Graduation, Convocation and Unresolved Feelings

So I am officially an university graduate now. It may not seem that impressive but still,it's something to be proud of. Thinking back, 4 years ago, I stepped foot into this strange unknown place known as Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman (UTAR), where the girls are plenty, friendly and let's be frank, beautiful. Of course, I might be misguided by the fact that I came from an all-boys school from my primary all the way to my secondary education. I mean, shit could get pretty real when you put 40 teen that just undergone puberty into a classroom that looks more or less like a mental asylum. There will be much balls grabbing, pants removing, gang raping and other sorts of atrocities that I am not willing to mention.

But of course, back to the topic, 4 years ago, I stepped foot in this strange land, filled with hopes and dreams of being a researcher that will create the cure that will stop people from turning into zombies ( Of course also be the one to create the virus that turns people into zombies). You see, my original plan was to study Biochemistry. But halfway through my foundation studies, I got attracted to the prospects of being in IT, influenced by a certain friend. That lead me to a whole new world (A Whole New World from Aladdin playing in the background) called Computer Science. Of course, I never looked back. There might be hard times, numerous late nights fueled by shitty coffee ( We wouldn't get good coffee until about 2 years into my degree studies), stupid assignments and idiotic team members. But what I learned, what I experienced and all the fun I had studying this course vastly outweigh the cons. I've made many a compatriot who fights the same battles and commanded by lecturers guiding us on this war against the ever-improving,ever-expanding world of IT. There will be two particular lecturers among the many who I would like to express my utmost gratitude. It is with their guidance that I am who I am and where I am today. 

Of course, all that being said, somehow there is still a part of me that are unwilling to leave this place. There is a huge part of me inside that wished I could still be a student, could still gain and learn from the awesome lecturers here. Even yesterday when I am supposed drive 3 hours back to my work from this little town, I went back into the university again. It seems that I just cannot resist having a last look at this place before I go out to become a corporate sellout. Perhaps I will see you again, UTAR. Perhaps not too long from now. And until then, it's time to fight a new battle.

The First Impression

So here I am, my first post. My first chance to make an impression of myself on this page that is. Honestly, I have no idea what I should be writing here but I will add as ideas comes along. Apparently forcing myself to think of ideas to write turns me into a steam train, with smokes coming out of my head and my brain going "Wut wut wut wut" like that freaking Macklemore song. But I do have something to share today. It's about what happened at work the other day (More like last week I suppose)

First, some background info. The office hours here is from 9 am to 6 pm. My company allows half an hour of flexibility for our working hours that is we can show up at 8.30 am and leave at 5.30 pm or show up at 9.30 pm and leave at 6.30 pm or somewhere in between. You get the idea. So it is pretty usual for me and my 2 housemates to show up earlier around 8.20 am and leave work around 6 pm. We pretty much are the earliest to arrive at the office most of the time. But last Friday, when we are preparing to leave office around 6 pm, one of the colleagues actually told us (in Chinese) "You guys sure leave work on time"

Well first thing, it was a Friday, I was pretty tired and a little bit annoyed so the first thing I said after that was "Bitch, where the fuck were you when we arrived half an hour earlier than everybody else?". Of course I did not say that. Just a less vulgar interpretation of what actually goes on in my brain. Yes, you read correctly. That was the less vulgar version. And now we've come to the problem.

It seems that when people arrive early to work, the gesture is under appreciated and unnoticeable because, of course, there is nobody to notice. But when people take off slightly earlier or even on time, it's like a 'dim sum' place on a Sunday morning. Everybody's staring at you with a death glare as if you took their last 'cha siew pau' (steamed pork buns). I mean, if I can finish my work on time, why exactly do I need to stay another 10 minutes or so? Will the Earth fall out of orbit if I leave on time?

But I do also believe that some people stay longer because they love their job. If that is the case, good for you. But that is not the case for me, unfortunately. The thing is I will always be more attracted to the prospects of getting a job with flexible hours because let's be frank here, I am not a morning person. Most mornings, I am slower than the first Pentium chip, and that's after my morning coffee.

And truthfully, there is not enough coffee beans in the world to make me a morning person. Ciao