Quick quick one…

I’m telling myself, “Okay, this entry quick quick one…” because I don’t have much time to spare for you tonight… Terribly sorry about that…

I’m having a presentation tomorrow, have to go prep up for my interview on Thursday, and then friday is another presentation… for which thursday I have to stay back in school for. gah.

Anyway, as of this moment, my report hasn’t been touched at all, i have presentation slides to prettify, a skit to produce, and journal entries to read and summarise. Oh, did I mention that I have like, also: an entire business plan with executive summary and all (to which I know nuts about the gabera of what I’m supposed to have in it since dear mr seetoh was going on and on about his technicalities and terminologies.), a marketing survey to do (along with a full SWOT analysis PLUS another biz plan. and an executive summary. again, i know nuts), 2 tests to study for (of which it’s roughly about 8 weeks worth of work each to cram). Where’s cram school when you need one? Oh wait, I AM going to cram school. It’s called the Singapore Education.

I wonder, why they’re so damn obssessed with making us cram in so much at the fastest rate possible? I mean what? You want us to be mini grads by the time we’re 21, have kids at 24, and still try to work and balance family life from 25 onwards till the day we lie in our coffins, on the queue line of being cremated? And all we’re awarded is an expensive, CRAMMED space next to many other CRAMMED up ashes in urns?

All the life of a Singaporean has, is to be crammed up. cram school, crammed living, crammed up work life that pays cram pays, crammed meals, no time to really enjoy good and fine dining where all you do is visually feast on the food (no it’s too dark to do that. fine dining has been defined as eating in pitch darkness in singapore mostly), and then when we retire, we’re mostly put in homes for the aged, living again, in crammed up rooms, then we finally die, lying in a crammed coffin because we want the best for our progenies, leaving everything in their name, so that they give us the cheapest, most stuffed up coffin that honestly, just looking at it, looks crammy. Then we get cremated and get shoved down an urn that feels and looks utterly uncomfortable and yes, you got it – crammy. And then get placed in a locker. For eternity (or at least, until they get rid of you forever and ever by disintegrating whatever’s left of you into a small capsule).

Welcome, to my life.

My Crammed Life.

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where was i? oh right, homework. I’m now up my neck with work. Time to get to it!
There’s an accounting tutorial tomorrow. yaaay!

Oh yeah, Louvre museum might be sending over some ornaments for display in Singapore later this year!!! I can’t wait to go see them!! I’ve been to the Louvre only once. It was awe-awe-awe-awe-AWESOME.