Sunday, August 15, 2004
Finally,
finally got around to reading that Scholarship Guide. Damn scholarship boards and their damned preferences for Econs/Engineering/IT/Computer Science degrees. If I were a double-maths student keen on Engineering, I'll have a whole slew of scholarships to shop for; ditto Econs, Business Administration, Accountancy etc. But I've already burnt all my bridges with Econs and I was never a Physics/Engineering person to begin with.
The things I
may be interested in will either lead me on the path to unemployment or research, and try as I might, I can't convince myself that I'm
truly, madly, deeply passionate about research, because I can never envision myself doing anything noteworthy in that area. A mediocre, routine lab career, maybe - but then again I don't see how that would make an impression on A*Star.
SPH? I do enjoy writing, but a timid journalist lacking initiative will never amount to much. ST Technologies? MOH?
... perhaps I should just give up on the overseas uni gig and study Pharmacy at NUS. Path of least resistance. Sheltering within the secure confines of the comfort zone.
What the hell. Overseas will probably kill me anyway.
I find that the hours after 12 midnight constitute the only real personal time I'm going to get for the next few weeks. Too brain-tired to accomplish any real revision, and with my sister finally off the computer and safely in bed, I have the ideal excuse to - ahahaha - indulge.
My sister is bent on procuring a full copy of Rollercoaster Tycoon 2. I pray that she doesn't succeed anytime soon - that game is one of the few I find to be irresistably addictive. From past experience, I know that I enjoy landscaping the park to aesthetic perfection, laying out footpaths, building stalls and rides in an orderly manner, strategically positioning entrances and exits for maximum profit, redirecting pixel minions to cleaning up the ever-present and ever-annoying puddles of vomit, constantly checking on profit margins and adjusting prices of everything, even the restrooms. And so on. What can I possibly say? It's all very indicative.
words were spilled on Sunday, August 15, 2004