Drama Moment
After trying to find out more about architecture (as a course in university, the aptitude test and interview, and as a career), it’s not looking promising.
Firstly, extremely tough to get in (80 students per intake). Also, horribly hectic as a course in university with piles of projects, which probably means that taking the course would entail numerous nights of crying and late-night coffee drinks. Then, creating 3D models for the aptitude test (so I have to learn how to like fold paper into cuboids?!) and providing a portfolio for the interview (too little time left, need to start churning out good sketches ASAP). THEN, low pay for a shit load of work, unless you’re like the Pablo Picasso of architects.
Shit, this is more worrisome than waiting for A level results, this is deciding what you want to do for the next 40 years. I don’t know if I am willing to pursue a potentially unsatisfying career (unfortunately, one’s pay is ultimately quite relevant to how satisfied one is with his career) for a chance to study what I like. Then again, I don’t know if I am willing to pursue a satisfying career (ie. business etc) if it means having to study what I’ve zero interest in. Life sucks, why can’t interests ever equate to a happy career. Then there are a whole lot of other choices yet to be explored – mass comm? Possibly law (but not likely)? Business? Psychology? Blah blah?
And we have to make this life-changing decision at 19?!
Hello, I don’t even know what I want for lunch tomorrow (Hmm but pasta sounds good), let alone what I want to do for the next three-quarters of my life!
The Results
FUCK YEAH!
So bloody relieved, and I’m extremely glad that some of my friends are happy too.
Math was a pleasant surprise that totally popped out of nowhere. In year 2, the barrier beyond an E grade seemed impossible break and my tuition teacher had begun to conveniently replace himself with an A level graduate who was a pretty crappy teacher, and I thought for sure that the huge number of China Scholars and Science fac overachievers would conquer the grade A range so… FUCK YEAH.
But unfortunately my other huge worry did come true in the end, a pretty realistic thing to worry about since it’s a lot harder to do well in A levels, as compared to the O levels where everyone got fantastic results. So, friends who are upset, honestly, just remember there will always be someone out there who did a whole lot worse, and REALLY, everything will work out fine in the end, plus my sister works at the NUS Admin office so, bomb me with questions about NUS if you need to.
Anyway attached to the results slip was a reminder about library fines.
Meh.
Wish Come True!
I’ve often wished that there was a club or pub in Singapore that had a 70’s or 80’s theme.
Now, my friend tells me that there’s one that EXISTS! He says it’s called The Pump Room, in Clarke Quay, and it plays 70’s and 80’s music all night long, although the crowd there is a little older.
BUT OH MY GOD, I. MUST. VISIT.
Retirement Plan
I used to think that when I retire, I will move to New Zealand and be a kiwi farmer (which, in retrospect, isn’t such a good idea because most major farms are operated by capital and not by manual labour anymore, plus I’d get sick of digging and reaping the crops especially at such an old age, I’d break my back. Yeah okay it’s a shitty idea). But now I have a new retirement dream – move to London and run a bed and breakfast!
We managed to find a really good bed and breakfast in Bath called the Apple Tree Guest House for a reasonable price, and the reviews are totally exciting (chocolate bars in the rooms! I like). Apparently this couple runs the B&B and they do all the cooking, cleaning, customer service etc. This is too cute – running a small business with my future husband, meeting new people everyday and hanging out at parks in my free time, I think I’d like that kind of life.
But anyway, back to the present – A level results. Sigh.
Protected: HWMNBN
Wavy friends
Denise: So you have anymore curvy friends?
Me: Huh curvy?
Denise: Like, wavy friends.
Me: Wavy?
Denise: Like, you know, not straight. Hehe.
Me: OHHHH.
Feel like setting up a Twitter account like twitter.com/jesussays or something.
It’ll be full of updates like, “Met Michael Jackson today, finally got his autograph (:”, “Just lunched with Buddha, hoho”, “I saw that” or something… Think it’d be quite funny for me haha. But then it might be too sensitive, plus I would mean that I’m pretty bored if I spend all my time thinking about regular updates…
Just a random thought…
Favourite song for now, starting to like European bands:
Anyway, thanks a lot a lot friends, for the birthday wishes, I’m very grateful. I used to invest a lot of importance in birthdays when I was younger, but then I realized that by harboring too high expectations and wishful thinking I end up not treasuring what I already have, so I decided to downplay the expectations this year and I’m happy. Spent the day with ZW before he booked in. I’m starting to become fond of neighborhood places where it’s more secluded and quiet, an answer to my frustration with the always crowded Orchard Road, where the crowds end up stomping on my feet, shoving me around or suffocating me with body heat and cigarette smoke.
Anyway, at some point the conversation turned to the topic of the impending A level results and subsequent choice of university courses. Sigh, I’m awfully worried for my results and equally so for my friends’ results too. It wouldn’t be a happy day at all if even one of us gets shitty results. A few days ago, Liz joked, “I don’t mind turning Christian for this period of time, I pray to God every night and day for my results.” To think our futures will be changed just by a piece of paper and a few alphabets… And then there was the usual dilemma of not knowing what to do in uni. ZW rolls his eyes and says he can’t fathom why I’m interested in buildings, I dunno, I hope it’s as interesting as I think it is.
When I got home, I don’t know why, maybe I ate too much sushi and doughnuts or my brain & mouth were overworked or it was the fatigue from the Malaysia trip, but I could barely keep my eyes open and flopped onto the bed in exhaustion. Woke up a few hours later, ate birthday cake with my family, did some chores and here I am. Simple day, but grateful to have had someone to spend the day with and to have had friends who remembered.
Oo Skins Season 4 has started already, time to watch soon!!!
Turning 19 soon in 5 days, my last ‘-teen’ year. Not really feeling it this year, just been feeling very jaded from some stuff recently. My dream of visiting the zoo is slipping away… And I’ve been too lazy to go these few years anyway haha, I have no idea where it is, it’s just somewhere far.
Anyway I’ve just been feeling crabby… Plus, I gotta go back to Malaysia this Saturday to visit relatives, my dad’s side. I know a lot of friends say that I’m lucky to have parents and a sibling all from different countries so I get to travel and visit other places besides SG, but sometimes I just want to stay here during the holidays and not have to face relatives all the time. Sounds petty and ungrateful, but traveling around to the same places too often and facing people you don’t really want to hang out with (ie. My spoilt brat of a cousin – the William Hung lookalike, who will no doubt be tapping away at his PSP while speaking rudely to my parents when I see him this weekend) would make one feel almost as jaded as staying in one place all the time too…
Crab crab crabby