kuching was at this very place at 7th mile where I dare say it all started. The 3-layer teh C pengs of all 3-layer teh C pengs! One thing about the teh C peng in Kuching and the ones at peninsular is the layer of brown sugar at the bottom, they used thick syrup instead of brown sugar and some of them used some sweetening green-ish liquid! Don't even get me started on the tea layer.
7th Mile, forgot the kopitiam's name, best 3-layer Teh C Peng in Kuching
This famous ice kacang stall called Yeo Ah Seng has been there since I was born I think, back then I still remembered the worn out tables and stools with the poorly cemented platforms, worst of all the stalls were situated near an actual drain. Now, the local government built a small hawker center nearby for the stalls to relocate to the new location, but the ice kacang is still good as ever, they even built a recreational park just on top of the old location. One thing I missed so much is the cendol! I never knew what to call the green chewy thingy up till when I was at Melaka where they called it "cendol". The major difference between the particular cendol in Melaka and Kuching is the texture. In Kuching, the cendol has a more chewy texture but the cendol in Melaka is agar-agar like (yucks). Personally, I prefer the chewy one better of course.
behind Chung Hua No. 3, one of the best tasting ice-kacangs in Kuching
chewy green cendol!
Aside from the quest for local Kuching food, Nurul exposed me to a new sensation with ShiSha at Little Lebanon which I never had the balls to try up till now, I really have no idea why was it even called that anyway. I just remembered the next morning I woke up with a sore throat from the excessive inhaling I think. Nurul, we've got to do this more often sometime! Might I also add that the fishkebab is divine!
Shisha
Aside from my slow death in my attempt of trying to lose weigh with Kuching food, most of the times were spent with my Kuching buddies since most of them had already finished their degree (well sort of) and had came back for their holidays.. it was the breakfasts, lunches, dinners, the movies, the rants during supper with them that made coming back to Kuching worth it. Being away from the familiarity of friends and my hometown and having to deal with Melaka for almost 11 months really took a toll on myself, and I guess all I needed was a place where I could be myself and really smile for once.
something that I've missed out for so long...
Took me a while to finish this entry as I was in the middle of interviews and tests and just only this week I could finally breathe because this week's lecture week and without exams, but I won't be saying the same for the coming weeks ahead.. gosh, I wish I get offered a job soon and everything would just end...
I guess it's been 11 months since May last year the last time I was in Kuching adding on to the fact that I skipped Chinese New Year for the first time this year. Although it was only a week plus, I vowed to spend each and everyday to the fullest and fulfill my undying ever craving for Kuching food! Do note that I'm saying this while totally being unaware of the excess weight I gained. That's me being in denial.
Anyway, back to this entry.. been so long since the last time I was at LCCT terminal and I'd not know about the one-hand-carry-bag-not-exceeding-7kg-policy till I checked in my luggage. Fortunately enough I bought my plane ticket that time with a check-in baggage of 20KG at that time assuming that there would be a load full of stuff to bring back to Kuching for good, at the end I checked-in a luggage and a hand-carry item before going into the departure hall. To my surprise, I saw this right at the Departure Hall entrance.
what is this!?Why can't AirAsia use a proper weighing scale that is more presentable? I refuse to believe that with the profit revenue that AirAsia currently generates in a year they can't afford a decent digital weighing scale that's more easier on the eyes and less pathetic. LCCT would look lesser of a Malaysian night market as it already is.
The first thing I did when I landed in Kuching was going for mixed grill with Ken at petanak and got addressed by the title "Uncle", first time I felt so old being called an uncle. Snapped photos of most of my food quest around Kuching and these are the few of my favourite eating spots in Kuching that I love so badly.
Song Hin porridge at open air, my favourite pork liver porridge. Cooked to perfection, slightly medium rare and not over-cooked, just how I like it.
not your ordinary squishy over-cooked pork liverChin Seng, best Fried Oyster at open air next to Song Hin porridge. You can actually see and taste the oysters, unlike the ones at the Peninsular where the oysters were small, over-cooked till it was too dry, and too heavy on the tapioca flour.
for RM12, to me it's really worth it.Of course not forgetting the Fried Chicken Kolo Mee at Da Wan Gong @ 大碗公 at Jalan Ang Cheng Ho, the reason why this particular dish of kolo mee was special to me and my most favourite other than the taste is somewhat personal for me. When I was in primary school, I remembered that my mom brought me there every sunday morning for breakfast before sending me off to my mental arithmetic class and no matter how many times the store was relocated (three times), my mom would eventually find it and bring me there and I would order Fried Chicken Kolo Mee every single time and my mom would always give some comments about me doing so, just one of the little things that me and my mom shared together.
