Random spewing

Man, I can't believe it's been two years since I first stepped foot in CFS PJ.

I've changed a LOT.

Financially, I had a lucrative job and was spending like a maniac. Subtitling crappy Malay dramas was easy money, but at the cost of killing your brain for the two hours it takes to finish the work. Some of the actors were so darn ugly, I sometimes stuck a piece of paper on the monitor so I wouldn't have to see them and their cakey faces. I wished I could put the show on mute so that I didn't have to listen to their voices, but then that defeated the whole point of subtitling. As for the scripts? Gargh, methinks that the scrip-writers do their jobs in drunken stupors. How else can you justify scene upon scene upon scene upon scene of repetitious whining that is not even remotely entertaining? And a storyline that only a sadistic teenager would come up with? Oh, by the way, why is it that villains in Malay dramas either end up suddenly crazy, or suddenly dead? Like, one minute, they're cackling wickedly over having just pushed the protagonist out of a speeding car, and the next minute, they're either talking to themselves in baby voices and getting shipped off to a mental institution for life, or they get run over by a car. Talk about lazy writing.

Now, I'm jobless, dead broke and figuring out how to do the PTPTN thingy. IT IS SO COMPLICATED YOU GUYS. Especially since I have to do extra paperwork because I'm applying for it after one year of studying in uni. Sigh =/

Plus I was way more active back then. In Nilai, I had so many posts in so many clubs I could barely keep track. I only got back to my room past one, and I literally slept with society reports and BTQ notes scattered around me, while warning letters lay buried under my pillow. It was exhausting, but at the same time, I learned a LOT, and met all kinds of people I probably wouldn't even bother approaching under normal circumstances. Plus, it was kind of an ego boost to see endless posters with a tiny pic of me plastered in every building on campus. Tee hee!

Now? Nada. Besides Green Team, which barely takes up my time because there's not much to do besides write articles and clean up a river now and then, I am doing nothing even remotely extra-curricular. Oh, wait, there are the random emcee stints that I get contacted for. So, from Secretary of the Student Council to a freelance emcee and occasional river-cleaner. Hmmm... I've definitely gone a long way.
*Mental note: JOIN A CLUB NEXT SEMESTER. Preferably with a whole bunch of new faces.

Before, I used to be really trusting and outgoing. I'd blab out all my secrets to my close friends, let them read all my text messages (but not look through my photos -- but that was only because I was embarrassed by the crappy quality of my phone's camera), and would trust them with my life. During short sem, with zero club activity, I treated my roommates like family. Slept with them (once I accidentally hugged my roommate in my sleep, causing her to shriek and jump off the bed), ate with them (we had a huge box where everyone contributed food, some more than others, and every evening we'd gather around the toaster for a Nutella-with-toast session), joked with them (the lesbian variety included), and even randomly insulted them in the name of good humour.

Now, I rarely open up to people. During my first semester in Gombak, certain experiences traumatised me to the point that I never wanted to make friends again, and would burst into agitated tears at the thought of having to hang out with other people. Emo, I know. I'm okay now, because time can be really healing, but it's definitely taught me to be more wary about getting close to people. My current roommates? I can't even remember their names. My current classmates? The one or two I talk to are nice, but I would never dare to hang out with them outside of class. I'm such an introvert. Argh.

I was 17 when I first entered CFS. Next month I'm going to be 20. Wow. Time flies.