Interview

As the title suggests, SMU called me down for an interview for their School of Economics and Social Sciences. Well they called me twice actually. The first time was on Friday evening, telling me to come down yesterday at 5 p.m. Then on Saturday they called again. Apparently, there was some bureaucratic bungling and the second call shouldn't even have been made. Ah well.

Anyway, I made a most paiseh mistake by alighting at City Hall instead of Dhoby Ghaut station. Luckily D.J was with me and reminded me that the school's somewhere in between and it would probably be nearer and faster if we walked from Dhoby Ghaut. Indeed it was. And it took 50 minutes of waiting for a 10 minute+ interview. Even had time to grab and bite and slack around the campus before going in man. This is not good planning... Anyway, they asked the standard questions like why social science and what are your career goals etc. One of the interviewers also asked about my History and how it relates to the present day, about some politics and thereabouts. Okay lah, as usual I gave my politically-correct answers and of course, threw in a little bullshit here and there lah huh. Believe me when I say it works, well sometimes. Haha. ;) Went to Plaza Sing to shop for some Nike stuff after that, before meeting Daryl Tian back at JP for my second dinner.

Well I was pretty much impressed by the campus. Spankingly new and all. Didn't get a chance to interact much with anyone else besides the interviewers of course. Met Andrew Wong though, who's studying there now, abeit for a brief moment. But I'm still undecided as to whether I should take the plunge with SMU, or stick to my traditional choice of NUS. As for now, I'm still leaning more towards NUS Law and FASS. Well, I've got until say, June to accept any offers right? I don't know. Maybe I'll be more certain after the release of the results for shortlisted candidates for NUS Law School, and the interviews and all. We'll see. =)

And it's less than 10 DAYS to enlistment! The clock is ticking. Quite fast right I must say. Oh well.

I know I shouldn't be feeling this way; I don't even have the right to. But it's tough. It's so difficult to forget. To be able to let go completely. Everytime I look at those messages, those pictures... I can't bring myself to get rid of them, although one of the few ways to move on would mean having to delete them. The memories and everything - they're just so precious. To me.