The Opera Populaire

I'm not in good humour for various reasons. Time has come for serious thought about my future career and this is not something I enjoy. I'm nearing the end of my jail term and had applied for various positions, but not heard from any of them. till yesterday. Do I want to be a glorified tuition teacher, with a salary that I can only dream of currently? The thought disturbed me the whole night. Heck, I am at a loss about my current "career" and believe it should end soon. But not for this. Not for teaching the children of kiasu parents, whipping them more in this already sad education system. Frankly, the obsession of this nation towards academic performance disgusts me no end. What we are churning out is a bunch of kids who are exam-smart, but fail to appreciate life and know how to live outside of the school. The civil service, unfortunately, employs a vast majority of these. Which explains the miserable state of a certain party in these times of preparing for the next GE.

If anyone needs any dissertation about "radicalisation", I think I can provide them with a good real-life psychological working. This is one such place. I just heard something that made me really angry. I had been angry about my current state, but when I heard what was being done to a poor old man, being literally forced to retire, but stoically holding on, I want to lash out at some ppl up there. So you are only concerned about your past glories and the hum drum reality of your current life. have you ever spared a thought for that very person working under you?? Where is that generation that championed the poor and sought to improve the standard of living for the citizens? Everyday staying here makes me wanna spit some imaginary bitterness inside at those delusional folks. If this had happened in the neighbouring country, there would have been street protests long ago.

Meanwhile, I stew on. *Grrrr*

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