Am I the same Primary 6 girl who cried upon seeing her PSLE (Primary School Leaving Examination) results, knowing that she'd be doomed to spend the next four years in a potentially rowdy neighbourhood school rather than a prestigious, value-added one?
Am I the same 'emo' (quiet and serious) yet overly rightious and innocent Secondary 1 girl, being emotionally wounded by bullies and gangsters on her silent quest to score high enough to get into a better Secondary 2 class?
Am I the same choir girl who 'never smiles' despite countless scoldings and suffers under the whole pretentious act on stage?
Am I the same student whose heartrate increases due to fear with each step closer to school, every single day?
Am I the same Secondary 3 girl who got introduced to and hooked on the Sonic series at the wrong time, pulling her grades down during such a crucial year, making her efforts put into her Secondary 1 year in vain?
Will I ever be as hardworking and persevering as I was in Secondary 4, pulling my grades back up under the test of time for the final graduating exams?
I have finally graduated. With good results at that, too.
And I can genuinely smile and laugh happily without the constant image of my choir instructor scolding me in my mind or being on stage.
Onwards, to a new chapter of life.
deep description is deep. but unintentional hehe
P.S. Shoutout to
, my friends I know IRL - while the former was a 'parasite' to me (my poor tissue paper and stationery ;~; and doesn't listen to advice sometimes
) and the latter is quite a chatterbox (speaks as fast as a bulletrain, leaving me no chance to voice out my thoughts during some of our conversations
), I'd like to thank you two for inspiring me, even though I sometimes felt envious of both of your skills but never admitted it ;w;
This artwork took over 10 hours I think. Waughhh
Do not use or alter this artwork without my permission or claim it as your own.