I've never really cared about academic awards and scholarly merit, for the last time I got an award, besides the one or two Eagles prizes was the Top 10 in PSLE prize in primary school. But today, when I learnt that hey I'm not topping History no more, and I ain't getting no prize on Founder's Day, it well, sucked.
I just might have stepped into the light, in IB and if I gain nothing else besides an increased dependence on caffiene, at least I've developed a desire for coherence, organization and evidence in the way I think, write and speak, no thanks to the destroyer of weak arguments himself, Mr Alvin Tan and his teaching has translated into personally satisfying results for History and I hope, for TOK as well. But ahhhh, the crux of the matter is that topping History, apart from it being my first area of my educational process that I'm actually proud of, actually meant to me, that heyy maybe I have a wee bit of substance to match... ah knn. What's the point.
Damn hollow victory you know. All because my midyears sucked. Argh thought I could have a cert, an invite to the overpriced reception with the minimal food for my parents to relive the halcyon days of Top in Mother Tounge in primary three and Second in Class in Primary Four. But no.. Haha.
And I shall stop before this degenerates into shit about life's cruel ironies. and bittersweet moments. Happy early valentine's day, by the way.
Yeah, the two of you at the back..
Delivered at 9:04 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile