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[26 Apr 2007|02:23pm] |
over the past three days, i...
-acquired reverse parking skills, woohoo! and i drove to choa chu kang
-climbed over chest-high road divider WITH KILLER SPIKES and didn't fall over onto path of oncoming traffic
-received my n/us law interview date i.e. tomorrow (my parents took the letter and forgot to tell me about it for 3 days, pity i bothered to call, and i just saw the form)
-received n/us business interview date i.e. monday (i'm very confused-- the business course doesn't usually require interviews, so i hope they're not trying to be funny by letting me do the masters course, eek!! i'm only interested in business because of the traveling prospects and i honestly, truthfully don't know a thing about business or the career prospects)
-was bitten by evil sand-flies ALL OVER-- those pesky vampires bit my thighs and my chest and stomach and back and well, everywhere else, and i've very itchy little bumps everywhere
-made mince pies and little stewed blueberry/nutella-filled tarts with meringue topping
anyway i'll probably just copy and paste my ucas essay for the law application essay. the sneaky people hid the essay question in a small box among other one paragraph answer type questions, and i just realised an actual essay is required. thank goodness i still have my ucas essay, because i've driving later at 5pm and need to take a bath first. i really want to go to kcl, kcl, kcl. it's frightening but i gaze at the offer pack dreamily and imagine myself talking to the random students in the brochure, and sitting on the lawns there. i imagine myself actually having half a chance there to be myself and to speak up, while the prospect of studying any course locally makes me certain that i'll feel miserable. don't i deserve to get away, after twelve years of being surrounded by the same people? i imagine myself in camden and kentish town i.e. the music/film-geek places, as well as in euston and bloomsbury, in the little spice shops and the amazing bookstores. plus covent garden-- loveliest place ever, with all the little side alleys, shops, singing minivan handyman guys and buskers. the brick lane and aldgate east area, as well as the pretty, old greater london villages accessible by train. it makes me feel sad, because i want to spend what's left of my youth there. i want to stand outside the legendary, always packed brick lane beigal bake with a bag of warm jelly and salmon bagels with a ratty kaffiyeh wrapped around my shoulders, in the cold, ranting about northern line delays and walking past crazy wall grafitti. it's not just the lovely salty bagels. it's the realisation of being somewhere truly cosmopolitan and grimy, unlike the engineered pseudo-cosmopolitan society here. you could be anyone there.( picture )
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