Thank You, and you, for everything.

Hi peeps!

It's been a while since the last time I updated my blog. My last post dates back to almost one year ago. For the past few months, so many things have been happening in my life that they cannot possibly fit into one post of a reasonable length. I'll try my best though, so here it is.

After four years of sweat and tears through the educational system at ACS (Independent), I finally graduated with fairly good results in January last year. It's not fantastic, but it's a blessing from God for me, and so I am thankful for it. I'm just gonna write one post tonight, but I hope to tell EVERYTHING to whoever is reading this. I won't write stories that you can know about through my Facebook or Twitter. Take a deep breath, and here it goes.



I was rejected the night before my IB Chemistry papers.

It's not exactly a rejection, but for me, it was as bad as one. I had been harboring a crush on this girl, but she was yet to give me a firm answer. Yet, of all the time there was in the world, the actually-kinda-expected answer came crushing on me, just a few hours before my Chem exams. I was devastated. Talking to a friend didn't seem to help, either. When the paper was finally over, I knew that a 7 point would be a miracle. Thankfully, God didn't let me fall flat on my face. Despite the rejection, I still somehow managed to achieve the impossible.

Today, I pursue that girl no longer. Life goes on, and I have since made many more friends who have helped me move on with life. Yet, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank her for everything, and to apologize for any foul words that I uttered in my moment of anguish. Thank you.

The farewell with my American Dream.

As some of you may have known, landing a place in an American or British university has been my dream for the past four years. I gave my best shot, but I failed. I'm not gonna blame anyone; it's all my fault. Should have done this and that, but in retrospect, I am actually thankful for that fateful morning when I received the stacks of rejection letters online, one after another. The next few lines may sound pathetic or self-pitying, but really they are what I firmly believe in now that I can look back in time.

Okay. You guys have no idea how much time and effort I put in the preparation for the SAT last year. Yet, when everything didn't pay off, I was disappointed. Extremely. I mean, how could I waste so many months studying for this test, and doing well in it, only to discover that they mean nothing anymore? But looking back, I finally understand WHY God didn't let me go to the States. It all makes sense now.

Let me start with the scenario if I had been accepted to the States. Had I been accepted there, I wouldn't bother pushing myself beyond my comfort zone by establishing SAT Whiz, a tuition center of mine. After all, if I had received the acceptance letter from Harvard, everything would be settled, wouldn't it? There wouldn't be SAT Whiz, and probably Will wouldn't get enough help to pass that SAT score boundary of 1900 from Singapore Management University. In that case, he might not have been accepted there.

Lastly, had I gone to the States, there would be no chance for you and me to make this work. The time-difference-of-almost-12-hours alone is enough to kill any relationship. Plus, I wouldn't get the chance to fight my way to be with you. It all makes sense now, and looking back, I finally learn that being rejected from all the ten overseas universities I applied to was the best thing that could happen to me.



That's all, folks. I don't think I want to put photos in this post, but I surely will in the next few posts. Sorry for such an intense writing, too. I promise that the posts after this would be more matter-of-fact, of course with more pictures and more interesting stories of my life in the past few months. Sign off, Heizel.