Global Citizen

This post is inspired by Prof Lee who has never stopped inspiring me since I was a little girl.

The New Worker according to him:
1. Not tied down by one employer.
2. Free to do jobs that stimulate.
3. Global citizens, will work anywhere where the jobs are.
4. Work for short periods.
5. Enjoyin a satisfying lifestyle in a high quality environment.
6. Multiple careers in their lifetime.

I felt something when I read this. And I suddenly felt inspired to blog about it even though to be honest I am not sure what I am going to blog about. So this entry is totally spontaneous and I am going to blog whatever that come to my mind next.

I guess the Old Worker would be one that is loyal to one employer and work for them for all their life until they retire like my dad.

Young people of today work in a very different environment. There are more opportunities available to us. If we look we will find it. And we the young ones get bored easily, if a job does not stimulate us, we quit and we move on to something more challenging.

I feel like a global citizen in a way. It wasn't a conscious choice to be one. Somehow it just happened. I think I am quite lucky really. But at the same time I feel out of place sometimes. I feel like I am still very much attached to my roots. Its not a bad thing but somehow because of that I will always be outside the circle. I could move into the circle but do I want to change? And because I am so used to different cultures, I will be still outside the circle if I go home. I will always be outside the circle regardless because I am a global citizen.

But because I am a global citizen. I am so used to being a modern day gypsy. I have not had a permanent home for 3 years. I am constantly on the move. I only see my parents once a year. It is tough to be a global citizen. And sometimes it makes me think if it is worth it and why people envy me for the volatile lifestyle that I lead and want to become a global citizen.

The volatile lifestyle is actually very thrilling when you first start. You are on the move, you get to meet so many people. You get to go places. But as time pass by you will get tired and you will start to wonder on what really matters. I guess Life is what you make out of it. But it also dawn on me that what really matters most to me is to find a place where I belong. Somewhere where I truly feel at home. A place where the heart is.

Might be here. I am getting very fond of UK. It has become a home to me in a strange way. Might be Malaysia, back to my loved ones. Malaysia is home and will always be home.

Might be anywhere really, who knows what the future holds for me.

Men

The nice men are ugly. The handsome men are not nice.
The handsome and nice men are gay.
The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.
The men who are not so handsome but are nice men have no money.
The men who are not so handsome but are nice and with money, think we are just after their money.
The handsome men without money are after our money.
The handsome men who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual don’t think we are beautiful enough.
The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money are pigs.
The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual are shy and never make the first move.
The men who never make the first move automatically lose interest in us once we take the initiative. (Sheila O’ Flanagan – How Will I Know?)

Can’t help agreeing to a certain extent…

Oh and I want to add to the list..

Handsome men are almost always vain.
Smart, ambitious and confident men are almost always arrogant and think way too much of themselves.
Sporty men are almost always way too competitive.

OK I should stop being mean.

Men are all assholes but women can’t stop loving them because they know they are probably just as bad if not worse.

Britain's Rich List

I was watching this show about "Britain's rich list". There are so many of these people with millions and billions of pounds. I bet they don't really know how much money they have got in their bank accounts - Probably lost count. Apparently all the world's wealth, about 99% belongs to these rich and famous people and we are only part of the 1%.

Some of these people are born with a silver spoon. But I really do admire those who work to get into the list. Is it perseverance or inspiration that gets one there? Do we have to really come out with something totally out of this world? Or do we work our ass off? Or is it just pure luck - being at the right place at the right time?

London is the place to be if you want to become a millionaire according to the show. Damn. Maybe I should have gone to London instead of staying in Birmingham.

After watching the show, I took out my calculator and started calculating how long it will take me to save up to 1 million. It will probably take me 70 years. That is if I just save and be a scroodge.

So how do people become millionaires/billionaires?

There are only 2 types of people:

Type A are those who are born rich. With so much money to spare they don't have to bloody work.

Type B are those who work to get to where they are. Most of these people are actually drop outs. I guess they really have nothing to lose by risking it all. People with qualifications are normally more risk adverse. These Type B people are risk takers, fearless and extremely driven.

Please don't tell me money isn't everything. People who say that are hypocrites and most probably had an easy life With Money. Just imagine there are so many things that one can do with money. It is not everything but with no money you are nothing.

So, I started thinking if there are other ways to make money. The only thing that came to my mind was to write a book like JK Rowling. I remember when I was little I was pretty good at making up stories. Perhaps who knows I will be able to earn my first million with my first book! Dream on PJ..

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Its been 3 weeks since I moved out of the city center. I do miss being in the center. I miss being able to pop into the shops with pyjamas beneath my coat. I miss the tesco just round the corner where there are always lots of gorgeous looking gay guys to look at. (Good looking people makes the world a better place.) I miss being able to lie in even on weekdays and the mad walk to get to work on time. I miss being able to have a night out and easily run back home at 2am.

But I also realise moving out of the center has made me more discipline. I now have to wake up earlier to catch the bus. I have to be more sensible and try my best to get home before 10pm like yesterday. More importantly it is cheaper outside the center. Maybe I will become a millionaire quicker than the estimated 70 years....

Voiceless

Can speak no evil at the moment.

Cause I have lost my voice to the evil Work-Stress Witch.

