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say all i need..
20080616 - 16:16
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"..is the air i breathe, and a place to rest my head"
For those who still remain oblivious, I applied for the ASEAN scholarships sometime ago, immediately after recieving my SPM results actually. Yea, abit da late compared to the conventionals who did so last year, but I was never interested in being educated in S'pore, and my scores weren't exaclty S'pore material. Nonetheless, I am never one to follow the norm. As my actual results prompted me to apply, my dad insisted I be a 'do-er', and not one who waits for things to happen to them. Which is so me. boo.
Applied, consequently recieving the letter from the MoE more than a week ago, requesting my presence for the selection tests in order to scrutinize my god-like dexterity. hoho..
The first thing that caught my eye, Mathematics Test. Feck. Pessimism gloomed all over me. You must be thinking, it's just maths right. I mean, Maths and English were indeed the 2 subjects I always manage to score in high school. Why all the negativity.? Well, that's just it. In high school. Whatever sort of mathematic, arithmetic, multiplyingishtic skill I once had were as good as gone. Vanished. Departed. Still, I made a gallant effort in an attempt to revive it. My sole-surviving kebangsaan oriented maths book. Was not even close to sufficient, as i soon found out..
So I went for the test, sited at Sunway Convention Centre, in other words, the place situated directly above Pyramid's LaLaVille. As i emerged from the escalator, whoa. Crazy amount of people. Seriously, i didnt expect that many people to attend, probably in the hundreds. No pics, couldnt be bothered at that time. They probably recalled practically everyone who applied, inflicting further demoralization, knowing that my results did not really propel my involvement in this.
In the hall, I inspected my competitors. More than half were wearing spex. Not stereotyping, but you get the drift. Whispers of people introducing each other can be heard. I soon figured out that most of them were already doing A-levels locally.
How could a now mediocre artsy fartsy-ish student with a deficiency in mathematics know-hows match against students who are ALREADY in A-levels probably equipped with the expertise of Further Maths or Spec Maths or wtv advance level of numerical calculation in a test solely employed as a mode of selection?!
So much for a maths test, I call it abuse.
Deflated, it was time for English. Yay, English. Split into 2papers, I have little complaints. Tho, we were only given 30mins to do the second paper, which required us to write a 350 word essay. ftw, i wrote like the wind.
The next day, the General Ability Test. Prior judgements, how do you test one's general ability? Can you hold a pen adequately? Can you walk backwards? Can you do a hand stand? Can you freakin count?!(apparently I cant). But yeah, turns out it was just an IQ test. Mensa-ish. Was quite a fun paper, I must admit, though one i do not intend to repeat.
And that was it. Now, i await patiently.
To be frank, i'm not even a 100% certain whether i desire this prospect, even if by some miraculous stroke of luck I am called up for the interview session. I mean, one should be thankful and rejoicing rite, to even be given the oppurtunity to prove myself worth. Right.? Yes, it is a full scholarship, but only for the pre-u studies, which means i'll have to go thru da whole shitty interviewing process for the undergraduate degree scholarship. Is it worth it? To drop half a year's exertion(a year, by the time one would have to leave the country), go thru all that pre-u hassle and subjects, then only resume my archeetekish fetish 2 years later which remains unendorsed?
For now, who knows.
Ugh, and to think I was all sciency mathsy when i first entered architecture. How ironic.
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