There is 44 students in the class, ranging from 18 years old to 50 years old. Majority of the students, I would say, are all speaking like they come from China! And there is this ongoing pressure that: Hey, you shouldn’t be in this class if you can’t even speak proper Mandarin!
I sat with the youngest in the class, the 18 year old girl, who is taking her A Levels this year. She speaks perfectly, and I thought she is from China or Taiwan. BUT SHE IS LOCAL! And she is a DJ in Singapore Hokkien Association, participated in a lot of DJ competitions, a FM95.8 DJ found her and invited her to work in FM95.8.
I met a teacher who dresses like she is going Ge-Tai, with mini skirt and blink blink clothes. She speaks with a Taiwanese accent.
I met a Language School instructor who comes from China. She reads well and fast. And while other students are reading, she will like to read along loudly to compete.
I met another PRC man who has a perfect voice.
These people are all carrying a dream of becoming a DJ. Some of them seems like they are coming for Superstar competition, heavily make up, pretty clothes. Everyone tries to speak proper Mandarin.
And me, wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, putting on spectacles, carrying a Converse bag, seems like the most sloppishly dressed person there.
After yesterday, I didn’t feel like going anymore.
STRESS.STRESS.STRESS.STRESS.STRESS.STRESS.STRESS.STRESS.STRESS.
Everyone is trying to 脱颖而出. And damn my running nose, I speak weirdly, and my 绕口令speaks so slowly, with so many dunno-how-to-read words.
Well, just take it as an experience bah. SAY BYE BYE TO MY DJ DREAM!
I can’t be a film maker, I can’t be a DJ, I can’t be a writer, I can’t be a scipt writer.
I CAN’T BE ANYTHING!
Then I dunnoe why am I studying this course. -_-
Perhaps, I just have to sit beside the Director and be the Assistant Producer by holding 2 time watches.
Or perhaps, I just have to go back to a hotel and be a receptionist.
Oh wells…
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