I'm pausing my playlist. Fergie's London Bridge is on and it's not at all the kind of music I listen to whenever I want to blog.

Victoria Junior College.
My dad has been dropping hints about this one. Seriously. But whenever he lets 'em Victoria is a decent one, I heard comments of his slip, my ears automatically transform into a hollow tube of air passage and I don't hear a thing he says anymore. Well, put all that in the past tense.

I just had this sudden need, or want, or maybe even obsession to get into Victoria. The roots of which are still not very clear to me. Well it's probably Hailey's telling me about how Adilah's brother was super semangat (semangat sangat!) about getting into Temasek JC, that he printed out TJC insignia stickers and adhered them wherever possible (ok whatev that's an overstatement.) Or it's probably because of this VJC girl who's at the same bus stop at nearly the same time as me every morning of every day. Ok, nothing special about her, except perhaps that her bag is super cool. But anyway, there's just something attractive about VJC. Maybe it's the very fact that it is VJC.

But then again, it just might be because of all the bastards in this world. Really. All of them who, in one way or another, at one point in one time, have caused you so much pain you barely know existed. They who have caused you tears which, looking back now, you can't even recall what exactly were for. Not that my life is this dramatic. But sometimes it just feels so idyll, I guess, to have a reason, to have an answer whenever they ask 'why do you study so hard', to not merely accept what is in front of me but to actually crave for what my eyes behold, and I guess, to have something that I can proudly shout out to the world and beyond

'this is it, here's what I'm fighting for'