Life's a Bitch, and then you Die
I thought I would be more than happy to get outta school, and embark on my new life. Nothing more than a utopian fantasy it seems. The lingering bitter aftertaste of graduation; the aftermath of the absence of a convocation; the incessant dizzy spells at the new vocation; a calamity awaits..
Graduation is definitely overrated. If I were German, I would stay in school for life. Spend twenty years bagging all accolades possible. I could be a brilliant engineer, a benevolent doctor or a pompous, ruthless, contemptuous, scumbag lawyer. *nods vehemently*
University wasn’t exactly the most pleasing chapter of my life. It was where all innocence was stripped, all sanity eroded. The chapter’s now shut, and I’m smothered in the abyss of a new chapter. The cavity which seems all set to rob me of all my social life and sleep. No innocence, no sanity, no life, no sleep. How barren is the pauper.
Convocation is definitely overrated. A friend mentioned that it is actually something conjured for the parents, not us. Dinner was awesome, until Mrs. Lee had to ask,
“eh, when’s your convocation?’
“ummm…this Monday..” *clammy palms*
“Monday??!! How come you’re not involved?”
“ummm.. forgot to register..”
A storm ensued..
It’s uncanny how University life is both inaugurated and wrapped up in the most similar way, by the chancellor whom you’ve only heard twice. I don’t even know who the Dean of Engineering is. What more to speak of a sense of belonging. It now seems almost deliberate that I missed the ceremony..
Working in a bank is definitely overrated. Especially when you know nuts about bonds, equities, derivatives, yada yada yada. Even the phone is entwined in complexity. Hell it’s cool the phone has a touch screen, but it’s way profound for the simple engineering mind of mine.
It makes me lament and mull over the saddening fact that my life has been reduced to shambles overnight. You just know it when you have to sit on the toilet bowl for a nap, heighten your senses to watch your back, wear that perfunctory smile for the benefit of your new colleagues. Emotional Labour.
You now look forward to the finer details in life, like the 1pm lunch break, or the trip down the pantry for a free cuppa sugarless white coffee straight off the vending machine. Even a text from a friend to dislodge you momentarily from the lackluster Bloomberg terminal is heartening. The only exercise you engage in is executed with the tip of your fingers and an epiphany hits you. You now fully fathom why most working class women have bulging tummies.
This is all part of the vile conspiracy the world got us embroiled into. You slog your life away in your youth just so to ideally retire in comfort, which usually isn’t the case cos’ most of your life would have had been ravaged by all the lacerations of your younger years and when you’ve earned enough money to buy yourself that month-long vacation in Europe, your wastrel son demands a car.
Life, is but a vicious cycle.
Graduation is definitely overrated. If I were German, I would stay in school for life. Spend twenty years bagging all accolades possible. I could be a brilliant engineer, a benevolent doctor or a pompous, ruthless, contemptuous, scumbag lawyer. *nods vehemently*
University wasn’t exactly the most pleasing chapter of my life. It was where all innocence was stripped, all sanity eroded. The chapter’s now shut, and I’m smothered in the abyss of a new chapter. The cavity which seems all set to rob me of all my social life and sleep. No innocence, no sanity, no life, no sleep. How barren is the pauper.
Convocation is definitely overrated. A friend mentioned that it is actually something conjured for the parents, not us. Dinner was awesome, until Mrs. Lee had to ask,
“eh, when’s your convocation?’
“ummm…this Monday..” *clammy palms*
“Monday??!! How come you’re not involved?”
“ummm.. forgot to register..”
A storm ensued..
It’s uncanny how University life is both inaugurated and wrapped up in the most similar way, by the chancellor whom you’ve only heard twice. I don’t even know who the Dean of Engineering is. What more to speak of a sense of belonging. It now seems almost deliberate that I missed the ceremony..
Working in a bank is definitely overrated. Especially when you know nuts about bonds, equities, derivatives, yada yada yada. Even the phone is entwined in complexity. Hell it’s cool the phone has a touch screen, but it’s way profound for the simple engineering mind of mine.
It makes me lament and mull over the saddening fact that my life has been reduced to shambles overnight. You just know it when you have to sit on the toilet bowl for a nap, heighten your senses to watch your back, wear that perfunctory smile for the benefit of your new colleagues. Emotional Labour.
You now look forward to the finer details in life, like the 1pm lunch break, or the trip down the pantry for a free cuppa sugarless white coffee straight off the vending machine. Even a text from a friend to dislodge you momentarily from the lackluster Bloomberg terminal is heartening. The only exercise you engage in is executed with the tip of your fingers and an epiphany hits you. You now fully fathom why most working class women have bulging tummies.
This is all part of the vile conspiracy the world got us embroiled into. You slog your life away in your youth just so to ideally retire in comfort, which usually isn’t the case cos’ most of your life would have had been ravaged by all the lacerations of your younger years and when you’ve earned enough money to buy yourself that month-long vacation in Europe, your wastrel son demands a car.
Life, is but a vicious cycle.
posted by Epiphany @ 5:07 PM
2 Comments:
The next time you whip out your little designer purse to pay for that tiny skirt, think about the hours you spent boring yourself silly in the office. Now you know money doesn't come by easy.
Yeah i noe.. working life's a bitch sometimes. Heartening to read yr blog & knowing that i'm not alone! Hope u get used to it.. Gambate! =) -Mos.
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