Procrastination versus prioritization… the distinction is just a fine line isn’t it.
Yes, yes. Procrastination is when you have the time and refuse to do what you’ve plan to or have to. Prioritization is when you simply have more important stuff to attend to. It’s true, there are people who are perpetually busy… Me. Me!
This whole exercise of waking up 30 minutes earlier every morning is starting to kill me. I know I am griping, but seriously, I am not an inspired housewife trapped in a bored life.
I have more than enough excitement in my daily life. As it is, I am not sleeping enough. Now, I have 30 minutes less.
Sigh… why did I put myself through this…..
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Be Mean and Be Quick
It’s a wet, lazy morning.
May as well. I went to bed at 4 this morning. The gray sky is a good excuse to stay in.
My brain is very awake, though the ache at the back of my neck tells me otherwise.
I have concluded that men need to be treated like garbage. You do that and they will come running after you like Velcro.
You become overtly nice to them, they take you for granted. Is this self-inflicted self-torture sadist attitude in them. They want to chase and hunt for their food. If food is always readily in front of them, they become lazy bastards.
So bitchiness will help you get laid. Niceness don’t.
Speaking of which, I am again reaffirmed that older men are better fucks. Younger men… I don’t know… they seem fell obligated to go through the entire kamasutra before they hit the home run.
Hallor… somebody please tell these guys, witching positions disrupts intensity.
The old fashion missionary position is under 10 minutes is anytime better than 36 positions in 30 minutes. Call me old-fashion, I don’t anything kinky nor enjoyable about it. Pussy does get tired you know. The guys is banging away, and in your mind, you keep saying “common, get on with it, I want to sleep”. Shit, I sound like some pros working on the hour now. Haha.v
May as well. I went to bed at 4 this morning. The gray sky is a good excuse to stay in.
My brain is very awake, though the ache at the back of my neck tells me otherwise.
I have concluded that men need to be treated like garbage. You do that and they will come running after you like Velcro.
You become overtly nice to them, they take you for granted. Is this self-inflicted self-torture sadist attitude in them. They want to chase and hunt for their food. If food is always readily in front of them, they become lazy bastards.
So bitchiness will help you get laid. Niceness don’t.
Speaking of which, I am again reaffirmed that older men are better fucks. Younger men… I don’t know… they seem fell obligated to go through the entire kamasutra before they hit the home run.
Hallor… somebody please tell these guys, witching positions disrupts intensity.
The old fashion missionary position is under 10 minutes is anytime better than 36 positions in 30 minutes. Call me old-fashion, I don’t anything kinky nor enjoyable about it. Pussy does get tired you know. The guys is banging away, and in your mind, you keep saying “common, get on with it, I want to sleep”. Shit, I sound like some pros working on the hour now. Haha.v
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Dried Sahara
This morning, my heart hurts.
I cannot really explain it, but I think it’s time I stop seeing him.
The last month, my emotions have been yo-yoing between joy and frustration.
Sure, I admit, I have developed expectations. But how can I not? We met on AFF. We met for sex.
The rules used to be quite simple. We’re free, we meet and we fuck after that, or at least try.
It has been drier that the Sahara for the last 2 months. I have been driving myself nuts trying to cook up excuses for him not wanting me. Fatigues, declining libido, tough day, inconvenience.
I have been driving myself up the wall questioning if my expectations have been unreasonable. And then ballistic trying to create justify my behavior.
But it has been 2 months! It’s has exceeded the reasonable period for inconvenience and mood swings.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it when I feel like a needy puppy and have to beg for affection.
I have been telling myself to stop seeing him many times. Each time, I allow myself to be drawn back into it.
I don’t know what it is we have between us. I have never been able to vocalize any discussion about it.
What are we? We don’t have a relationship for sure. Just-for-sex friends – that kind of friendship, I can deal with – the likes of David, Robert – it’s OK, the when-it’s convenient-I-am-horny friends. But we are definitely more than that. Then I guess we are friends who also have sex – but if it’s that, we have come to a point that I am not longer sexually desirable. Well, guess that makes us just friends.
Are we? Is he even worthy as a friend? I would like to find reasons to hate him, but I can’t. I can’t. He has been a nice and decent friend.
The problem is me, it’s my mind. I thought I was in control of these games, in control of myself. But I have lost it.
I think I should just move this whole thing into friendship mode, where even sex is not expected. That would make matters between us much clearer and totally free of expectations.
I cannot really explain it, but I think it’s time I stop seeing him.
The last month, my emotions have been yo-yoing between joy and frustration.
Sure, I admit, I have developed expectations. But how can I not? We met on AFF. We met for sex.
The rules used to be quite simple. We’re free, we meet and we fuck after that, or at least try.
It has been drier that the Sahara for the last 2 months. I have been driving myself nuts trying to cook up excuses for him not wanting me. Fatigues, declining libido, tough day, inconvenience.
I have been driving myself up the wall questioning if my expectations have been unreasonable. And then ballistic trying to create justify my behavior.
But it has been 2 months! It’s has exceeded the reasonable period for inconvenience and mood swings.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it when I feel like a needy puppy and have to beg for affection.
I have been telling myself to stop seeing him many times. Each time, I allow myself to be drawn back into it.
