Ms. Einstein

i remember...

i was on the double decker bus and i was standing on the lower deck with my mum. (i am not sure if my brother and my dad were on the bus too. they are nowhere in my recollection). the bus just drove past the then-bukit batok primary school. my school. i asked my mum where we were going. she told me to keep quiet, i would know when we reached the destination and asked me to stop asking so many questions. i decide now that i must have been a brave or insane child. i'd retorted back with a reply that einstein wouldn't be clever if he didn't ask so many questions.

today...

i decided to use the story in my doctoral application late last year. i had seven to eight rejections from the states. i suppose they couldn't fathom the credibility of my story. nonethless, ox sent me a letter of offer. and honestly, it's the only uni that i wanted to apply to when it first started... well, everything's on hold now... i wish the scholarship would pull through.