I know I haven’t been updating this blog because I’m too lazy. Years 2 and 3 have been an exciting flurry of business (both work and busy-ness). I constantly spew bite-sized thoughts that stream into my mind on Instagram Stories anyway, and I am remarkably easily bored and excitable, so longer, more considered pieces on Blogger aren’t sustainable. I digress. Many exciting life updates! I’m now officially done with my undergraduate PPE programme at King’s College London. I loved every bit of it: the depth, rigour and intellectual intensity of the course, the international student community, the bustling city of London and all the travel opportunities around Europe. Words can’t do justice to the profundity of the experience. In typical Quincean fashion, I milked everything I could out of the three years: went to Cumberland Lodge (for free) as a photographer with the Philosophy Department in Years 1 and 3, clinched the Principal’s Global Leadership Award (PGLA) in my second year (spending
I can’t believe it has been more than half a year since I last wrote something. I guess it’s just one of the consequences of getting posted to a staff vocation: sitting in the office all day mindlessly switching between Outlook and Excel over and over again, sucking up all energy and motivation to do my personal stuff. Even on the weekends, I just feel like recharging. As this year’s JC2s graduated last week, they flooded my Instagram feed with so many posts. I thought of my own graduation, and how two eventful years flew by. Yes, I miss the physical school. But that isn’t all. During lunch on 6 October, I went to the National Library. As I walked down Purvis Street and the sun shone mightily, I felt this scholarly academic feeling: so many research questions on my mind, the smallness of humanity trying to grapple with the universe. The pursuit of knowledge is inherently child-like, full of wonder and curiosity. Suddenly, I felt at home, despite not being in Hwa Chong. Damn, I really m