The big leap to University
Few can argue the longest time in one Singaporean male's life is his NS life. 2 years and 2 and a half years, it doesn't make a difference. Counting the days towards freedom, towards ORD, towards the shores of Boon Lay, Kent Ridge or even Town. Towards a land filled with 19-21 year old girls, young and fresh from school all ready to socialize. The myth that nothing is worse than NS life, the oasis at the end of the desert: University life. Saving us from the overdose of honour and glory and physical labour. As the days drew nearer, anticipation has already become numb. ORD will come. It will be done. From Bedok camp as it is in Sembawang camp.
Fast foward 6 months later, my hair has grew about tenfold. Someone probably adjusted the brightness level of my complexion as I look fairer and fairer in the pictures I take. I start to get fatter. I start to digest theories, academic journals that I don't understand faster than my KFC thigh meat. My hair grew long enough for me to pull when I got bored or frustrated. For the first time in my boys schools' glittered history, my school is saturated, or should i say, infested with loads of girls that I can ever imagine. Not that I'm particularly excited but it's a nice change of environment. Most saliently, the money in my wallet seems to vanish faster than anything that vanishes in Harry Potter's movies.
Unlike the NS days when money falls down from the sky into your ATM machines.
The bloody irony is that you spend the most money during your university life when you're supposed to be the poorest. You become more conscious of how you look, you settle down with the identity you associate yourself with, you dig deeper into adult life and found out that it sucks, you eat at the best restaurants or best food in the worst coffee shops, you go travelling in places near and far with friends and then you spend more money.
For people like me, I spend more money than other people and it isn't very necesssary. I usually devour more things than what I'm required of. I usually feel like a few pints when the nights get cold and lonely. I usually feel like a few pints when I start to feel thirsty. So there's where all the money goes. Food and Entertainment.
If only all the money in NS is used like CPF where they help you keep portions of it and gave you a basic pay in NS life, control your spending a little and channel it to your education or rather your non-academc University life.
Or maybe they should start paying NSmen who pursue their studies after their NS life a decent amount of money every year like the ERS. Maybe they can call it the NSS.
Or maybe there should be an in-house shopping center cum entertainment complex in NTU where things go at students' prices and shops hire students to run their businesses and thus pocket money.
The road to freedom comes at a cost, literally.
Fast foward 6 months later, my hair has grew about tenfold. Someone probably adjusted the brightness level of my complexion as I look fairer and fairer in the pictures I take. I start to get fatter. I start to digest theories, academic journals that I don't understand faster than my KFC thigh meat. My hair grew long enough for me to pull when I got bored or frustrated. For the first time in my boys schools' glittered history, my school is saturated, or should i say, infested with loads of girls that I can ever imagine. Not that I'm particularly excited but it's a nice change of environment. Most saliently, the money in my wallet seems to vanish faster than anything that vanishes in Harry Potter's movies.
Unlike the NS days when money falls down from the sky into your ATM machines.
The bloody irony is that you spend the most money during your university life when you're supposed to be the poorest. You become more conscious of how you look, you settle down with the identity you associate yourself with, you dig deeper into adult life and found out that it sucks, you eat at the best restaurants or best food in the worst coffee shops, you go travelling in places near and far with friends and then you spend more money.
For people like me, I spend more money than other people and it isn't very necesssary. I usually devour more things than what I'm required of. I usually feel like a few pints when the nights get cold and lonely. I usually feel like a few pints when I start to feel thirsty. So there's where all the money goes. Food and Entertainment.
If only all the money in NS is used like CPF where they help you keep portions of it and gave you a basic pay in NS life, control your spending a little and channel it to your education or rather your non-academc University life.
Or maybe they should start paying NSmen who pursue their studies after their NS life a decent amount of money every year like the ERS. Maybe they can call it the NSS.
Or maybe there should be an in-house shopping center cum entertainment complex in NTU where things go at students' prices and shops hire students to run their businesses and thus pocket money.
The road to freedom comes at a cost, literally.
posted by jingli K at 12:47 PM
5 Comments:
Almost everything in this modern world comes with a price, whether insignificant or exorbitant ... face up to life...
AzZ
haha, kinda duh. shld be u saving up, not they decrease their price. change ur lifestyle la, lesser pints can mean a lot of money.
but i agree on the imaging part, much more concious than b4.
I earned 80 on wed. by the end of the day 30 bucks was blew on pints and pizzas. we need professional help...
you still have that 50 dude.
And gekleng, your image is getting better all the time.
thanks to superhost, but man tt cost me a lot of money.
and i m eating like a pig now, getting fat like old days, soon will be like yr2 tjc yuneng....
oh no....
lesser pints is still impt, at least avoid one cause of belly.
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