my favourite variant of Kuching Kolo MeeAnother favourite hometown dish of mine is definitely the Sarawak Laksa at Chuan Choon Cafe! this stall is situated in the middle of town and during morning weekends, the place would be ridiculously packed like crazy and I swear there would be moments you thought as if you were in KL. Personally, to me this particular sarawak laksa didn't really have an impression on me, I just went simply because it was near my place and I had a hard craving for Sarawak Laksa for breakfast.
love the 3-layer teh c peng with the laksaThere's this place that I went during secondary when I remembered going to 7th mile for 3-layer teh C peng occasionally at night situated somewhere near the airport, back then I still remembered the first time we heard "3-layer teh C peng" in Kuching was at this very place at 7th mile where I dare say it all started. The 3-layer teh C pengs of all 3-layer teh C pengs! One thing about the teh C peng in Kuching and the ones at peninsular is the layer of brown sugar at the bottom, they used thick syrup instead of brown sugar and some of them used some sweetening green-ish liquid! Don't even get me started on the tea layer.
7th Mile, forgot the kopitiam's name, best 3-layer Teh C Peng in KuchingThis famous ice kacang stall called Yeo Ah Seng has been there since I was born I think, back then I still remembered the worn out tables and stools with the poorly cemented platforms, worst of all the stalls were situated near an actual drain. Now, the local government built a small hawker center nearby for the stalls to relocate to the new location, but the ice kacang is still good as ever, they even built a recreational park just on top of the old location. One thing I missed so much is the cendol! I never knew what to call the green chewy thingy up till when I was at Melaka where they called it "cendol". The major difference between the particular cendol in Melaka and Kuching is the texture. In Kuching, the cendol has a more chewy texture but the cendol in Melaka is agar-agar like (yucks). Personally, I prefer the chewy one better of course.
behind Chung Hua No. 3, one of the best tasting ice-kacangs in Kuching
chewy green cendol!Aside from the quest for local Kuching food, Nurul exposed me to a new sensation with ShiSha at Little Lebanon which I never had the balls to try up till now, I really have no idea why was it even called that anyway. I just remembered the next morning I woke up with a sore throat from the excessive inhaling I think. Nurul, we've got to do this more often sometime! Might I also add that the fishkebab is divine!
Shisha
something that I've missed out for so long...Took me a while to finish this entry as I was in the middle of interviews and tests and just only this week I could finally breathe because this week's lecture week and without exams, but I won't be saying the same for the coming weeks ahead.. gosh, I wish I get offered a job soon and everything would just end...
Labels: food, friends, kolo mee, Kuching, laughs, Malaysia, photos, sarawak, thoughts
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Saturday, May 22
two months ago I bought the flight back to Kuching on 1st May (naively) thinking that it would be the one final flight that I'll be looking forward in leaving Melaka and my degree life for good. I were somewhat mentally prepared and it was going to be a turning point in my life to start making decisions and implementing some major changes to move on in life.
Then came the accreditation issue with the Engineering Accreditation Council (EAC) for my university with the preliminary reports from EAC stating that the degree course for my university would probably not be recognized due to the current emphasis on practical hands on education system not complying with the Washington Accord under the International Engineering Alliance.
accreditation certified or not??So what actually is Washington Accord u might wonder? Sourced from the website, it's a signed mutual agreement made between the bodies responsible for accrediting engineering degree programs in each country which (unfortunately) includes the EAC in Malaysia, and ultimately involves my university. Basically it's an agreement made to ensure that Malaysian engineering degree programs would be recognized worldwide and Malaysian engineers are able to practice engineering abroad, which we have already successfully recognized through the EAC during the 4th quarter of 2009 last year.
Who'd know that in barely less than two weeks in Kuching, an abrupt decision was made by myself to fly back to Melaka for 2 months to attend a 3 subject course given by my university as a contingency plan in case the actual EAC accreditation for my university (to be disclosed during august this year) falls apart. Hopefully I won't regret my voluntary decision to continue on with the studies since the course is not compulsory for my batch.
For the sake of optimism, at the same time other than East Malaysia, I'll also be doing some job-hunting in the Peninsular and hopefully I'm able to land myself a prospective job in Malaysia as a fresh graduate.
Wish me luck!
Labels: degree, EAC, Engineering, Malaysia, rants, UTeM, Washington Accord
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