Stupid meatball. He got an oh-so-higher-than-me aggregate of 241 for his PSLE. He effortlessly got it; during his mugging period, he was still playing his gameboy. And now I feel so inferior, a stupid aggregate of 234 when I mugged like hell. Because my parents are like, "Lousy. Your little brother beat you." "LOUSY
." (Screw it, I hate it when people say I'm lousy, especially when your own parents are saying it.)
And I had to tolerate the stupid meatball's cockiness. "HAHA. I BEAT YOUR AGGREGATE." I didn't feel inferior in the beginning, but a tinge of happiness for the meatball and also a pinch of why-is-it-that-he-can-do-better-than-me-when-he-didn't-put-in-as-much-effort.
But nevermind, I tell myself. I'll just treat it as a fuel to the burning passion to do extremely well for O Levels to get that 9 points I want. I must prove it to my parents that I am not a
hardworking-but-stupid girl. And I also want to wipe that smirk off the meatball's face. And of course, I must do that well so that I can enter Victoria Junior College and take Theatre Studies and Drama as an A Level subject. I WANNA!The passion is burning within me and I must fulfill it.