I'm the Language Arts representative. Again.

For the third year running even, and those are all the years I've had in Nanyang, so far.

Can you believe it?! -.-

The wise thing to do now is to NEVER tell me who nominated me for the position, for I'd find it hard to refrain from knocking the lights out of her -.-

And whoa, a unanimous vote!
I'm like, so stereotyped when there lies the fact that I've never been a decent Language Arts rep.

I guess I'll just have to live with it.

And the highly possible fact that I failed my first Math quiz for the year - don't ask.


It was funny attending Orientation when I'm already a senior in school. I might have looked oddly out of place, or even highly resembling a joke.

I felt nervous and I couldn't help but feel like I don't belong. It wasn't what I truly wanted but don't get me wrong, I didn't join it only because I had to, though it definitely was a contributing factor.

If I had a choice, though, it'd never had come to this.

Sometimes, it feels like I'm held back and cuffed up in all aspects possible. I don't usually get to decide; all I can do is do what is perceived to be the best.

And very often than not, these best solutions usually come with neither happiness nor relief. All they bring is regret, leaving me lamenting my fate and wondering why I'm what I am.

Why am I always given the chance to dedicate myself towards an interest, only to be told I'm unable to accomplish what I've set out to do because of reasons like physical constraints just when I'm starting to feel attached to it?

Not only to it, but to the people who made me feel like I belong, like I'm a part of them.

How am I ever going to make up for what I've lost?

Cheers!
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