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Malaysian government...what a shame!
dua-dua kerja pun rasa tak cukup... anyway syukur alhamdulillah....
Subject: Can a family man with salary RM3,000 survive in Malaysia????
Let's do some simple calculations here.
In Malaysia, the average family income is RM3,000/month (where father works, mother doesn't).
It is understood that there are many families whose monnthly income does not reach RM3,000, but, to make things simple, let's take RM3,000 as the figure. Ok lah, right?
Okay, let's start rolling with a family which has Papa, Mama, 1 daughter and 1 son. Just nice - a moderate family ....
Calculation starts...
> > > Electricity and water bill: RM100
> > > (No air-con, No home theatre, No water heater ... ok?)
> > > Phone bill (Telekom, now TM): RM100
> > > Meals for a happy family: RM775
> > > (3 meals on RM25/day, RM25 for 4 persons...?)
> > > Papa tea time at work / during working hrs: RM155
> > > (RM5/day, RM5 ... can eat what?)
> > > Car repayment: RM400
> > > (A proton saga aeroback, 7 years repayment)
> > > Petrol (living in city, traffic-jam): RM300
> > > (go to work, bring son to school, only can afford one car running)
> > > Insurance:RM650
> > > (kids, wife and myself)
> > > House repayment: RM750
> > > (low cost housing repayment for 30 yrs, retired still have to work to pay!)
> > > Tuition: RM80
> > > (got that cheap meh? i don't think so)
> > > Older children pocket money @ school: RM20
> > > (RM1/day, eat bread?)
> > > School fees: RM30
> > > (enough ah?)
> > > School books and etc: RM100
> > > (always got extra to pay in school)
> > > Younger children milk powder: RM50
> > > (cannot have the DHA, BHA, PHA one, expensive)
> > > Miscellaneous: RM100
> > > (shampoo, rice, sauce, toilet paper)
Oh wait!!! I have to stop here, so...
No cable tv,
no movie @ cinema,
no DVD,
no CD,
no online,
cannot KFC,
cannot McDonald,
cannot go Park walk during weekend (petrol expensive),
no chit chat on phone with grandparents,
no handphone,
and etc...
Let's use a calculator to total up...
WALAO EH! Sh*t! RM3,610 already...
EPF(super annuation) haven been deducted, income tax as well........but already RM3,610 leh...
How to survive lah ladies & gentlemen???
Our Deputy Prime Minister asked us to change lifestyle?
How to change? Don't eat? Don't work? Don't send children to school and study?
Besides that, I believe in Malaysia population, there are millions of Malaysian which still don't earn RM3,000/month!!!
What is this? Is this Malaysia Spirit? Malaysian Boleh again??!! Sorry... it should be Malaysians Spirit, because we're still alive and kicking!!
Our politicians must be mad!!!!
Please forward and comment the malaysian spirit. No wonder the growth of the loan shark company.!!
Subject: Can a family man with salary RM3,000 survive in Malaysia????
Let's do some simple calculations here.
In Malaysia, the average family income is RM3,000/month (where father works, mother doesn't).
It is understood that there are many families whose monnthly income does not reach RM3,000, but, to make things simple, let's take RM3,000 as the figure. Ok lah, right?
Okay, let's start rolling with a family which has Papa, Mama, 1 daughter and 1 son. Just nice - a moderate family ....
Calculation starts...
> > > Electricity and water bill: RM100
> > > (No air-con, No home theatre, No water heater ... ok?)
> > > Phone bill (Telekom, now TM): RM100
> > > Meals for a happy family: RM775
> > > (3 meals on RM25/day, RM25 for 4 persons...?)
> > > Papa tea time at work / during working hrs: RM155
> > > (RM5/day, RM5 ... can eat what?)
> > > Car repayment: RM400
> > > (A proton saga aeroback, 7 years repayment)
> > > Petrol (living in city, traffic-jam): RM300
> > > (go to work, bring son to school, only can afford one car running)
> > > Insurance:RM650
> > > (kids, wife and myself)
> > > House repayment: RM750
> > > (low cost housing repayment for 30 yrs, retired still have to work to pay!)
> > > Tuition: RM80
> > > (got that cheap meh? i don't think so)
> > > Older children pocket money @ school: RM20
> > > (RM1/day, eat bread?)
> > > School fees: RM30
> > > (enough ah?)
> > > School books and etc: RM100
> > > (always got extra to pay in school)
> > > Younger children milk powder: RM50
> > > (cannot have the DHA, BHA, PHA one, expensive)
> > > Miscellaneous: RM100
> > > (shampoo, rice, sauce, toilet paper)
Oh wait!!! I have to stop here, so...
No cable tv,
no movie @ cinema,
no DVD,
no CD,
no online,
cannot KFC,
cannot McDonald,
cannot go Park walk during weekend (petrol expensive),
no chit chat on phone with grandparents,
no handphone,
and etc...
Let's use a calculator to total up...
WALAO EH! Sh*t! RM3,610 already...
EPF(super annuation) haven been deducted, income tax as well........but already RM3,610 leh...
How to survive lah ladies & gentlemen???
Our Deputy Prime Minister asked us to change lifestyle?
How to change? Don't eat? Don't work? Don't send children to school and study?
Besides that, I believe in Malaysia population, there are millions of Malaysian which still don't earn RM3,000/month!!!
What is this? Is this Malaysia Spirit? Malaysian Boleh again??!! Sorry... it should be Malaysians Spirit, because we're still alive and kicking!!
Our politicians must be mad!!!!
Please forward and comment the malaysian spirit. No wonder the growth of the loan shark company.!!
Cracked Pot
A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of it's own imperfection. And miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw. So I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house?"
Moral:
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks
and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape. Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of it's own imperfection. And miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw. So I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house?"
Moral:
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks
and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape. Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life.
Thank you for your time
To the People in My Life this story is dedicated to u...
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It' s been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was the thing I value most," Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."
A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,! Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.
Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! – Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most ...was ... my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared this appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much that they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6 . If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look; you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
If you share this letter to all the people you care about, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life... for the better.
To everyone I sent this: "Thank you for your time."
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It' s been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was the thing I value most," Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. "Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life."
A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,! Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.
Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! – Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most ...was ... my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared this appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much that they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6 . If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look; you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
If you share this letter to all the people you care about, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life... for the better.
To everyone I sent this: "Thank you for your time."
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