Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Predestined

I guess everything is predestined. Life's a labyrinth and we are the players. Sometimes, we don't know how to tear the crushing walls down, having been despondent and miserable. Not going to expect, and to hope, when we have already tripped really hard onto the ground, we dare not to go through the same pain, as we don't know when and how we are straining to pick ourselves up.

I took up every opportunity but they blow up, expected them to glow but they dulled... The world is brimmed with bias and prejudice. The saying comes along, 'you will reap what you sow'; however, it isn't as convincing as how my experiences enlighten me. There's something you desired that you can't really achieve.

Watching a Singapore drama ' Show Hand', I got to know this very touching song. The lyrics resonated:


生命像一座迷宮 
未來懸在二選一的分岔口
 眼前是絢麗的彩虹 
還是殘忍的黑洞



我不要每次都流淚收場 
我不要每次摔得遍體鱗傷
 這一切到底是怎樣 
我頑強的抵抗 
要怎麼摧毀你鞏的牆 

我要不一樣



Friday, April 18, 2014

PETRONAS Youngstar Day 2014



Chapter 3


The next day, I woke up at 4.30am. I was reluctant to get myself off the bed. After some procrastination, I groggily got up at 5.30am to spruce myself up for the selection test. I knew this was going to be bad because I wasn’t energetic and not up to focusing on things. This taught me a lesson – get yourself a good sleep before anything important.

I was dressed in a formal wear and went down to the voluminous main lobby with my father. I staggered up the staircase to the second floor where the event would be going on. There were only a scarce number of shortlisted applicants at 7.10am. So, I moseyed by the hallway with plush sofas arrayed along the long balustrade.

By the way, I did remember mum’s advice - never forget to smile. As soon as I sat on a sofa, another unacquainted candidate came into view. I smiled at him, and he grinned back. Subsequently, he sat on the settee in front of me. To break the solemn silence, I decided to strike up a friendly conversation with him. So, he was from Sarikei. Not as difficult as I thought, I made friends with him. A jiffy later, Qi Zheng turned up and he sat beside me, and the three of us hit it off with each other.

We went to line up at the counter for registration at 7.30am. We were given a card tag to be hung around our necks and our breakfast was ready at another counter. I had my breakfast with the Sarikei dude, while we picked up our hearty chat to kill time. Then we got to know the Sibu boy in front of the Sarikei boy.

So, a small tip here – make as many friends as you can. Chatting with them may counteract the effect of your jitters.


After breakfast time, we attended to the briefing in a big hall as stated in the rejoining instructions. Next, we were divided into two groups, A and B, according to our cards in our name tag. I was in B group.

Candidates in A group did the interview first, while those who were in B group did the Maths and Science Test. We were brought to another room to have the test. However, I couldn’t believe it when the instructor told us not to use scientific calculators. And, I went like what? But then, the rejoining instructions had mentioned that we should bring our own scientific calculators. If we didn’t use it during the test, what we were supposed to do with it? Can you beat that!

Chill, Alexander, chill out. I still could do it without wielding my trusty tool: my calculator. Nonetheless, repeating ‘I can do it’ wasn’t enough to beat it. I hardly remembered anything since I had not touched books for 4 months. Those physics questions really put me through a labyrinth. I was at a loss in the face of time depletion.

Time’s up and I had to submit my answer sheet. I looked over at Qi Zheng’s face and his expression exuded confidence. I guaranteed he’s doing pretty well. After that, I followed the throng to the room where group A’s candidates had first been. We were then split into 4 groups amongst group B’s candidates. I took a seat with unfamiliar people around a table. We exchanged glances with each other awkwardly. It was getting even colder.

We were assigned a case study for a topic. Then, we got to pore over it prior to grubbing ideas out of our brains. Without any discussion amongst our groups, we scribbled down our ideas on a piece of paper. 30 minutes later, we were sent to the imposing hall where the morning briefing was held for the interview. After every individual in the group had been called on for interview, the whole group was compelled to have a group discussion.


