From 2007 to 2009

Survival Kit 2009

My sidekicks for 2009:

• Nokia 6600 Slide
• Moleskine Weekly Notebook
• iPod Touch
• MacBook
• WD Passport Essential

2008 was never blog-worthy…

2009 is gonna be loads better than 2008

Happy New Year!

“I’ll show you the roof. It’s upstairs.” – Cora (Music and Lyrics)

Just like roofs which are expected to be upstairs (I hope so), my earlybird application antics produced a desired result. I snapped up the earliest slot for the interviews on Wednesday morning, and turned up for an unorthodox interrogation of sorts along with 5 random potential classmates. Overall, it went bad for me. The way I planned my answers was completely wrong as I found myself being interrupted mid-sentence everytime, partially because I did not adhere to a “one-minute rule” for answering, which runs counter to my “orthodox” interview strategy of giving embellished answers which usually go like this, “<pseudo-intellectual analysis><insert interesting anecdote here><pseudo-intellectual conclusion>”, terribly fake but generally effective. To make things worse, they had to ask the question I’ve dreaded most during interviews albeit indirectly – “Which is your weakest subject?”. Thank goodness they didn’t ask me to explain my grade in math, which blighted my otherwise decent A Level results.

Anyway, speaking to SMU students this past week has been extremely discouraging. With exams coming up and countless projects to complete, their zombified dispositions from camping in the library (I just heard it’s open 24/7) is extremely daunting. On the bright side, the late nights are terribly similar to my current lifestyle, except I probably get 3x the amount of sleep, and I thought JC was the worst of the lot.

My options are few right now, and 4 years in Stress Management University is still more appealing to me than NUS Engineering. I’ve already thrown my overseas opportunities out of the window, including a large envelope from the UWA faculty of medicine which went into the bin, hopefully that wouldn’t prove to be my biggest regret ever. Damn it, this chronic indecision, what do I really want?

Push me
And then just touch me
Till I can get my
Satisfaction

~Nothing actually happened~

I just blew a chance right IN MY FACE. Ugh.

Fucked is a terribly inadequate adjective for my current state of mind.

Maybe I’ll tell you if you ask.