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Today was the first time I actually brought my bag into the reference library sections instead of chucking it in a locker.
The library has these annoying rules in place, for reasons I do not know of. Such as no bringing in of books and papers. To not bring in materials which could damage books and cameras I can understand — but these are less regulated upon than bringing in out side books. Cameras in the form of handphones or even laptops are allowed to be brought in. Writing material somehow is allowed in when it poses a greater threat to the reference materials than out side books. And I’m still puzzled as to why outside books or even notes cannot be brought in.
And system loopholing, a hobby of mine:
“Are these notes?”
“Nope, just rough paper, they’re blank on the other side for me to write on” (yeah that’s cos I don’t give a dying duck about the environment and I prefer to use only one side since I’m LAZY TO FLIP)
And my economist newsmagazine which I was reading on the train to Little India (and not in the library) was also nicely chucked in between papers in my file.
Other easier ways include, putting things in the other compartments in your bag — depending on your luck, the guard outside might not be intense enough to check all the compartments. Ther is no fun in this method though, BORING
You could also wrap your book in a jacket or random piece of clothes.
I personally prefer to put my things in a hgue envelope “Oh these are certificates from a competition, do I have to put these in a locker?”
Alternatively wrap it up as a present. This method uses too much effort.
My suggestion would be A) a bookwrap that makes your book look like an AZONE SAVE THE WORLD NOTEBOOK B) Prepare an unsealed giftwrapped box to put your things in — they won’t possibly open your present or suspect that you will open it to read would they?
First and foremost, I ought to clarify that the quotation below is not mine and in fact I do not agree entirely with it
“Our problem is how to devise a system of disincentives so that the irresponsible, the social delinquents, do not believe that all they have to do is to produce their children and the government then owes them and their children sufficient food, medicine, housing, education and jobs…. We must encourage those who earn less than $200 per month and cannot afford to nurture and educate many children never to have more than two. We will regret the time lost if we do not now take the first tentative steps towards correcting a trend which can leave our society with a large number of the physically, intellectually and culturally anaemic”
No prize for guessing who. Be it a result of nature or nature, the underlying assertion is that there is a high tendency (taking into account that there may be exceptions) for children to turn out like their parents because of genetic reasons or the environment
Most of us probably would disagree with the factuality of the theory because of an argument to consequence or emotion — usually an Urk with a “how can you say such things about others” or “my parents are blah, how can you say such things about ME” sentiment. At the very least, maybe we might disagree with the actions taken based on such a theory. Would the overly paternalistic think otherwise though?
Somewhat disturbing. So much for meritocracy when certain things are supposedly *judged* by others even before you are born.
Then again, perhaps we do inherit some character traits from our parents — such as laziness (Ahem), sneakiness (ohwell!), craziness (Ahem) or even a kind heart and a short temper — but we cannot judge how a person would turn out because of his background or parents. No doubt, circumstances might make the process easier or harder, you know the “support and money for tuition and assessment books” argument, but everything is left up to one’s self in the end. Pre-conditions can only take a person so far, from there on, it is one’s own hardwork, intelligence and luck.
(Unless, they are saying that this supposed increase in advantage from background is enough to warrant trying to discriminating and disincentivising. That however, imho, is overly extreme!)
Ah, I’d like to assume that the quote above was from the Early Years and is hence outdated and not put into practice.
This post is very LC i think. Just that i have more apathy and less poetic angst
As I have been travelling to the far Eastern part of the island for the past FOUR days, taking a whole hour there and whole hour back, I start to bore myself and find it increasingly important to rest my lazy ass. I spent the more than eight hours just on travelling for the past four days.
It is hence strategic to take the train to Boon Lay first (the first station) so that I can sit down, before proceeding in the Pasir Ris direction. When leaving tanah merah, I also took the train to Pasir Ris first, so I could get a seat. I’d rather spend time taking the train to the ends than compete with other people for seats in a Speed Game, which they will win. It is impossible to have more drive than the average aunty in getting the seat.
