In between start and end: 2016

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These past few weeks, I have been receiving all sorts of first impressions from people about myself. Therefore with this blog post, I am documenting it.

For 3 times in a week, I have been asked whether I am from... Sabah(?)

I get it... It's the way I talk YES. But Sabah though? I asked my Sarawak-ian friend if she thought of the same thing and she said my accent sounds "verrrryyy little bit similar to Sabah"

HAIYAA TAK LA TU -_-"

Oh and also regarding my accent (takde pun sebenarnya 'accent' bagai, bunyi slang je lebih psftt), someone asked me if I'd ever lived abroad before. Demn boi, me wish me had! It'd made me sound really cool if I ever did. Unfortunately, no.

About my appearance, confidence aaand the way I... walk(?), I have been asked whether I am from SBP school a couple of times and I am curious about smtg... Do. I. Look. Like. I'm. Smart? First interview MRSM pun tak lepas weh. Tah tah selection nama nak pergi interview pun takde dalam senarai.

Now what is Amelynn, without a little softball story. /hmm

I have been told by someone that people from the softball team was wondering why I refer to myself using 'I' and 'you' instead of 'saya' and 'awak' or 'aku' and 'kau' like how people from Selangor/ KL usually talks. And the assumption that they made was maybe bcos... I am from a girls' school? They said that must be why. Tbh, not too sure myself. Hmm yeke???

Also, literally everyone who've seen me throw and catch the ball could tell that I was previously a catcher. THEY ALL COULD TELL. Even recently, a guy who was observing asked whether I was a catcher then when I said yes he said "Oh, patutlah"

PATUTLAH, GUYS PATUTLAH!!!

I was honestly ain't tryna brag but damn, you can picture how I must've overly-reacted to the point it made me stood out that much lool. I was blending in ok. Trust me. I tried to.

Next is regarding my name.

IS 'AMELYNN' TOO LONG GUYSS?? I'm guessin yes. People always wanna make it shorter. Mostly prefers 'Lynn' for short. It's too common, I feel weird haha. However, I'm thankful as it is for I am acknowledged by others.

But problem is, I have a busybody lecturer who digs out and memorise our personal info he got from our student records. He is one of our Academic Advisor btw so he can access everyone's records. Not lying but for less than a month now, he is THE ONLY lecturer who memorised each and everyone of our names AND which group we are divided to.

Anyway, he knows me as 'Izzaty'. The only person who calls me by that name. Really now? It's not enough that my student card has that name written on instead of 'Nuramelynn'... WHICH made me wonder, isn't it more common to use first names in Malaysia?! He uses that name in class for a few times but after sometime, I went straight-up like "Jangan panggil nama tu" and he questioned me back "Eh, awak bukan Izzaty ke?" then I was like yes I am, but... he interrupted, "Habis nak panggil apa?" so I quickly said "Panggil la Amelynn. Panggil Izzaty nanti tak terpandang pulak"

MEMANG BETUL PON.

"Jadi kenapa ada Izzaty?"

"Sebab supaya nama tak pendek sangat. Izzaty tu kira nama 'hiasan' je. Takde orang pun panggil nama tu"

"Oh la... (when I thought he finally understood)

Tapi biar la saya sorang panggil awak nama tu"

/no /no /no

Now, he calls me by both names. Great.

In the end, that's my experience with new people. Hope that story was well-understood. Btw, mid-sem break IS HERE!! Semester 1 have been exactly a month! Seems like my limit here is only a month bcos there's always a break or holiday after a month. Hahah adios~

Dropping by,

Melynn.

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Ranting on Twitter isn't fun.

Mostly bcos I love to write shit load of unnecessary details muahahaha /wahaha

This post is dedicated to my deadliest a.k.a the busiest Saturday (15th Oct 2016) of my uni life. Briefly, I have 3 events planned for that day...

1. 'Running Lestarian'

2. Softball training

3. 'Feeding The Homeless'

Program 1 and 3 are those organized by JAKSIS, while softball is an additional interest... like you didn't know already lol /nobigdeal

So they all happened pretty consecutively... one-by-one... on the same day... almost non-stop.

RUNNING LESTARIAN

Hopefully, the name gives a little hint. The 'Running' comes from the obvious... Running Man (RM) like PSFTT, WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED??

'Lestarian' bcos it is organised by a student body for the residential college known as Lestari. And basically the idea of the program is similar to RM. Also called explorace btw. This program is held around Bandar Hilir, Melaka. We have 4 checkpoints excluding the starting and ending locations, and I am in-charged of one of the checkpoints along with my 2 other friends. The checkpoints are Menara Taming Sari (starting point), Stadthuys, Muzium Samudera, A' Famosa and Dataran Pahlawan (ending point). Running Lestarian took up my whole morning til afternoon.

Say hello to our participants (aka cute boys :p)

Building of Stadthuys as one of our checkpoint

The throw-and-catch-20-chopsticks game

And here's my checkpoint... Pretty quiet huh?

Before that eventful day, we had a last-minute preparation the previous night. I slept at 3am that 'night' after we concluded the meeting at 2.30am. Then I had to force myself up by 6, since we are gathering at 6.45am (so they said #janjiMelayu).

