Today was Temasek Poly's Pasar Malam day, or rather, as they call it, Campus Care Network day (CCN). It's a day where students set up stores, just like those in Pasar Malam seen in Singapore, and then shriek at the top of their voices attempting to sell overpriced fishballs to willing donators. WELL, it's a charity so it's not really overpriced as in, trying to rip you off so as to install a golden tap in their office. (NKF anyone?)

Well anyways, it's my first and last time trying to squeeze my way in and out of the students mob for this occasion. Seeing students using all kinda tactics like tugging your shirt to "sa jiao" (arghh I can't translate this to English) to get you to buy a stick of 3 marshmallows for a dollar makes me feel kinda.. uhh.. =/



So, I kinda dread the year ahead. Or rather, I HATE the year ahead. After the exams, I would be going to interns for 3 months. After this I will come back to school for my graduating exams. THEN IT WOULD BE NS. DRATS. NS. I. HATE. NS. PERIOD. It's like a glorified prison! Not only do I have to SHAVE MY HEAD (which is the one I hate most because I LOVE MY HAIR NOW), I have to sleep in the forest together with wild boars and SHIT AND USE MY OWN TOILET PAPER. And it's for a freaking 20 months, which means 80 weeks or 560 days! Holy banana. Imagine wearing a pair of geeky spectacles, nerdy hairstyle and a body full of sweat for 560 FREAKING DAYS. HOW I WISH I CAN GET OUT OF THIS DREADED PLACE. 2 years! I can have so much fun at the age of 20 and 21!

Sigh. Why am I a Singaporean? Sometimes I wished I were in Japan or Taiwan, having fun with all the street fashion, their TV entertainment, their food..
If I had the means to immigrate, I would DEFINITELY get out of Singapore. It's boring, rigid and totally, shit. Who cares about bringing in F1, having all the IRs when people have to beg and plead for a day off work in Singapore just to have fun, then get home and start rushing reports, documents etc etc. What's the point?

When I first get into the entrepreneurship and tourism cluster, I was elated. But pretty soon I realised, what's the point of life, especially in Singapore? You get all the riches, but you look ugly and old when you finally have the time to reap your rewards. You are poor, you eat sardines and soy sauce. You are the middle, you struggle, you boot-lick just to get to the upper class. I'm not saying this is not true in other countries, but this is most likely to be the scenario in Singapore.

Therefore, I hope, as and when I should be working, I want to pursue a career I have the most passion. Not because it gives me the money. Because I want to live the rest of my life before I retire, to do something I love. Look at the society now. People dread to go to work. Everyone looks bored when you get on the morning train in Singapore. They slog. They boot-lick. They endure humiliation. Why? Because they need the money.

Today's blog entry is solemn and long. But this is afterall a diary. My online diary. And I would want to look back on this entry 30 years later and not regret the decisions I've made further down my life.

P.S Anyways I'm going to catch Next later on so, look out for the movie review. Until then, signing off. =)

There. Evil thoughts.
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