May 8, 2013
The Yale-NUS Admissions Committee has completed its evaluation of candidates in this round of admission, and I am genuinely sorry that we are not able to offer you a place at the College.
I realize that this decision may come as a disappointment. I also hope you will understand that this decision reflects only the extraordinary range of talents represented in our applicant pool, not a judgment of your own abilities or potential. Of the thousands of students who applied to Yale-NUS, most are fully capable of doing outstanding work and making unique contributions in a college or university community.
You may be tempted to ask what was lacking in your application. In truth, it is usually difficult for us to point to obvious weaknesses when so many applicants have demonstrated real achievement and potential for the future. Our decisions say far more about the small number of spaces available and the difficult choices we make than they do about a candidate’s personal and academic promise.
While regretting that we were not able to respond positively to your interest in Yale-NUS, I want to wish you every success in your educational pursuits.
Dean of Admissions & Financial Aid
Seriously, I don’t give a fuck, flying or not.
You’re waiting for a train.
A train that will take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don’t know for sure.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because we’ll be together.
When it’s time to live and let die
And you can’t get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You’re in ruins
It’s a week of closure, in both life and love. On Monday, I received a letter from Churchill saying that I’ve been pooled and I know already that being pooled is that you are too lousy to be accepted, and not what they say – that you’re too good to be rejected. I know, Cambridge has perfected the art of writing rejection letters for the past few centuries and hell, they’re bloody good.
But I still can’t help hoping that I might get an offer from one of the other colleges, however remote it might be as the days count up. And I still lament the missed Oxford test that could be. I guess I will brace myself for a formal rejection letter next week. But I like to congratulate myself for making this far. 😀
I sent a heartfelt letter to her, on Nick’s ill-given advice. (Fml I shouldn’t have listened to him considering his love life revolves around games and clubbing) I spent the better part of the day milling around the vehicle shed, leaning against pillars before finally deciding that the interior of the Terrex is a good place to be. Simultaneous smiles and tears that made for an emotional afternoon as I typed out the 1000 words on my iPhone.
It was a long letter, sort of a love letter, but not quite one. It was a letter written specifically to elicit a response from her, no matter how negative or positive it would be. It was a contrived piece of prose that would never, ever be me. I hand-write letters of love. But I just felt the need to send this out and sorta be done and over with it. It is like writing for college admissions. And so I decided to send it by email. My heart is confused and I’d like to stop this. It talked about our experience, my thoughts, my feelings on oh-so-quiet nights. I meant every word I said though, every intense emotion, every intense action.
When I finally clicked SEND, it befell me – this love story ended before it really started.
And I was broken.
A random Whatsapp message from her inquiring about my Cambridge news. None I replied. I got fished out of the pool she replied. Great, just great. I wished I could join you at Cambs, then we can be together for 4 years but I just sent I am so happy for you. Though I was hoping you read the letter I sent you. She said it straight-to-the-point because I didn’t allow her to sugar-coat it. I was hiding under my blanket and shut my eyes and threw my phone on the bed next to me (much as I’d like to toss it out of the window, I paid $500 for it) when she said what she wanted to say. A 2nd rejection.
It’s surprising I could control my tears, but I guess I could because I already knew what her reply would be. Subconsciously, I knew that this relationship would be hard to work out, not to mention the possibility of an LDR even if it did. Because it went too fast – I didn’t really know much about her at the end of our first date – and a relationship is firmly grounded in understanding, the other being trust. Moreover, she doesn’t seem to be committed to a relationship yet, from the various incidents that I infer. Commitment is a two-way kind of thing. I’m probably comforting myself after all that had happened.
She’s a great girl – one that I’d like to spend my future with. Smart, independent, bubbly, cute. So it’s hard not to think about her as just a friend. But I know I let things go easily, not just in matters of love. Quarrel with my mum? I’ll chat with her as thought nothing happen in the next hour (She’d still be fuming mad thought) It is also because I was in the same class as my previous love for a good 2 years in JC, seeing her hook up with another friend in the same class as a left-by-the-sidewalk stranger. It was at that time I regretted matching my RA/subject combination with her so that I could be with her in the same class. Heck, I even had an argument with mum over my resolve to choose RA. Right now, I am revisiting my previous blog posts about her like this one with a note from her. Amused to see how she not know then why we managed to end up in the same class. It’s been an enjoyable 3+ years with her but judging from my posts I’ve never really got her out of my mind a year on.
