A Rivalry

  Even until now, having the need to accept the fact that I am not cut-out for a College still bothers me. I have the passion and confidence to study in a College, but it seems that SOME PEOPLE do not approve of my high aspirations and chose to discourage me to COMPETE with the entire Singapore 'O' Level graduates population for a position in Polytechnic, which I could easily fathom the five Polytechnics to be even more crowded than those years... Until I have finally made up my decision, which will lay a huge impact on my career life, social life and individually, I will have to stay in this state of loss and indecisiveness.

  Remember Jacky? The rivalry I had him? I discovered the cause of it, as well as the outcome. I once despised  that asshole for jacking into my life(Jacking, geddit?) and ruining it. I also hated him for not taking our friendship  seriously. But that was the past. Now the battle has already concluded. The winner is me. How did I win? Simple: Our results are the factors to this. While I have a bigger freedom to choose my tertiary education, he doesn't. He is one of the underachievers of our school. I also noticed that he has changed in looks ever since these two months of holidays: Gone is his once adorable and chubby looks, replaced by the hairstyle and demeanor of an outlaw... a slacker... a gangster. He has changed so much that no one recognized him at first. Friends started asking me, "Is that Jacky?" They chose the right person to ask. I knew at the very moment he entered the school premises that he was Jacky by... well... questionably, my instincts. He had lost to me academically and morally. He is no longer the moral person I knew. He has become something else...


  A rivalry sparked between the most unexpected of the least expected scenario. Between me and... Think I will address her as an anonymous for security and privacy reasons. She won me in P.S.L.E by just one mark. Then she beat me again in the 'O' Level Examinations, close enough. Well what did ya' know, a guy losing to a girl. Shouldn't I feel embarrassed? Actually, I didn't feel embarrassed at all. I felt no shame. What I felt was... a moment of confidence to get up and get on. This rivalry was indeed the reason as to why I never gave up in anything. This rivalry is the reason for my "never-dying" resilience.


  The dream I once had could have told me something... The one with me practicing some sorcery of unleashing a blast of flames from my hands... That girl, whom I can gladly admit is my girl best-friend, is pretty similar to The Wistful Guy... Talented, strong-willed and all...


  Now, my new goal, the post-'O'-Level-Examinations-goal, is to enter a University and finally win her, and maybe win The Wistful Guy at least once, too. It may seem like a far cry, but no matter how far it may be, I WILL make it one day.

I believe I can.