After a long long wait, Cornell finally tells me that "they will postpone a final decision on your application". AHHHH. What a heartache. I will only know in mid-April the FINAL FINAL FINAL decision.
The effort, is it worth it? Sometimes, it can get quite tiring, to be honest. All this scholarship and university application. Am I to APPLY for another UNI ALL OVER AGAIN!??! Scrambling to boil teeming personalities in a small pot, hoping that it all condenses into what is the essence of one's character.
Now, how would you introduce yourself? If you'd skipped a beat, thought for a while, or stuttered, then maybe you still don't know who you really are. Or what it is about you that makes you you. That's why I think, what am I going to write in my essay, what is it that this piece of writing is going to show? O, I skip a beat, think and stutter and WORSE, I still can't quite figure it out.
Have been hanging around, waiting at tables and cooking a storm in an Ang Mo Kio coffee shop this week. I kind of like this humble life, the feeling of never being very consequential, the feeling of freedom to mingle with all walks of life. The Auntie with the backache problem, the Uncle with decades-old Army stories to tell,
the cynicism surrounding life and the impending end, the latest gossip about the most recent folktalk. But there's also the diva cook, the drugs in the toilet (real!) , the drunkards who makes out at the back alley, the all-too-demanding customer. There's lots of excitement in the mundane, and the story of the coffee shop tycoon that started his franchise is especially inspiring.
But I also kind of miss the high life. The feeling of being kind of consequential. Like the actor's self-importance, the officer's shouldered responsiblity, the emcee's stronghold in an event dominated by an audience. It's kind of like a whale's life, you can stay beneath the water, but sometimes, you wish you could flaunt that plump body to the world, or take in a breath of fresh air, to use your lungs instead of your gills if there ever is such a thing.
The effort, is it worth it? Sometimes, it can get quite tiring, to be honest. All this scholarship and university application. Am I to APPLY for another UNI ALL OVER AGAIN!??! Scrambling to boil teeming personalities in a small pot, hoping that it all condenses into what is the essence of one's character.
Now, how would you introduce yourself? If you'd skipped a beat, thought for a while, or stuttered, then maybe you still don't know who you really are. Or what it is about you that makes you you. That's why I think, what am I going to write in my essay, what is it that this piece of writing is going to show? O, I skip a beat, think and stutter and WORSE, I still can't quite figure it out.
Have been hanging around, waiting at tables and cooking a storm in an Ang Mo Kio coffee shop this week. I kind of like this humble life, the feeling of never being very consequential, the feeling of freedom to mingle with all walks of life. The Auntie with the backache problem, the Uncle with decades-old Army stories to tell,
the cynicism surrounding life and the impending end, the latest gossip about the most recent folktalk. But there's also the diva cook, the drugs in the toilet (real!) , the drunkards who makes out at the back alley, the all-too-demanding customer. There's lots of excitement in the mundane, and the story of the coffee shop tycoon that started his franchise is especially inspiring.
But I also kind of miss the high life. The feeling of being kind of consequential. Like the actor's self-importance, the officer's shouldered responsiblity, the emcee's stronghold in an event dominated by an audience. It's kind of like a whale's life, you can stay beneath the water, but sometimes, you wish you could flaunt that plump body to the world, or take in a breath of fresh air, to use your lungs instead of your gills if there ever is such a thing.