The 100th Post

Blogspot told me that it was gonna be the 100th post before I was typing down these letters. Bravo.


I was reading a man's blog. A taxi driver in Singapore who is holding a PhD degree from Stanford.
taxidiary.blogspot.com
If you wanna take a peek.

Before reading it I never knew that Taxi drivers earn less than coffee girls, for example, me. Or maybe it is just because that Dr Cai is not really good at his job as a cabber.

Nevertheless, earning is not the point here today.

His words are amusing, yet serious.

I don't know what I am gonna become after I graduate from this so-called global university, which is ranked among top 10 in Aisa, top 100 in the world. At least i know that I won't become a cab driver since I am not a Singaporean citizen.


During lunch, My project mate, an old friend from the same faculty, asked me if I attended the career talk from whatever bank. I said no. His eyes became so wide like bells and asked me why not. I said I didn't like talks. "But it is a must, isn't it?" he said. "Well, I am not interested in banks, let alone working in one." I answered and stuffed my mouth with vietnamese roasted pork, hoping that he would stop. Of course he didn't. "So have you been to this career conference...."

I swallowed my plate of delicious vietnamese food in Business canteen in a flash without even tasting any of the dish. "I gotta run. late for my lecture." I ran away from the conversation.


I am not a career orientated person. I am not. I used to be, or I used to think I was.

All I want now is to do what I like, because I have never done so for myself. Sadly.



I am drunk. Perhaps Tomorrow I will change my mind and go to the career talks.