The struggle has finally came to an end. Exams were finally over and we could all take a short break till the next term started.

This journey has been one of the most tiresome ever. A lot of facts (that needed to be memorised) were thrown at us and we had to absorb it regardless we believed in the data or not.

While studying the two modules, I've come to realise how different the real world is to that of theories. Theories are merely foundations of a firm work, the need to alter is infinite. And the results can vary.

Tsk. Enough of that. Hopefully all goes well and nothing needs to be repeated. Also, hopefully in days to come, the knowledge that I've forcefully implanted in my brain will not be required to see the light of day.

I have a wonder, one that has been lingering my thoughts for days (weeks in fact). What will become of me when all this is over and yet again I am required to step back into society with a rice bowl in my hands?

As far as I'm concern, I am still uncertain if my dream is what I wish to become. It seems the path of my future is becoming less and less clear.

Writing has been my dream - well the most recent one at least. But it seems to not be the direction I should to be heading towards. It's not that I don't love it any more but there seems not to be future in this field of work.

Anyone can write, one needs to be able to write not only fluently but makes another inspired to read his/her words. And so far, I haven't exactly been excelling in that area. Also, the demand for writers in Singapore is pathetic. Vacancies are limited yet supply is limitless. Even if you get the job, the salary a company is willing to pay does not suffice to the lifestyle, or my lifestyle for that matter.

The question remains a mystery. What will become of this Princess I call myself. A Princess with no land, no crown, and no hope (or wish) of becoming Queen.

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