Applications

So I've just applied for SMU. Again. More like the third time in three years. Yes, I'm very prone to such impulse-driven decisions. This time it wasn't Law. But Social Science. And Business Management. I don't think I'll qualify for a double degree but, well, there's no harm in trying I guess (except the wasted $15 application fee). Even if I don't get it, I'll still have a place to call home! So we'll wait and see. =)

NUS offers double degrees too, but with less flexibility. So if I do stick to my choice, I'll probably try for the USP. Which involves more essay writing again. Sucks man. Especially at a time when my brain has generally degraded and creative juices don't flow like they used to. Now I've gotta do more reading, especially about the new courses for consideration. Like Business.

Then there are the financial aid packages to consider. Application is by no means easy and the number of forms to fill and red tape to get through is daunting. And that's not including the scholarships that I've already applied for. Well, only two lah so far, but that's the best I can go for anyway.

Back in 2006, when I first applied to the universities, I was so confident about the next step. I mean, it seemed pretty straightforward. Was. University life also seemed very far away. Too far away that I was like... aiyah, still got three more years worry what? Seemed. Now I'm left with like less than five months - one month if you count the deadline for the applications. So how.
Anyway, I was browsing through old Temasek Secondary yearbooks in a valiant attempt to clear out some stuff before the BIG SHIFT. Besides the nostalgic feelings and laughter at how silly we looked last time, there was something else.

On a side note, if all courses, faculties, schools and universities actively promote themselves to be grooming future leaders, who's going to do all the following? Hah. I bet you didn't think of that right.

You know, as we attend all the twenty-first birthdays this year, sure we enjoy ourselves and celebrate. But the mood is almost reflective at the same time. As we come of age, we start to reminisce about our childhood, even our youth, and we begin to take stock of how far we've come. We think back of what we've accomplished (or not accomplished) in the past, and start to contemplate the next step. I can't explain it. It's that stage of our lives I guess. Hmmm.

Yes we were much lamer then. It's lamerz with a z. Haha.