Wah I'm offline for just 1 day 1 night and missed so much kah!
Why everywhere got scandal one. Politics also got. Blogs also got. Turn head anywhere also can bump head into a scandal. Haihyah. Nothing to say about that lah. This is kinda the reason why I rather not get involved or get close to anyone in the arena. Too old, can't really be bothered, and I'm just.. tired. Not to say that it wasn't a guilty-fun read though.
Business trip was eventful. But lugging around luggage around half of Singapore wasn't really fun. Didn't have the opportunity to drink any decent alcaholic beverage to recharge myself but the hotel room I stayed in was fanfuckingtastic. Too bad it was only for a night. Didn't even have the time to soak myself in the tub, or use their other super duper canggih looking facilities. My credit card is already bleeding because of it, though. Argh. Damn the weak RM.
The trip has reaffirmed me of a couple of things
1. It's not what you know, it's who you know and
2. the ability to bullshit on the spot and convincingly will take you everywhere.
Unfortunately, I wasn't born into the first, because it's something you have to be born into. While I don't have the second either, it still can be learnt. Which takes a lot effort. And time. And me giving a fuck. Do I really give a fuck? It seems I must if I want to go anywhere and retire before I'm 40. Marrying a rich, dying old man has never been an option to me because it's downright sickening so don't you smart alecs even think about proposing it. Plus do I even have the right looks and character for this? Haha. I didn't think so either.
Made up with friends for a quick (and yucky) drink in Singapore on the first night. Malaysian by birth. Studied in Singapore after college and never come back. In fact, one of them is actually afraid of coming back to the motherland. Tanah tumpah darahnya. The place where she grew up. Why, I asked. It's so badly managed (implying the circus we read about in the papers everyday), so dangerous (implying crime rates and rempts), she said. I don't feel safe, she added. Immediately after I heard her say that, I felt a tinge of sadness. The insides of my stomach knotted. But it's home, I tried to reason. No way. It's terrible. I never want to go back, it's a scary place to be in, you can't even complain openly, she reiterated. How horrible does a country have to be for its own countrymen to be afraid of coming home to it? I feel very sad for my country. I love it. But yet at the same time I'm dissapointed. And it feels like there's nothing I can do about it. Except to leave. Peace? You call this peace? Granted we are not war-ridden, but why must we always compare to countries worser than ours? Singapore is not better, but yet its people are more contented. Spending power stronger. Perceived level of safety higher. What to do. What to do. Balik tongkanglah.
What I hate most about travelling on air by either MH or SG is how shitty and bias the service is. If you wear the same colour skin as them - you are dirt, and not worth their time. Glaring, condescending, unsmiling. How is it that they can forget that I pay the EXACT SAME FUCKING FARE as the next foreigner? As a matter of fact, who gives them more trouble in planes? Their own countrymen or the foreigner? What happened to Asian Hospitality? Is that kind of service only reserved for a certain group of elite people? Yeah, it's only from Msia to Spore but isn't YOUR job to make it THE BEST travelling experience for every single one of us, as YOUR paying customers? Fuck you, bitches. If you strip out all the perceived glamour and snottiness you guys are nothing but a bunch of overpaid waitresses with attitudes like something crawled up your ass and died. Of course, not ALL of them are like that. But a lot of them are, and they really shouldn't be. Ptooi.
I think I want to work in Singapore too. Everything is cheaper for me as a Singaporean living in Singapore than a Malaysian living in Malaysia... except for rent. Let's see how that plan comes along. Most of my plans die as soon as they come to life. And I really don't know about the people and its culture though. I don't know if I want to live with that. A SWOT analysis is in order.
Back to work. TGIF.