Crimson. Tigers. Bulldogs.

It's the most thrilling, exciting, yet also stressful part of senior year: getting into college.

Those who read this blog will laugh, I can guarantee that, since what I am going to write is way beyond whimsical and seemingly far more ambitious than Hilter's attempt to find Shangri-La.

I am applying for the Big Three. That is the bombshell. At start it feels a lot more bombastic to my mind than seeing the 9/11 live on TV. You might have read this on my previous post. I'm applying to the HYP!

For those who don't know, HYP stands for Harvard, Yale, and Princeton Universities. Yeah, it's the best of the best in world, and I am trying hard to be accepted. Maybe this is my retaliation to the NYUAD failure, since that exclusive institution have the lowest acceptance rate I've ever seen (I got rejected). But this revenge to myself is sooo ambitious even I don't believe that I'm doing it.

I can't even imagine what anyone will think when they opened my Common Application. "This kid's crazy" will probably the most accurate vision of common app officials' mind. The Crimson, Tigers, and Bulldogs. Really? Okay let's see the odds: I'm not sure that I'm good essay writer. I took no AP. I have minimum knowledge about SAT compared to American students. I'm not even American. Yet I took it, I opened that common app and write those essays and took those SATs in the boldest move ever.

My ambition is bigger than reality. In order to feed my hunger of big and ambitious achievements, I will do whatever it takes to achieve it, even if I have the whole world against me. That is me. It took me a long time to realize that I have more gut than talent. Well not that I am without talent, it's just that maybe ambition is my talent. And boldness too. But I am smart enough to be bold, don't worry.

So let's just hope, since that is the only thing to be done.