After Exams

After high school exams and graduation, I have no clue on what to do. I can't go out as I wish, since my house is under renovation and the fact that my parents doesn't let me go out as much, so I'll have to stay in most of the time. Also, the fact that I do not have my driver license yet is the main reason why I can't go and get a part-time job. In Malaysia, the legal age to obtain a licence is 17, stated by Wikipedia. Unlike most countries, that the legal age is at 16.

My parents will only let me find a part-time job when I have my driver's licence is because they thought that when I have a job, I won't have the time to get a driver's licence. And if I do have a job, my mom will have to give me a ride back and fro so it'll make her easily tired out.

So I asked myself, what would I do with all this spare time in the house? There's no way I'm doing chores, maybe once in a while. Seeing that I missed a lot of movies, shows, and anime these passed few years; I think it's time to do some catching up, wouldn't that be nice?

As for updating my blog... I really have no exciting lifestyle, if I can find something good to write about, I'll definitely come back. But for now, I'm a mood for a movie marathon.

Be right here when I come back. :)

Reserving a Buffet

The view from Sky Bar in Luna Bar. Pacific Regency Hotel

Today I went to Kuala Lumpur with my dad to reserve a buffet for an upcoming family gathering. Yep, this is no fun and games. (haha) In this family gathering, we get to do it in a fancy Sky Bar in a fancy hotel. We only get this chance because we dad got some coupons for it and no one wants it whenever he tried to give it away. Basically, we didn't really have a choice. Also, he used the excuse that he wanted to celebrate the return of my cousin that is studying in Australia. (woohoo, shoutout!)

I actually went there once but I never knew there was a Sky Bar, so I was quite fascinated. Before we went upstairs to the Sky Bar, we had to go through a bar the was beside the pool (a pool bar). Me and my dad walked all fancy-like with boosted up confidence; we're not used to dine in a fancy hotel or restaurant and the Sky Bar was a lot classier than the rest so we felt like rich people (haha).

The Sky Bar was quite nice, a little hot for my liking, then I remembered we're in Malaysia so I was okay with it. The scenery was nice, though. The hotel was situated in the middle of Malaysia's landmark, with the KLCC's side right infront of us and the KL Tower right behind the bar, which is the entrance to the KL Tower.

The food choices were kinda plain. I don't know about everyone else, but to me, a menu that only contains pizza, chips, alcohol and other small snacks are not the best choices to put in a buffet. We were having a family gathering, consisting of 20-something people, and for dinner, so that's not enough. We My dad kinda argued a little bit to the waitress there because we wanted something more but she doesn't seem like she understood us. But in the end we finally got the buffet menu that was for 30 people.

That's kinda it, a small post for an update. Hope you enjoyed, and I don't really meet my relatives so much so I'm actually looking forward to it. :)

     

Last Day of High School (yeah)

Greetings! It's been a long year, and I'm in a mood for blogging, so let's skip the chit-chat and get right on it.

So today was my 'last' paper for the SPM exams: which is Biology, my worst subject of all time. The reason why I put apostrophes around the word 'last' is because it's not really my last paper of SPM. The one that I am currently preparing for next Tuesday is the official last paper of SPM, for me; which is ICT, Informations and Communications Technology.

Shoutout to Moon and Cheong Fu for the last minute tutoring yesterday, thanks for both of you that helped me realised that I never paid attention in Biology class because the things you taught me yesterday, I have no memory or what-so-ever of learning it in school. Hopefully, I don't fail and atleast get a pass in Biology because I don't want to be the only one in my class to fail this subject. :(

When I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from school, I had to wait by a food stall that was not open that day. I suddenly felt like reminiscing my past years in secondary school; like when you're cleaning and stopped half-way because you found old photos or pieces of memories of when you're a child, yeah, that's how I felt.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm going to miss high school. The place where I went through puberty and a lot of mixed emotions and thoughts that made me the person today.

To my point before I went off-topic, there was one time that I waited with 2 of my classmates and there was a tree right behind us with long branches almost hitting the ground. I don't know why, but we were talking about braids and how I don't know how to do 'em. So the girl who knew how to do it went to the tree and started to teach me how to do braids and we took pictures of it because we thought it was cute.

This time, I swear I have nothing to do with it. I guess some people saw the braided-tree and started to make braids of their own. I don't know how long was it there, but I only saw it today so I took a photo of it.

Braids for trees! Please ignore the garbage bin behind.

I know, not a pretty sight but hey, not everything in life is perfect. Wow that just came out of no where. When I was waiting for my mom, because I came out early, there was still time until it strikes 3:30pm, the time the exam finishes. Then bam! A roar of yeahs were heard from the school. Of-course that means that they'd finished.

By the time I came home and had washed myself, my phone started to vibrate. I was in a chatroom in WeChat with the entire class. They were typing things like some people were missing and they missed a lot of stuffs, like signing school uniforms, and taking group pictures.