Sooo yeah, 6am til 3pm of waking hours with barely 3 hours of sleep. Guh-reat!

SOFTBALL TRAINING

Then that evening I was having softball training at 5pm. I took what-supposingly-be-a-few-minutes-nap. However, I woke up an hour later thanks to a friend who called asking why am I not out yet lol. I woke up exactly at 5pm but like... no one is that on time anyway, so I kinda took my own sweet time and met up with that friend at around 5.20pm #sorrynotsorry. We walked to the softball field which took us about 10 mins if we speedwalk. I caused her to be late just bcos she waited for me. Oops.

Softball training usually end late. Bcos the coach wanted to make-up for the time when everybody is late. We will only stop playing as soon as Azan Maghrib can be heard. We rested til the Azan stopped and had a short meeting regarding our next training or the next tournament before heading home. I'll usually reach home at around 7.30pm.

That day I remembered going up to my room by then. Washed up, prayed and didn't even have time to munch dinner before going back downstairs for the next program.

FEEDING THE HOMELESS

I was exhausted af. I pretty much stayed quiet throughout the whole journey to the city. The car that I stayed in was undeniably fun. The boys were funny but I was just too dang tired to laugh. And this time was before the event even started....

During the event, I'm not surprised if people think I was having mood swings. Welp, that's what exhaustion does to me. One moment I'm all laugh and smiles then the next I'm all silent and distanced. Don't worry, it's just another episode in my life. Used to be pretty rare, but now it's happening quiet often - PMS, they said.

Then this event ended at 2.30am, but we were all hungry after the long walk. Especially me. I was complaining so much lol. My only dinner was Cream-O strawberry jam tart biscuit.

BUT ACTUALLY KAN, THAT WAS ONLY A FILLER... NOT DINNER!!! /sweat

Anyway we reached home at 3am. I was thoughtless so I walked straight for my bed. JAKSIS had another program that morning. However, after waking up at 7.30am and showered, I took another nap... which ended up becoming a looong deeper slumber. The second time I opened my eyes again was noon. The program probably ended, I assumed. So, I didn't go lol. BAD EXAMPLE GUYS! DON'T FOLLOW WHAT I DID!

All in all, this is the start to my hectic life... We all can tell. I am now too tired to even do my assignments when I got home. However, I am gaining more in the aspect of working as a team and dealing with different kinds of people which is my main purpose for joining these things - to get money-can't-buy experiences.

More recognised faces around campus with less brain capacity to memorise everyone's names ha ha ha. Though the familiarity can sometimes be a bother, figuring out where the hell have I seen those people...

Despite that, I just gotta get my life sorted out a bit. So that's all for this update. Til my next free time! God knows when....

Dropping by,
Melynn.

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The day before's story.

It has slightly passed midnight as I'm typing this. Truthfully, I showered at 11pm... after a loooong entire day AND night. What did I do til 11, you may ask? Ala even if you didn't, pretend like you did. You did click on this link kan.

So the story starts when I applied for JAKSIS. Basically a student body for my residential area - Lestari. I submitted the application form yesterday and got a phone call today, which is their due date actually. I was told to attend a pre-interview session at 8.30pm. Thank God I didn't have any plan to do that night. I've eaten, I've rested briefly but I... haven't bathe. Ahh, isokay it won't take too long... Was what I thought.

We were all gathered in a room. As soon as the headmaster took over things, it was a brainwash session. JAKSIS is an active student body which consists of only 18 individuals within the society. A pretty well-reserved association, huh? So, we were warned earlier if we only wanted to follow a friend just because he/she joins, forget it. You're being hesitant about your own decision. If you're thinking of going home every weekend, then forget it. It isn't the kind of 'commitment' they are looking for. If you just want to get the fame, forget it. It isn't the suitable job for glamour. Niat dah salah. If you're only here for the allowance then forget it. WHY?

It isn't worth all the effort that is put into it. A leader needs to be capable of sacrificing and losing things. In addition to being able to manage a team and its crowd.

We were stuck in the waiting room for an extremely long time. I wasn't even exaggerating. I arrived at 8.10pm and we entered the discussion room about 30 mins later. The headmaster talked so it was way passed 9pm. We needed to take turns. Those who queued up earlier got to be interviewed first and so on. I didn't queue. Instead I joined a group of people tryna suck up to the 2 akak-akak JAKSIS. They were conversing, so I simply butt my way in - literally - by moving the chair which it's still stuck to my butt.

An hour plus of it is was impromptu bonding session. At first, I felt so out-of-place. I tried engaging conversation with them but then my thoughts weren't interesting enough so I felt distant a bit. I forced my way into the lameness until we managed to be in a group together. For an assigned mission. We haven't even go for the interview.

After waiting for way too long, we decided to queue up. This is where it gets interesting. I was one of the 6 diploma first year students who entered the room together. Pretty chill at first. The headmaster was the interviewer. He first told us to explain why we want to be in JAKSIS and so we all did... Telling almost similar stories. I only talked about how JAKSIS reminded me so much of PBSA (Prefectorial Board of Sri Aman). Holla to the Sri Amanian who's catching up here! But meh, I think we all could tell how boring it was ourselves.

