It hurts much more than I thought It would.
by wenn on Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Plan A. Shattered.
It's holiday tomorrow. Luckily.
Plan B means Senior three.
Seems like ChongHwa doesn't want to release me yet.
But..
Alright.
That's back to the drawing board for me.
It's holiday tomorrow. Luckily.
Plan B means Senior three.
Seems like ChongHwa doesn't want to release me yet.
But..
Alright.
That's back to the drawing board for me.
capricious.
by wenn on Monday, October 10, 2011
It's really annoying how adult could be so predictably unpredictable.
Or was it just me?
Yesterday was the open day of my about-to-be Alma Mater
It's been a great pleasure aside from being inhumanly exhausting.
Anyway, most of the parent had already planned their child's future
Which college to go, what course to take, etcetera...
And they're just in primary school!
In contrast,
I'm about to sort-of-graduate.
And I'm still not really sure about the way ahead.
Oh, sure. Someone might say it's great to be in control of one's own future.
Problem is. It's way out of my safety limit.
Well, I just don't like being lost.
Like I used to be. Last year.
Well, the mist is starting to clear up. I guess?
More or less. It's already planned out.
So, sorry mom.
There's definitely no way I'm taking economics.
Even if it means getting to study in the UK.
Fingers crossed.
Or was it just me?
Yesterday was the open day of my about-to-be Alma Mater
It's been a great pleasure aside from being inhumanly exhausting.
Anyway, most of the parent had already planned their child's future
Which college to go, what course to take, etcetera...
And they're just in primary school!
In contrast,
I'm about to sort-of-graduate.
And I'm still not really sure about the way ahead.
Oh, sure. Someone might say it's great to be in control of one's own future.
Problem is. It's way out of my safety limit.
Well, I just don't like being lost.
Like I used to be. Last year.
Well, the mist is starting to clear up. I guess?
More or less. It's already planned out.
So, sorry mom.
There's definitely no way I'm taking economics.
Even if it means getting to study in the UK.
Fingers crossed.
collapsed.
by wenn on Monday, October 3, 2011
I was never a believer in fate.
Until now.
I don't know what's the definition of hard work
But I know I've given my everything for this trial.
And yet?
Fate has a weird sense of humour.
It's been playing me around for so long.
I can't help but think I'm predestined to never get my way.
I'm tired of fighting the losing battle.
But still I don't have the guts to let go.
Deja vu.
Until now.
I don't know what's the definition of hard work
But I know I've given my everything for this trial.
And yet?
Fate has a weird sense of humour.
It's been playing me around for so long.
I can't help but think I'm predestined to never get my way.
I'm tired of fighting the losing battle.
But still I don't have the guts to let go.
Deja vu.
You seemed like an interesting person.
by wenn on Saturday, October 1, 2011
So, trial ended.
Conclusion, there goes my 18k
The more I studied, the more I felt them slipping through my hand.
I don't even know if I can get 1k.
During 25 Sept, I was still torn between going and not going to the interview.
So, I make a daring choice.
I'm glad I did.
After the briefing, from which I know I'm the first of Group B, we were led to a series of corridor, the others were assigned to their specific interview rooms in threes. But I was the only one called to mine. When I opened the door which I hoped was somehow locked but wasn't, A blonde guy was sitting at the other end of the room. My interviewer, Easton Hanna. Canadian.
Great. Just great.
Some fun stuff.
Him: Why is there so much exams in Malaysia? (Not a question)
Me: No offence. But I don't really like America.
Him: It's okay. I'm not American. Me neither.
During the whole interview, I was speaking broken English, with pauses here and there. Come to think of it now, there's also quite a lot of funny/weird answers which I definitely would not use in my writing. Totally embarrassing! This might actually cost me the scholarship. Can I reverse the time? Speaking of time, It was so surprising that the session lasted for an hour. Have I really spoken that much? Hmm...
Well, although I did badly and probably didn't stand a chance against all those SMK students. I'm still hoping. Anyway, this was my first interview and I'm really glad I went. Every fragment of details was still fresh in my mind. Well, that just proved how embarrassing it was.
And the title. It was a statement he kept repeating. Yea, I know he's just pep-talking me.
Oh, and he kept telling me to sell myself.
I've been waiting for a week to blog about this. It's just plain exciting to be recalling it now. Even more breathtaking than finishing trial.
If only I could speak like I write. Sigh.
I do really need to speak more English. Seriously.
Conclusion, there goes my 18k
The more I studied, the more I felt them slipping through my hand.
I don't even know if I can get 1k.
During 25 Sept, I was still torn between going and not going to the interview.
So, I make a daring choice.
I'm glad I did.
After the briefing, from which I know I'm the first of Group B, we were led to a series of corridor, the others were assigned to their specific interview rooms in threes. But I was the only one called to mine. When I opened the door which I hoped was somehow locked but wasn't, A blonde guy was sitting at the other end of the room. My interviewer, Easton Hanna. Canadian.
Great. Just great.
Some fun stuff.
Him: Why is there so much exams in Malaysia? (Not a question)
Me: No offence. But I don't really like America.
Him: It's okay. I'm not American. Me neither.
During the whole interview, I was speaking broken English, with pauses here and there. Come to think of it now, there's also quite a lot of funny/weird answers which I definitely would not use in my writing. Totally embarrassing! This might actually cost me the scholarship. Can I reverse the time? Speaking of time, It was so surprising that the session lasted for an hour. Have I really spoken that much? Hmm...
Well, although I did badly and probably didn't stand a chance against all those SMK students. I'm still hoping. Anyway, this was my first interview and I'm really glad I went. Every fragment of details was still fresh in my mind. Well, that just proved how embarrassing it was.
And the title. It was a statement he kept repeating. Yea, I know he's just pep-talking me.
Oh, and he kept telling me to sell myself.
I've been waiting for a week to blog about this. It's just plain exciting to be recalling it now. Even more breathtaking than finishing trial.
If only I could speak like I write. Sigh.
I do really need to speak more English. Seriously.