The Vicious Cycle of Insanity

I am now back from Cambridge. >_<
But the trip itself proved to be a complete disaster, including the interview.

So, the trip begin like this;

On Wednesday morning, I packed the suitcase and everything with stuff I will need for the trip and went downstairs to pack my dad’s stuff. When I was downstairs, I asked my dad if he packed the passports and he hadn’t so he did. Then when the time came we set off to the airport only to realise about 5 minutes before the airport that he had only packed his passport and not mine. Now, here we need to analyse this situation. Firstly, there was a problem in the fact that I used korean to ask about the passport. In Korean, there is no plural. So what I asked was literally, Do you have passport packed? So I guess in that sense he thought I had mine already and that I was only reminding him about his. Secondly, my dad had seen my sister’s passport in her room. So he thought we had our own passports and assumed that I already had mine with me. Thirdly, my sister became sick that morning. So in a way, we were slightly distracted by the fact that she was sick and that we were going to be gone for a couple of days. With all these factors included in the start of our day, I guess the forgetting passport was not surprising.

So, after missing our flight and getting another ticket for the afternoon, we managed to set off for Cambridge fine and everything was fine. We go to Heathrow airport and caught the tube to Kings Cross and then took the train to Cambridge. On the way we met a Korean man who also had a son applying to Cambridge for Mathematics at Tirnity College. Apparently his son is really good at maths and received a lot of awards and such. Anyhows, moving on, I think we got to Cambridge at around 5 something or 6, I can’t remember now, and we checked in and dropped our luggage and went out to get dinner, which consisted of Chicken Teriyaki Subway and Chicken Wings from Domino’s. And for the rest of the evening we just watched TV, and as for me, I read through stuff to prepare for the interview next day and used my laptop for the last time until there was only about 10 min of battery left.

The next day was fine. We set off early enough to find our way to Trinity Hall College and wow, the whole city is just really nice and cosy and just… really pretty. I was in awe for the whole trip down the streets just smiling like crazy at the old but beautiful buildings and colleges. We got to Trinity Hall for my first interview more than half an hour early and I waited in the Lecture Hall area getting more nervous by the minute. But in the end, I managed to pull though the interview, not gracefully, but somehow decent. The first interview was the general one, and the interviewers were nice and friendly and asked me questions about myself mostly and one of them asked about manga, which was cool. : P I ended up leaving the interview feeling slightly feeling slightly like a fail but still ok.

The next interview was at the Faculty and this was when everything went downhill. The interview was really bad and it went really horribly, I came out feeling really bad and certain that I was not going to get any offers. The only part I really felt confident was the radical recognision test at the end. The rest was just a complete disastor and a failure. So yup. That was the closure for my attempt to get into Cambridge.

After that, we went for lunch at a Chinese restaurant and then we set off for London as I made plans to meet up with a friend from NZ who was visiting England. We got there and I met up with my friend Gini and everything was fine and we were having a really good time catching up until around 4pm when we realised our bag with two of our laptops were missing! Some bastard stole our bag. My laptop with all the music, photos and files. My laptop with all the school work. Fortunately I had important school work backed up on my memory stick but other files such as write ups and drafts in between are gone. UGH. And this is when everything went from bad to worse. Because we had to report the theft, we ended up missing the plane and having to stay the night and catch an early plane the next day. We ended up spending so much money for this trip and I managed to screw up the interview so bad that all this effort and time and money spent is going to be wasted for nothing. *sigh*

I just cannot believe how hard it turned out to just go to Cambridge for an interview. It shouldn’t be this hard to just fly over for an interview. Argh.

A sigh is all I can say.

*SIGH*

A post about cambridge coming soon..

Probably when this week is over.

I am working on it but it is proving to be quite long, especially considering what hell of a trip it was : /

But it’s coming….

I’m working on it. : )

This is going to be a really short post.

I’M OFF TO CAMBRIDE FOR AN INTERVIEW IN ABOUT AN HOUR!

Wish me luck!

And I hope I manage to get through and walk out feeling good ^^

I was having a mini day dreaming moment today and then I got to the part where I started thinking about the good times I had while I was in NZ. One of the things that came up was prostitute watching, which proved to be quite funny.

Prostitute watching is, as you can see from the name, literally watching prostitutes while driving down a street. In Christchurch, where I used to live there is a street famous for prostitutes working at night called Manchester St. If you go there at around midnight and onwards, you can see many many prostitutes of all sorts, and you could, if you were wearing skanky clothes, be stopped by a creepy old man in a car asking for how much. The point is, if you have to walk down Manchester St at night, it might be a good idea to deskank yourself a bit, unless you are deliberately walking down the street to earn some extra bucks.

Anyhows, the story is, one of my good friends mentioned prostitute watching and she told me about how it’s done; basically you go into a car and drive up and down the road a few times, watching all the prostitutes at work and possibly pass by some dodgy looking cars where some action might be going on. So, one night, we decided to go and do it. My friend’s mum took us down the street a few times and with the accompaniment of her hilarious commentary we had quite an enjoyable time. The only down side was, there weren’t as many working that night and we were quite disappointed with the fact that when we drove past this area known for gay prostitutes, there were none to be seen. While this was happening, her mum was commenting on how she’s done this a few times and how one day she might pull over and talk to the prostitutes asking about their job claiming she was training the girls at the back

We did this a couple of times, both nights rather unsuccessful but we did manage to see some suspicious cars parked on the side and a few prostitutes, some looking too young to be working in the streets, and some dressed horribly. All in all it was a fun experience with a lot of laughs and if I manage to go visit NZ again once IB is done, I would definitely do this with my friend again and hopefully that time, we will manage to make the trip a success.

So, this was a mini anecdote on my life in NZ. I hope you found this quite entertaining to read and I guess if I manage to think of something else I shall share my experience. : )

But for today this will be it.

I wish a good weekend to everyone, especially to you JINDIEPOOH.

祝你好运! Come back with a winning smile on your face! <3

CAS.

No more words needed. -_-

And then I have to go German and ITGS work. -_-

I have nothing more to say today than how I’m getting killed by various subjects each day. I think I’ve died a few hundred times by now

But I’m still alive :]

P.S. <BGM: Happy Bubble (feat. Han Ji Min) by Super Junior (Dong Hae & Kyu Hyun)>