I regret writing that email, hated Nick for telling me to do so, slapped myself for eventually sending it. But I did, and I got the reply I did not want, but prepared myself, to hear. I remembered a 2-hour-long conversation with Miss Wong 2 weeks back when I was immensely confused about her. She asked Why do we let someone we don’t really know so easily into our heart when we don’t let them easily into our home? Why do we give them easy access into our heart when we don’t give them easy access into our home? And Miss Wong offered a view that I might not have realized myself, that I give my heart away faster than most people so I will get hurt more often and more easily. Oh and I made her choke on her drink when I mentioned something I probably should not say here. My answer was that I enjoy the feeling of being in love – I want to love and be loved. I crave affection not because I lack of it, but because I want more of it. I guess I am setting myself up for disappointment then, because love is elegant. And elegance cannot be rushed. Anyway, she said it 2 years ago and I still agree with it today – that God loves us and wants the best for us but God doesn’t give us the best right from the very beginning because He wants us to be more mature and really treasure the ones we love.
1 Corinthians 13 – Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (…) And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
I woke up, hoping that the previous night was a dream within a dream. I read my last message and realized everything did happen.
Let’s just be friends…
Let me be quite blunt about this…
Good night. Sorry.. ><
Sometimes I wished I have never asked her out on a date at all but I’m thankful that I had. For she changed me.
Because of her, 1 day before I made an emergency call to JS telling him that I needed to buy a good shirt for the date. My wardrobe looked like it has been salvaged from a donation dump – my only long-sleeved shirt was really formal and the rest I’d dump them than wear them. And I started to buy so many clothes because I wanted to look presentable. Heck, I’m happy with bermudas and T-shirts but that doesn’t quite cut it in the future. Fashion +1.
Because of her, I started exploring new places. I was very much in my comfort zone when it comes to eating venues and places to chill out. I now live to eat, rather than eat to live. I can actually recommend a few good places to go to for breakfast, brunch, lunch, tea, dinner and supper because I went to recce all of them with my friend. I see a part of Singapore that I never quite see before.
Because of her, I had my first true love. It’s unlike that 3 years with C – an unspoken friendship-relationship that both loathed to acknowledge. She is the first person that I felt unusually blessed and blissful to be with. And that evening is like a video etched in memory – one that I can replay back at will. But I know I won’t.
When I messaged my mum about the end of this, she replied – You dared to chase her. You must dare to let her go. And part of me really wants to convince the other part to let her go. I think she is no longer a part of my life, though she still acknowledges me. As much as it pains me to admit, she likely doesn’t think about me. Her days probably turn into months without ever fondly looking back on the time we spent that evening walking through the Gardens , watching the flowers bloom and holding hands with our fingers laced. Those memories doesn’t exist for her — or, at least, not in a way she has to acknowledge. I have to live with these memories, constantly nipping at my ankles and reminding me wherever I go.
I know that it’s not her fault. But I want to let go. I want to walk away from what we had and make every day a conscious step towards something more positive, something where I don’t factor someone into my life who no longer cares about me. I want to be brave in a way I always used to be, but haven’t been for some time. I want to return to the me who laughs at jokes the loudest and is always up to try something new. I miss her, and at times have almost forgotten who she is. Part of me believes that the moment I truly let her go will be the moment I get her back — that she is, in a way, crowding my life and preventing me from living fully. But I know that it’s not a step she can take for me.
I love her more now than I ever did, I think. And I know that part of this must be because I cannot have her, and things are always heightened with desire and longing. But I don’t know how to pretend that I don’t still burn for her the way I did when I was allowed to express it, if not more intensely.
Though unlikely, if you happen to be reading this, please know that I’ll stop reaching out like I used to. I’ll stop making a fool of myself. I’ll stop being this person that I never wanted to be. I am working every day on making my life something beautiful and fresh and interesting, something that has nothing to do with you. And I hold nothing against you — even if I wish I could, even if that would make everything so much easier — but I know I can’t be around you. I’m working up the courage to phase you out of my life (and my mind) completely, so that one day you can enter and leave as any other pleasant acquaintance might. Because I’d love to just run into you in a grocery store one day and have a nice little chat about what we’ve been up to, then go about my day as if nothing happened. But right now, I know that I couldn’t I know that seeing you unexpectedly would destroy me. One day, I will get there, though. I’ll be me again, and I’ll have forgotten this brief interlude of sorrow.
I close this entry with a meaningful quote for the future : –
We should love, not fall in love – because everything that falls, gets broken.
