Tanda-Tanda anda BAYI tahun 80-an:
Tanda-tanda anda bayi tahun 80-an:
kita membesar dgn menonton G-Force, He-man,
Transformers, Thundercats, Silver Hawk, Woody
Woodpecker, Chipmunks and Mickey Mouse. Not
to forget Ninja Turtles, Mask, Smurfs dan Voltron.
berus gigi time waktu rehat kat skolah
rendah?…hmm, mesti pegang cawan warna-warni
kan. mencangkung kat tepi parit dgn classmates
semua kat seblah…
ingat tak, misi kat skolah masuk kelas dgn list
dentist appointment. pastu bunyi gigi member kite
kene gerudi kat bilik sebelah. ada gigi yang
berlubang, kene laa tampal.
ni sure korang igt…program minum susu di skolah.
nak galakkan budak2 time tuh minum susu.
sekotak 30 sen jek beb…
cikgu2 kalau nak denda, mesti guna pembaris
panjang warna kuning tu. pukul tapak
tangan…kan?
semangkuk mi sup ke, mihun sup ke, 30 sen jek
kat kantin.
Hankyu Jaya, Yaohan - shopping complex yang
popular utk meluangkan masa dgn family. ni for
those yg dok KL laa
time skolah menengah, korang sure beli kasut
skolah Bata BM Turbo atau Pallas Jazz. ada yang
suka kasut high-cut yang buatan china tu…ada
yang suka stoking tebal laaa…
internet? email? mendalah ape tu?
CD? ape tu? kaset tape penah laa dgr. tiket
wayang pun 5 inggit je.
kite pegi kedai runcit, beli Chickerdis, Mamee ,
Kum Kum, UFO, O-Ya, Ding Dang chocolate balls
yang ada mainan kat dlm die, ‘telur’ keras warna
warni, ‘rokok’ chewing gum, KIKI Bubble Gum.
tak dilupakan, ‘TiKam’. bile dah abih exam, main
Monopoly la, Donkey la, Happy Family laa dlm
class.
tapi bunyi loceng laa yang paling best skali. boleh
beli aiskrim ngan apek kat luar skola tuh…
lagi satu loceng masa nak pegi rehat. tinggal kan
keje skolah, jom kita pegi makan. budak2 yg dpt
Rancangan Makanan Tambahan (RMT) mesti kluar
awal.
lagi satu yang seronok mase time Pendidikan
Jasmani, PJ. main bola laa, rounders laa…
permainan kegemaran, main guli, batu seremban,
penutup botol, batang aiskrim, ‘Pepsi Cola one-two-
three’, ‘Police & Sentry’, kejar2 duduk…
kita hilangkan dahaga dgn aiskrim 10 sen. yang
tube aiskrim, ada byk2 color tu. kalau nak makan,
kene patahkan kat tengah2 die! lipat kertas
kecik2, pastuh buat lastik. hmmm..ni pun kita
main dulu
ni. baling2 kapur laa.
hmm…budak2 kat university skarang, kebanyakan
nye lahir thn 1987/88. skarang digelar ‘remaja’.
bagi diorg, diorg mane penah dgr lagu ‘We Are the
World, We Are the Children…’ dan lagu ‘Uptown
Girl’ yang diorg tau, yg Westlife nyanyi….bkn Billy
Joel nyanyi…
bagi diorg, ada satu je Jerman kat dunia ni, dan
ade satu je Vietnam.
AIDS wujud sejak diorg lahir.
CD pun wujud time diorg lahir.
Michael Jackson dah putih dah time tu.
Diorg percaya Spiderman dgn Incredible Hulk tu
filem2 baru.
Diorg tak bley bayangkan skrin hitam putih utk
sebuah komputer.
Diorg tak penah tau pun ‘Atari’ dgn ‘Game &
Watch’.
Diorg tak percaya penah ada TV hitam putih…dan
diorg skarang tak reti nak switch on TV kalau xde
remote control. dan diorg tak paham macam mane
kite boleh
survive dkt universiti tanpa handphone…
hmm…jom kite check, kite ni dah tua ke:
1. korg paham ape yang korang baca kat atas ni,
dan korg sure tersenyum
2. kebanyakan member2 skolah menengah kite
dah kawin
3. korg sure pelik bile nengok bdak2 kecik main
komputer, selamba je
4. kita geleng kepala bile nengok bdak2 skolah
menengah guna handphone
5. kita dah tak byk sembang2 dgn member melalui
telefon lagi setiap hari
6. bile jumpe member lame dari semasa ke
semasa, seronok bile bersembang pasal cerite2
lame, cerite2 kelakar yang kite alami mase dulu
time kecik2, nakal2 dulu…
7. last skali, bile dah bace email ni, korang akan
terpikir utk forwardkan dkt member2 lame korg.
