you know, whenever im at the airport, i get this irresistable urge to quit my studies and go be an air-stewardess. i dont know, its just this whole glamourised affair. about being pretty, getting to fly all over the world, and of course, the cash. but of course i know; beneath the thick make-up and practiced smile, there probably lies the claws and politics, as with other jobs. moreover, its a job where most of your colleagues are women.
generalisation, but i think women are more prone to hyprocrisy, jealously and all the shite. especially in the industry where looks are important, one thing leads to another. all the backstabbing and climbing over others' head to get to the top.
sigh. just thinkin about working gives me the shivers. its not as if there arent already such stuff in jc life; but its just gonna get worse out there in the v competitive working world, no?
and in any case, i dont think i can actually do a good job of serving others anyway. i live more to be served than to serve =)
okay i want to say this. i am freakin bored of tampines. ive lived about 1/4 of my life in this town (thats if i live up to eighty years old) and my schools have all been inside of tampines. why didnt i go study in sajc or smthg. sigh. everyday, tampines mall. everyday, st hilda's primary; then secondary; and now tampines jc. even church's in tampines.
dont get me wrong, i LOVE tampines but really. sometimes a little variety would be good. when i do work next time, it had better be out of tampines, i say. the further the better. lols. hey. it would be even better if i get to study at NTU. all the way at boonlay. lols.
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 3:59 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music