Social Survival

"Zeo Mega Battlezord expects you to read and think about it or it will fire it's tiny lasers at you"

I've been working at the airport as an Airport guide (not the most glamourous of jobs but it pays well) for a good 5 days now and frankly, I hate the place. Maybe it's because my post is at Departure or maybe it reminds me of how stuck I am on this little island we call Singapura. I see men and women in suits going towards the business class check-in counters and leaving past immigration and I even see a few familiar faces return if I'm posted at Arrival.

Then I wonder to myself, "How the fuck do I get to be like them?" It's bad enough that already I'm having a hard time planning my course of action for possibly the next 10 years.

It sucks when I'm barely 20 and I'm trying to come up with a lifeplan. So at one point, while helping a passenger figure out how to get to the Coffee Bean, a revelation. Money.

That's the definition of planning for the future in this country means. Money.

Plain and simple.

You get money from having a career (businessman recommended). Careers leads to having money. You bills NEED money. Your house, your car, your daily necessities, your need to provide for a family. All requires money.

I guess for a country that has a land mass of less than 300 sq miles, money is as simple as you can get to measure your damn worth.

If you can secure a good and regular income, and know how to save and invest, chances are, you're halfway home.

But a little luck goes a long way as well. If let's say, for some uncanny reason you just keep finding yourself stuck in a rut. Well, I guess that's tough luck. You can go about a million and one ways (I'm currently at my 2,074th way) to make your life a little better, but middle-class will just be as high as you can get. It's vicious cycle, thats why it's called a rut.

So if you're Singaporean (or are from any country for that matter, cause I know some Finnish people do read my blog), can you honestly say "money isn't everything"?



Heck, what the hell do I know. I'm just an airport guide.