life after 2007.

I know that this statement I'm about to make will not relieve you guys of any more of the stressing that you are shouldering.
I am still going to study after the O levels.
Don't bother rubbing your eyes or rebooting your system because yes.
I am still going to study after the O levels.
Well of course the word "study" encompasses plenty of things such as reading chemistry notes, cursing Newton for coming up with so many formulas and crushing that piece of answer sheet when you just cannot hit full marks for MCQ. But no, the stuff I'm going to study are nothing like that.
I intend to pick up a third language.(applause please) The motive? Well firstly, the next time you anger me, at least I can cuss and not let you know what I'm talking about. But of course, the fail safe method would be the sign languages; those never fail. Then after learning how to rattle and sputter in Japanese, I intend to learning how to walk underwater. That is just a fancy term of learning how to swim. Ok. Period. I don't want to explain anymore on that.
Of the late, if you had been watching tv, I had noticed an increased frequency in the number of times MOE had been advertising "Teaching as a Career". Just last night, Mum asked me just that.

"Why don't you go become a teacher? In that way, our family will have 3 teachers!" she said.
Ok. Background info time.
At the moment, I have 2 relatives who are teachers. My Big Aunt is an English and Science teacher. She taught me primary school science as well as English since I was 6. But of course, coming into Secondary School, she just taught me English or rather, introduced me to books whenever I popped by her place. I suppose it's thanks to her that well, I am sort of good and bad at English. As for science...Well...Let's just leave things as they are.
My other relative, a cousin in fact, teaches Chinese. What are the odds you might be thinking? Two relatives, teaching two key languages that LKY has been stressing for the past 40 years. Although the latter just mysteriously came into the limelight of the late. Hmm. Anyway, she didn't teach me much; but on occasions that I went to her place during the New Year, she will never fail to throw Cloze Passages and Comprehensions at me. I was roughly 10 at that time and guess what? I was doing Sec2 Chinese Cloze.Talk about kiasu.
So, back to conversation.
I was giving Mum that retarded look again.
"Me? A teacher? You want me to die ah?". I continued to elaborate further that I was already beat marking my own scripts and she was expecting me to be a teacher and mark over 40 scripts. (I think I now know why Tan Chin has been telling me to stop barraging her with essays. But..no promises.) So, no. I am not going into teaching. Furthermore, I doubt if I had the sort of patience to teach students subjects like Humanities or Math. I think most of the time, I will be throwing compasses and protractors at them then telling them how to properly draw and calculate angles.
And it's here that I think I should say "Teachers should be given free plastic surgery". Not because they are facially disadvantaged. No no. But for all the hell and crap they go through, they technically age faster than typical accountants and managers. So yeah, they should pamper themselves or otherwise.
So then, Mum persisted in asking. "What do you want to do when you grow up?".
I told her this.
Before I hit mundane adulthood, I wanna give bar tending a shot. I wanna try working at Ministry of Sound cause Zouk is so last Century. Or maybe at some other bars which are newly opened.
Then I intend to dapple with Biology even though mine suck..oh so bad. I would like to try going into forensics. You know, the CSI type where this dude goes around examining the deceased? Then I did some self-thinking.
No. Being a pathologist isn't good.
Why?
Firstly, in clean, green, safe, alive Singapore..You don't get that many murders happening. I don't mean to be evil or anything but that's what my job is supposed to do. So, no. I would starve to death before another high profile murder case happens. No more Kallang River corpse please.
Then I came to a decision.
I would be a stock broker.
Those that wear nice red coats or blue or green or whatever colour and point hand signals at one another. That would be fun! I mean, yeah. Fun! And if I want to converse in secrecy, I could always switch to Japanese.
Now, isn't that handy? =)
Well. cheerios and give the Os your best shot.
I had better go try figure out RV.