It's strange that sometimes when everything seems to be going right for you, you can't help but wonder if it's just too right and too perfect for comfort. Like now, I'm officially an SMS Scholar - many would yearn to be in my position. Yet there's this nagging feeling within me, something that I'm trying my darndest to push to a dusty corner of my mind. An odd sensation or paranoia that when I'm just cruising along, everything's suddenly gonna collapse without warning. My future might seem well taken care of, but yet in every sense, it comes attached (in fine print) with a significant amount of uncertainty.

Universities are giving me a headache. If things don't work out with King's, then well I guess I've gotta settle with Edinburgh. Okay call me superparanoid but this could just be an.. omen. There's a little tinge of regret of not applying to unis when I was still in j2, then maybe LSE would've accepted and things wouldn't have gotten so frantic. So now I have a scholarship but no university (apart from Edinburgh). Well done van.

Sigh. Photos from the wedding: