A/N: Just a sidenote. Whenever you see the symbol ~, it means I stopped writing at some point and then continued after. Yeah, I'm weird.
Anyways, enjoy!
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26th June 2014. Thursday
Okay.
So this is what happens when I decide to write this thing a few hours before the Gala Night for MiDAS 5.0.
The time is exactly 12:38a.m right now and I just got back from MiDAS, shared a meal with two of my housemates on the same plate, tasted ‘Budu’ (is that how you spell it????) for the first time and absolutely proud of my juniors!
I’ll be honest with you –since I already said there will be no lies but only the truth- I was more than worried for them because of the last minute arrangements, choreography, acting and effects.
Of course, being me, it would seem as if I don’t give a damn about what will go down during the performance. Inside though, I was hectic!
I thought they were going to mess up on stage and such but it turned out the opposite. I wanted to cry when they did well on their performance, when the crowd went wild and wanted more. I was proud of them.
Wait, was?
Let me rephrase that. I am proud of them.
I know that I wasn’t much help –more like useless- during their practice and stuff but I’m glad to have been there, to have seen what they had to go through just to perform incredibly on stage.
Since I’m literally letting you in my head, I’ll tell you now so that I can get it out of the way.
I personally like Inna and Acap because they happened to be the main reason why the group is able to make such a performance. They are incredible and awesome!
Like me!
I am AWESOME!!
Pfft!
Me? Awesome? Yeah, right.
No way will that ever happen. Though I will always say I am awesome whenever I don’t know what else to say or whenever I feel like it.
(I actually do this with my brother and sisters to the point they got tired of me and accepted that I am AWESOME! Not!)
Hey! I’m pretty sure a lot of you have been wondering –or at least wondered once- ‘What is going on in Salma’s head?’
Well, you got it! This is real! This is me!
I guess I can start telling you my point of view since the first semester now before I got tired of writing. What? My hand can get tired too, no matter how much I like writing.
Okay, first thing first, everyone needs to know how I ‘actually’ got in here. I feel ashamed of myself but since I didn’t want to let anyone down, I kept going and did my best and now, here I am, writing this for my fellow batch mates. Umm . . . Yeah, how is this inspiring? I don’t get how my brain works sometimes. Sigh.
Before I stray off topic again and before I write down what I want to let you know, I need to go to the toilet first. Literally!
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Okay, I’m out of the toilet; got my earphones on listening to . . . I’ll admit I don’t know what the song is called or who sings this song. So, I’m all set.
How did I ‘actually’ got in to UiTM?
I’ll give you a hint. It involves my father. I’m sure by now everyone knows who he is, right?
I did go through the procedure like all of you did. The only difference is that . . .
I failed the interview part.
(Laugh all you want right now because I deserve it. I mean, it’s not even hard to believe I failed the interview. I can’t even talk properly in front of my classmates.)
This is where my father comes in. Apparently, he knows almost everyone from this faculty, even worked with them before and vice versa.
If you still haven’t guessed it yet, I’ll tell you now. I am able to be where I am now because my father has connections with the people here.
Basically, I got in because I’m his daughter not because I passed for being me. That’s why I’m ashamed of myself and I have to live with this for the rest of my life.
To my fellow classmates, you were the first to notice my sudden appearance in this faculty so now, you know why I got in late and never got to experience MDS.
The first few days I was there, I felt that I didn’t deserve to be there. I didn’t deserve to be with all of you.
The only thing that kept me firmly here is the fact that I have to take care of my father’s name. Also, I didn’t want to let him down. He is the main reason I’m here right now so I’m not going to disappoint him by quitting this whole thing.
So now you know.
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When I heard about this whole induction thing, I wasn’t really clear on what it really is. I heard stories from fellow classmates, housemates. Hearing their stories, my first thought was ‘Am I finally going to get bullied?’
Yeah. I thought that. Throughout my school days, it was pretty much impossible for anyone to bully me because of my brother’s reputation. That is a story for another time.
What I didn’t expect was that induction days became the best days of my life since forever. I can’t really say everything that happened during induction –because my brain really likes deleting good memories and I have no idea why- but there is that one day I clearly remembered and absolutely love that day.
The day of the birthday prank.
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(I fell asleep because I was too tired and woke up at 8:30a.m but went back to sleep and finally woke up at 10:30a.m)
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Believe me when I say I didn’t expect it at all and it was all because I never got pranked before. (Courtesy of my brother) -_-
When my name was called, I wasn’t surprised and it was all because I was expecting them to call my name. I don’t even know why I was expecting it.
I guess, always expect the worst before expecting the best so you would be mentally prepared if the worst comes.
Yeah. If you are able to understand how my brain works, I will salute you! Even I sometimes can’t understand my brain.
Anyway, I was expecting it but I still got scared because I was like ‘What did I do?’ I didn’t even want to think anymore. I just wanted to shut down so I won’t have to know what they were going to do to us.
I’m glad I’m not the kind that will literally shut down because of a little pressure though because now I have marked that day as the best day of my life.
I was speechless after they poured the water mixed with eggs and whatever was in that thing. What made me even more speechless was when flour was poured on top of our heads and they started singing ~Happy birthday to you~
I wanted to cry tears of joy but I was still in shock that it never happened. I guess you can say I never thought that with only just a prank, I could actually love our seniors even more.
After that, I felt alive. No. I felt reborn but as you can see, I made no changes in my personality. Why am I so quiet? You guys and girls must be wondering that by now or have always wondered that or have wondered about it once.
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Yup, I like it when I took a break from writing to do other stuff and not let you know about it first. >_<
I just ate. The time is 12:39p.m so, of course, I just had lunch. Now, I’m full and just want to be lazy but I can’t.
Why am I so quiet?
Do I want to reveal this big secret of mine now? It feels like it’s too early for this to be revealed.
Maybe I could tell you but not today. Tomorrow, maybe, because for today’s story it is very long and I feel like maybe I should continue my story tomorrow. Okay. Until tomorrow.
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A/N: That was it for this entry Blast From the Past. I'll upload more when I feel like it. So, yeah. Hehehe
Sincerely,
CK Salma