We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Letters.
I think it's the relief of knowing you'll at least be going somewhere. The past days, or even weeks saw me waiting for the letters that never seem to arrive, and I kept asking myself, what if, what if they just don't reach. How am I going to spend one year.
But despite all that, the nonchalant part of me kept telling myself, aiyah, will come one lah, my results alright what. But I swear, until you actually really truly receive a piece of paper that says Congratulations, you can never feel at ease. And when you finally do get it, you feel stupid worrying over nothing.
However.
Today I received two rejection letters telling me I've not gotten into either NUS or NTU, which are by far (and can only be) the two universities I applied for. I don't konw why, maybe because of the order of my choices, maybe because relative to others, I didn't do as good as I thought. But the fact that I can't even get into FASS makes me feel like eating the keyboard.
Alright, I just hala-ed you. Did you really believe that? My, I'm such a seasoned liar aren't I?
I got into NTU Econs. Now I'm waiting for the NUS letter to tell me I got into FASS. And then when I do, I'll fret over which school to go. I don't know, I think I'll seek out people in FASS and talk to them. I just knew someone who's second year in FASS, and he majors in Economics. I guess I'll just talk more to him. But you know I suck at making decisions, why else would I take Science in JC?
And of all things, I feel stupid hoping to do Econs in universities when I already threw away ALL my econs notes (and they're pretty comprehensive, considering the amount of time I spent making my own notes). I just have to find some kind of love for that subject again, that I had in JC1, and depleted gradually with each double Econs.
And now everytime I think of that subject, I shiver abit thinking about the A'level essay and how sarney-screwed (I meant to say barney, but then I want alliteration) it was. Nevermind.
Anyway, I'm sick. I went to work from 0830-0930 today before deciding I can't take the migraine any further. I felt like my head was going to explode into a gazillion pieces and fed to sharks. And the flu is horrible, horrible, horrible. Oh, speaking of flu, someone told me a really funny thing last night because I mentioned I can't breathe because of the flu.
Pigs can't fly, but swine flu.
It made me laugh out loud in front of the computer. To which my mother thought I was gagging because my laughter sounded weird with the flu. What the tarney.
I went to see the doctor next to my office and waited a hefty 1 hour 10 minutes before I finally got to see the weird doctor who insisted 38degrees celcius is not a fever. I've also lost my voice and I sound TOTALLY like Ah Du. You can call me and talk to me on phone if you're a fan of Ah Du. I'll try singing you Jian Chi Dao Di.
I'm feeling better now after taking the medicine and a nap. :)
Restaurant City is down on maintenance. D:
Alright, I'll blog again later if RC is still down like syndrome and I've nothing to do. Byebye.
7:12:00 PM because I say so
But despite all that, the nonchalant part of me kept telling myself, aiyah, will come one lah, my results alright what. But I swear, until you actually really truly receive a piece of paper that says Congratulations, you can never feel at ease. And when you finally do get it, you feel stupid worrying over nothing.
However.
Today I received two rejection letters telling me I've not gotten into either NUS or NTU, which are by far (and can only be) the two universities I applied for. I don't konw why, maybe because of the order of my choices, maybe because relative to others, I didn't do as good as I thought. But the fact that I can't even get into FASS makes me feel like eating the keyboard.
Alright, I just hala-ed you. Did you really believe that? My, I'm such a seasoned liar aren't I?
I got into NTU Econs. Now I'm waiting for the NUS letter to tell me I got into FASS. And then when I do, I'll fret over which school to go. I don't know, I think I'll seek out people in FASS and talk to them. I just knew someone who's second year in FASS, and he majors in Economics. I guess I'll just talk more to him. But you know I suck at making decisions, why else would I take Science in JC?
And of all things, I feel stupid hoping to do Econs in universities when I already threw away ALL my econs notes (and they're pretty comprehensive, considering the amount of time I spent making my own notes). I just have to find some kind of love for that subject again, that I had in JC1, and depleted gradually with each double Econs.
And now everytime I think of that subject, I shiver abit thinking about the A'level essay and how sarney-screwed (I meant to say barney, but then I want alliteration) it was. Nevermind.
Anyway, I'm sick. I went to work from 0830-0930 today before deciding I can't take the migraine any further. I felt like my head was going to explode into a gazillion pieces and fed to sharks. And the flu is horrible, horrible, horrible. Oh, speaking of flu, someone told me a really funny thing last night because I mentioned I can't breathe because of the flu.
Pigs can't fly, but swine flu.
It made me laugh out loud in front of the computer. To which my mother thought I was gagging because my laughter sounded weird with the flu. What the tarney.
I went to see the doctor next to my office and waited a hefty 1 hour 10 minutes before I finally got to see the weird doctor who insisted 38degrees celcius is not a fever. I've also lost my voice and I sound TOTALLY like Ah Du. You can call me and talk to me on phone if you're a fan of Ah Du. I'll try singing you Jian Chi Dao Di.
I'm feeling better now after taking the medicine and a nap. :)
Restaurant City is down on maintenance. D:
Alright, I'll blog again later if RC is still down like syndrome and I've nothing to do. Byebye.
7:12:00 PM because I say so