dream

Just came back from an hour-long walk with the dog and family. Night time walks are the best during humid August, with the cool wind blowing about...

The past week has been an almost day-to-day existence. For a while I haven't been thinking about revising for A-level exams but wistfully dreaming of studying English (or Liberal Arts or almost anything else for that matter) at UCL (University College London) and roaming the streets of central London, practically drowning in the rich historical and literary landmarks all around me. From Shakespeare and Charles Dickens to Harry Potter to Sherlock the BBC adaptation! I just wish I could be some kind of sponge that can soak up all those experiences and emotions. I'd need to live there, study there, work there for a while to understand; just going there as a tourist would only allow me to skim the surface rather than delve into the living, breathing creation that is London, with its alleyways and monuments and...

But I digress. I need to get a grip on myself and put the upcoming week-long holidays to good use. I do feel that if I still had the chance to study in the UK I would be working a lot harder. Dreams don't make things happen, people do. I have neither the grades nor the financial means to secure my place at any halfway-decent university, but I'm now left with no choice but to press on and hope for a place at the local university.