Cheap Labour

According to this (sent by Marc):

http://sgjobs.blogspot.com/2008/10/singapore-salary-handbook-20082009.html

I am (and will be) grossly underpaid.

I am a pauper of a friend.

I will never strike it rich.

Please bear with this person of me.

I am a heartlander, at heart.

When people study in good schools, I study in lup sup schools.

When people drink coffee at cafes, I lim teh at kopitiam.

When people eat oysters at restaurants, I eat hum at hawker centre.

When people eat Kobe beef and steak, I eat beef noodles.

When people eat caviar, I eat quail eggs.

When people talk about renovating their bugalows, I talk about the upgrading works of my flat.

This will be me. For a long time to come.

Sigh. The melancholy of life.

Why am I judging myself by capitalist standards?

Have I grown too pragmatic for my own good?

Is my discipline a prescription for poverty?

Can my interest be sustained?

Can rhetoric reconcile with practice?

Only time will tell.

Hope I have made it right.