1) Seems like most of my peers are heading for tertiary education. Many opted for Tunku Abdul Rahman college for, um, you know, fee waivers. SPM graduates with 9A's or above can actually be on a 100% fee waiver. They hardly have to pay at all other than registration fees etc that only cost for about more or less a thousand. Pay a thousand and you get your diploma. I'm all eligible for this stuff but too bad, my mom would never give me the green light. She's worried for that kind of what-if-the-fee-waiver-is-cancelled-when-you-failed-to-maintain-your-good-performance-in-college-and-I-have-to-pay problem.
Anyway, pursuing my studies in a secondary school is not a bad idea though. Before the real Form 6 classes actually start, I'm to attend tuition provided by some teachers from SMK Kepong Baru at the obvious, SMKKB. So that we could cope with the lessons better than the rest when the first semester has its kick start. We have to pay RM30 for 14 Chemistry lessons and 14 Maths lessons. I find both subjects very interesting and fun so far. These two have been my favourite subjects when I was still at the SPM level. Ah, it felt like heaven to refresh my brain with mathematics and chemistry again after I've wasted weeks at home, doing nothing productive.
Those who had been in contact with me would have known the above stories already since I was a little disappointed for what mom thought of me on the college stuff. Oh wait. A little? "Very much distraught" should be it. Then, super excited for what maths looked like to me. So, I went around ranting to every victim I could find. Apparently, still ranting about it.
2) Moving on. My sister has moved back into my house a couple of days ago. I hated her. I really hated her so much that I wouldn't wanna see her face. The dismaying face. I've sort of buried the hatchet. Sort of. But still not talking much to her. I forgot to mention, she's back with her kids as well. So instead of attempting any small talk with her, I talk to her kids who are terribly arrogant, demanding and impolite at times, but hell they can be cute and lovely too.
3) I've seen an article on why Mr. X regrets getting 10A1 in the SPM examination. He talked about mediocre talents. I think that very much applies to me. Except that I didn't get 10A+ (equivalent to 10A1). I can't play any musical instrument. I don't play any sports. I don't have any impressive talents. Oh maybe I do have, it's buried.
4) Life in National Service was very systematic. I used to wake up at 5.30am (Xiao Ling was my human alarm), morning assembly and exercises at 6, breakfast at 7.20, classes at 8.20, morning tea time at 10.30, lunch at 12.30 etc. It was like that. Every single day. I remember when I was in the camp, I naively promised myself that I'd maintain this systematic and healthy lifestyle even after I'm out of the camp. Now that I'm out and free, I've ended up watching dramas and movies until 3 in the morning. Or stalking people on Facebook. Or... just... anything... stupid and unproductive. Stupid, but I'm still doing it. I think I need to reboot my sleep cycle.
5) Just watched Mr Popper's Penguins the movie. It's like one of those make-believes, awesome movie featuring kyeopta penguins causing mayhem at every stop! Kids especially would love it. Pitch perfect fun.
6) Facebook nowadays often reminds me of the past, luring me to look backwards. My friends in school, in National Service. The memories are already created, etched on my heart and could never be wiped off. Be it happy ones or heart-breaking ones. Those days were whole lots of fun with laughter and tears (of real agony of remorse). We used to see each other every day. Now it's super hard to just meet up for a day. Everyone is so busy with their own schedule. I reckon it's gonna be worse when we're out to work.