Jacky Yong

Yeap, for lack of a better term to describe it, I have been sold. In chinese, or more appropriately, Cantonese, it’s literally called “sold piglets”, 卖猪仔. I’m now enslaved under ********** Malaysia located in the centre of the Golden Triangle, Kuala Lumpur, in Menara **********. (Name hidden for the sake of my client, but you know who I’m talking about)

The term 卖猪仔 comes from the old Cantonese term that refers to slaves being sold from Mainland China to the then Malaya to work in tin mines sprouting everywhere. In order to redeem themselves, they need to work for a certain period of time (which may span years) before they become free men.

How well-described is my situation right now! I now have to endure waking up in the unearthly hours of the morning, brave the dreadful morning KL crawl to the city, fight for a parking space (and cross my fingers that it wouldn’t get flooded when it rains later in the evening) and rush with the lunch crowd for a RM6 sorry-excuse-for-a-plate-of-rice. Yup, it ain’t no better than my fore-fathers who arrived in Malaya as collies.

I am here for a project aptly called “Process Re-engineering”. More like re-engineering the way I wake up every morning. Now I will have to train my ass to wake up 2 hours earlier each morning to do the bowel movement exercise. Else I’ll have pieces of shit stuck in my ass for the better part of the morning.

But what might does a mere mortal like me have against the will of destiny? I will have to endure all 9 months of it, starting today. Goodbye smooth journeys to work everyday to Cyberjaya. Hello HELL! 🙁