When I was in my first year of university, I had big plans.
I sat in for advance calculus classes and made it in time for 8am lectures.
I did my research and was adamant that I would make a switch to BSc (Medical Science) in my 2nd year, and at the end of the 3 year stint, make it to Grad Med.

That lasted all of 2 weeks.
You see, there was the Singapore Society, a new relationship, new friends and places to explore, plus the fact that I was an immature, ungrateful, spoilt and petulant child that didn’t know better.

During my 3 year extended holiday, I would however, look longingly at fellow unimates who made it to the Golden Key International Honour Society, something I promised myself I would aim for during those first 2 weeks. Invitations to which were only extended to students who were in the top 15 percentile of their cohort. I knew I was underachieving, but I was having too much fun to care.

So, it was a huge surprise when I received a package containing an invitation letter to and information about Golden Key 2 weeks ago, informing me that I belonged to the top 15 percentile of my cohort for the recent degree. It has been 2 weeks and I have yet to send in my acceptance. I think part of me still cannot believe that I acutally deserve this prestige. It is all too surreal.

I recounted this to Lump and he said:
"When I was a poor student in melbourne, going for film festival after film festival, watching XXX's (local director) films, and longing for the day that I could make films of that calibre, I would have never in my wildest imagination think that one day I would have the opportunity to play advisor to this person".

As wiseman say: "In a land with no snow, the Jamaican bobsled team dreamt of winning the olympics, and they went and got it."

If you want it bad enough, you can do just about anything.
The question is...how badly do you want it?