He tried to lighten things up for us clueless bunch. We were so schematic. So the next round was to tell our point of strength to why they should choose us among all the other 67 candidates? The only thing I could think of was - my English. I'm not such a great speaker but people have been awed by the sound of my English everywhere I go in this particular university's surrounding.

Little did I know, it still works. The headmaster's eyes opened for me. He commented about the slang I had in the midst of me explaining why I am capable enough in communicating with people. In the end I said, "That is why I feel that my communicating skill are able to improve the society in one way or another" then he replied "Yes, of course. Definitely!". I said thank you in reply. He seemed hella assured! He was barely listening to the others. He ONLY communicated with me in that room.

My hands can never be as shaky and my words can never be any more fluent, despite my shaky voice in between countless slip of tongues. Nervous like mad.

I told you the end story. On top of that, at the discussion room earlier, when the headmaster asked "Any question?" nobody else raised up their hand to ask except for me. Also in that same room, my hand shot straight up when they asked who wants to volunteer to make an announcement through the speakers. I was confident only bcos I miss being a Doa Rep. My point is I am already unconsciously standing out from the crowd.

One more thing, 2 of the new friends I made who happened to be in the interview room was questioning me and saying how cool I sounded. Awh shucks! I retold them what I said during the interview, that it has been a culture in my school where everyone communicate in English on a daily basis. They wanted to know more so I brought up that my school is a Girls' School and that it's an SBT school (Sekolah Berprestasi Tinggi). They weren't as impressed until one of them ask what school was it and I answered "SMK(P) Sri Aman, Petaling Jaya"... YOU PEOPLE SHOULD SEE HOW THEY REACTED! They actually know that school.

THEY KNEW MY SCHOOL!! /shock

I was on cloud nine. I went back to my room and told my roomie that last bit and she said "Oh ya la Sri Aman kan? Famous la sekolah tu" OMG BRO Y U NO TELL ME DIS BEFORE?!?

I underwent the definition behind 'tidur tak lena, makan tak kenyang, mandi tak basah' bcos while showering, I shampooed my body instead. Then I am hungry again though I ate dinner right before that interview. Finally now, just look at the time - 1.56am. Great!

Dropping by,
Melynn.

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A bij commented on my previous post saying it was too long. Oh well.

I thought of it. And since everyday is another chapter, I should have 365 chapters every year, so why not maximise the use of it?

Yesterday, Calculus happened. During the tutorial class, I was sitting at a very nonstrategic place. For the record, I don't sit in front. Unfortunately, my friend wanted to and she already secured the place at the 2nd row when I came in. I thought,

"It's okay. At least we aren't right in front..."

The thing is, being in front wasn't my real concern. Being in front of the lecturer is. At first, it wasn't really bothering me. Until, a marker pen landed on my table.

"Question 2"

Acting clueless, I went on saying "Wait, what's this? What number 2?". She wanted me to do what?! Funny thing was, I came in empty-handed. I did not prepare myself with any notes in hand. Not even a PDF file saved in my phone. So there I was, not even knowing what kind of question I'm answering.

Thank God the girl in front had a printed copy of it. Bless her. My eyes scanned the paper, reading through it... Til I saw number 2 - my question.

What I interpreted from it was... draw graph... for functions... using transformation... then all I see were square roots errwhere. On top of that, there was at least 5 equations that follow the question.

SHIT LA.

I sat back in my place then re-read it a few times and nothing went in. I turned to my friend seeking for help. We ended up Googling the answer. I was unconsciously fidgeting. Why do my hands always do this to me? It contradicts to what my brain is tryna tell. I wasn't even nervous. I was too scared not knowing how to do it lol.

At last after being called out twice or so, I went up to draw on the board. Feeling a little bit confident, thanks to Google. Also, thank God I didn't shake as much as I were in front. My body was cool about it, only my hands were vibrating. What's wrong with me?

At last, I got 4/5 graphs correct and my writing weren't too small. Not bad, Amelynn.

I was so lost in class - both for lecture and lab. As we reached question 5 or so, a boy approached me. I was still struggling doing some example questions. I haven't even touched the questions everyone else was doing and the class was almost ending.

It was that boy who had long caught my attention. He's from KL. His hair was always spiky so I called him 'Anime'. He's thin but tall. He looks like a playboy. Lol, do such term still exist though? Best thing is, he always acknowledges me though we only sat down to converse ONCE.

He'll sometimes play badminton near our residence cafeteria with his housemates. And whenever I passed by, he'll act differently than others. His housemates are also my classmates btw. There was once in the beginning of things, he was playing badminton and smashed the shuttlecock so hard then screamed. Coincidentally, I was on the way to the cafeteria when he did it. I gave him a shocked stare.

He apologised and said "Amelynn! Jom la main sekali". I just laughed it off and said "JOM! Kalau I reti main la" Smooth Amelynn smooth~

Then as I came back from the bus terminal on Sunday, he was already at the court. I was passing by to go up to my hostel. He smiled and waved as he sees me - using his racket. How cuute ahaha. Skip the part I looked dead due to exhaustion.