I try to speak but no voice is coming out.

The witch is definitely a bitch.

And I feel like the little mermaid.

Little Mermaid PJ is leaving the office and swims off to the NHS...

This Weekend

I decided to follow the canal behind my house into the city center.

Thought that it would be fun and adventurous thing to do.

Nice pretty start.

Then the canal became dirty, disgusting and smelly. Plus there were lots of flies and bugs. Grandma always say I attracted them cause I have fair skin. Crap...

And I remembered a friend at work told me they always find bodies in the canals.

I felt a wee bit scared and I tried to walk quickly...

Then I got a wee bit lost.

But I didn't want to turn back after walking for almost half an hour.

So I continued walking.

And breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the Brindley Place apartments.

Alls wells ends well....

My fave flowers at Victoria Square...

Yellow tullips...

Spring is finally here again. It has been a tough winter. With all the ups and downs I survived.

As I walked a long the canal, the waters somehow calmed my heart. I felt my troubles drifting away with the waters slowly.

I was thankful...

To be able to enjoy the glorious spring sunshine.

Last Weekend

I was really looking forward to the long Easter weekend. I have been so busy with exams, moving flat and also work that I really longed for a rest.

My wish was granted by the long Easter weekend.

After sleeping lots and watching all the movies and dramas that Ef had downloaded for me, boredom kicked in. Finished watching Beautiful Life (Japanese) and also the Japanese Version of F4. Beautiful Life was a good watch. I didn’t really liked the Japanese version of F4, cause I had watched the Taiwanese version which is way better.

After all that….

I was dying of boredom with nothing at all to do!

I had lots of work outstanding but I was determined to keep it a work-free weekend.

I had nothing to do and everyone had gone home for Easter.

I went to the library, hoping to get some books to keep me company and the library was closed!!!! Crap…

So I finished reading and re-reading all the celebrity gossip magazine that I can find in the house.

Bored still….

I decided to dye my hair Amber. But as always, my hair is still black and I think the dye somehow has made it darker. I really want to change my hair colour but I think the only way to do it is to bleach it and I am not brave enough to do that yet.

Was at the bookshop for ages on Friday. Books are damn expensive these days. In the end being really cheapo, I bought a clearance book for 99pence. (Tell me some lies by Raffaella Barker.) It is not the kind of book I normally read. It is not fantastic but I liked how the book ended.

Anyway, I should stop complaining about being bored…

Things that made me happy over the weekend…

…drying my laundry in the nice little garden under the sunshine.

Toast makes me sick. I rarely eat toast but I saw them making it on BBC's Saturday Cooks. and they looked really good. So I had to have some toast with ommellete (they even gave the omellete a posh name. what the hell... it is just fried egg!)

The toast that made me sick. It was yummy but I have had a sore throat and fever ever since.


Back to work! 2 and a half hours to the weekend....

Bity

I love it when I find money on the streets. Even if it is just 1 pence. Finding money gives me sheer joy. Makes me feel like the day will be a good one. A signal that I will have good luck.

So I was estatic when I picked up a penny on my way to work the other day. But when I looked up there was this beggar in front of me with his McD plastic cup. He saw my discovery and the look on his face was one that says 'Give me the money.' So I did... I put the penny I found into his cup and quickly walked away.

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I am getting quite fond of my tiny new room. I think I will grow in love with it soon.

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I was lost yesterday when I took a cab back home from the train station. It was almost midnight and I tried to direct the cab driver home and we got lost. I was really scared. I am hopeless at directions and at night I could hardly make out where we were. Thank God the driver was very kind and patient. He even turned off the meter when we were lost. Bless him. Eventually we found our way home and I got home just before midnight like Cinderella.

I was very touched by the kind cab driver. Just when I am almost convinced that humans are evil, he showed me that goodness exist and that I should be hopeful that there is good in mankind after all.

Relocation Relocation

Yes I have been demoted...

I have moved out of Birmingham City Center.

Thanks Ef for the help. She is the strongest girl ever. No kidding. She can carry like 3 boxes at a time!

Took me like forever to pack and unpack. And it is still not totally unpacked yet.

Woke up early this morning and tried to walk into the city center. Its about 2 miles I think.

I lost my map. So being the clever person that I am I tried to recall the bus route. How difficult can it be. And then there is the BT tower as a guide. I couldn't remember the bus route as I had only been on it twice and after a while I lost the BT tower too. Crap. Lost in the wee hours of the cold morning. So I carried on walking based on my instincts and found my way into town. Took me 40 minutes. Probably would have only been 30mins if I had been better with my directions.

Moving into a shared house with smaller room, which barely fit all of my world possessions. Having to take the bus like a student again. Does feel a little bit that I have been demoted from a more luxurious life of living on my own in the city center but I have had enough of paying ridiculous amount of money on council taxes. One of the other option is to get my own place, which I could do but would leave me very very poor in the short term. Its is a good long term investment but then there is the short term trade off. Still don't have enough courage for that kind of commitment.

Felt a wee bit nostalgic leaving the city center apartment. But I guess its time to move on.

The new house is lovely with good people and I just have to make the most out of it.

I just have to learn to live more humbly, and to be grateful for what I have....