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patience will take me.

Tarot cards say...

Without patience, I will fail in the future.
Hmm. I don't know why people feel that I've loads of patience to spare, cause in my sanctum that is only a few cubicentimetres large hidden beneath my skull, I don't recall having much patience with people, and work.

Maybe cause, I can't see results fast.
Sigh. Then really, it just says how competent I am. Then again, I do have my virtues, just that patience isn't really on the list.

gah.

I think I've come to an age, where I question my existence, the meaning of life, and what is all worth it. You know, I have this faint trepidation that I am a lunatic, cause sometimes I have problems distinguishing what's real and unreal, what's true and faux. My goodness.

I cannot imagine how I would become if I breakdown. You know, mentally breakdown. Thank God that I'm able to cry and talk my problems out so that I may delay my impending insanity.

I always tell mummy that I'm born in the wrong country. Wrong place, wrong time. But of course, wrong country, that's the most important point. If I'm born in some other place, in some other countries, I need not face the competition of education.

Of course, I understand that education IS important everywhere, but what I'm trying to say is that I probably would have a greater market out there. Rather than now, half hanging in mid-air between "I can study" and "I cannot study".

I refuse to believe that companies do look at name of schools of interested candidate before selecting for interviews.

I refuse to believe that where you come from, your grades, your cert is really what all this society is after.

I hate to agree that, yes, it's important which sch you're from, what subjects you're majoring, and the all-holistic report you get at the end of your education, to only find that you have no jobs offering salaries you expect, and that fits your worth.

Sigh. In your eyes, my avid reader. I'm probably one of those sour grapes, those that aren't high achiever, can't accept reality, can't study, can't produce grades. But, am I not just stating the minor facts that the minority of us from some part of Singapore are facing?

I like to argue that Singapore does has her worth in Education, you know, like some protagonist defending Singapore, until I myself experience such stuff. Er. Actually not really, more like, you know, going to countries, and then understand the education systems, then start to wonder what life would be like for me elsewhere.

In other words, yes, I'm comparing. Cause I know I'm nowhere near the elites of Singapore in sciences, yet I'm nowhere near the artises of Singapore in arts. gah. I'm stuck.

You know, really, at the end of the post, which is this paragraph, I pity myself to become the slave of the economy, and I regret not daring to take H2 Art, and yes, damn practicality.



Berlindaang.

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