Anyway, so Anime stood beside me and asked how to solve this particular exponential question. I barely even understood logarithm questions so to avoid wrong teachings, I pushed him over to my friend beside me. HE WAS SO DAMN FREAKING CLOSE! I almost felt embarrassed when we made eye contact. I was worried that he might see through all those deep pimple holes on my cheeks. Lol.

He noticed my worries and asked, "Amelynn kenapa? Ok ke?" /blur

He's so chillax and selamba. As he have always been. We've talked a few times when we bumped into each other though. It feels like nothing already. But today sure isn't a norm.

Later, his friends came. One I called Mrs. Boy bcos his whatsapp name is that and another one is the Selfie guy bcos he always post selfies on the class whatsapp group. They're all not that bad looking. But problem is, they know it themselves how good they look. Handsome pun tak guna bila kerja tak nak buat.

When those 2 came up to me wanting me to check, in my head I'm like what... the... hell. I did not understand a single thing. I was sitting and they came from behind out of sudden. DO YOU KNOW HOW INSECURE I WAS?! I was worried sick all those sweats are making my hair smells worse than it already is. I heard loud and clear those husky voice behind my ears. Tergugat iman jap.

But, they left my side as soon as they realised how unhelpful I was. Then when my friend is done explaining to Anime, I noticed he walked pass. I glanced and heard Mrs. Boy asked "Kau tulis je ke tu?" and he nodded.

WHUUUT???? Did I heard them right?!?!?!

I assumed that they went around the class just to ask someone to solve it for them and later simply write it on the board. How slick! Damn boys. I did not tell my friend though. Pity her effort of cracking her brain.

In the end, all of them got wrong though. Hahahahahah /wahaha

So that's it for today's update. Hope you enjoyed that brief fangirl moments. Tata!

Dropping by,

Melynn.

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Ever since high school, university has been a whole new journey of transitioning. The difference is obvious by the kind of people I've met. In Sri Aman, a lot of people were from the same circle as me. It didn't felt as bizarre.

*Sri Aman refers to SMK(P) Sri Aman which is an all-girls high school in Petaling Jaya, Selangor that I went to

There have been all kinds of people and bcos Sri Aman is basically how I lived my whole teen life, I shall put that as a reference on most of the things here.

The number one most expected-yet-still-shocking thing is the communication barrier. Ok, this needs some clarification. Obviously being Malaysian, not everyone speaks English. Basic English are also a struggle to most, I understand.

I realised no matter how close I am to anyone, the fact that either we can instantly click or not depends on the way you and I talk. Finding someone at the same level of thinking (and speaking) as you is what makes it hard for me. The moment I met someone who speaks as fluent or as par as I am is the most exciting thing ever. That means I can easily communicate without feeling bad for looking as if I'm tryna 'show off'. Also, exam-oriented stuff like MUET is NOT a good standard measure.

Stereotypically in Malaysia, tukang mengutok RAMAI... So this is what I'm tryna tell. Being budak Melayu, nobody wants to get out of that comfort zone we put ourselves in. Why? Bcos everyone else ain't even budging. We all prefer sitting at the back and watch. This is very obvious in university. Especially among diploma students. Diploma students are very much the same as high school. Everyone is in the blur innocent stage of adulthood. People choose to simply do what majority does.

We are too scared of getting bashed (or judged). You know those reactions people give when someone is trying to be different or original, it's insulting. Coming as someone who disliked being shadowed, I find things uneasy at times. I realised that it's the effort of getting known and standing out from the crowd that makes one valuable than the other. No superior prefers the quiet and reserved kid. Think about it. Yet I still struggle with that anxiety and self-debating whether to ask or not to ask, every single time.

Usually in Sri Aman I don't bother voicing out in class bcos everyone else is already doing it. I didn't thought it'll make things any better if I joined in. So, I didn't. Hahah alasan je tu. But now that I see things here. It's bad. It looked as if lecturers need to beg for feedback bcos everyone is being so... passive. That's not how classes supposed to work. It's a give and take, but why are most people only taking?

The number two most shocking thing is... my own weirdness. It's funny how I seem to only figure myself bit by bit once I get involve with a different group of people. For example, when I was working as a barista. I was the cashier but I was also the baker. I didn't only do one work, as you can tell. We multi-tasked.

I found out then, that my memory can be very short-termed. This means when I am in the middle of doing something and my manager or anyone, really, tells me to do another thing then piles it up with a couple more of things-to-do. I'd only remember the last few things. Even when I'm being reminded.

Like when I'm doing the coffee then somebody tells me

"Nanti lepas dah buat kopi, tolong ambikkan pisau kat belakang (dapur)", instructed A.

"Amelynn, later make sure you display the cookies tau", said B.

"Basahkan kain lap tu skali", added A.

Using common sense, since there's 2 things I need to do at the kitchen - get the knife AND damp the rags - people would do it in one go, right? But somehow, I will only ended up doing what relates and forget the in-between task like to display the cookies...

Or, can be that I'm just biased. /nobigdeal

Anyway, now that I'm in uni. Besides the obvious fact that I speak rojak (or Manglish), I am also seen as... weird? Whut?