Later on, they started to spam pictures and pictures of them in school. It's actually making me kinda sad. Because I realised that I wasn't really getting along well with my classmates. There are bound to be some that I'm close to yet I don't really talk to most of them. In every photo besides the official class photo, I'm usually not in it. That's making me sad; it's not like I don't like them, I do like them, but because of my shy nature, it's making me and people becoming further apart.

I know in the near future, I won't meet them as much as I want to. We'll go our separate ways after high school, and then we'll go to different universities, states maybe even countries. We won't be able to meet after twenty to thirty years. That goes the same with my friends too! I wasn't born in Rawang, I rarely know any people here! After that, when we have a class reunion, we won't attend because we forgot about each other or maybe we died of old age or maybe some died in an accident and we didn't made it to his funeral because we never stay in touch anymore, or maybe one of them became like the new Hitler and dominated Earth for maybe World War 4 AND 5!!!

Sorry, I'm going to my over-dramatic phase again. My real point is, I'm going to miss my friends and companions that had been with me for the past 5 years; I know I don't know the exact 3000 people studying there but I'll miss each and everyone of you; not the ones that I despise though, I hate those people, ugh, just making me think of them makes me angry.

Ya, that's it. Goodbye and see you next year when I get my results!

You Know Nothing

To that one person,

I have a lot to say;

I know she is quirky,

I know she is loud,

I know she is not the kind of person that others had always thought about.

I am shy,

I am quiet,

I am the kind of person that others easily forgotten.

After me and her started to come together,

You started to give us weird looks from day one.

People were confused how we became best friends,

Well,

Everyone has two masks,

The one that they always hang on their faces,

And the other that they'd hidden from strangers,

From those shaming looks you always give us.

But you know what,

You know nothing,

And that's what I want to say.

Even though you didn't try to break our friendship,

And I know you didn't try to block my way;

But don't go spreading rumours about her,

Don't go asking people to de-friend her,

Don't go back-stabbing about her.

I don't know you,

And you don't know me,

But let me tell you something.

If you break her heart,

You need to be aware,

'Cause this girl is a psycho,

This girl has no fears,

She doesn't care what other thinks,

And she is coming for you,

While holding a bat with your name.

- A poem by Ruby; October 9, 2014

SPM

For your information, SPM stands for Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia, or the Malaysian Certificate of Education, it is a national examination taken by all fifth-year secondary school students in Malaysia. And I'm one of them to face it in the year 2014.

As someone once told me, "life is full of exams", I surely agreed with that. After I was done with the PMR test in my third-year, I immediately had to prepare for my fifth-year exam. Basically, SPM is like an college-entry exam. After we finish SPM, we use the results from there and apply it to college or university. And we have 2 years to prepare for it.

For me, 2 years isn't enough. I can't catch anything. I understand the concept and all, but I can't remember the names or formulas; and it's not good for a Biology, Chemistry, and Physics student. Even if I know what I learnt today, I may forgot about it the next day.

Curse you, short-term memory.

Well, I hope I can do well by running the midnight oil this month. Seriously, 2 years for only that 13 days. What a waste of time.

My First Piece of Memory

From what I heard while growing up, kids have short memory span, because the brain cells in children are not well developed thus making them remember nothing before the age of three. I am sure that everyone has their own first piece of memory. Well, this is mine.

I could not give the details as the years flew by but I managed to remember some of it. I was the age of three when I have my first memory, it felt like I was awaken from a dream because before anything, all I remembered was darkness.

Then suddenly, my mom was sitting beside me and told me to greet my aunts when they arrive to the house. She told me there were three aunts and I should call them by 大姑 (dà gū) , 二姑 (èr gū) , and 三姑 (sān gū), those were the formalities used to call my aunts. It means first aunt, second aunt, and third aunt respectively.

I don't know why, but when my aunts arrived, I kept asking them if she was the third aunt. Somehow, she became my favourite aunt even though I haven't met her. After that incident, I can't remember anything.

Much later, I was woken up again and I was already on my way to a kindergarten. It was a Chinese kindergarten if you're wondering. I remembered after I bid my goodbyes,  I rushed in the house-like kindergarten and the first place I went to was the kitchen.

My teacher was making finger sandwiches for us before the class starts. I was staring at the food and my teacher was kind enough to give me one as she pats my head. Later on, I was in my computer class. Honestly, it wasn't even a class because we were playing those educational computer games.

I even remember what type of computers we used back then. It was the first generation computers with the huge build and thick black monitor screens with the white outer shell. I can still remember the software I used was windows 96. All of those computer setups before the thin-monitor era.

And that was when I knew, that computers were going to be part of my life. I figured that out when I was 4 years old, and I was completely right.

Listening to myself as I typed all of this, I sound like I'm a grown woman reminiscing on the good old days but actually I just turned 17 a few days ago. A lot of things happened between these 10 years. From anything I'd learnt between the seamlessly short years. That is I can't play hard and work less for my entire life. I have to keep balance between work and play, and focus on the future.

As my teacher once told me,

"It's not the subjects that you learned, it's the hands that you shoke."