Saturday, November 22, 2008

lots of things

Dad randomly asked me to apply for James Cook University today. I really dont like the idea of going to Cairns to study dentistry if I get in there, also because the university's health faculty focuses on tropical health and rural areas. The application's closed a long time ago and he told me to pay the late fee for application etc. He says if I go there it's better than staying and doing bachelor of science in UQ and trying for dentistry again. I don't know if its a good idea. He said to apply then reject them if I don't want to later on. Personally I think they'll make me go there if I got in anyway. Im quite frustrated because dad put on his annoying angry dad voice for no reason, thinking that it would convince me. Frankly, Im really confused. I quite scared I have to work in some rural area if I go there. Mum and Dad are making me apply today. Justin doesn't let me download the application form on his computer although I can't download it on the computer I'm using, so I can't do anything about it now. My parents keep discussing my life and death regarding uni applications to other people :( I told mum and she said it's really my life and death.

Yesterday Adrian (my uncle) called and asked me when I wanted to go back to Singapore. Then mum said I cannot go back because of results and air ticket and etc. So sad. She keeps asking me to find a job:(

I have a lot of other things to blog about but Im really not in a great mood now, will do that later.
Notice how I sound like a mortified little kid.
Im just so out of it, please, please, God please let my IB results be fine. But I know they'll probably never reach my expectations.

There are a lot of times I wish I could just be cheerful as usual. I'd still like to have a great time even when the sky's crashing on me. After all, everyone's going to die right?
Im not being morbid, it really is true. I'll go on about this after I finish this novel related to this topic. I mean, when you're in heaven or hell etc. what's the point of worrying about what your stomach looked like, or something along those lines?

Tag reply to Noon:
I think I've answered your question. Looks like I can't go back :( I miss you a lot.