Yes, this is the youth of today, as if being an adult is any different. For some strange reason, we place the obligation on youths, and seem to be care-less about the grown adult man giving up his seat. The fact is, in this country, we all are selfish — why else do we crowd around the doors preparing to rush into the train? to get a seat of course. I only realised this recently.
Lets play guess the station!
What did annoy me was: this small old woman PUSHED ME AWAY. Nevermind that I was going to take an hour to travel and I had a (bymystandards) heavy bag. Perhaps we should give up our seats, but if we choose not to, you aren’t entitled to it. even if you were entitled to the seat, the least you could do was ask.
Somehow though, I still do feel guilty when I see that I do not give up my seat to the elderly. The success of indoctrination. Yet at the same time, it is equally important for me to take care of myself and meet my needs
Solution: when I do get my seat, MY NEWSMAGAZINE is right in front of my face. I can’t possibly feel guilty if i don’t see what wrong I have done. More burden on those that who have eyes to see to give up their seat.
An additional thought: what if the people we give our seats up to, aren’t really Old for one, or worse, aren’t really pregnant? My, my, things get offensive then.
Actually, at the end of it all, I still like leaning on the pole better.
But not anymore since I carry a backpack now.
So I decided that I have been out of the house too much lately, and decided that it was about time i spent time with the most important person in my life: ME. All my responsibilities and going-outs were thrown out of the window for the day.
Hence my day was spent on a bench-swing under the shade of the bamboo by a fountain, with some lit books and a laptop and a lot of tea. How very relaxing.
Having taken four different types of tea and multiple cups for each type, I feel sedate and inspired and am hence inspired to write haiku. I shall hereby butcher haiku, but you know my regard for form and formality, I do what I like.
Instead of doing my work
I pluck my leg hair.
Okay, kidding. As much as I use pluck leg hair as an expression of boredom, I don’t actually do it.
Breeze under bamboos
Idle beside the fountain
Gently sipping tea
And the surprising thing is — its actually this supposed idle day, where i’ve done more than I usuall would have.
Usually, the earlier mentioned problem of transition wouldn’t happen since the card usually activates on the day itself.
The thing is: i got my phone through semi-improper methods from a proper distributor. Apparently, my phone was purchased from Tanah Merah (on the other side of the island) and was purchased a day late — its because of this.
The other places I went to only had the red model, which my mum said was “damn gay”. In any case, I’m glad that the distributor took less than proper methods to earn my money instead of being bogged down by the usual shackles of bureaucracy.
Respect mann. I like.
Nowadays people are too hindered by rules and regulations even if it means losing out on opportunities. God made sabbath for the man and not man for the sabbath.
I have two phones right now, I’m told that the old sim card will disactivate in place of the new one today.
It is today already.
But the change hasn’t happened yet
I’m going to go out later and I sort of need to keep in contact.
I could bring both phones.
But I lazy
especially since I’m not bringing a bag (or maybe I can/should to bring water and umbrella)
So I’m going to risk it
and pray that my phone comes on early enough before its too late.
Hopefully, it’ll activate before i even Leave the house.
Transition, no matter what the case is, even towards improvement, is always a short term inconvenience.
You know that shoplifting poster, the one with the young girl taking some shampoo nonsense or some cosmetic thing to put into her bag.
I’m not sure if its real or not — I doubt it is since the photo is rather high quality. Either way, that girl has her act immortalised. If it is real, oh sucks to be the one handpicked for the poster. If it isn’t real, how much did she get paid to be viewed as a shoplifter across the country?Either way, she isn’t that shamed since she has the generic singaporean look -_-
Yes, the message is clear: just because nobody around, does not mean that nobody is watching.
BUT FOR THE POSTER TO APPEAR IN A CHANGING ROOM?!
Is there a camera there as well or something?
Since I had to wait an entire hour for my biometric to be done, I decided to take a long stroll in the exhibition downstairs about ICA which no one really goes to minus the foreigners.
