Life was like a box of chocolates.

My degree finally arrived today. Yeay~  Do I sound excited enough for you? How fun... It does not change anything, my results is still low. If it is any help, it only enables me to prepare my documentations for work soon.  I am still very frustrated with myself.  In retrospect, if it was possible for me to foresee this result that I got, perhaps it would be better for me to allocate less time to worry about my studies and enjoy myself a lot more. To be honest, throughout the whole year, this was all I can think of, yet take a look at where I am now, miserable and numb.  No use to fret on spilled milk, huh.    This is what you get when you do what you love instead of what you are good at, people!  Listen to me, if a good and bright future is what you want, then DON'T, under any circumstances, EVER DO/ THINK about what you like. ONLY do what you are good at. Because at the end of the day, values such as passion and interest count for absolutely NOTHING.

So what does three years in uni taught me?  If I were to sum it up in just one word, it will be this word, 'Intuition'. Why? To start off, that is the word that I kept hearing every year without fail. Sure, we all know the meaning of 'intuition' but what exactly was this 'intuition' my lecturers kept telling us about? That was how I felt during the first couple of years in UCL. At the time, for all I know, this 'intuition' was the understanding of the concepts and theories, that was it. I was pretty much shooting in the dark during those two years. Hehe. Then as I proceeded into 3rd year, it finally occurred to me. Perhaps the true context of the this 'intuition' that is frequently said is a deep understanding of a certain topic that it became second nature to us. In other words, it is that instinctive way of reasoning borne by deep understanding about something. Guess my shot in dark was not too far off, eh?  So there it