University Application and memories

After so many weeks of preparation for Carnegie Mellon Early Decision 2, I decided that I am not applying Early Decision 2. What a waste! I have done my reading up on the University and I think it is a great place to study in. However, if I cannot get a scholarship, there is no way I am going to pay for the high tuition fees. If I get in (I emphasize on the "if"), I am bound to the university and I will have to work part time. Life will be tough for both my parents and I.

Currently, I am going to apply for just Cornell and Carnegie Mellon University through regular decision. Commonapp is not as worth it as UCAS to spam college as I have to pay for every college I apply to. The personal statements are time consuming too. I also have to focus on applying to scholarships that I like, as well as start on the NUS application. I think these are more realistic procedures.

I guess people can guess why I suddenly have time to come online to blog. I don't really like blogging especially when there are important deadlines to meet (like application deadline). This coming monday is convocation, and I probably should blog about that, since my blog already missed out events like my trip back to China and prom.

I am really tired today. M05305's last chalet before graduation ended this morning and it was really fun. I can't believe that the game of truth and dare can be so sadistic and disgusting, but we just keep fooling around anyway. I think I just developed a new interest for the game of Risk, too bad the time this morning was too short and we only completed one game before we had to book out.

Well, I guess I should continue to finish up on my commonapp. Afterall I still have PSC, brightsparks and NUS applications to fill up. No idea when the nightmare is going to end. At this time of year, I can't help but wonder where all my friends will be 20 years down the road. Doctors, lawyers, bankers, engineers, researchers, musicians...we will all recall the memories in NUS High School. Reminds me of a song:

Midnight.
Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamp light, the withered leaves collect at my feet.
And the wind begins to moan.

Memory.
All alone in the moonlight,
I can smile at the old days.
It was beautiful then.
I remember the time when I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again!

Daylight.
I must wait for the sunrise.
I must think of a new life.
And I musn't give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too,
and a new day shall begin!