Such a Mess
There has been so much whoo-hah about my convocation yesterday....and when it finally was over....it felt rather anti-climax actually.
Now I can close a chapter of my life....the chapter that revolves around studying and schools.
The very old and the fresh graduate.
The friends I have made over the 3 years in NBS.
Pls do not severe all friendship ties with me if your picture is not up!! I have yet to finish the editing and loading of all the pics. And to all those I took pictures with, pls send it to me!
Korz couldn't make it cos' of work commitments. My parents were happy to be there....as happy as Charlie is at the Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.
The people I saw yesterday, the schoolmates I snapped pictures with...it feels like the last time I'm seeing them. Perhaps the next time we ever meet would be along the streets of Senton Way amidst the concrete jungle, or at some Big 4 annual meets, or even in the papers being the CFO or CEO of some big corporation. Yesterday was probably the last time I see them untainted and unblemished from the onslaught of ugly corporate world.
I could be a victim too. With each passing day of my holidays, the doom draws nearer...and the feelings of trepidation augments. I'm living each day like it's the last day of my life.
Sometimes I envy friends who are in more stable and humane professions like teaching. I can't think of a more contrasting and apt example.
Would they have to slog till 2am in the office like I would have to? Well....the most is perhaps staying up to grade assignments till 12am isn’t?
Would they be expected to work on Sundays too? Granted that there would be CCAs on Saturdays....but isn't that all???
It's a feel-good profession, moulding the future of the nation. What extra utils would I obtain morally discovering the overstatement of expenses just to lower tax expenditure or uncover a fraud perpetrated by the CEO?
Just a declaimer: I have nothing against the teaching profession and did not in my writing have to intention to belittle the teachers or teachers-in-training! They are an admirable bunch and to come thus far, I owe them a lot!
What's my point?
Nothing really. Its just that I wanna cry out loud:ITS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!
So why wouldn't I join the teaching profession and quit being sour?
Simple. I HATE KIDS!!!!!!
And adding to the list of undesirable teaching qualities, I am very impatient (especially when it comes to imparting my knowledge)
I'm just everything that a teacher-ly person is NOT.
I must really digress now before I get lost indulging in self-pity.
My mummy threw away my track shoes!!!
She mistook it as trash as it was bundled up in a NTUC bag...similar to the other bags of real rubbish.
My mum's mad obsession with cleanliness and tidiness really gets on my nerves. I have never eaten deep fried chicken wings, fish or anything that needs deep frying in my home before cos' mummy is afraid of dirtying her kitchen. The most she would permit is shallow pan frying. Even then, she will be cleaning the WHOLE kitchen for an hour at least.
So if I have a fried chicken craving, there's only KFC I can turn to. But thankfully, I no longer have such urges. I have sworn off fast food, at least for the rest of the year, after watching Super-Sized Me.
I will burn a copy of the show and watch it every year (somewhat like those road safety video you watch when you pass your driving test!). To remind me why I should never step into a fastfood chain.
Tired. Woke up at 9am for gym this morning.
Conference tomorrow. I need strength for the superficial networking.
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