I got caught up counting my sheep blessings and couldn’t go to sleep tonight. So I came downstairs to get a glass of Ribena and to turn the computer off. Well, the computer is still lah so on nyer because I got caught up reading some blogs. (So easy to get caught up and get distracted these days.) Nevertheless, I must admit, I am amazed with the number of really good Malaysian bloggers now. Well-written English, fantastically engaging style, interestingly and sometimes questionably fascinating honesty within.
As a frequent reader of this Datin’s blog, I can’t help but admiring her writing. Flawless, and more importantly (to me) grammatically accurate. Logical? I mean…do I question whether she is a fact or a fake? Nope. I don’t question. She writes her truth, like I do mine. Plus, she doesn’t need anybody’s validation or verification to her stories, does she? In some ways, I can even relate to her life. Not her lifestyle per se, but the life and its luxury.
I am not in the kaya category. Far from! But I am humbled to say that I definitely belong to the berada species. Berada as in…I do ada almost everything I want. No doubt I ada all that I need. In fact, there are so many bembarang in my house that I should tiada-lized very soon. That’s what the patio sale is all about. That’s how blessed I am, to have what I want and to want to have even more when what I have is not wanted anymore. Greedy me!
Datuk, Datin or not…trust me, there are just so many Malaysians now who CAN afford to buy cars and houses in cash term. Irrespective of race, that is. Chinese, Indians and Malays. There’s just so much money going around back home. Before I was exposed to this expats life, I didn’t know that one could ever buy a car cash. Uh, there was just enough for me to put Tom Yam Sayur on the table every night with a tutor’s stipendio in KL. Only after I left Malaysia that I started to see that there were greener pastures elsewhere. I grazed on Dandelions like a cow when I was in Perth. Mooo!
And now the middle-east. The last time I was back in Malaysia, I tried my best to promote these tax-free countries to my ex-colleagues. I wasn’t in the force yet at that time, I wasn’t sure of the exact amount of beans you can collect. But now I know better. And it is a whole load more than I thought! So just imagine, ya saiyidati wa saiyidatina sekelian…how else could you afford a half-million RM property, a 4WD and a Honda Jazz; all paid in cash in no time? Brag or no brag, it is a good place to make money.
But then again, if money is your goal…chances are, you will get it. Oh yes you will. And that’s about all you get. Loads of it. Though I have seen more countries in the world than even many datuks have seen, and I make manifolds more than many ministers do…there’s always the ‘lonely’ factor. It really is lonely at the top. How long can you live surrounded by money? And how far can you stretch making nothing but money? At some point, sedangkan hujan lagi kan berhenti. Ye dak?
Well, I still strongly think that you guys should come and work here in the middle-east. Come be the eagles. Live and play with me. It’d be nice to be surrounded by friends, for a change. Maybe we could go get the Lasic done together-gether. Or perhaps we could laze around at the boat club or at The Chedi. The top guy is our close friend. And we might want to do part-time at that international language center by my place…alah just to feel good about ourselves. To put our degree to a good purpose. To keep our minds sharp. However humble your own career is…bak kata Desiderata.
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