Chapter Thirty-Two: Survival Of The Fittest

With each progressive step in the education system and with each step further in the Game Of Life, the people you meet and the environment that you are in will get excruciatingly more and more suffocating till you finally die of asphyxiation.

In other words, you’ll meet some bitch sooner or later in life.

In primary school, betrayal wasn’t a word one could recognize. Even if there was a fight, six years was more than enough for reconciliation. As there was no betrayal, there was only stupidity.

From primary school, you move on to your teenage years and here you meet the genetic product of Mankind coupled with a few thousand hormones and you get one of the worse kinds of human beings, ruled by emotions and influenced by society. 

Here, you meet backstabbers, you meet bitches and you meet jerks. More of jerks though.

I heard JC’s going to be worse. People will screw you over to get what they want. They will trip you, they will laugh in your face, or they wil do things behind your back so evil and conniving that it would put Jack The Ripper to shame.

For that…I can’t wait.

Being in the Arts faculty I’ll probably be looked down, stoned down and mocked by those in the supposedly better Science faculty but like I mentioned to Royce over MSN the other day, I pray that I don’t meet any losers in the Arts faculty.

I’m sure people are more vibrant. More creative. Friendlier. Possess a greater form of conscience and imagination. And ultimately, don’t study…much. That’s my single wish for Christmas.

Talking about Christmas, I am preparing myself for the worse Christmas in 16 years because I have no money. You know, you don’t need company to have a good time. You just need some good alone time and some money and poof! All the world’s a stage to prance about and buy stuff for yourself to make yourself happy.

Either that or you could invite 30 odd people into your giganticamous home and throw a party.

Although life’s been a wreck for the past few days, at least Evonne’s coming back to Singapore. Haven’t touched that subject in a while. I actually wanted to mention that Dec 13 was the 2 year anniversary since she left Singapore.

But I was working and too exhausted to get onto the computer. My head’s been clogged until now.

It’s been that long since she’s left and now that she’s coming back (heads up, Dec 23 Singapore time I think) to spend Christmas in Singapore, I do hope that I get to see her. But after the 28, because I have no money now. So if you’re reading this, please can we meet after the 28th because I really have no money now and…I really want to see you anyway. So…..MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL.

On another note, I’ve realised that due to my lack of social interaction and undertaking of watching a “documentary” about someone else’s life on MTV (The Hills), I’ve grown even faker than before. Adopted idiosyncracies I’ve watched about and pretending that there’re cameras tracking my every move.

 Ever wondered about how your life would be if a camera recorded your every move? I reckon mine would be somewhat erratic, filled with drama only with the presence of school but otherwise mundane what with life consisting of the computer, TV, work, food and sleep. At least I have Rachel to look forward to later today so…all’s good I guess.

What makes it good also is the fact that I have people dropping by almost every other day I work which makes life exciting. Today, Abby and Imee rushed in and rushed out and Weiru came in as well. Nothing like three lovely ladies in the middle of the shift, what with Abby wearing her porno gypsy outfit.

I don’t get how people can just go out every day. LITERALLY. It’s like the only thing stopping me is money. If I were Cheeyang, I’d go find myself a girlfriend and stop playing with my stupid video games at home because I have the money.

I don’t know how people can have almost inexhaustible amounts of cash at hand. See, I reckon there are a few reasons.

1. Their allowance given is VERY BIG.

2. They have good financial management; but this is bullshit because it contradicts the fact that you go out everyday.

3. They don’t spend a lot when they go out; which is bullshit once again because who can’t spend when they go out?

4. Life is good.

I vote for number 4 as the number one reason people can just go out, out out and about everyday. Good life hor. Maybe they deserve it though. Maybe karma has it going good for them. I think they deserve it.

Abygail has been the sweetest person to everyone so she deserves all that has and will be going for her. David too.

Talking about the two, I told Donna to help me say goodbye to Josephine the other time she left for Indo (I think?) but they had another farewell for her because she came back to Singapore and then left for the States on the 22.

I’ve only known her for 2 years but she’s a pretty spunky lady. Cori was just mentioning her over dinner the other night at Cheeyang’s how her idiosyncractic gestures and almost-manly attitude were the things that made her loved by everyone. I guess I’m speaking for all that truly, there would be some part (no matter how small) missing now that Jo has gone over to the States.

And what in blazing hell is the fascination with the States as well. It’s like everyone wants to go there sooner or later at some point in their life, and especially to study. I won’t rant about it but no matter how delirious and frustrating Singapore is, if there’s one thing worht staying for, it’s the 12/13 years of education the Government provides.

But I guess the States are just alluring in a way. A land of opportunity for all and where anyone can be what they want to be. I’ve never been to the States though, I hope to go there one day when all the Islamo-phobia has faded- which I’m sure won’t happen for a long time.

Parents can’t afford a holiday for all of us though. I just hope that I can go to Australia again as one whole family.

Money determines everything…unfortunately.

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Sleep, don’t weep, my sweet love/My face it’s all wet ’cause my day was rough/So do what you must do to find yourself/Wear another shoe, or paint my shelf/Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong/I hope I find a place where I feel I belong