No doubt it was interesting to observe the evolution in passports and equipment used by the ports, to pry open cranes, axes were used to break down doors of drug addicts and illegal immigrants, handcuffs in the 50s looked different. Below, is the singapore crest on the passport during colonial times. Looks like the TIger was only added in later, and before that we had an uh, f cking unicorn O_o
However, the highlight was probably the display of actual contraband items seized by ICA including:
A whole array of uh, drugs. At first, I was wondering what the hell is “Deer Whip” (it was in Chinese) until I did a mental translation. Together with all the other brands, like Wolf, Tiger, Hero and what not. I’m still impressed as to how the authorities can check shoes for drugs, telletubby dolls (TOLD YOU THEY WERE EVIL) and differentiated between bottles of fruit juice and vodka.
Yeah, pills like these; the wolf/tiger boxes more colourful though.
translation: Uncomparable power! Half a piece OK!
Weapons, like fire arms and shurikens. Though, it puzzles me, cos if i’m not wrong, there is a sports shop in Marina Square where Nanchakus and shurikens can be bought >< What was more puzzling at first, was the tiger skinned cuffs — “whys the handcuffs covered with tiger skin?” , until i recalled that these must be the Furry Cuffs which sloo been talking about…
Bongs and an illegal wildlife exhibit which leads to the question of: how (or rather why) the hell did they try smuggling big-ass corals, turtles, tusks and stuffed leopards?! Hell, the bloody tusk can’t even fit in two luggages.
Fake passports — the funniest error is probably spelling Expiry date wrongly. Expry! The display of fake passports immortalised their moronity and failure. The exhibitors did not bother with covering their passport photos either.
(I thought it would be interesting to try breaking into the exhibition to steal all the items they put on display, including the box of vcds and magazines and the weapons!)
Questions to consider:
1. What is the purpose of having such an exhibition?
2. What does the exhibition inform the viewer about?
3. Does the exhibition have a greater interest in telling viewers about their success and how they busted smugglings to deter people, or would this risk having smugglers know about their methods and hence find loopholes?
4. How many people can you find in the passport applciation centre who looked like bin kastari? I counted Seven btw. Except that most of them weren’t the height of shortariel/stalin (same height).
Bah, this would have been so much fun if i had camera phone! At least I was entertained until my turn came.
Gremlin has been folding paper cranes of late — hoping to reach 1000 eventually. Senbazuru, where the jap legend has it that he who folds a thousand cranes gets a wish. Somehow this makes me think about Geass, somewhat. The Crane that grants wishes. I’m still curious about how the term Geass was coined.
This I will not be concerned to do, since I am lazy to fold so many cranes (my folding sucks i think, haven’t tried) and I am impatient. Even if i do reach the thousandth, I will not know what the hell to do with it. I’m too greedy yet not greedy enough. Knowing my luck, I will wish I wished for something else after I have wished for something (that has been the trend so far btw)
However, (funny that) she wishes to give the thousand cranes away — how very noble/generous yadda yadda. Despite the fact that the wish goes to the folder alone, if i’m not wrong.
If it were to be the case that the collector of the 1000 cranes does obtain a wish, here is my Evil Idea:
Give one thousand people a crane each! What I want to see, sadistically, is a thousand people trying to obtain each other’s cranes.
To add to the desperation factor, perhaps distribute to 1000 terminally ill patients.
I was supposed to be down for this rather selective “internship” which turned out to be nothing more than an army camp. And frankly speaking, I don’t quite like the crowd I’m going with somehow.
Upon receiving an email that it was residential, I said “Shuck this Fit. No way in hell I’m going. It’s way too troublesome. I’m lazy to pack.“ Perhaps I was a bit unhappy with the day so far and was in a mood yearning for leisure and bummery. On impulse (my impulses are usually not very impulsive, i actually talked to my dad first — probably the wisest already i assert) I sent back an email in 5 minutes to tell the organisation that I have a camp on (WHICH IS TRUE BTW).
On hindsight, I realised my dad didn’t really give any reason why I should not go or weigh it — rather it was an approval in the form of I get to do whatever I want.
