Aussie-bound, Round 3
You know what, this is getting boring. Somebody going off this week or the other, all bound for the same city, but different campuses. Who is it this time? My fellow PM13er Natassya, and her friend Ling Mien, aiming for Biological Sciences and Actuarial Science, respectively at the University of Melbourne. Adieu!
Contrary to most people’s reaction to departures, I’m quite ambivalent to it. That might seem pretty heartless of me, but a few factors helped facilitate it. Among them was my experiences in the last 2 years meeting new friends and then parting ways soon after, my increasing preoccupation with the Internet allowing me to keep close contact with friends while not necessarily being in the same town, and things that demand my attention (yeah, college is over but working helped retain the status quo).
That, helped me alienate myself from the sorrows of people going on here and there, although not the subsequent emptiness when the realisation sets in that they’re in different time zones, and there’s less people around here now. Hopefully, by the end of this year, I’ll be just like them. Gaining new experience, and going through the rigours of gaining knowledge (otherwise known as the horrors of study). But currently, my dreams and reality are worlds apart, and the gulf seemed to be widening. My aim wavers, but hopefully my zeal remains unscathed. The Monash, Nottingham, and NUS or elsewhere question still lingers, but somehow I’m still hoping for something more, much more…trying to bite off more I can chew again. I never learnt from my lessons.
And the wait, has been stretched longer. Thanks to bureaucracy, my long wait is still unended. A trip to Shah Alam, filling in some forms and paying some fee is required, before the shipment undertakes its final leg of its journey, from KLIA to SJ.
Apart from the gloom, and the flickering of hope, at least all is not doom and gloom. As for my project, another round of testing was completed recently. Luckily, no negatives turned up. But most surprisingly, the results turned up to be exactly what I predicted it would be! Nothing much to cheer about, but at least it’s one less thing to be depressed about. Paradoxical right? I’m heartless, yet feel for things, and also apparently perpetually cheerful, but yet so depressed? Yup, I’m a unique bag of jigsaw puzzles, each piece of a different face, yet when fully assembled, yield another picture. It’s stable now, which is a happy thing for me. Something like a safe harbor in the midst of a chaotic sea, it provides a means for me to keep my head, when so much around me threatens to do otherwise. Now, on to the next phase! Slowly but gradually, of course!
Plus, it’s late for a something related to Valentines, but this is dedicated to the nice guys and girls out there. It’s the same thing Christine posted on Friendster, and what Joyce blogged about. I know some nice guys, but very little nice girls, so that shows how pathetic my life is.
