Wish Bones, Rabbit Feet & Four Leaf Clovers

New beginning, New Me?

Scratch that, a chance to recreate me.

Have you ever thought to yourself "If I knew this earlier I wouldn't have done blank.”

Self-realisation has a most annoying habit of only showing up after the crime has been committed.

A change of heart comes with the heavy baggage of reputation established by an embarrassing or even shameful past.

Regardless of race, language or religion, everyone has wished for a second chance to erase all memory of a scarring mistake that we made in our early (or not) years of adolescence (or ignorance).

I was blessed enough to have this wish granted, kinda.

Gifted to me is a chance to go to a new world where my reputation has yet to be established and memories of my younger, less-developed self do not exist at all.

March 21st, at 5 am in the morning, a gift with the grant to my wish was delivered to me in the form of a college acceptance letter.

Goodbye hot and humid Singapore, Hello hot and not so humid LA.

WHAAAAAATTTT??? Yes, folks, you heard right! Your girl is in college!!!

I have been accepted to BIOLA University for an Undergraduate degree in Journalism.

It was a bit of roller coaster choosing the track of my college career, here's a condensed summary of the chain of dilemmas.

First, my Major.

I was planning on majoring in Cinema ; Media Arts cuz well... it's a cool major.

Of course, as an Asian, I consulted my aaamaaaaazing Academic councillor for advice. My Mom. My incredibly perceptive councillor thought it would be more appropriate for me, a blogger, to major in journalism. Incredible Insight. (LUV U MAMA THANK YOU SO MUCH.)

Next, my Emphasis.

Being the amazing institute it is, BIOLA offers four concentrations under my major. 1. Cross-Cultural Media 2. Broadcasting 3. Writing & Publishing 4. Visual Media

I liked the thought of being in front of the camera (says the girl who takes self-portraits hiding her face) so I thought that broadcasting would be a great fit. That was it, settled, signed, done. Official. Yay.

I was very satisfied with my decision and I left it, certain that I had made the right choice.

A couple weeks later my very very veerrryyy wise Academic Councillor decides to question that certainty.

My emphasis is now Visual Media.

Following these two came an assortment of I-don't-really-have-a-choice arrangements which determined…

My dorm building, My room, My roommate, My sister is my roommate.