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Saturday, April 23, 2005

Bright Young Things

I have bad mood swings. Whereas most people manage moods that are more predictable - oscillating back and forth relentlessly with the lethal gleam of a pendulum down-down-down towards Poe-inspired decapitation - my moods are atomic monsters that lurk at oceanic depths dragging aircraft carriers and oil tankers to a watery grave, if not scaling the heights of some culturally significant architecture (If you promise not to look closely too into my metaphors, I promise I won't either).

Stricken, I did what every smart, rational, thinking person in the Twentieth Century would do: I looked for something to throw blame at. Many people have turned blame lobbin' into an sophisticated art-form gun-slingers would be proud of, following the rise of other social activities, such as bitchin'-until-the-other-gives, two-handed-back-stabbin' and everyone's old favourite bootlickin' the boss. Such trends should continue if arenas for the aforementioned interaction increase - starting with the increasing Project Work for secondary school kids to initiate the future of our nation into the corporate world.

Hey, maybe primary schools should start looking into it - imagine the fun: " Tee-char!! You ver-lee preety today leh!" " No fair one tee-cha, he make my crayon broken now cannot finish!" "Must punish her leh, she always colour so slow one!" Haha. See, our next generation of entrepreneurs. Doesn't it bring a tear to your eye? Tissue, please.

Instead of developing into a bio-medical hub or a casino Integrated Sin City wonderland, maybe we should tap into our comparative advantage and develop our never-say-die kiasu-ism. Then hor, with our grammatically more efficient Singlish lingo facilitating communication and cannot-lose-out attitude when bargaining, we can win more awards and be Number One in stuff again! This time business stuff.

Okay, maybe I've been watching too much of The Apprentice.

en at 2:35 pm

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