The Opera Populaire

I have decided to skip lecture tonight. This obsession with doing a dissertation-worthy term paper has reached its limit for me. I actually emailed D about feeling angry at what he did about 1998: reducing it to mere statistics and downplaying the existence of rape victims. He responded to a later email about statistics, but not to that issue. I don't know if he had seen it; the lack of reply does make me feel like I'm in the wrong but I think deep inside my heart, I know everyone feels the same. I'm the only idiot who spoke our minds. Well, it's not the first time. Asians are not known to be the most assertive. I am not either, but I think time and age have changed me somewhat. I am not about to let something that matter to me and to my kind be treated lightly.

I am not the smartest person around. In fact, I suspect I'm prolly the dumbest since Hons days or even prior to that. But I try my best in everything I do and I think I've been reasonably well-regarded, career-wise, so I don't fear for my rice bowl.

Speaking of career, I am getting less and less partial towards the idea of serving my bond in a certain place. Bureaucracy and the resulting inflexibility annoy me like nothing else. Why must I pay 50 cent to deposit my belongings in a locker, fill up endless registration forms for my details and purpose for being there and promise to send my thesis to them just to use the damned library? Oh, and buy a new photocopying card just to use that one and only photocopy machine in the entire place. If it wasn't because I was desperate, I would not have deigned to step in! And even then, I didn;t really find what I was looking for. So I just have to suck it and plough through that paper the best I could. Thankfully, Boss had asked me back.

Can't wait to finish this whole damn study. Can't wait for the holidays. Can't wait to wedding day. Can't wait to start earning a proper salary. Meanwhile, back to the paper I go.

Labels: Rambles, Random, Saya Affairs