Am I an Alien?

Am I an Alien?
Life is a journey between the home and the office. At night I warm the bed, in the day I warm the seat in the cubicle and then in the evening I warm the coach. In the morning I can't wait to go to work, so that I can top up my fuel tank with free breakfast and then catch the news. The newspaper is a window to the world from the confine of my cubicle. And the happenings of the world is sometime out of this world.

"London subway workers go on strike", the headline screams. Why? They are asking for a 4-day workweek. In Singapore the civil service is working on 5 1/2 workweek. People have been asking for a 5-day workweek. But Big Boss say, it's not productive. It must be the Asian mindset to think that the more hours you put in, the more productive you are. But you and I know that the mind doesn't work 8 hours a day. It comes in short burst between play.

I read that prisoners in USA possess handphone and it reported that it is increasing a growing problem. I didn't know that prisoners in USA are such a privilege lot. I'm sure many refugees and poor folks in the 3rd world countries would be happy to stay in their prisons. Free shelter, free uniform, free food, no work, free guardian, and you get to talk on your handphone. What can be better than begging in the street, sleeping in the cold and scavanging for food in the dustbin?

The History of Regulation
Once upon a time, there were freedom in my forum. Anyone is free to join my club and post a message. But one or two idiots would scam my forum with debt-free advertisement and promise of health-wealth-happiness. Add to the insult, the email says if they do not want to receive the advertisement, they can unsubscribe to the club.

So I have to set my configuration such that new members must be authorised by me before they can pose messages. That's the beginning of regulation. When the minority makes trouble for the majority, a new law is born. Everytime someone makes trouble, another law is made. Until it becomes so regulated, that for everytime you do, there's a law; for every step you made, you could potential step onto a minefield of violation. Until, the people become slave to the law. That's what a regulated society is. People are obedient out of fear, people are no longer able to think for themselves cos the govt has made all the decisions for its citizen.

Donation
Every Saturday, if you walk in the street, you will be accosted by students, who rattle their donation tin and asking for a donation. If you don't donate, you will face another student, and then another. There's no escape. They are all over the place. Make a donation and you get to put the sticker on your shirt. That's your passport for a hassle free passage through the maze of students.

Ask them what the donation is all about, what's the charity organisation does. "Don't know". I don't know what the school is teaching them. How to beg, I suppose. No thinking required. Just shoved your tin in their face, put on your best smile and mumble a few words. Schools are given a task to raise so much. So they send their army of students to the streets and just do it. The measure of their success? How much have they collected?

Ask me. I think they miss the point of education. If they walk the talk on education, they ought to send their students to the charity home for a day to observe what they do, and what they do with the money, and adopt the charity. So when the students are out in the streets, they can do it with passion and understanding, knowing that every cents go to a good cause, that their kindness make a difference to the people that matters. That's what education is all about.