Since no one ever told me about how they perceive me before this, I being the jakun one screenshotted some proof lol.

GUY 1: The Rival

He has been so awed with my English. I'm not trying to be so full over myself BUT LOOK!!

He was there in my English class during the previous sem.

Believe me, he's the rival of his own self.

British man la... English man la.... Ooookayyy bro.

Fun fact: He's so weird but I still layan him up to this day idek why tbh.

GUY 2: The Weirder One

One time he says pleasing things then the next time he bashes me. Now, is guy or girl the complicated one?

GUY 3: Mr. Observant Nak Mati

I told him I was from a girls' school then he told me no wonder I'm like this. So I asked him, HOW COME??

The first time we noticed each other in class and he couldn't be any more direct about it -_-"

I interpreted his love life... Lol idk I simply assumed :D

You wanna know the 3rd guy's story?

Meh I share sikit.

So one of my now-exhousemate told me a looong time ago there was this guy who drew a sketch of her. I was like "Oh ok cool" at that time. I wouldn't know who he was even if she told me so I didn't bother to know. I did know that guy is the same class as my housemate. Note that we are all in the same faculty as diploma students. Just different classes at that time.

Fast forward to my last day of class before Raya Haji, there was this guy who was sitting at the next table on my right. We had a tutorial class in the computer lab. Since we were at the last row, basically all of us could barely see the display screen in front. That guy next to me was raising up his hand telling the lecturer he couldn't see. I snapped at him and was like "Ada dalam buku la. Page bla bla bla" and then we continued our own business. Until my friend who were next to me didn't know how to do certain things, approached him to ask. Ok, at this point he is seemed to be someone who is very active in class. My lecturer had to went up to him a couple of times since he had sooo many questions to ask. Other than that, I didn't bother much about him.

That night, my friend was going thru our class whatsapp group and she found out that the guy in class jn uses 'Stark' as a display name. We both noticed he's quiet active on wa so I was like "Oh dia ke Stark".

But that wasn't it! His status was a REAL shocker. His status was... my ex-housemate's name. It literally wrote YUMI. My friend and I both flipped out. WHAT IS THIS THAT WE MISSED OUT?!

Since we are no longer housemates, we met that night coincidentally. Yumi was heading back to her room while my roomie and I were on our way to the cafeteria for dinner. That was the time it hit me that the person who sketched her last time and the person who put her name up as his status COULD BE THE SAME GUY!! It was an assumption but it was like hitting a jackpot.

After my dinner, Yumi barged into my room. She was asking what I wanted to know. I asked all sort of related things I was wondering like the obvs one - their relationship. She only told me how he initially just wanted to take a pic with her this one time when they barely know each other. Aaand that's it. Not very informative, huh?

I thought "Ok la she taknak bagitahu isokay" and forgot about it by the next night. Yumi and him is no longer classmates though.

But then, the next night I received a message in the class whatsapp from my Academic Advisor (PA) about smtg I personally wanted her to find out for me. Bcos I was the one who wanted to know, it's a courtesy to say thank you and so I did. In the whatsapp. Where all my classmates can see. P/s: I NEVER voice out in wa groups unless if I'm needed to.

Later, the next message is from Stark saying "Eh ehh Amelynn" so I replied with "Eh ehh Arif". I found out his name legitly the night Yumi barged in aka the night before lol.

Then BAM! True shit began. He PM-ed me. Wanting to know what I knew. Turns out Yumi spilled everything that happened to her that night to him. I didn't blame her since we did involved him in our talk. He only asked but he didn't wanna clarify. I was only assuming stuff but he was so sure I know more that what I assumed. WHICH I DIDN'T!

While I was interrogated by him, I seek for Yumi's help at that same time. Then I found out smtg else.

I noticed this. Yumi's dp and his was THIS similar. Funny thing is they both denied.

Guys, I'm not that dumb. We all know it meant smtg.

First, I found out he ((creepily)) drew her. Second, he has her name as his status. And now... their dp matches. Bingo!

This is the story of how I kantoi this two people. I have yet to know the real truth bcos both of them kept on beating around the bush.

Well, I'll find out about it sooner or later no worries. The world spins right? I'll eventually get there. MUAHAHAHA /wahaha

There ya go. The story of my current life. Hope my way of storytelling isn't so draggy ha ha ha. Feel free to follow my blog for any other lame stories like this /bye

Dropping by,
Melynn.

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My first day of university also happens to be the first day to many others as well. First day, first week... Ooo exciting!

We were well-informed that this university uses an e-learning site called U-Learn. It's a site where all the lecturers will share announcements, notes, lecture slides, quizzes and whatnot thru one platform. Kinda like VLE Frog back in those days. So, we were told to enrol ourselves in all the classes we're taking using our subject codes. It's so that we can read the stuff beforehand to aid the learning process in class.

But do you reaaally think we'd enrolled? On the first of class many haven't even check out the website lol. I'm excluded but majority has it. /nobigdeal

On top of that, books are still required. There ya go spending over RM20 on each book. Idk whether it's a good idea buying such a nice new book only to collect dust by the end of the sem. Even though, all the lecturers are like forcing us all to buy... well indirectly. But still. Where are all dem second year seniors?? SHOW YOURSELF!!

