It's Just a Game...You'll Get Over It...soon

In the past year everything seems so light and airy, as if nothing are grounded or definite. Probabilities of failure and success is a difference of decimals places (as my calculator can attest to since my stats exam bombed due to it).

Despite the winning success of Ogilvy, fate played me in so many ways. When people tell me life is just a game, they weren't kidding! And the worst part is when you find out that you have barely any control over it, it's the most depressing thought. My dad says it's because we're O blood type, meaning we get emotionally moved easily and then get over it very soon, which is true. As a child I never cried for more than 5 minutes and it wasn't just because I was a child, I just thought it was kinda dumb to keep focused on one thing for so long.

As I'm getting older, I find reminants of my mother as well, a person who can hold grudges for entire decades (it's proven because she still pulls out old knots from her childhood years in arguments with her parents). I wished I could get over the fact that I was played, played like a ploy of some plan to which I was ignorant of and obviously did not agree to.

You can often hear me say "You'll get over it" when you come to me with a problem because no matter how much you're agonizing now after sometime that climatic overbearing feeling just isn't there anymore. It's true, try it. But the problem becomes how to handle and tolerate those feelings while you're waiting to "get over it."

While you're waiting for the storm to blow over:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4gqtr6rffo

And then learn how to play the game instead of getting played

Was it a Sign?

Okay despite, my horrible under the construction layout, I can't help but continue on making my posts.

Although being a college student, growing up under the heavy influence of understanding situations and results in scientific and logical ways; there are times to which we can not run away from superstitions and claim that they are true.

I remember when I was awaiting my UPenn admissions, I got on an early train because they were going to post the acceptance/rejections online at 3:00, so I jumped hope as quick as possible. I was staring outside the train window when I saw the adjacent train labeled with the number 4444. Seriously, I'm not some old Chinese lady but four fours, that's like getting thirteen thirteens for Asian people. Load and behold, I got rejected from UPenn.

I really hate waiting for results. Similary today was the interview request acceptance/rejection for Ogilvy and Mather ad agency. I really wanted it so bad, just as much as I wanted the UPenn acceptance but that didn't get me any good results so I was so scared. I ran all my rush week errands and got on a later train than usual. Waiting endlessly for that F train to make it's grand entrance, until I spotted a lady holding a really bright red bag. It caught my eye and what drew me closer was that it had the Ogilvy logo on it!

Exactly as above! Was it a sign? Okay I really don't want 4444 signs but dude it was staring me right in the face. I seriously wanted to go and talk to her until the train finally came and we both got lost in the crowd. It's a sign alright when it comes to situations like this. Thanks to that lady with the red Ogilvy bag, I got accepted for an interview. It's a minor win but up against all those crazy odds of my school versus the thousand others vying for the same interview, I consider myself lucky. Sigh

Now that I believe it was a sign, I'm still very curious. Ogilvy has bags? Was it a store? Wait Ogilvy has a store? I wonder who that lady was....

Under Construction

(super jealous of other ppl's beautiful and impressive blogs)

argh why does it look like my friends' nonprofit website >.<