Chapter 4


I prayed along the way down to the chamber where my interview would be taken. It’s battle time! Knocking the door for attention, I was told to be seated; yet, I jolly well know the proprieties of interviews, and hence I shook hands with the interviewers before taking a seat.

They started to study my gait, my demeanour, and my expressions with their appraising eyes before introducing themselves. As they asked me to introduce myself, I told them my name, age, former school, and family. Soon after the introducing part, they want me to air my viewpoints about the subject of case study. Nodding in acquiescence, I duly went on with my points of view that had crossed my mind.

10 minutes later, they cut me off. The interviewer commented that I got so many points. She asked me a question, and I paused shortly, apparently stumping for words. Yet, I did my best to answer her in case I fell in a spot.

I wasn’t relieved much as the interview had been wrapped up. After all our teammates had had the interviews, we had our group discussion in the same chamber. We pooled our recommendations and talked it over to reach a general consensus for a definite solution. I strained to err on the side of caution to avoid speaking out of turn. I just suggested my opinions and recommendations. Oh well, to coin a phrase, don't let your subjective attitudes affect your objective assessment. Bear in mind that it's a discussion, not a dominant debate. It's better not to rob your teammates of their presentation time. Team-spirit is paramount at the top of priorities. After all, I was still bested by my teammates’ performances. I’ve got to hand it to them - they fared jolly well.

We laughed off all the burdens on our way out of the hall. Preceding the critical reasoning test in the afternoon, we need to grab a bite. I chattered with my teammates with punch and speed during the lunch time. We segued into conversations of our schools, friends, and hometowns.

After lunch, we had the critical reasoning test. Like the name itself, it tested your logic thinking, reasoning skills, and time management. It’s as tough as what we had been clued in by the instructor. I was dead sure of it because I had done the test online and I failed it terribly. It’s necessary to manipulate your time well, otherwise time may manipulate you. Make it snappy, but you have got to ensure that your answers are accurate and reasonable.

So, after an arduous exam, I was dead beat. The surge of adrenaline and bad hormones were quelled somehow beneath a watery cool. The event ended much earlier than I thought. I presupposed it should end at 6pm but it just ended at 3.30pm. I boarded AK6188 back to Miri airport. I went off like the light of the candle, fast asleep.

To sum up, I really had a whale of a time making friends and of all stuffs I did there. My wish was all the same like any other candidates: to be chosen for the PESP. Nevertheless, I wasn’t expecting much from getting shortlisted because I wasn’t satisfied with my performance. If I put my success in percentage, it would be 30%. Anyway, I hope my experience of attending this event can help those participants in the future. Best of luck and all the best!



(End)

Sunday, April 6, 2014

PETRONAS scholarship 2014



Chapter 1


I didn’t hold a good impression of this scholarship. Last few weeks, I applied it online as my father told me so. After a few weeks later, I received some messages on my mobile phone from the number 66688, that I was shortlisted for the PETRONAS education sponsorship program, which is the scholarship I had been applying, to attend the PETRONAS youngstar day. 
 
I got no idea what youngstar day was, so I surfed the internet about it. I went to the PETRONAS online application website which I used to apply for the scholarship; but then again, after poring over the whole letter, I realized it was incomplete. Well, there are no attachments as mentioned in the content of the letter online, but it just ended with, ‘attachments:’ The particular attachments are the rejoining instructions, and might also include something odd like ‘Indemnity and undertaking’, in which the hell I didn’t know what’s what. 

What’s more, I was compelled to apply into UTP online. It was fine I thought, I was all for it. However, I found it a chore as I couldn’t access to the online application into UTP by using google chrome. A pop-up message said I needed to use Internet Explorer 9 to do it. It was a shame to say that my computer wasn’t up to Windows 7, and thus, my Internet Explorer wasn’t the ninth edition. So, I went to find a computer with Internet Explorer 9 to do it. By the way, I had completed it, though.

