merely driven by materialism.
its not so much that i am
afflicted by extreme poverty
(and to those who are,
my sincerest condolences).
but i speak about the difficulties of
the sandwiched class-
neither poor enough to be noteworthy,
nor monied enough to lead a
convenient life.
we are mostly advised to
practise
personal contentment.
and i do.
i mean, i don't find myself pitiful
or underprivileged.
my point is, life could be easier,
and money most certainly
has the tremendous
potential to facilitate that.
money is magic-
we were conditioned to believe that.
it takes us to places,
facilitates our being of social animals,
realises our deepest of wants,
keeps personal esteem intact
and reaffirms self worth.
at this point
the smart alecky types
will be tempted to jump in to correct
my "superficial" concept.
but back off, yall.
life lessons are straightforward
in theory,
but not so clear cut in practice.
like it or not,
the world functions this damned
way and so we live with this.
In the workplace,
for example
conflicts and negative emotions
mostly stem from money.
Upset Customer, Envious Colleague,
Angry boss, Vicious Rival-
they are almost always the way
they are because of the money.
If your point of argument is
Principles,
I'll be happy trade them
for convenience.
I mean,
in situations that are not so terrible,
you can of course,
play the Saint card.
But in critical times,
where money clearly paths The Way,
there's nothing to uphold,
nothing more important then
finding The Way out.
And if you are insane enough
to believe that money is not
capable of buying you happiness,
it can.
You can probably buy relationships,
because rich people are easy to love.
maybe not so rawly for the bucks,
but surely for the lifestyle, the additional perks
and what nots.
You can buy yourself the image you
like to have people think of you as.
You can't buy Health/Wisdom,
but since being unrich rarely deters you
from sickness/ignorance,
might as well be
sick/ignorant rich.
Most importantly,
The Rich get to choose the sort of
people they want to be.
Surely, they can choose to be
snobbish, useless freeloaders,
but they can also
make a choice
to be nice, normal, well-liked people.
The not so rich,
will always have to be sorry
for things they did or never did,
invite people to trample over
their egos and put up with
injustice because we are expected to.
Perhaps I've romanticised
wealth but its hard not to be
bitter, especially
when you think of the possibilities
in your lifetime- if money were limitless.
Come ride with me
Through the veils of history
I'll show you how
God Falls asleep on the job
And how can we win
When fools can be kings?
Don't waste your time
Or time will waste you
11:32 PM
Saturday, March 17, 2007
the world continues to bestrange despite me growing up.
train rides have been inspiring.
i have been able to break down
People into some categories,
altho many others seem to fall out of
these 3:
the weekday morning crowd,
the Not So Civil crowd,
and my personal favourite,
the saturday evening crowd.
the rest of the world that
are tentatively unclassified
would be either the Too Rich For Train crowd,
or Would Rather ride the Bus crowd.
weekday morning crowd
is a bunch of frowning office people
who
really don't smell bad.
so i don't mind the squeeze
but they are
very bent on clustering as close to
the door as humanly possible.
it is tragic that some of us don't get
to turn up in office punctually as a result
of their reluctance to stray beyond the
entrance.
they like to arm themselves with
a novel because, i guess,
standing is not their idea of doing
anything.
favourite spots
for this crowd is where
the glass window is in full view
and one is able to ensure that
hairdo and makeup is intact throughout
the train ride.
Not So Civil crowd, i don't like very much.
they don't even bother to pretend to be
good people by ignoring The Elderly and
The Heavily Pregnant.
i don't wish to dedicate too much blogspace
to them.
also, they sometime smell bad,
sprint into the train before people
get to alight,
and chat too loudy, forcing nonsense
into our ears.
the saturday evening crowd
is a bunch of excitable people who get
a high in participating in the squeezing
into the Train.
they come from all walks of life,
and they release all the pent up
emotions of the workweek in this
train ride.
they cannot quite grasp the
concept that physical beings like
ourselves do not compress.
they show this by forcing themselves
onto trains that are already
uncomfortably full.
they usually have the door closed
onto them, or their behinds,
their bags, what nots.
if they are children,
more often then not,
they wail.
if they are couples,
more often then not,
they get raunchy.
if they are a group of boys in
school uniform,
more often then not
they smell.
i love singapore.
10:39 PM
Friday, March 09, 2007
adults claim that campus lifeand studenthood is really
as good as life can ever get,
and that to me,
is disturbing news.
by the way i struggled through
tragic, tragic school life
i know i would spend a
good next half a century still
wading through shit and
struggling to make a living.
see in school
my teachers hated me for
my lack of intelligence and my inability
to present my work with
terrific handwriting.
they also hated me for not being
like other normal kids who
are able to boost their egos while
having casual chats with them,
because I am naturally clinically
un-sweet and, uninterested
in sharing my life with them,
however much they claim to be paid
to do so.
everytime i think of teachers
i think of their icy, cold stares
into the very core of my
stupid, incompetent self.
and altho there
are exceptions, i believe
that my absurdity have tempted
MotherTheresa-equivalents to
ditch their compassion for
frustration.
anw, you get the picture.
school isnt necessarily terrible,
but it is surely difficult.
its hard to imagine Work
as being any tougher.
i'm easy, really-
all i want in life is to be
employed, middle-class, be allowed
to play my Welmar, give my family and
dog(s) a good living and have humanity
stop destroying Mother Earth.
i would really love to be
a horribly ordinary adult.
i will be obedient and lawful,
i will pay my taxes and i will not
jaywalk.
i just want to be Normal.
but life will be hard,
i can see.
as a low-wage temp staff that
i currently am,
i have grown to understand that
i will dislike this
Corporate world
that requires me to
engage heavily in hypocrisy,
laugh at terrible humour that
my boss pulls,
and forces me to
overconsume paper as if trees
were limitless.
i know i will hate this life,
but i also know that
the challenge as an adult would be
to learn to be okay with these
by numbing myself with lots of
material things.
6:56 PM
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
if i were moniedi would trot the globe.
jerusalem old city, israel.
kenya, safari.
1:14 PM
Sunday, March 04, 2007
im thinking Psychology,but maybe i can't.
i mean,
as my ugly, tragic
gp grade apparently shows,
im incapable of
thinking logically,
i am incoherent,
and i can't comprehend the English Language.
Read: i should not engage in anything that
would require involvement of
a functional brain.
what more study the
science of the mind when i
i own one that cannot withstand
intense usage.
perhaps somebody who has a mind
and has the ability to analyse should
advise me if
it seems okay for me to
do something i want that i might
be terrible at,
or something i don't mind so much
that i could probably try not
to be terrible at.
5:11 PM
