Jun 022014
EVERY TIME I get my pay slip, I get depressed. I see the amount of what I was supposed to have earned and, right below it, the amount of tax deducted from my income that I would never see again. Of course, some would argue that I do see the tax I paid in terms of infrastructure and public services. But even if I try to console myself with such platitudes, I find myself feeling more depressed every time I ride the MRT and get squeezed by the hordes of people also trying to get in, or when I go to a government office just to be practically ignored or, on special days, even snarled at.