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Sunday 20 March 2016

Ethical property investment x office stories

Its Saturday, I did plenty of procrastination to compensate the no-sex weekend night or no-party night. Oh well, trying to convince myself to get a property. Not feeling sleepy, so I decided to write something. In short, two stories in one post.

Friday night with the poet

Poet text and hinted wanna go out with me to chill. Not sure what's that for but I agreed as usually there is something entertaining and insightful to hang out with a 36 years old guy who live much like a poet, artist, no property, use iPhone 6, yearns for a vespo but currently riding on some other brands. Apart from bitching about no-brainer neighbour (in which I called a stop to it because talking about people is the lowest level of intellectual development, haah! pretty fun though, like porn, it helps nothing much actually), we talked about family and property investment following my statement that I wished to adopt. He convinced me to bring my mom and aunt to a short get-away like genting or cameron. Then I said I wanna adopt a kid blah blah and subsequently stirred up the so-called ethical way of property investment. Well basically he said we should not buy houses (plural, mind you.) and sell it off for a higher price as a form of earning income, because eventually the next generation gonna suffer simply because no one gonna afford a house by him/herself. I thought, doing charity (saying things like u wanna save the world from hunger and stuff. I mean are u gonna give away 50% of your pay to someone else by the road side? This is a tough decision ler.) has become a luxury. People at the lower income side would need to keep on working to survive, the rich can have time to think about doing charity, the middle class are stuck. I guessed I was lucky to have landed myself in an MNC that paid pretty handsome. One should be smart and wise I guessed, one need to save oneself before saving others. No one gonna be bother about you when you're old and alone and pennyless, especially the gay people. I told myself, earn enough, get a property, pay off little loans, probably do some small business and let it run by itself some sort of passive income (oh dun talk about Amway and direct sales, I don't quite fancy those kinda passive income.) I said to him, I gonna tell my son to be wise, save your ass, and balanced it between doing things for others benefit. Back up plans dear, like Urahara Kisuke, think of 1000 possibilities and back up plans. Drunken master told me: in order to help others, one need to be up there with power, then it is when you can have the power and authority to help. I thought, when you have power, the urge of corruption is also very great. Eventually, I said I duwan to be fake like no-brainer neighbour, get probably 2 property in my life, one in Kedah one in KL, and bring mom and aunt to a short trip in cameron.

Office stories

Went out with the cunning ex-colleague and her bunch of sarawak friends, we talked about politics scenes in Malaysia and some office stories. We are pretty fed up with the I-dun-care attitudes even in MNC, making it like the government sectors. I believe it has something to do with the management culture, not much on whether it is MNC or government. There are people in the company that lies or boast their way to their advantage position, but we wonder how long people can do that, I mean it is fake and hallow, we didn't understand though. Some people could not get out of the company because they are too comfortable and they have no market value outside anyway. There is always a greener pasture outside and it is not that bad, they said. I thought I may need to finish off the projects before I leave, unless the offer is too great, otherwise it would just scratch my records and un-ethical. But then again, what is being ethical means in an office. People's boss is money, position, and power, not the business actually. What say you?

THE END. I decided to wake up late and not join the recycle activity. Ciao.

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