Sure diorg suke punye laa…hehehe
p/s: Lawak la… Teringat zaman2 ‘gonjeng’ dulu2
kan? hehehe
My DREAM job…hmmphh~
I started my third job stint a while back. Left alone in the game of independence for one year and a half, I said goodbye to the security of copied notes, textbooks and exams, and hello to the world of etiquettes, bosses, responsibilities, supervisors and people whom I’d rather know as the friendly uncle who lives across the street.
Quickly, I learnt that the journey of finding your ‘own work’ and own way to please the boss and benefit the company—the company that cares more about profits than its real assets (i.e., employees)—would be a tiring one. From Day One, the weird glances, sarcastic remarks and unpleasant comments, all disguised as acts of concern or friendliness, showed me how much more I had to learn about the working world than I previously thought. Suddenly, the student life seemed a distant memory.
WORK IS A RELIGION
There were, of course, those basic survival tips I already knew: the ‘act busy even if you are not’ concept, the ‘always help your colleagues’ rule and the ‘be polite to your superiors’ principle.
Still, something was amiss. Unless you were impossibly brilliant or somehow related to the management, following the above advice didn’t quite equate to getting the boss’ acceptance and trust.
Then, I discovered the hidden art of ass-kissing. I watched how my fellow workmates would willingly lick their boss’ flat, chocolate ass. For instance, one colleague always tried to suggest new things to prove his smarts to the boss while shoving his nose in everything someone did, desperately trying to find fault with others. Another colleague got to work early and went home late, doing little work in between, but she was ever-ready to put her best front for boss. All in the name of ‘professionalism’.
Part of me wished for the day when my dad won the lottery (sadly not) and bought me a big biotech company, where others could lick my shapely yellow butt. But the rest of me didn’t want that. I told myself that they had forgotten that whatever colour our rumps, they still do the same thing: shit. In other words, their desperate efforts to please had meant compromising their values and identity. For the sake of a pay cheque, they had allowed themselves numerous double standards and distinctions.
And yet I realised how easy it was for me to be just like them. A mask-wearing office rat. A superimposed version of my boss, sharing the same goals, aims and dreams for a company I secretly don’t give a jack about. All this is just to keep the inferior capitalistic economy running, bills paid and individualistic, materialistic needs met.
Which means that workaholics are essentially cultists who worship their work and their companies. The CEOs are their gods; the managers, their damn prophets. Money is their motivation. And as a colleague told me, “There is nothing to like or dislike—it’s a job.”
WORK IS A PRISON
I also discovered something else: work is like a prison.
Take the 5pm syndrome. That the time when work ends for most of us, which translates to a few hours of doing whatever we feel like until the 9am buzzer sounds again. Is that not like imprisonment, where inmates are given a fixed time to walk around the compound? Like us, they use that break to do sports or watch TV (and they don’t have taxes to think about). And like us, when that period is over, they are unwilling to go back into their cells.
It gets better. Think about it: how much freedom do we really have? We subscribe to what society and the mass media tell us is cool, hip and right. Our busy schedules and never-ending work takes away almost three quarters of our lives, stripping us from things we really need. Things like unselfish relationships, fresh air and a sense of true accomplishment from doing what we want to do rather than what others dictate.
Meanwhile, our fellow inmates lunch with us. No one cares too much about purposeful existence, but rather everyone looks forward to the next promotion or assignment. And everyone is trapped in this sick, sad, crazy illusion called work.
You could say that my reality is still in the making.
I still want a dream job where I can truly be proud of what I do. I want to be content earning an honest, decent living for myself and still have the ideals that I have now. I want to continue to piece together the meaning of life, believing that a better understanding will help me live it to its fullest expression.
Thankfully, i still got my dream job and almost over. After this, I still have one more year to enjoy my life before being officially absorbed into the workforce again. Which, come to think of it, still gives dad enough time to win that lottery. ah ha…
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