In between start and end

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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!

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

Dropping by,

Melynn.

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.

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.