Things I lose out on:
1. A scholarship with the public sect and my opportunity to take History and Politics in uni and still get $ after that, iron-rice bowl in fact. Not going, basically means no more chance. If i do histpol, i will probably end up as a teacher. Otherwise I’ll just have to do law.
2. Even if I’m not that interested in the Uniform Group, it would still look nice on my record.
3. Seeing army, navy, air force stuff and a war game. Very exciting -_-
But frankly, I think my three days of leisure time matter, and if i were to spend three days two nights out, i’d at least like to do it with people i actually like. I don’t have a single close companion there! Quite the INVERSE in fact.
Objectively speaking, if you were to weigh it — I’m losing more practical gains, unless I place that high a price on leisure and free time. Time is of the essence. The supposed practical gains are merely possibilities and aren’t confirmed; in other words, much like a gamble of my time. Although not going for them cut off the possibility entirely. Having the internship on record might not add enough to turn results nor would it guarantee a scholarship. Those aside, I prefer the war games I have at home.
As I said, Live for the Moment. Short term over long term, I shan’t worry about its future implications (i.e. how much ONE internship, a major prestigious one that is exclusive is going to add to my admissions in future)
And no i will not look back one day and regret. surely it couldn’t have made that much a difference.
I can’t help but to wonder, am i the only heretic who decided to reject it for no good reason? This is sort of like rejecting a deputy dean post to avoid the extra work. I have a feeling this might recur…
at this rate, I may well reject my (Type of High Position) in place of being a bum next year (which I’m semi hoping to lose already)
Overall, I realise that i am an unappreciative ho. My mum told me (after i emailed) that there are others who want this and here I am throwing it away on top of taking up a spot already. How very much like my English Dea-
It is an occasional hobby of mine to read the bible for the fun of it. very occasional actually. (Ah and some things that are WTH to find out about over sms when you just got back from your holiday)
Daniel got thrown into the lion’s den and God kept the mouths of the lions shut.
Not because of madness or stupidity or impulse or reasons we know not of,
but he defied orders (and was a victim of antisemetic politicking)
and was thrown into the lion’s den.
But Daniel did not die,
because God is Great.
Maybe jews were less tasty than
Maybe the God of the Jews were more powerful than
Maybe lions were simply less ferocious than-
If daniel did die, it would have been a method of death that caused everyone to know about his death.
It would have been a way of dying more magnificent than falling off a high building.
I hope the story of Daniel never gives people ideas.
I hope it never did give people ideas.
You know you have been away from your home for a long while when you get home and go:
“EH What the hell, since when was there this huge metal structure the size of a building behind my house?”
Ah hpx. I’m sure this owned your ..
Also, it is intelligent to tell your parents that you’ll be away for three nights and to be back by the second night. At least they won’t bug you to hurry home on the last night.
Come to think of it, I should always do this “eh i’ll be home at 10″ and be home at 8. Problem is: I’m not sure if I prefer to have dinner outside (good but need to spend $_$) or at home (cold, crappy but free)
I am a bit curious and concerned however about how people in class found out about the specifics about my whereabouts then. I wonder if they know who i was with though.
Quite clearly, I am in search of finding a way to maintain work life balance in future. On one hand we want the money, on the other we want the leisure time and the bummery. How are we to strike the balance?
Ideally, we find something we like to do, as what all idealists would ideally say. (I think idealist is a nice way of saying Deluded btw) but odds are that wouldn’t happen since your idealistic picture of your dream job turns out to be more crappy than you think.
You go to a school hoping to teach and help kids grow up but you have to deal with a bunch of hooligans ON TOP OF office staffroom politics which you would have expected an educational institution to be devoid of!
Or you go to a hospital hoping to save lives but realise that the responsibilities are a lot harder and have to deal with hospital’s interest instead of patient’s interest. Might even get pushed around like Dorian in Scrubs!
Or or, you could become a lawyer with the noble intention of helping- ???? (I have no idea what noble intention or help offered there is in lawyering) Okay maybe help people to go against each other and try to get money from each other.
