A New Dawn, A New Day
You know what? I've never felt the way I've felt on results day. The feeling of relief, that I didn't flop like a loser, mixed with the feeling of regret that I didn't achieve my true potential like many of peers had.
So I guess from my morose mood, I didn't do very well did I?
Like a lost sheep, I followed Siu Sing round the NUS open house yesterday. Really really don't know what I want to do. Earlier on, I wanted to do business, but alas, a business degree now is worth as much as the paper its printed on. Though I still don't know what I want to do, after the whole thing was done, I managed to scratch a rough idea from my Civil Defence-induced coma of a brain of what I wanted to do.
We proceeded on with a journey to SMU. Four words could sum up the experience there. "All presentation, no content." The only reason I dragged Siu Sing and Muhd there was probably to check out their new law school. It wasn't of a comfort that my grades were the bare minimum requirements, with the exception of GP, which amusingly, the arts students in MJ did atrociously for ( For which I'm sure is retribution for looking down on science students' lack of imagination and creativity). But I'm sure even IF I managed to score an interview, I'll probably fail it, seeing as how it takes me ages to construct sound English sentences, be it in written form or oral.
Though with all the regret I have for not putting in my utmost, for what had been the most important exam in my life ever, there is a little reprieve that my results are better than some, if not few people.
4 more weeks till I get out of recruit life, 4 more weeks to end the torment, the personal mental toll on my intelligence.
2 more weeks for me to decide which course I should take. Damn. No one told me that life just throws everything it has at you, the moment you receive your result slip. All decision making is on our own now. We have to manage or money, time and future now.
I guess I shouldn't have bought the XBox wheel should I? Its one hell of a distraction.
So I guess from my morose mood, I didn't do very well did I?
Like a lost sheep, I followed Siu Sing round the NUS open house yesterday. Really really don't know what I want to do. Earlier on, I wanted to do business, but alas, a business degree now is worth as much as the paper its printed on. Though I still don't know what I want to do, after the whole thing was done, I managed to scratch a rough idea from my Civil Defence-induced coma of a brain of what I wanted to do.
We proceeded on with a journey to SMU. Four words could sum up the experience there. "All presentation, no content." The only reason I dragged Siu Sing and Muhd there was probably to check out their new law school. It wasn't of a comfort that my grades were the bare minimum requirements, with the exception of GP, which amusingly, the arts students in MJ did atrociously for ( For which I'm sure is retribution for looking down on science students' lack of imagination and creativity). But I'm sure even IF I managed to score an interview, I'll probably fail it, seeing as how it takes me ages to construct sound English sentences, be it in written form or oral.
Though with all the regret I have for not putting in my utmost, for what had been the most important exam in my life ever, there is a little reprieve that my results are better than some, if not few people.
4 more weeks till I get out of recruit life, 4 more weeks to end the torment, the personal mental toll on my intelligence.
2 more weeks for me to decide which course I should take. Damn. No one told me that life just throws everything it has at you, the moment you receive your result slip. All decision making is on our own now. We have to manage or money, time and future now.
I guess I shouldn't have bought the XBox wheel should I? Its one hell of a distraction.
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