Monday, June 10, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
The government should make it mandatory that all school-going students only take buses to school. If you wanted to drive your own kids to school, you'd have to pay! Pay me.
Anyway, the question of would I stay in Malaysia always seems to pop up in conversation. And I'd always answer, well, no, I wouldn't. We Malaysians, we like to complain. And many of these complaints would form the basis of why I wouldn't stay.
We complain about our government, our policemen, our judicial system, our education. About the weather, the air, LYNAS, rapid deforestation. About our telcos, the internet, the censorship of our movies. About hair in our mamak food, drinks that are too sweet or completely tasteless, about rude waiters, about rising food prices.
We went to the polls in May to try and change some of these things. But to no avail. Malaysia will always be home. But do I want my kids to say that? Do I want my kids to grow up in fear of being robbed on the streets? To grow up not trusting our policemen, grow up knowing that with enough money, you can pretty much do anything you want in Malaysia and get away with it. Would I want them getting used to the idea of all these things that we have just grown used to? Things that seem foreign and absurd to most, yet part and parcel of our daily lives.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
It is rather unpleasant when you experience the realization that you entering the workforce as a fresh graduate, at an entry level position, is equivalent to being another cog in the wheel of a corporation at which your contribution is quite likely negligible in the first few years of your long, seemingly never-ending chapter of life called work.
|Carebears, 1st runner up out of 16 teams at the inaugural GUO2013.|
|Shupei, at Fiona's birthday, 2013.|
Saturday, September 22, 2012
I’ve had a couple of months of full-time employment to date, and I have yet to understand how I’m going to do this for the next forty years. That’s 40. 4 decades. Considering I can only remember as far back as when I was 10 years old – that’s 4 times the memories.
The more distressing thought here is that I’m going to be spending more than half of that time at a desk. Sitting on my ass all day, trying to help a corporation make more money, meet targets and KPIs.
I recently read a quote that goes something like – People work their lives away to go on holidays that they just can’t afford.
And that struck me, it did. I love travelling, despite the limited number of stamps in my passport that I’ve accumulated over the years. And I’m grateful that I had the chance to travel a fair bit on my own before I started on this next chapter of life.
I guess what I need is a clearer purpose, a better goal to work towards. Would traveling be that goal? Perhaps. I don’t know. It’s the same for most people – work, have a family, struggle to pay off car and housing loans, retire and move on, to hopefully a better place afterwards.
Do I want that? Sure, I can’t say I don’t. I guess things will only be better the moment I start enjoying work. The one thing I would tell any fresh graduate or current university student is that the harsh reality of the working world is that - making money at a job you actually enjoy is a luxury.
It is an oddity, a phenomenon so rare that many spend their lives looking for it, or simply living with whatever it is they’re currently doing. But considering I’ve not put in the hours and time as many more seasoned members of the workforce, perhaps I’m not much of an authority on the matter.
I’m just hoping that I find it sooner rather than later. I suppose the optimistic way of looking at things is – well, work is full of challenges that should be embraced.
But whenever someone asks if I’m a pessimist or an optimist, I always say I’m a realist. Guess it’s not on the same continuum…but ya.