Went to the Australian uni open house today with bee. Got rejected by 2 unis cause my GPA is not good enough to get into their vet degrees. sighs. so now i'm looking at alternative degrees at UQ.
When i got home and when my mum knew about me wanting to apply overseas, she immediately said no, and said on the spot that i'll only go there to play, not to study. and that she wants me to study business in singapore instead.
#$%#@ LA. Think whatever she wants to think. i'll apply for a bank loan myself. then at least the tuition fees are settled. and even if application is successful, i can only start semester in jan 2012. so until then at least i can save up quite abit for living cost bah.
whatever.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
tell me what do you see in me
sometimes it seems like running away is the only option in a tough situation, sometimes it seems like running away is the most reasonable option you have. well, maybe most of the time for me.
It's been quite a whirlwind of events recently, and i'm going to be busy helping my parents out at the stall since CNY is coming soon. sighs, so many pressing issues.. and i just wanna run away. i don't want to face anything or anyone. I've a baby bat and two dogs to keep me happy. maybe i should just grab them and escape to some unknown island and start a tribe or something like that.
But then again, I can't. Damn everything. I think i'm going through one of those periods in life where i feel like i cannot trust anyone, cannot be tolerant of anyone and i feel like things are all just jumbled up in a mess. waiting for me to untangle them and sort them nicely.
yeah, sure call me insecure, immature, impractical, whichever. Fact is, everyone goes through this period, right? unless you are retarded lah. no offense, but it's true, everyone goes through this period. and i'm not going to say sorry or anything stupid about it.
ah, whatever.
Wish we didn't need to be seperated cause of NS and all. Wish you could hear me out everyday. Wish I knew what you are doing every single second without u telling me. wish i was able to go out for as long as i want, whereever i want. Wish we can laugh, be happy, go out and play again.. wishes wishes...
.and I wish for more love.
It's jan 2011. We're 4 years old now. somehow the number doesn't seem to faze me. maybe numbers don't matter anymore?
Friday, January 07, 2011
tell me what do you see in me
