Just finished reading 'The Undomestic Godess' and watching 'The Devil Wears Prada' - frankly, neither piece struck me as particularly astounding or memorable (As in, the sky didn't come crashing around my ears like it
normally does when I read/watch something I really like) but! what really resonated with me was the issue about,
the busy life; the horrors of the hectic schedule!
It seems to me as if our path in life is, in a way, predetermined. Whether we were born smart, or to a rich or poor family, to a city dweller or to a rural farmer, to love to read, to eat our vegetables - just, everything! Because this leads to our education, our interests, and then our place in society - whether to cook and sew and iron and bake and have floury fingers or, to read contracts and draft proposals and leave coffee rings as dark as the shadows under our eyes on our tables!
I suppose the cases in the aforementioned books are extremists, like yijun says! But rgs life can sound suspiciously similar in some ways, so much that I begin to wonder - when our little, seemingly chaotic bubble is burst, how much worse can it get? 16 year olds can already have their handphones ringing, smses coming, emails sending 24h through - what would it be like then, out there in the corporate world!
AIYAH! I was thinking... :/ It's quite scary to grow up! (One day, we will all find the answers to our questions, and laugh at our innocence and gullibility that we lost with age and experience. Hm, the question to ask then, would be - woe or joy?)
We've all been proud of our education - funny thing; but in the end, who is it who survives when thrown on a deserted island? The lawyer famous for her rubber eggs, or the cook who speaks in broken english?
