How many times have we ever said that?

I've counted. Not. Couldn't be bothered.

Things will probably not go our way most of the time. It can be very important:

"Yeah which wife should I marry?"
"Yeah which shoe should I buy?"

The former of which, of course, is something I'd wish to avoid having to queue at the dating agency for. I've also just realised I'm 20 but we've got plenty of time.

Anyjiggles, point is, we will probably never get what we want most of the time.

So why are people so caught up having to have things go the way they want, and have people behave the way they envision?

If things don't go your way, you adapt. You don't go around throwing your tantrum and airing your dirty laundry. You pick what's left and you make the best of it, and you jolly well move on.

I'm going to make a confession here, and it may or may not surprise people.

I regret going TJC.

Not because of the people there, because they are tops. But simply because I thought I didn't challenge myself enough. A lot of people said I underestimated myself by going TJC. I didn't really care about them, and told myself I made the correct choice and I was meant to go TJC.

I've never really made this public, nor express to anyone extensively that TJC was akin to a dream I wish I could avoid. Not a nightmare, because that's too scary. TJC wasn't bad; it just wasn't good enough.

If I could rewind back to the start of 2013? I would have went VJC. I swear. Till this day, it still ponders me how TJC managed to convince me with a mass dance at 4pm outside the lecture theatre on Open House day.

That Didn't Go To Plan.

I didn't know being stuck in TJC was that bad when I was in it. It was only when I stepped out of the sinkhole did I realise the grass was always going to be greener on the other side (no pun intended, of course, since TJC did have pretty darn green and big grass fields).

But I didn't have a choice. I couldn't pull a transfer out of my drawer like how Mike Posner took a pill in Ibiza.

So, in the end, we kept to it, and we made do with it. I enjoyed the company, and lamented and sat down on days where there was not much to do (not that such days indeed did exist in TJC). I could've done better for me. I let myself down.

Oh heck, it's over. What's more to say? I've got my university placing (which would've been the same anyway had I been to VJC), so the outcome didn't really get altered by the process. Imagine Isaac Newton actually being hit by a durian instead of an apple. The outcome would've been the same; he would have still formulated gravity. Except, of course, he would have had brain damage.

So it doesn't really matter. Plan's gone, plan's over, so we sail and soldier on. I need more people to know this. People need to stop being so adamant that their plan A will indeed work and that anything less is a failure. It is not. It's an alternative, another way of doing things. Someone will claim it's someone from above giving you an opportunity. For me? Heck, it doesn't matter. It's another door, as cliche as this sounds.

Song of the day:
Mike Posner - I Took A Pill In Ibiza (Seeb Remix)
(There was only going to be one.)