They say the true horror of an atomic bomb is not the blast on detonation, but rather the abiding radioactive fallout that follows. My shitty days these few days are a quintessential testimony to that. *Cringing to the contrived use of sophisticated vocabularies* So what happened? When my dad returned from vacation a couple of days back, he immediately continued with his lecture on the futility of my ambition to study in American colleges. I have no idea why I'm so sold on the american dream or whatever, but I flinch at the thought of giving up on my visions simply because of rejections. Who cares if I'm a year behind everyone in my academic pursuit? Completely unintentionally, I've been bestowed upon 300+ days of free time, days where I'm finally free to express myself in the projects that I work on and the additional classes that I take. This fate-imposed gap year is starting to grow on me, and I'm not about to let myself be dragged down by a shallow sense o...
HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY is it April's Fool? April fools>? dammit why am I so triggered by such trivial stuffs Anyway, rest assured to know that this blog is not merely a joke, (though it is going to be a journal of my life, in other words a complete joke if you ask me), on the contrary it is going to be a serious project that I work on in the coming year to document my everyday life. But why? Alright, I'll just let the cat out of the bag then, I've just been rejected by all 6 colleges I applied to, and now I'm stuck for another year contemplating my life decisions. To be fair, all 6 are Ivy League schools, so I should have seen this epic rejection coming and indeed I've made ample mental preparation for judgement day. Am I devastated when I got the news? No. Guilty? No. Guiltily excited? Yes. So basically I'm a 17 years old guy with a multitude of interests(too much you can say), and over the years I have picked up skills ranging from solving maths o...