My proposal of maintaining balance is as follows:
1. Need to find uni mate with same intention of maintaining balance and around the same level of skill
2. Split the work days with him — either do it all at one shot of three days (like Mon Tue Wed for guy A and Thu Fri Sat for yourself) , or split up the work days with rest days in between. (like Mon Wed Fri)
This effectively gives you a lot more rest days! (:
3. Drawback: However, the company will have to HALF the salary i suppose, since the work will be halved. If they are generous, a bit more. So your $4000 a month becomes $2000 a month… Perhaps better for higher paying jobs to half (since it might still be more than 4k a month!) Be easily satisfied la, why work so hard (as long as you get your good food and drink and maybe nice apartment)
4. Drawback (again): bit harder to get promoted also i think, if you’re splitting most of the work. Doesn’t make sense to promote both people.
5. Somehow hope that the company will hire both anyway — they might not, since they wil lstill need to Double Train. On the other hand you can argue that two heads are better than one when it comes to idea contribution! and that you will both have higher worker productivity if you get rest days (the same reason why some cmpanies would sponsor getting their workers Wiis for exercise)
6. If you’re desperate, offer to work longer each day since you have more rest days — but we don’t want to do that.
This is pragmatic idealism. Taking pragmatic unconventional measures to achieve certain ideals. Ideals by themselves cannot be achieved by just hoping, pragmatic measures and compromises need to be made.
Often we make mean (maybe/usually cruel) snide remarks at people all for the fun of it and our laughter and enjoyment. I, in particular, would like to laugh at anything and everything. Might be the post AveQ mood also.
But it seems to me that I have this habit of not laughing at the “winner” or the “most extreme of the category”. For example, I won’t laugh at the fattest, but will laugh for at the slightly above average.
I seem to spare the fattest of the fat jokes/remarks, because it is more fun to taunt people who are approaching instead. Perhaps the fattest area already aware and accepting. Obviously, the skinny won’t get any fat jokes either. I seem to spare the really whateveryoucallit ones the “HDB called to ask for their flat back” remarks as well. It is more fun to laugh at those who are on-the-way there and insecure of what they may become. It is no fun laughing at people who are seasoned, used to it and accepting — this is why i only laugh at second shortest to middle range and not the shortest.
But as counter claim: there are still traits I’ll laugh at anyway la, like small eyes or something. Or a funny face. Or furriness
Perhaps it is just part of my character to shun the most popular and over subscribed, but still wanting some quality — head for the second best! No, I am not making a comment with regards to secondary schools btw.
Like everything, its the middle class that suffers la.
And I just have to simulate it.
Looking back, i realise by laughing at the six traits i highlighted , this post sounds like it is very centred on a single person. NO, IT IS NOT.
can be read as My Self Day or Myself Day.
Something i deserve after having a whole week out of the house not to mention til quite late at night, unless you do not consider near midnight to be “quite late at night”. And to wrap it all up, having one day of 5 to 6 back to back to back meetings with people — which involves a lot of pangsehing, spontaneity and running around. Hell, I’m tired of going out.
I should take a break– but it won’t be for long. given that the week ahead will be pretty much scavenging for supplies to prepare for holiday.
I am also yet to make my pre-next year shit list (including watch and play lists)
For those of us who have had the privilege of the Integrasi Program — yesterday had the most important paper since PSLE. Truth be told, nothing else in between PSLE and yesterday really mattered — yeah, like anyone gives a dying duck about my sec one marks. I laugh at all you O level students for going through so much work. But to your credit, it probably better prepared you.