It puzzled me a lot about the missing of the attachments, thus, I googled Petronas Youngstar day’. I dropped by some blog pages which were owned by people who had gone through the Petronas Youngstar day 2013 to see what the hell it was. Then I got hold of the fact that they were sticklers for the dress code. They were all clad in formal suits, as the men wore long sleeves with ties and ladies were dressed in baju kurungs. Applicants are compulsory to be dressed in such formal outfits, or is it the basic requisite of every interview?

Apart from their clothes, there were exams looming on the horizons, and the paramount matter of all- the interview. The exams were the analytical test, critical thinking test and the test about science and mathematics. I jolly well knew critical thinking was some sort like guessing the fifth diagrams, after examining the patterns and colours of the first to the fourth diagrams. I had that test before in the ASEAN scholarship selecting test in Kuching, too. I was getting cold feet that time, so I didn’t manage my time well and I made wild guesses at last by simply blackening the last few answers. 

They said that the analytical exams and the maths and sciences exams are cinches, but I have all concerned myself about them too since I had already forgotten most of the things I learnt in my school. Your conjecture was right: I am an amnesiac. To top it all, I’m also an eccentric person too, who isn’t up to expressing myself well. I won’t be despondent to say I had screwed up interviews and botched scholarships’ exams up before. A piece of info echoed in my mind: Any private university doesn't need an absolute Spongebob Squarepants or a typical bookworm, but they want a more than potential talent. Am I?

Going by my vile experiences and the fact of flying distances over to Kuching for the whatsoever event, I was dead sure the chances of clinching a resounding victory were very slim. I didn't see any options more, and if I refused to go, my head would be bitten off. My parents were crazy about me for getting stricken with scholarships to the extremes. Sis had talked me out of flying so far away and going to the expense for the scholarship which isn’t inevitable to be got in hand. But then again, did I have any other choices? A flat-out no would entitle me to be targeted at ground zero. I could only muster up my courage to take up the challenges looming ahead of me. 



Chapter 2


After packing all the stuffs into the suitcase, my father and I headed to the airport. When we reached the departure hall, I was shocked that it’s calling at 2.40pm on the dot. As how dad had been filling me in, I thought the plane would take off at 3.20pm. Luckily we arrived earlier because the plane departed at 3.00pm.

The plane had flown for 1 hour and a half hour. Then, we safely arrived at Kuching before starting down to the cab for a ride to Pullman Hotel. I saw my previous-year classmate, Qi Zheng as soon as I got there.  Well, I ran into him when I was boarding Air Asia but I didn’t know if he noticed me. When we checked in the hotel, I wheeled around to greet him.

Pullman Hotel was actually the venue for the Petronas Youngstar Day. The hotel was really big and lavish-furnished. It did have a sense of grandeur where there was a mini indoor fountain, an overhead ultramodern glass roof that shimmered in the afternoon sun, a wide hallway that adorned with vivid frescoes… Then, I spotted a young adult of the like age of mine walking down the stairway. He wore a very formal suit and I guessed he could be one of the shortlisted applicants. My dad told me that there was also a selection test on that day. My selection test was held on the next day.

I dragged my stuffed suitcase all the way to our room. I was thrilled to know how it looked like, given the air of splendour at the main lobby. It must be luxurious and flashy. Spot-on! There were two ornate single beds, LCD tv, micro-oven, yoga mat, gym bells and the long list went on. The bathroom was even amazing. It got a shower tray at the left side of the door and what’s more, a sizeable marble bathtub dominated the right wall, and a large glass mirror was glinting in front of me. Thinking of it made me bouncy!

The night came very soon. After having a dinner near the hotel, we got back to our room. I turned in early at 9pm but I couldn’t get off to sleep. I waited for the drowsiness to come over me but when I checked on the clock, it was 12.25pm. Gosh! I quickly covered my face with the duvet and forced myself to sleep.



(to be continued...)