official ranting day / rant no. 1

i haven't been blogging for about half a week, not because nothing happened in my life after ORD (if you think my blogging while i was still stuck in national slavery was interesting, it's only gonna get better now. trust me) but nothing that happened was worth mentioning. simple as that.

but today is a different day altogether. something inside me exploded. all its contents are aching to be heard. i have a blog, so i'm using it to release some pent up frustration. i declare today offical ranting day. let the unbridled inner rage consume us all!

here we go with rant no. 1:
US college application decisions were out on 30th and 31st march. i did my best and i'm unashamed to say that i've been rejected by stanford, berkeley and cornell. disappointment is expected, of course. i didn't really react to the unfavourable decisions. while on the phone with ben hong yesterday, i told him i wasn't sure if it hadn't hit me yet, or i was over it already.

unwittingly, i had redirected all the negative energy from disappointment and sadness to something more powerful. anger. yes, now you know that besides girls with toned bodies, the other thing that i have a weakness for is anger. anger, my other woman, who never fails to fire me up.

i realised that i'm not over it. yet. i'll begin with cornell. well cornell, let me tell something that's gonna hurt. badly. you may be in the ivy league, a popular private university and all, but you're just a back-up college; a college that students apply to so they'll have assurance of a place in the USA after receiving rejections from classier places like harvard, yale or princeton. and yes, i applied to cornell for assurance. i thought that i would be readily accepted. but hell no, cornell rejected me. i received a rude shock. fellow rejectee terence 'Breast-Fuck Guy' tsai lamented to me over sms: "maybe we're not ivy league material". don't be so down terence. it's just cornell. only cornell. some ulu rural campus in god-knows-where. nobody would travel to that god-forsaken place to shop in the campus town. like mr chng zhenhao said, "fuck cornell." it's no loss brothers. we're all in the same boat. just stick up your finger and get along with the journey of life.

next up, berkeley. oh yeah, no kidding, the school that i was dying to get into. was dying to get into, for the record. hey berkeley, if you're gonna keep taking in all those numbskulled californians, so be it. don't come crying when you realise that numbskulls remain numbskulls. the school is only as good as its students. i DO hope you have lessons in sun-tanning and surfing. otherwise, those numbskulls are gonna have a hard time.

the rejection from stanford was more or less expected. me getting accepted would be a bigger miracle than getting chen weilian to see again.

anyway, to all the colleges out there, a rejection notification is a rejection notification whichever way you write it. 'sorry', 'regrettably', 'unable'. fuck it la. it doesn't matter what words you use. we get the message loud and clear. there's no need for damage control. it's either we jump from the top of swissotel or we get on with our lives happily. and most of us do the latter.