Belated Update from Christmas Day 2015

I am, as of the 8th of December this year, no longer a student studying in secondary school, unless, of course, form 6 counts. In which case, this post would be horribly inaccurate.

I applied for a part-time job, but have not received an answer yet. Hopefully I get the job, for I need something to do, and to earn some money for myself so I do not burden my parents in the exponentially dropping economy.

As I have plenty of time otherwise, I've been catching up on various media (anime, manga and such) that I have been putting on hold in favour of revising for my exams.

From there, I watched bits and pieces of the latest 2015 Cinderella movie (deleted scenes are on YouTube) and noticed something odd. I thought I recognised the actress playing Cinderella's stepmother, but apparently it is the hairstyle and makeup that I recognise.

In the above screenshots from YouTube videos I do NOT own, it appears that the hairstyles and make-up designs are quite similar. Taylor Swift as a rich woman (I'm guessing probable widow) and Cate Blanchett (also voice-acted as Hiccup's mother, Valka from HTTYD 2) as Ella's stepmother, both acting out crazed smiles here.

I kept wondering, why the heck do I feel as if I've seen Ella's stepmother before, then it hit me, the crazy lady Taylor played in one of her music videos. Kind of fitting, actually. XD

On another note, I have begun Driver's Ed. Gods of Olympus, I need to rant about the theory class instructor. I attended a class one Saturday. Having to work on a Saturday, I get it, it's not fun, but that is no reason to need to find fun by picking on your students. And if you're naturally a mean teacher, pick on all your students equally, don't just focus on the one girl sitting up front because she wants to get the class over and done with without missing anything. By choice, had she known what you were like, she probably wouldn't have even attended the class, but that has become mandatory as decided by the Federal Government. You continually make fun of the general attitude of national drivers, yet missed the fact that you yourself practise these bad habits yourself, and therefore are not qualified to be on the other side of the teacher's desk. Even bad driver innuendo you make, you must stare and focus your gaze on the poor girl who's tired of your attitude before the course is even half done. She answers the questions you pose with as much accuracy as she can manage. You make fun of her answers, twist and turn her answers so she's no longer confident in herself even though she had less than enough confidence to begin with. She fears getting behind the wheel, yet you claim it is as easy as ABC and joke about it, even. Now she can't stand the thought of getting you as an instructor for her practical classes when she passes the theory. Other students also answer the questions, yet no attention is given beyond their answers. Instead, you keep picking on that poor little girl sitting at the corner of the front with a notebook for taking notes in her hand, making a 'fool' our of her 'full'.

Nope, still don't feel fine or sated. But that'll have to do for now.

Life in 2016

Hiya, I've been gone so long I don't even remember what's the last thing I posted. Life update: I am a college/pre-uni student now!

If any of my ex- or current classmates see this, do comment in the comments area. I'd love to hear from you, especially since I am still quite unfamiliar with the majority of you. Yang kenal I tu, kenal lah. XD

Let's see, what else is there... Ah, I am taken. Let me make that clear, so please stop trying to set me up with seniors and classmates.

I'm still getting used to life in a hostel, having to manage my own finances (consulting parents for purchases above a certain number; particularly if that number is half my monthly allowance), doing my own laundry, etc. Not that I don't know how to do most of it.

Despite that, I maintain a certain level of calmness, probably because the hectic schedules have not made their ways in yet XP  Eagerly awaiting the day studying has the challenge factor again. I know, I'm a weirdo for wanting that, but I'll be honest about this. I need the challenge so I can feel like myself again. Lately I've been down because so many things have changed since I left secondary school and the proverbial nest to spread my proverbial wings.

On the bright side, I've spread my wings; I'm sharing a room for the first time in years on a semi-permanent basis. I've learnt why tolerance is so difficult for some, particularly if the person(s) you're tolerating get on your nerves for the smallest things.

The lesson of "Sharing is Caring" that I have had imprinted on my soul for years is beginning to hit its edge. Is it that hard to ask if you can use someone's things? I went to campus from the hostel one morning after finishing my Milo and washing my personal mug; only to come back that evening to find it sitting on the table half full of water. Like, really?!

On the other hand, they do share too, just in a more obvious way. Their intentions are good and initially in their own interests, which is why I think I'll give them a break because I benefit from those intentions. Had the effects of their efforts been an impediment to my newfound life, I'd have made a statement despite my introversion and generally mannerful disposition.

I miss my family very much though. Unlike the past in which my parents and grandparents went to university, I can easily talk to my parents and siblings, who are but a phone call away. Ironically, that is what makes me miss them all the more.

Well, if my newly free time permits, I'll update a while lot more often. If not... Well, you who reads these would have seen the disparity that is the updates on this blog.

FYI, I am a student in the Foundation in Science (leading to medicine) program at Cyberjaya University College of Medical Sciences (CUCMS) and I'm glad to be here.

This place is Malay-majority, but I'm used to that. In fact, I relish in the fact as that is one more constant in my life to hold on to.

Well then, till next we meet. Ja ne!