The Serf Lives On

I actually wrote a whole lot of stuff since there's been quite a few things I've been wanting to say and get off my chest. But then some switch in me just got flipped and I deleted it all away. It's mostly senseless ramblings anyway.



I guess it really doesn't help that I constantly feel like an underachiever in NS who's developing an inferiority complex. Because trust me, it sucks when you constantly hear a voice in your head telling you, "WAKE UP BOY AND WORK HARDER, COS THERE ARE SO MANY OUT THERE WHO CAN ACHIEVE WHAT YOU DO OR EVEN OUTSHINE YOU WITH FAR LESS EFFORT".

Perhaps only now I'm starting to truly appreciate the valuable masochistic meaning of my alma mater's motto: say Nil Sine Labore with me, homie. Perhaps this was the reason why I could connect with the poem about the Serf that I did 2 years ago and got my first ever 'A' from Mr Whitby, heh.

In the meantime, it would have been nice if I had a little bit of talent, damn it!