think. visualise. believe. confess.

if you’re scared, then it means you have something to lose. having something to lose, beats having nothing to lose. so it’s ok to be scared.

Suddenly, I realised the enormity of my decision to study in Birmingham. It’s my future, it’s my life. It’s so much money involved. It’s practically going to determine the course of my life. It’s like what the economists say, ‘ Putting all your eggs in one basket.’ If I screw up, I’m as good as shit, and I’ll probably spend the rest of my whole damned life kissing frogs to pay back the banks.

I cannot afford to screw up.

I would graduate with a Bachelor of Everything and a Bachelor of You.

First Class.

Can I major in media photography and minor in medicine, english, broadcasting, advertising, sociology, music, mass communication, public relations, and anthropology?

Can I major in you?

I want to study medicine.
I want to study english.
I want to study photography.
I want to study journalism.
I want to study broadcasting.
I want to study advertising.
I want to study sociology.
I want to study music.
I want to study mass communication.
I want to study public relations.
I want to study anthropology.
I want to study you.

London offered me an interview session for direct admission last Sunday. I said alright but decided against it in the end. I don’t know if I did the right thing but I’ll stick with Birmingham, for now.

Maybe I’ll go in year 2013. (:

I visited SAJC last Friday. It’s been a long time since I went back, and there were quite a number of changes to the school. It wasn’t a planned trip, rather impromptu because I just felt like going in since I was just right outside. I felt like drinking the Longan Ice and Teh Peng with more milk again. I didn’t get the chance to though.

I miss studying.

i miss flipping through my bio notes,
and cramming through all those chem equations and theories,
doing and re-doing all those maths tutorials,
struggling to understand all those economic concepts and markets.

i miss being the sleeping monster in class,
staying till late just to plan for another school event,
the fortnightly chapel sessions in the cc,
singing the school song and hymn.

You might think I’m just saying this because I’m not taking any exams or A levels now,
but I beg to differ.

I wish I could fly to Birmingham and start school now.

ECU wants me. (:
QU wants me. (:
BU wants me. (: (:

UNSW apparently lost my application. Well, who cares.

BCU wants me.
IT’S OFFICIAL. LIKE FINALLY.
ACCEPTANCE IS SWEET. (: (: (: (: (:

Updated 06 Oct.

I’ve done it. I’ve submitted my UK university application. Australia as well, though it’s just for fun. I want to know that they want me, I hope. (:

Now I’ll wait.