The subjects are still at the basic level. I have classes like Calculus (pre-calculus to be exact), Computer Organization and Architecture, Programming, Multimedia and Database. These are the subjects computer science diploma students need to take on the first sem. I'm interested in learning all of it except demn calculus. Cos I forgot all my add maths edi.

All my lecturers meet that high expectation of mine. They're fun, chill with a lil bit of strictness, bilingual and pretty fluent all except for calculus'. My calculus lecturer looks like she's gonna cry just by looking at us. And her class is so static and monotonous. Haiih.

There's another case about my database lecturer but she isn't so bad... It's just that she couldn't stop... ok... without continuing... ok... her sentences... ok... by not saying... OK!! Trust me, I feel like raising up my hand and pointing it out during the first class. If I could find a way to tell her in the mooost possible polite manner, I BET YOU I WOULD. But on the other hand, I'm already 'marked'.

The story was that, when everyone else raised up their hands asking for permission to go to the toilet... I raised mine too, but threw a question instead. When I first raised up my hand, with a slight sigh she said

"Ye? Tandas jugak?"

Then I replied,

"What? NO"

She was at the topic 'Types of Databases' and so I asked

"Nowadays we have cloud storage, right? Then which type of database is that?"

YES AS SIMPLE AS THAT. But I can see through her eyes the gladness of what I said. Or that maybe bcos my English slang was so unusual. Idk. But she told me that my question is so advance AND I TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT TQVM.

So now, I am known by her that way ha ha ha. I'm not sure if that's ever a good thing.

My male lecturers however, are simply cool dudes. They're very laidback but at the same time manages to teach informative and interesting stuff. Well, it might just be bcos of their subject also lol.

Anyway, there's a male lecturer teaching Programming. You'd have no idea how surprised I was when I first saw him. No, he doesn't look abnormal. Except for the fact he's half bald. But bcos, I've met him before! During our short-sem few months back.

He was the one barging into our classroom demanding for our SPM result slips. Yes, it was as exaggerating as that sounds. All my classmates were stunned af when that happened. At that time I thought he was a mere office worker of some sort. But noooo HE'S A FREAKIN LECTURER!!!! Mana tak terkejut beruk?

But he shared to us smtg. An insider scoop.

It's the truth behind our reshuffling of class for this semester onward. They're actually... based on our Add Maths result!! Those in Seksyen 1, either did not take add maths or got bad results for it. While Seksyen 2 mostly took add maths and got a not-so-bad result (bcos mine isn't good) or if didn't, it's bcos their other subjects consist of mostly As.

Ta-daaa! So that is why... It's why such requests to change our group or section are inconsiderable. And that these groups are forever permanent. Also the reason why he needed our slips in the first place. Mystery solved!

Yes, I'm in Seksyen 2 and... I don't have Friday classes YIPPEEE DOODDIIEE!! That is why I have time to blog rn. I think that is some of the highlights of the week. Next week, is a full-week of break due to Raya Haji and Malaysia Day. I'm taking the university's bus back home at 9pm tonight. Have a safe trip, college friends!

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At 9am on 6th September 2016 a.k.a yesterday, I tweeted smtg. Something that was shared by my dad thru our family whatsapp group. Something... funny.

My dad recently became an uber driver. A few weeks ago, I suggested him to try GrabCar out. Maybe, just maybe if he was ever interested in getting extra income yknow. But I was simply suggesting without much thought of it. Beyond my expectations, he took things seriously. But instead of becoming part of GrabCar, he became an Uber driver instead. Fyi, Grab is a Malaysian-established company similar to the famous American 'Uber'. But simply put, he's now a part-time driver.

He has been sharing all kinds of experience, customer feedback and all those stories about his newfound part-time job. As his daughter, I was just as thrilled as him. Especially when I was the one who suggested the job to him. Kinda like being the starting point of his career lol.

So yesterday, among the customer feedback he screenshotted and shared, there was one pic that he shared captured my attention most. I laughed hard. Well, what else would people normally do in that situation? Share la kan? So I did. I tweeted about it.

Then the most unexpected thing happened. That shit went viral. Since I tweeted at 9am when I'm in uni, by noon I already got 100 retweets and it kept on rising... whilst I was in lecture classes. Talk about distraction. For someone who barely got my tweets seen by people, this was an achievement at its max. For the record, my most RT are like single digits on overall of my 5 years worth of tweets.

Well so obvs, I got excited when this happened. I watch as the numbers rise. Then, I began feeling slightly bothered by the buzzing sound from my phone. Especially when I thought it has anything to do with my family, friends or classes. But things was still bearable at that point.

At dinner up until Isyak is when real issue come in. Someone pointed something out. One is that, I captioned it as 'uber driver' well bcos my dad IS AN UBER DRIVER. But why the pic showed 'GrabCar (Economy)' instead?