I mean, I never knew how to do a written commentary in IP especially on a book/prose (I WONDER WHY). I personally think that while I reaped plenty of benefits from IP (NO O LEVELS), I think it pointless — a bit more value than DSA. As in, I do not see the purpose of having affilation, DSA and IP, and I think it has a deleterious effect on the school’s overall academics by cushioning the weaker ones and letting them in, which isn’t in line with most school’s competitive goal. Unless sports is that important? (Maybe it has)
I might be wrong but I am of the opinion that the course should be less similar to the O levels. At least when I had to do it, the syllabus, textbooks etc were almost the same as O levels. Perhaps this is due to a bit of lag in adapting but- things which are not relevant to the IB syllabus should be excluded and the main focus should be on things which will be covered in terms of biology/history/math topics or lit texts. Why do hamlet for secondary school when we wouldn’t care about that next year? Just my view point that the specialisation should start from earlier to achieve “true integration”. And here we have our ________ from last year criticising how the girls from outside do better.
Given a choice, I’d still pick IP though (Obvious-bloody-ly). Wah I better not kena Public Apology for sensitive issue above. I better throw in my whole array of caveats. I do not refer to any institution or person or country in particular. There is nothing defamatory or even negative stated above. I really love IP btw, no O levels is a godsend! And the other fumbducks who cant do jackshit love it too! I’m not complaining though since I benefitted (otherwise I may well be in — ah nvm.)
Enough of me getting carried away ranting about IP — on a more light hearted note, It is strange that the same argument can be used to reach two OPPOSITE end points:
With reference to getting a 6 instead of 7 for the paper.
Me: “It’s a difference between a 42 and a 43 — ah *big* difference, can go anywhere with 42.”
(Just a note of observation: usually when i say “big difference” i really mean “small”. Like how when women go “it’s fine”, you know its nowhere close.)
SRG: “It’s a difference between a 42 and a 43 — damn big difference mann, can’t go med school with 42″
(damn raffles girl -_-)
43 points for med school is btw for NUS. Please refer to my earlier post about how western guys tend to like the look which is under-appreciated in Asia. It’s like how you can go to Cambridge but not your local school! (Actually this can be applied beyond university, even if you were to go to a foreign school and do damn well in USA, you may end up in random school and do badly back here — w.r.t to my good pri-sch friend in US and is now in Uni otherwise he’d just got out of Fuhua)
Incidentally, there has been no post exam euphoria, simply because there has not been much work put in for this paper. Important no doubt and not that i’m arrogant…. — but it is foreigner chinese. Nonetheless, lets all hope to get 7 anyway. Between a 7 and 6, why settle for 6? (However, between a 7 and 6, is it really worth putting in so much work when it may not change anything ><) Though I doubt I would retake in the incident the Undeserving Tragedy occurs, and it would not.
Maybe I should put in more work eventually just to feel the euphoria of having rest when the shit ends. It’s like how the air is fresher after you stop smoking.
At the very least, no more chinese for the rest of our lives! We only have 5 subjects to read now, oh wait, that has been the case all the while.
Often the materialistic and those who take into account the Outside appearance are accused of being superficial and shallow bastards. (This is where I defend my Hos a bit.)
To not take into account the Surface and Superficial appearance shows a gross lack of appreciation and instead reflects a form of honest disillusionment or hypocritical uprightness. How can one appreciate that which cannot be seen if they cannot appreciate what is to be seen?
In any case, the defense of Shallowness is not my main point — the true shallowness is instead seen in how people are concerned about ranks/titles. For example to win titles, to achieve things which allow one self to claim to be better than others (like an Officer!) — words and flattery which cannot be seen. This is but mere masturba- stroking of the ego. And truth be told, if there is no practical gain to it (anything to make me fuller or more indulgent) I see no point in seeking “power”, “titles”, “prestige”. (Clarification: no no, of course i’m not suanning anyone I know, as much as it may seem that way ><)
To chase these things which cannot be seen would be true shallowness, better to seek the things we can see.
Alternative to shallowness and the appreciation of the superficial, we can just strip away everything on the outside and leave everybody as practical tools. Instead of the pretty lotus to appreciate, we have MMM YUM..
(This is actually one of my favourite soups btw)
Well, at least its no longer “Superficial” and “Shallow” once you seek deeper into say… the pocket.
Either way regardless of the reason, at least we still appreciate and admire these things — be it for its outward appearance or inward value (tasty!)
