Monday, January 08, 2007
First comes love then comes marriage and then the baby carriage !?!
Try this.
First comes Honors then comes Masters and then the pHD.
Here's the story of the poor undergraduate souls trapped in an endless persuit for higher accolades and more alphabets added to the back of their names.
We the so-called cream of the crop (what crop? corn?) come in as freshmen at 19 and are soon transformed into Mugger Toads with days filled with lectures and tutorials and printing notes and reading notes and writing reports and reading journal articles, with a social life slowly but surely ceasing to exist, with social skills and abilities to interact and care for each other tossed aside to focus on our A+ and our 1st class honours.
The more you suceed in Mugger Toadiness, the more you fail miserably at keeping up to date with family matters and with friends and their struggles. Heck you don't even bother to detest people anymore. Theres no time. You don't exercise. You don't shop. You don't go out. You don't even hang out. You don't chill and you don't laze.
After 7 years of mugging. With enough degrees, certificates and awards to wall paper your house, you realise that in the midst of getting 'smarter', you got colder, and further, more distant, more unaware, more insensitive, more ignorant, more unapproachable and more unlovable.
I don't want that to be me. Which is why I brought the entire family out to dinner at Siam kitchen. My treat :) because i know Uroups and CGL and volunteering is gonna take me away from homecooked nightly dinners.
Then i get home and i have the wildest conversation with a dear ol friend whos apparently found the one whom she wants to spend her life with. I promised to be her wedding planner and Godma to her children when the day comes. We joke and I find it amusing at first to hear someone talk so seriously about marriage and kids. Then i realise it is no joke to her. Its real. We're 21. When pple talk about getting married, its OK. Its acceptable now, not tabOo or unrealistic. When pple ask when its your turn to settle down and have kids..its maybe not so much taunting anymore..its a VALID QUESTION. yikes.
The horror of realising that marriage and kids are SO not in any of my near future plans at all. As in who the hell thinks of getting married whilst at lecture or tutorial? you think about the textbooks you need to buy or the notes you neeed to zap. Yikes even if the bf was willing right now, i could never commit to settling down. Not now. I have degrees to get and jobs to suceed at.
Ew.. So am i the one with the problem?
We have friends our age, dressed in office clothes with working pple hair and make up and THEY look 21 and professional. We conquer the world in mismatched jeans, t shirt and sandals everyday and get our I/c checked at the movies and clubs because WE LOOK like teenagers.
Something is wrong lah is it me or NUS? pray tell. ¶ 7:37 AM
Try this.
First comes Honors then comes Masters and then the pHD.
Here's the story of the poor undergraduate souls trapped in an endless persuit for higher accolades and more alphabets added to the back of their names.
We the so-called cream of the crop (what crop? corn?) come in as freshmen at 19 and are soon transformed into Mugger Toads with days filled with lectures and tutorials and printing notes and reading notes and writing reports and reading journal articles, with a social life slowly but surely ceasing to exist, with social skills and abilities to interact and care for each other tossed aside to focus on our A+ and our 1st class honours.
The more you suceed in Mugger Toadiness, the more you fail miserably at keeping up to date with family matters and with friends and their struggles. Heck you don't even bother to detest people anymore. Theres no time. You don't exercise. You don't shop. You don't go out. You don't even hang out. You don't chill and you don't laze.
After 7 years of mugging. With enough degrees, certificates and awards to wall paper your house, you realise that in the midst of getting 'smarter', you got colder, and further, more distant, more unaware, more insensitive, more ignorant, more unapproachable and more unlovable.
I don't want that to be me. Which is why I brought the entire family out to dinner at Siam kitchen. My treat :) because i know Uroups and CGL and volunteering is gonna take me away from homecooked nightly dinners.
Then i get home and i have the wildest conversation with a dear ol friend whos apparently found the one whom she wants to spend her life with. I promised to be her wedding planner and Godma to her children when the day comes. We joke and I find it amusing at first to hear someone talk so seriously about marriage and kids. Then i realise it is no joke to her. Its real. We're 21. When pple talk about getting married, its OK. Its acceptable now, not tabOo or unrealistic. When pple ask when its your turn to settle down and have kids..its maybe not so much taunting anymore..its a VALID QUESTION. yikes.
The horror of realising that marriage and kids are SO not in any of my near future plans at all. As in who the hell thinks of getting married whilst at lecture or tutorial? you think about the textbooks you need to buy or the notes you neeed to zap. Yikes even if the bf was willing right now, i could never commit to settling down. Not now. I have degrees to get and jobs to suceed at.
Ew.. So am i the one with the problem?
We have friends our age, dressed in office clothes with working pple hair and make up and THEY look 21 and professional. We conquer the world in mismatched jeans, t shirt and sandals everyday and get our I/c checked at the movies and clubs because WE LOOK like teenagers.
Something is wrong lah is it me or NUS? pray tell. ¶ 7:37 AM