Basket, kena pooled by Cambridge, as expected, after not hearing from them for so long via email about their decision.
This will make for a very unnerving week till 14 Jan before the Winter Pool closes and all hope of getting offers, or as TSR says, fished, from other colleges.
Winter Pool thread from TSR – http://www.thestudentroom.co.uk/showthread.php?t=2213630
Honestly, I am actually surprised by the decision to pool me. My interview was really horrendous – the first part was a chit-chat session about my involvement in the Army and (boasting) about how I totally revolutionized the Motorised Infantry development. That part went quite well, though the 15-min convo went off-tangent and I thought I came across as pretty proud at the end of it all. The second part was an academic interview about a primary school problem which I couldn’t fathom at that point in time. My mind was a blank. So yeah, I am half-pleased with the result : Thought I’d like to ask for a foot when given an inch.
An offer! 😀
I spent the better part of a rainy New Year’s Eve polishing up my CommonApp and various supplements. At some point around 4.30, my mind suddenly snapped and decided to fk this shit and submit the CommonApp and my Yale supplement. I mean, every time I revise my essay, I always find something to add, a few adjectives to change. This process will take forever. So I just decided to end it once and for all. A few clicks later, I submitted my CommonApp to Harvard and Princeton too. The supplements followed soon (Princeton’s a bitch though)
It’s OVER! OMG I am so going out tomorrow to celebrate! Perhaps it’s time to chill and open that bottle of Bailey’s. GRAH. HELL YEAH! 2013 ZOMG ZOMG. COME GET ME.
Simply, simply ecstatic.
Wait. I haven’t paid for my apps yet – that’s a bill of US$215 that I’m delaying till next month >< But who cares!
That’s a +1 to 2012, if you have read all of the above.
It’s Twenty One Three!
My new years resolution is to slim down cos relationships are like fat people – they don’t work out. And I want mine to work out. Hence I need to exercise. :/
A new year’s wish would be get into Cambridge? Cos http://www.m8ball.com/index.php?answer=5645345 said so and we all know the 8-ball is pretty darn accurate. 😛
Yet another wish would be to find true love? Like true love. Heh.
Oh and get loving offers and accceptances from all the unis I applied to. And perhaps win a million dollars at Toto from picking up a ticket.
Presenting to you… How to pretend to be in a relationship on Facebook (I should learn a thing or 2!)
Keep it Simple, Stupid.
A useful rule to live by when writing CommonApp essays or college supplements. I was looking through the essays I wrote back in 2010 – they were as contrived as fragrant cow dung. Erm what?
Today, my dog had a trip to the dentist which cost $167 for some scaling and polishing. Some of it went to paying for the oxygen and the general anesthesia for the treatment :
And I received my world map from National Geographic. And I have an internal driving assessment tomorrow. And I need to return my library book soon. And I realized I have no mood to run, but I still ran and now I am feeling kinda sleepy and shitty. THEN I realized I needed to send SAT scores cos CMU didn’t receive them. And I grimaced when I saw how many SAT scores I sent to schools which I have never applied.
This is gawd-awful funny btw – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwdg2D9cssM
My essay workstation, provisioned with Keynote and Pages, with all other apps locked down. Although Facebook can still be used from the web browser…
I like myself already. Speed writing 750 words in an hour? Check. Drafts 1 and 2 done same day? Check. Zero handphone time through the morning? Check. Chocolate to soothe the writers’ soul? Check.
4 days and a little bit to the deadline. Adrenalin’s rushing, pens are flying. Ink is spilled, music is playing. And no more jerking yourself off these few nights. :
Let’s get this shit together, Brian.
Woke up this morning feeling the urge to complete the Matthew Reilly book I borrowed a few days back. One hell of a ride! He outdid himself again in this novel. Which reminds me, I should really get to watching the Jack Reacher movie.
After completing the 400page book in roughly 2.5 hours, I started on my Uni essays. Thought of a topic and drafted a letter to an imaginary study buddy. I like the first draft quite very much already. Guess I’ll spend the next few days polishing it up a bit, adding more details here and there.
The Yale supplement was surprisingly okay too! Finished the Why Yale and the short answers pretty quickly. Then it’s off to a 30 min jog to clear the mind.
Then I’m writing this.
I guess I’ll end with a quote that’s in my subconscious these few hours: –
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Rushing through my ED2 application doesn’t feel too good… this year’s my third year applying and third time’s the charm?
This makes for a melancholic depression.