Crooning on my STEREO: What I Want (Fireball) by BOB SINCLAR
On my way home from Singapore yesterday, I enjoyed a pretty sunset.
Uninterrupted spectacle lasted for 5 minutes before a 10ft tall transnasional bus decided to roadhog. Malaysian traffic, damn it. Chuck out those pullman(s).
Singapore is wicked for several reasons; it is the closest country to us, yet it offers a different world of opportunities. Where in KL can you find a music store that will make you weep with such an extensive collection of Nouvelle Vague CDs? Or mainstream Bob Sinclar for that matter? When it comes to travel books, Borders Singapore can ram Kinokuniya KL hands down with a single shaft.
This pretty much explains my frequent, impromptu shopping tours down south. I usually come back poor but more hopeful. Even the recruitment section in Singaporean newsies propagates that every poor jobseeker will have a home in the workforce regardless of race and political connections. Whatever silly job that you desire, it is there. You just have to read the papers and apply.
Despite our patriotism for our recent National Day, I hate to say that the same range of opportunities is absent here. In Malaysia, 80% of job vacancies are never advertised. If you are a fresh graduate who'd like work in our TV-Film-Media- Distribution market, it is virtually impossible to enter this region unless you have a charitable friend like me who is always on the search for replacements so that I can leave my job. On the contrary, this position is advertised so extensively in the Lion City.
Plus, Singaporean employers actually LOOK at your degrees.
I don't want to sound anti-Malaisie, hence I will dig out its neighbour's downside; every young Singaporean chick has gorgeous legs. And that makes me feel highly inferior and I want to lock myself at home.
Workwise, I am trying to decide on my future. I am certainly NOT an ass-licker, and I need to feel appreciated for my strengths to inspire the extraordinary.
But my stream of thoughts tend to stray because I am simply spoilt by too many choices. I just have to focus on one and stick by it till world's end.
I just need to kill time, really. For now.
9 comments:
hahaha. i shouldn't be laughing i know. see you around, in blogland! all the best in whatever you do!
It's tough being young - so many choices and you're never sure what u decide wud be right for u.
There wasn't so many options in them old days - basically you grab what falls in front of you and run with it.
If it helps, just remind yourself that Life is an exam that runs for about 80 years or so.
And it's not about how many you get right but how honestly you do it.
where are you leaving on a jetplaneeeee =)
haven't seen you in a while, my bad.
Just keep thinking and you'll be fine. I just know you are going to write something super someday and then everyone will be trying to lick... Well you'll do well. *hugs*
hey lyn, dont think just drink. :D
anyway, i believe your happy demeanour will bring you places.
Kinokuniya is like our Fnac, except Kinokuniya sounds much sexier. All the cool stuff is located somewhere near you ...
That's a wicked photo.
misti: hahah you're so cute... likewise to you ,love!
sir cipan: I do agree, its so tough being young. If I only had one choice and had to stick by it, I'd be contented. But I have been exposed to so many, and those around me are running ahead, hence I feel the pressure. But the old theory do apply, grab whats in front and sprint.
I am honest. Thierry Henry is not...... :S
cyber-red: babe, i know. its been too long. I am physically parked here but my mind is everywhere...
kor: I am thinking too much and its freaking me out.
sic6ense: ehhh.. you curi that statement from my BF... kidding la.
I am still reading your book. :)
kracker: kinokuniya makes you cry - they have NO cds. Fnac is Singapore's HMV.
Azman: thanks!
Thanks for writing this.
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