I welcome you to my world
hi
hi
+ Over the mountains and the sea
throw a thought or two; then a storm brews.
not because we have to pretend or trying to skive
but just because you're good at something, the job is yours.
then what if you're good at everything? what are the others going to do?
its unfair; so what if i'm good at it? did you ever ask if i wanted to do it?
no, in fact there was no choice given to me; maybe i hate doing it?
have you ever wondered dear one? were you ever even curious?
i think our society is troubled. look at us. look at our lives.
the culture that we have build is just really sad.
it is a norm, to be made to do things you're good at but you dislike.
they just want to benefit from you; no one really cares if your heart is in it
it is a norm in our country to bring work home, to expect to answer work texts, calls and emails.
'URGENT' has no boundaries, its like a lion out of its cage
it's ferocity demands compliance and compliance is given to readily
it makes me wonder why nobody steps back to see the big picture.
why is no one fighting for their own time, their life.
are they afraid to be stamped as irresponsible and unreliable
or is it uncooperative and rude.
i thought back in school they encouraged students to ask.
so why when we enter the working world, we don't?
or maybe they think of it, but the thoughts stay hidden inside.
for fears; unknown.
i'm wondering too much these days and im getting scared of how bold my thoughts can be.
i just know i DON'T eat, live, breathe work.
work is just 8 hours a day, five days a week
that is what i am paid for.
whatever is required hereafter such hours, should be life or death matter.
i am entitled to the remaining hours of MY life.
i am entitled to whatever anonymity of what i do during those hours.
i am entitled to be responsible to my family and friends too
i am entitled to have time with myself.
and every single milliseconds counts.
our dear Singapore needs to draw a clear line.
but they won't.
because they don't care about what you like or dislike.
they just want something out of you.
time, labour, skill, whatever that lets them call our country successful.
i think it's all just sad.
like puppets who can't get mad.