Secondly, I was linked to someone else's tweet. A famous person... With followers of over 100k... He uses that pic. I thought he stole my pic. Until I saw the time and date "11:59 pm 02 Sep 16" OH SHIT. His tweet was earlier... by 4 freaking days. It suddenly clicked in my head that the pic isn't mine, nor my dad's. I unintentionally stole someone else's and claimed it as mine. I was flabbergasted. Big time.

I didn't know what to do. I tried ignoring and pretended as if I didn't see it. But more people started pointing it out. I cannot bear the comments telling me about my clearly silly mistake. So I tried to voice out. I personally replied those commenters. Then I explained myself on the tweets that follow-up with the BIG tweet. What did I expect?? People's understanding, maybe. Nop, I hoped too high.

By like 400+ RTs, I started receiving hates. Smtg like "Weh batak RT" or "Dah bukan ayah kau delete ah" or "Grab ke Uber hmm #misteriNusantara" and the list goes on. They're all pointing out stuff I already explained but it was too many of them that it's already hard to correct everyone.

Why can't people just accept it for its main purpose? Fun. I shared bcos it's funny so why can't you just laugh it off? Shut one eye and enjoy the joke. People just wanna look at the mistake and focus all on it. DUDE, HOW MANY TIMES YOU WANT ME TO EXPLAIN MY STUPIDITY?! Do the world want me to exclaim myself stupid or what?

So at 500+ RTs, someone said "Batak RT la tu. Dah banyak RT memang confirm takkan delete punya" and it hit me. Tbh, I didn't even know what was 'batak' and that I just know it sounds legit bad. So people are mostly seeing the wrong side of me. That feeling of lying to the world only for the sake of fame is TERRIBLE inside. Bcos I know it's wrong of me!! Not many sees my intention of correcting things. All they see is the mistake I made.

You may think, I was giving up too fast. I didn't. It wasn't giving up. Think of it as a prevention of something bad. I'm preventing people but mostly myself from cursing each one of the commenters about something that is clearly my fault. I was pretty much defenseless in that situation. Nobody can side me. One or two previous commenters did voice out for my stead. But how long do you really think that'll last?

It started getting late at night and I am so done dealing with dem anger. I don't even get what's with the anger... Cam bodoh je. But I ended things for good. I deleted that successfully famous tweet. At 530 RTs. I am so proud of myself. It felt like I just ended World War 3 tau.

I've experienced so many indescribable feelings. As if, I just saw a glimpse of the celeb life. The fun start of it all vs. the downside of things. It's hard. Harder than I thought. Reading it when it's meant for others and when it's meant for you is very different. It's true that one hate comment overpowers 100 other nice ones. The scars cut deeper on you. And can only be felt, not described.

Good thing is I became famous. For like 14 hours. For the wrong-but-not-so-wrong reason. Yay. Nothing much changes. Neither my followers nor my confidence level increases. Only my anger did. I learnt that being straight-up famous eventually tires you down. So, take time to be successful for your own effort. Fame is only a temporary satisfaction. But success determines a character. Allah made me deal with my own ego last night. I believe I'm just lucky bcos tweets are erasable. Some mistakes aren't. It's scarier to think that you are unable to escape once you fell into the unexpected hole along your pathway.

Anyway, that's my story. Feeling kinda traumatised now. But if I were ever to be placed in the same situation, I'd at least need a better back-up plan lol. Thanks for reading peeps! /bye

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Yeap the time has come. The moment where you'll need to endure the tough and havoc week of university's Orientation Week. I'm now a student, for good.

REGISTRATION

Day 1 is a tiring one. I started packing super late - that night right before the morning I'm leaving huehuehue. As a result, I did not sleep that night. I was already so nervous about Minggu Haluan Siswa (MHS) that I couldn't get a good sleep. On top of that, I didn't even shut my eyes close on our way there. Don't worry, I regret soon after.

For a start, the registration process at the residential area sucks! No doubt. The facilitators in-charge were such a minor help. There weren't a single direction shown leading towards the registration place. My mum I had to go back and forth around the blocks because it was so confusing. They should AT LEAST put up some signs. That could've made things much easier for us.

Before that, my friends and I planned to meet up so that we could secure a good room together. Guess what? Semua lari timing. -_-"

We planned to meet early around 9am. Me and 2 of my other Malay housemates wanted to be in the same room. One friend is coming from Seremban, N9 (but originally from Terengganu) and the other one is from Melaka. That Melaka girl took an hour from the initial time when SHE WAS THE ONE WHO SUGGESTED THAT TIME!! By then, more people started queuing up and getting their room keys. About half an hour after the wait, my Terengganu housemate came and I got so excited to 'check-in' quickly. We confirmed that there was no such room for 3 people but only 2 per room. So, we ditched the Melaka friend. Well we had no choice... either one of us still needed to be cast aside and since she was the one who came the latest, it was just meant to be.

My room

Quiet spacious for 2 people

After having lunch for the last time with my parents, I came back to the hostel tryna settle in the room with my housemate-now-roommate. Until... I was told that we can already pick up our stuff that we left in the store at our previous hostel before our sem break. We resides somewhere out-of-campus last time. The residence is situated quiet a distance and takes about 30 mins by car. I was sighing. Pity my parents who just left. Thank God they're not yet far. So they made a quick turn... for me. Aww.