Question is: ought people be viewed the same way as objects? And is it within our control to shape our preferences? Perhaps we may think that we should appreciate the flower for more than its appearance, but can we sustainably choose to? Or perhaps, things just cannot be helped and to go against our preference and try to force it, may well just make us artificial and unhappy
It is extremely puzzling that I heard a woman call me up 4am in the morning. I thought it was my mom at first, but i realised hell, no one would be awake at this time at home. Indeed, she was asleep then and claimed never to have called me up that morning.
Question is: who called my name then?
I must have been hearing things. I sort of doubt supernatural presence in my house.
Then again, this may be signs of dementia setting in.
Upon hearing during econs class that I’ll have 40% estate duty tax if i go to US of A to stay and die, I couldn’t help but to try formulating ways to mess with the system and avoid paying the death money -_- Besides, I don’t see the rational behind an estate tax, surely a dead man should get to keep all he earned for his family after all his hard work during his life. 40% is really quite a lot. To take a large portion of a man’s savings, given that he already gives income tax and property tax to contribute to the nation, it seems like a form of grave robbery. And in the words of Henry David Thoreau, “Unjust laws exist: shall we be content to obey them” Truth be told though, I’m not too concerned about this issue – however I shall think of ways to beat the system not for personal gain but for fun! ..
Previously, people tried to give away their money as soon as they found out they were dying. This however does not work since the government tracks down money and investigates such transactions up to five months before death.
First of all, since estate duty tax takes 40% of your savings including value of your house from you when you die, the trick is probably to not put your savings in a bank. Putting your money in a jar might be better. This is in line with the recent financial crisis and unreliability of banks! Then maybe they won’t be able to calculate how much you have.
Second, and more brilliantly, since they wont make you pay estate duty tax if you have less than 6k (or was it 60k) in your bank) — only have that much in a bank and never go beyond that limit.
Third, turn all your money into property, not just into house which they will take into account but things like indulgences — stocking up a wine collection, funding/investing in some black market drug cartel… I’m wondering what other expensive things you can buy and stock (somehow I keep thinking of buying many many vitasoy)
Fourth and most simply, place your money in an offshore bank with an anonymous account in switzerland (like osama!)
Fifth and most favourite, I’d make sure that I DO NOT DIE. I will get my fiance to throw me into well or in a freezer box in the basement. Burying me in a mountain range doesn’t sound bad either — its far better than being incinerated. Just as a precaution, slice off my face and remove my teeth and burn the corpse as well to cover all birthmarks that can be used to identify me. In other words, I will NEVER DIE, I will only be MISSING. If they cannot prove I’m dead, they cannot take my money! At least I will not die in vain!
I’m sure the authorities have some clever way of getting past the above suggestions (especially when i don’t know enough about the system yet) though like checking your income.. In any case, be thankful since our dear sunny island has scrapped this.
But the point is: why have so much savings if you’re going to lose them in the end anyway; looking at those who die with millions in their account. Life is too short to waste it all away, better to indulge now — savings can wait. But oh well, we have been conditioned to have this Asian mentality to be scrooges, much like the Westerners who are more generous in spending, to the extent they would borrow. It is far better (and undeservingly so) to die a man in debt but living an indulgent life than to be a frugal man with a lot of money in his account which he does not use. This is where I attack the values we’ve been taught, to save and prepare for a rainy day. Deficit spending!
Then there is the issue of who the money should go to. Apparently the law is so detailed that if a couple die together and they have no children, the money would go to whoeever that is younger (but still dead) first, since the older is considered to have died first. And then if they so happen to be born on the same day, the money would go to the woman (or was it the other way round).
And where does the money go after it goes to the deceased — the parents. Apparently, if there is an eyewitness to ascertain who died first, the money would go to whoever died later and then the parents! So… If I had a kid, heh heh, basically I would mourn and blahblah, quickly make an eyewitness. I’ll probably Hire an eyewitness if necessary!In fact I should tell my parents to in case I die, at least I’ll be able to make their lives easier!
One day I’m going to get arrested for money laundering or court fraud.