Saturday, November 15, 2008
In view of thevar's recent theory propositions, I feel obliged to comment.
In truth, theory 2 is more correct. I have indeed become a more "matured into a wise, proper and serious man, keen on nothing else but the defence and excellence of his country". Okay the 'keen on nothing else but..' should be changed to 'keen on nothing much'. Yup.
Somehow can't seem to find much interest in anything. Just living on a day to day basis looking forward to a certain day.
Long term goal - book out.
Longer term goal - commission.
Longest term goal - be operationally ready
Being able to set my goals and prioritize shows that I am indeed very much more mature now. Oh ya may I add one more
Longestest term goal - to marry ellen page or someone of equivalent chioness.
As for minor things like what I'm going to study and do for a living in future, I believe they'll sort themselves out.
As of now, I'm sort of considering NUS medicine so I can make my parents happy. I realise that their happiness is more important than mine. Cos I think I can find ways to be happy despite the shit I'm in (now that I'm more mature and have waded thru some big shit) but that's much harder for old people like my parents who aren't rich enough to feel happy by just looking at the balance.
BUT I don't wanna be a doctor. So alternative? SAF medicine scholarship? I think it's slightly better to be a medical officer than a doctor. Don't ask why. So effectively, I'm fucking considering selling my soul to the devil.
Is that not proof enough that I've lost my youthful optimism and innocence. Now as a mature -almost-adult, I have to face the realities of $$$, money, dosh, cash, ipod touch. The devil offers quite a good price for my soul I must admit and I'm quite tempted - as such a filial son - to go for it. Anyway, in the end if I don't like the shit, I can just quit and be a teacher. woohoo!
Of course this is all TALK and no action. well, see how la. next year try lor. no use fretting now. this sounds like a sound plan and it's just that, a plan. So don't think I'm hell bent on it or whatever.
Anyways, I had this nightmare yesterday. I dreamt that A levels were in a month and I was fucking lost cos I hadn't studied jack shit (like how in real life I NEVER STUDY for the past year la). And I was feeling quite shitty cos I didn't wanna fuck up the exams. Imagine a fucking big mess in your room and you just don't know where to begin. That's how it was in the dream. And a voice inside my head said 'it's no use, can't be done. just give up'.
Anyhow, I probably did give up since I woke up. Then I realised that the As were long gone and all was well. Anyway, this dream's quite deja vu la cos jsut after the exams last year I used to get this kinda dream as well. If I got these dreams, imagine what those mega stressed fucks would have been dreaming...
.. walking into the exam hall and realising that they'd forgotten to study some obscure formula that carried a total of 5% of the marks...
gosh. they probably pee-ed their pants/panties about it. terrifying.
On a random note, I hate it when people write in their exam papers after the invigilator has said 'stop writing' or whatever.
Okay la enough. I'm gonna end it here.
Sherlock.
opportunity cost of doing work9:32 AM
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