MHS

Ok. Here's where things get looong. Sit back. Please. You'll need it.

MHS is another name for 'orientation week'. It started at 5pm that evening we checked-in. Ended at 12am or smtg that day. It consists of motivation talks and some get-to-know our facis session. Then it ended. Tiring af bcos of all those travelling and sleepless day and night.

Next day, I woke up at 4.30am bcos... excited? Maybe? This day is the eve for MERDEKA DAYY!!! So we had rehearsals and fun stuff happens. We were taught to sing our state song - Melaka Maju Jaya and UTeM's official song - UTeMku Terbilang. Both songs are pretty jam-able and it was quiet fun as we went out-of-tune countless times. Skip the speech talk bcos BOOORRINGG and move on to performance. Wah, never expected to see UTeM students to be such artistic and talented bunch of kids. Their performance was smtg to be praised about.

The theatrical performance was also an amusing one. I like. Nothing went out of the Merdeka spirit. Our spirits were deffo reaching the moon.

Onto the third day, by now I gave up waking up early bcos we ended at 12.30am last night and I slept at like 2am. I died. I have really bad memory so I forgot what specifically happened. However I can assure you that nothing much happened. Mostly talks, more talks and around the same thing. I remained seated at the Dewan Besar the whole entire day. Not fun. We had our first and last group activity then. Idk if the purpose was even reached bcos dem activities are considered kindergaten-level. Things was also rushed due to all those time extension that most speakers seems to be best at.

For the fourth day, it's the day with our faculty. We found out our new classmates and which group we're thrown into. My housemate-now-roommate-now-also-become-my-classmate HAHAHAH forever stuck with her. But not complaining though bcos it's wayyy easier to converse with aka gossiping lol. I am placed in the same class as the havoc boys from my entire faculty for diploma. NOO WHYYY??? The mastermind is all in my class, ugh bless me.

Then, the last final day of all. Nothing much happened also. More talks. I am so done and disappointed with their concept of MHS. All they gave us were mere talks. I mean I want some insight on the uni life like a tour, not some added motivation. They had some booths for the co-curricular activities available. But it was so sad that I wasn't allowed to go bcos of their own terrible management. Haih. But on this day they did have someone from the library giving a lil insight but that was that. Up until now, I am still clueless of what extra activities I should and could join.

I don't know the exact truth abt this but I was told that softball is only open for boys. The only sports club I hv been very excited to join in... apparently doesn't exist. Nothing could be more heartbreaking. My dreams of continuing the legacy as a Sri Aman catcher... GONE. But some told me they do have girls in softball so really it's a 50/50 now. Funny thing was those infos I got from all who doesn't even play sports. I just gotta pray that it was just a misunderstanding and seek my Sports Complex advisor to feed my worry soon.

In the mean time, it has been such a tiring week. Melaka is getting extremely heated up that I barely can stop myself from perspiring. Now to settle my worries, I hope next week is gonna be fine and well. And that the classes and lecturers aren't so bad.

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Melynn.

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Okay lame fact: I am a noob at editing videos. For anyone who uses Sony Vegas Pro 13, how the hell do you work that software out?! I'm starting to experience so many setbacks. It's getting tiring.

Last time I tried Vegas Pro was in Form 4 so that was 2 years ago. But the video was barely a success. I didn't blame the software bcos my laptop back then exceeded the 3 years age already. It was a miracle alone that Vegas still manage to run on it. However, things have change now with my new laptop. At least that's what I thought.

Editing an-hour long video can be intensely frustrating when it comes to the preview lag. I had a video I was editing yesterday. It was a perfectly smooth-sailing experience and rendering took only about 2 hours for a 10 mins clip but figured it was real fast. And then, today happen.

I was editing another video which was recorded somewhat similarly with the same duration and file quality and all. BUT THE PREVIEW JUST WON'T PLAY SMOOTHLY. How can you edit something when you cannot see which part you're editing?! So, I hit YouTube up bcos visual over words anytime, any day. And is2g I at least watched 10 different solution videos regarding it and still couldn't fix it!!

Alright, here's my problem in extra detail. My raw video was lagging on the preview in Vegas Pro 13. Weird thing was its frame rate was not skipping any numbers. The numbers run almost perfectly. But when I watch the preview, the video literally was not changing frame. It kept pausing on certain frame. Its audio on the other hand, plays very smoothly. It got me what-the-helling. No problem was described as similar to mine that I could find online ugh.

Then as I was finding a replacement for a different editing software, I thought of something - conversion. On usual cases with videos, it can play well on certain device or software but suddenly cannot on some other. As if the file is corrupted... but that isn't always the case. My friend had this issue on her laptop before. An MP4 file was transferred from her phone thru a USB to her laptop. It cannot run on hers at all but when I tried with mine, it can. So, I helped convert it to another video format online. Then it work wonders.

This case was no different. It is weird that yesterday's video was fine though it uses the same video format. Oh well, at least I managed to solve it after a veryveryvery long day. So the next time you face a complication with videos not playing, try converting its format.

Here's a good link for short vids but for looong vids try this link instead. Yay to online converters! /nobigdeal

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