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Friday, June 01, 2007
Mid summer dream @ 10:26 PM
Mid summer dream
1st June 2007 - Friday night, clear sky with light breeze
The tiring and hectic semester ends with the dreaded exams as usual. Could not care less about the results, it is finally over. That's what count i suppose. Now i am in the professional attachment phase of my studies. That is how i am suppose to spend my last long holiday as a full time student. Working for wage befitting of what i call a slave. How i wish it end faster, so i can find better paid job. Of cos there are people who say it is for the knowledge, but knowledge is a surplus to people who find difficulties paying off loans and supporting the roof over his head or the money to feed hungry mouth.
Knowledge is power? Knowledge is wealth? I don't think all rich people in the world are knowledgeable. The kings and lords of the past do not need to be smart, they just pay for those smart ass services. Not much have change from then till now i suppose?
Over lunch with my colleagues at killiney kopitiam, they were discussing what they want to buy during the great Singapore sales, like a new hand phone or new gadgets, how they were going to spend hundreds of dollars on them. They go on to talk about watches, one of them said she will buy an expensive watch next time. What spurred her is a fellow senior who wears a $5000 watch. She also said that the first thing she looked out on a guy is the watch which kind of make sense why she wants to wear such an expensive watch . Another also casually spoke that she just bought a xbox360 for her boyfriend. And there all the while I am considering whether i should spend a dollar more on food so i can save another dollar to buy my shower foam which i m running out of or to be a little nicer to my semi filled stomach.
I chose to save the dollar.
What will you choose?
A rich slave?
or a poor poor slave-driver?
Nobody
Name: Brandon
A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore