how little we are
In a few days (hopefully), the bank account will show some 4 digit figures, compared to the 1 digit with cents balance for the past 3 days. as pathetic as it sounds, one can not deny the facts of living by the pay-cheque in the first year of working.
Hence, the fuss about government servants getting payraise up to 35% came to mind. How lucky! When the fake intellectual sits in the office, slaving for a good cause, a non-profit organisation which will never make profit, everyone else's hunger for pay raise have been fed.
Owh, and to top the week, a list of top 40 Richest Malaysian by Forbes were presented by The Star. Yes, All 40 Malaysians worth an accumulated USD43 billion. With a country population of 28million people, GDP of 5.2% (and hopefully growing) and good growth in the Malaysian ringgit for the past few months, everything seems possible. As it is possible to spend 8million ringgit for the sake of raising the minimum wage for government servants to be above the poverty line; to see how the richest man in Malaysia is worth 25.75million ringgit and yes, to also increase the number of reality show as to provide them with scholarships to pursue their superstar ambition via sms votes (senanglah, tak payah bayar utang PTPTN, shessh!). Of course we can afford that weekly phone credit reload to save their asses from being eliminated from the shows. Hey, I was one of those idiots who voted. Even though I cautioned myself to never exceed 5 votes during the show, however, there were always my mother's phone for extra 'to-the-rescue' votes, just incase.
But no, we're not talking about those little-sized people who were granted a scholarship to learn singing, a Toyota VIOS, a house and a trip to GoldCoast Australia. I wanted to actually write on the rich people of Malaysia. Not only those listed, but those who are getting richer and richer. And No, I'm not complaining about my "small" pay (or am I?) which will eventually be non-existence once I transfer them to their rightful owners (yeah, I'm just the agent here) . When everyone enjoys 3 months of bonuses after spending 10 hours in the office, I gladly pledge myself to the future of Malaysia by extracting historical facts. So, in terms of work-satisfaction, I'm getting there (I hope!).
But once in a while, I wonder, the other options I could've taken. To work in a bank or other MNCs that would easily pay me RM2,500 even for a Junior Executive (now you know my current salary is wayyy lower than that). With a probable flexible working hours, and a more convenient workplace where I can dress up in business suits, change tops and shoes and groom once awhile (yes, they don't call me 'Nurol kalut' at work for nothing, I don't even put powder on my face!). Or to flash that businesscard with an organisation that have a (M) in their name which means that they have branches overseas, or maybe just big big MNCs which is well known to even a small 3 year old (oowhhh, SHELL yang jual minyak tu yek?). All of my friends are earning those big figures, working in a classy environment despite the workload which can be quite stressful, and yes, in a mixed environment where they talk English 24/7, if not Manglish. Yes, I've worked in Maxis Communications Berhad before, I know how the environment is like.
Now, the government servants can also buy business suits, buy imported cars and buy shoes more than once in a month, for the pay raise that they will be getting which starts in July. Not to mention the year-end bonuses. Owh yes, those bloody lucky buggers who works in banks and large MNCs receives 2-3 months bonuses, or even more. Woah! No wonder everyone can own a bloody laptop, a digital SLR and goes for trips abroad. Lucky buggers! Err, well, good for you all.
But I love it here. I love my work. Aside from the fact that I have to wake up at 5.30am every single morning, and reach home only after 8pm (the earliest) every single night, endure the 2 hours (to and for) journey on the road, its a blessing. Hey, at least I can serve my country. In ways people won't imagine of doing. Preserving history. Thats the profit I'm making, thats the treasure been thrusted upon me.
How little we are compared to the rich people who are getting richer. Of coursemost some of the rich people came from rich families, who managed to pay for their Australian/American/Britain education which allows them to enjoy studying in such environment while mom and dad work day and night to pay for the 6-digit tuition fees. Some of those lucky buggers comes back home, flash their CVs with Education background that stated Degree with honours from University blablabla, (some foreign land outside Malaysia). Instantly get jobs, no questions asked about experiences or knowledge of the organisation. Yeah, past Independence, Malaysia has the tendency to look highly upon anything foreign. The truth. Period.
How little I am even compared to my friends who are working in MNCs. To even know they have been taxed scared the hell out of me. Hahaha. I'm not liable for income tax. Maybe not for a few years. But being little doesn't put me behind. I doowns borrow my dad's laptop (hahaha), owns given a PDA handphone (a generous birthday present by Muid), owns a Kembara (re-financed from my mother which I proudly pay for monthly, hehehe) and owns indebt with a credit card (which probably meet its limit sometime soon) and I'm breathing at a normal speed with everyone else. And once awhile, I have the affordability to splurge on my little siblings, treat them to some nice lunch and bring them out for movies. And I don't have supporting side-income from freelance jobs or sugardaddies boyfriend(s).
Unfortunately, all 38 rich malaysian men listed are married. And Raja Dr. Nazrin too, has got himself a pretty wife. So, I think I'm bound to be single for a LONG time and support myself wholly. Owh, and speaking of which, I came across a very interesting website I could never imagine of stumbling upon to, The Sultan of Perak's office official website which also gives out information of the traditions and protocol (adat istiadat) done in official ceremonies. Cool huh. Just when I don't believe in the sovereignty of Malaysian elite, somehow, I am proud of the Perak royalty. I know it sound biased as thats my dad's hometown, but hey, if you come across any other state which provides such interesting website, who have the entire royal family with not only intelligentsia, but also humble and modest people (as the commoner blood runs in their family), do present it to me, I'll give my full consideration.
enough for today. I'll check my bank balance online now. bismillahirrahmanirrahim. :)
Hence, the fuss about government servants getting payraise up to 35% came to mind. How lucky! When the fake intellectual sits in the office, slaving for a good cause, a non-profit organisation which will never make profit, everyone else's hunger for pay raise have been fed.
Owh, and to top the week, a list of top 40 Richest Malaysian by Forbes were presented by The Star. Yes, All 40 Malaysians worth an accumulated USD43 billion. With a country population of 28million people, GDP of 5.2% (and hopefully growing) and good growth in the Malaysian ringgit for the past few months, everything seems possible. As it is possible to spend 8million ringgit for the sake of raising the minimum wage for government servants to be above the poverty line; to see how the richest man in Malaysia is worth 25.75million ringgit and yes, to also increase the number of reality show as to provide them with scholarships to pursue their superstar ambition via sms votes (senanglah, tak payah bayar utang PTPTN, shessh!). Of course we can afford that weekly phone credit reload to save their asses from being eliminated from the shows. Hey, I was one of those idiots who voted. Even though I cautioned myself to never exceed 5 votes during the show, however, there were always my mother's phone for extra 'to-the-rescue' votes, just incase.
But no, we're not talking about those little-sized people who were granted a scholarship to learn singing, a Toyota VIOS, a house and a trip to GoldCoast Australia. I wanted to actually write on the rich people of Malaysia. Not only those listed, but those who are getting richer and richer. And No, I'm not complaining about my "small" pay (or am I?) which will eventually be non-existence once I transfer them to their rightful owners (yeah, I'm just the agent here) . When everyone enjoys 3 months of bonuses after spending 10 hours in the office, I gladly pledge myself to the future of Malaysia by extracting historical facts. So, in terms of work-satisfaction, I'm getting there (I hope!).
But once in a while, I wonder, the other options I could've taken. To work in a bank or other MNCs that would easily pay me RM2,500 even for a Junior Executive (now you know my current salary is wayyy lower than that). With a probable flexible working hours, and a more convenient workplace where I can dress up in business suits, change tops and shoes and groom once awhile (yes, they don't call me 'Nurol kalut' at work for nothing, I don't even put powder on my face!). Or to flash that businesscard with an organisation that have a (M) in their name which means that they have branches overseas, or maybe just big big MNCs which is well known to even a small 3 year old (oowhhh, SHELL yang jual minyak tu yek?). All of my friends are earning those big figures, working in a classy environment despite the workload which can be quite stressful, and yes, in a mixed environment where they talk English 24/7, if not Manglish. Yes, I've worked in Maxis Communications Berhad before, I know how the environment is like.
Now, the government servants can also buy business suits, buy imported cars and buy shoes more than once in a month, for the pay raise that they will be getting which starts in July. Not to mention the year-end bonuses. Owh yes, those bloody lucky buggers who works in banks and large MNCs receives 2-3 months bonuses, or even more. Woah! No wonder everyone can own a bloody laptop, a digital SLR and goes for trips abroad. Lucky buggers! Err, well, good for you all.
But I love it here. I love my work. Aside from the fact that I have to wake up at 5.30am every single morning, and reach home only after 8pm (the earliest) every single night, endure the 2 hours (to and for) journey on the road, its a blessing. Hey, at least I can serve my country. In ways people won't imagine of doing. Preserving history. Thats the profit I'm making, thats the treasure been thrusted upon me.
How little we are compared to the rich people who are getting richer. Of course
How little I am even compared to my friends who are working in MNCs. To even know they have been taxed scared the hell out of me. Hahaha. I'm not liable for income tax. Maybe not for a few years. But being little doesn't put me behind. I do
Unfortunately, all 38 rich malaysian men listed are married. And Raja Dr. Nazrin too, has got himself a pretty wife. So, I think I'm bound to be single for a LONG time and support myself wholly. Owh, and speaking of which, I came across a very interesting website I could never imagine of stumbling upon to, The Sultan of Perak's office official website which also gives out information of the traditions and protocol (adat istiadat) done in official ceremonies. Cool huh. Just when I don't believe in the sovereignty of Malaysian elite, somehow, I am proud of the Perak royalty. I know it sound biased as thats my dad's hometown, but hey, if you come across any other state which provides such interesting website, who have the entire royal family with not only intelligentsia, but also humble and modest people (as the commoner blood runs in their family), do present it to me, I'll give my full consideration.
enough for today. I'll check my bank balance online now. bismillahirrahmanirrahim. :)
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