Hello people.
Well, as I so frequently mentioned in my blog posts, I started my college life a little over a month ago. It's a whole new journey for me, a lot of new experiences gained, terrible mood swings and of course, the never-ending homesickness.
The phrase "living alone" doesn't indicate that I have an apartment all by myself. Not really that alone; since I have seven others living with me in the same unit. I'm living in the school hostel right now, straight up to 20th floor of the building. I'm sharing my room with sotong (we requested for it, and it costed us 100 bucks each. Ouch) and sharing the commonplace with six other people.
Living independently means that I have to take up a lot of responsibilities. I used to be the most pampered at home, as my brother and my parents really dote on me, where most of the house chores were done by them for me when I lived back home. Now I have to make my own bed, wash my own clothes, cook my own food and do everything by myself.
For most of the time, I missed my family so terribly much. This definitely contributed to my good nature to them whenever I headed back home during the weekends. Also, it also made me feel excited for the coming Chinese New Year for the first time. I never really liked Chinese New Year, in fact, it's safe to say that I never really like it for the whole of my life. Well, that changes this year since Chinese New Year = Holidays and that means that I can spend a lot more time with my family than ever.
Outside food had become a huge part of my life without my mom's home cooking. I lost my appetite for the first week I got here, and I was craving so badly for home food. Well... things changed after I got back my appetite and it's safe to say that I'd put on some quality fats. Fingers-crossed that I still can fit into my New Year dresses. Things surely get better after I sneaked around cooking for my roommate and I, since she only knows how to cook rice and nothing else.
I'll continue to moan about living alone if you'll let me, but I'm aching to tell you guys my good news! Remember that I went for my ATCL recital last December?
I FREAKING PASSED THE RECITAL AND GOT MY DIPLOMA.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I was so shocked that I actually passed. Got 72 out of 100, it's already great enough for me. I thought I passed and went to heaven or else, dreaming when my piano teacher sent a congratulation sticker to me through LINE. I was so freaking happy but resisted the urge to scream since I was in the middle of Christian Fellowship and obviously I couldn't scream out loud. Since they'll think that I'm cuckoo and send me to an asylum.
Anyway, I immediately texted my mom and my besties. We're all so excited about it and I went to celebrate at night with sotong. Well, not really celebrate, we just got something a bit nicer to eat, and that's it. Now that I'm in charge of my own pocket money, I have to be really careful on what I spend on. But still, I can't wrap my head around the fact that I actually passed!!!
That means that I can get into a graduation robe and throw the graduation cap into the air!!!!!
All those torture to my fingers were totally WORTH IT. Now I just have one more result to anticipate, my SPM result is coming out on March 3rd and I really, really hoped I didn't screw it.
Wow. It's almost one a.m. now and I'm still in school typing away.
I think I might go now, see you guys next time!
Till next time people.
xx
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