I don’t know what it is we have between us. I have never been able to vocalize any discussion about it.
What are we? We don’t have a relationship for sure. Just-for-sex friends – that kind of friendship, I can deal with – the likes of David, Robert – it’s OK, the when-it’s convenient-I-am-horny friends. But we are definitely more than that. Then I guess we are friends who also have sex – but if it’s that, we have come to a point that I am not longer sexually desirable. Well, guess that makes us just friends.
Are we? Is he even worthy as a friend? I would like to find reasons to hate him, but I can’t. I can’t. He has been a nice and decent friend.
The problem is me, it’s my mind. I thought I was in control of these games, in control of myself. But I have lost it.
I think I should just move this whole thing into friendship mode, where even sex is not expected. That would make matters between us much clearer and totally free of expectations.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Bitten by the Learning Bug Again
I think the learning bug has just hit me again. I started a writer’s course yesterday. And I signed up for art class yesterday too. I also decided that I would pursue my PhD.
I don’t know what happened. I have been mulling and procrastinating over these decisions for the longest time. Then it just hit me yesterday. I felt that I was ready. The time felt right.
It’s amazing how your heart takes over the certain decision-making process.
But it felt good. It’s like a new beginning… a new chapter.
I have always enjoying the learning environment. It’s not really what they teach you – most times they are theories and concepts that you already know. But it’s the isolation of your interferences of live, the quietness of mind, and the voice within your soul can start to speak.
You start to discover who you are. You remember what you used to be and reflect on what you have become. And you wonder what you want to be.
I don’t know what happened. I have been mulling and procrastinating over these decisions for the longest time. Then it just hit me yesterday. I felt that I was ready. The time felt right.
It’s amazing how your heart takes over the certain decision-making process.
But it felt good. It’s like a new beginning… a new chapter.
I have always enjoying the learning environment. It’s not really what they teach you – most times they are theories and concepts that you already know. But it’s the isolation of your interferences of live, the quietness of mind, and the voice within your soul can start to speak.
You start to discover who you are. You remember what you used to be and reflect on what you have become. And you wonder what you want to be.
My Sun Catcher
I love my sun catcher. It captures the sun rays and makes rainbows in my room, not one, but a lot of rainbows…hundreds at times. Some times, it will make the rainbow dance. Those days, my heart will dance too.
The Orchestra Outside My Window
One of the perks of living out here on the far edges of the suburb is the orchestra of birds I wake up to every morning. Some chirp, some coo, most just sing their hearts out. It’s sweet melody for the soul.
Throughout the day, the birds will be flying up and down, in big and small groups. On rare occasions, a lone ranger will wander into your home. It’s a little playground for them. It’s a sanctuary for me.
In the times that we live in now, where air, noise and spiritual pollution reins, these are precious, tranquil moments. It’s a reminder that there is more to life than just living.
You remember to be grateful for the things we take for granted all the time. The air we breath, and the fact that we are breathing. The sights we see, and the fact that we have sight. The things we feel, and the fact that we can feel, both in sense and in the heart.
Throughout the day, the birds will be flying up and down, in big and small groups. On rare occasions, a lone ranger will wander into your home. It’s a little playground for them. It’s a sanctuary for me.
In the times that we live in now, where air, noise and spiritual pollution reins, these are precious, tranquil moments. It’s a reminder that there is more to life than just living.
You remember to be grateful for the things we take for granted all the time. The air we breath, and the fact that we are breathing. The sights we see, and the fact that we have sight. The things we feel, and the fact that we can feel, both in sense and in the heart.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Holy Cow
I live along Jalan Lapangan Terbang Subang. I love the area, except that about once every week, my drive to and from home will be greeted with a most fowl scent and scene - cow droppings.
Huge patches of them lining the streets. And after a while, the patches are rolled out along the entire street after unassuming cars run over them. And they are just left there until mother nature (rain) takes care of it. If it does not rains, that’s it, they are left stinking to the high heavens.
I have no idea where the cows come from, but surely, this ain’t no playground for cows. No, no, I have nothing against the cows. Sure, they need their space, their walks and their grazing patches.
But not along a 4-lane highway. They are a public hazard – they and their dungs. Last month, one of the cows wandered into the highway and was knocked over by a car. The poor cow died of course, but the car was in no less damage running into such a huge animal.
By the way, I live on the Petaling Jaya side of the Jalan Lapangan Terbang Subang – the half that just recently became a city. A glorious city with increased assessment fees and monthly cow droppings.
Huge patches of them lining the streets. And after a while, the patches are rolled out along the entire street after unassuming cars run over them. And they are just left there until mother nature (rain) takes care of it. If it does not rains, that’s it, they are left stinking to the high heavens.
I have no idea where the cows come from, but surely, this ain’t no playground for cows. No, no, I have nothing against the cows. Sure, they need their space, their walks and their grazing patches.
But not along a 4-lane highway. They are a public hazard – they and their dungs. Last month, one of the cows wandered into the highway and was knocked over by a car. The poor cow died of course, but the car was in no less damage running into such a huge animal.
By the way, I live on the Petaling Jaya side of the Jalan Lapangan Terbang Subang – the half that just recently became a city. A glorious city with increased assessment fees and monthly cow droppings.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
A Very Brilliant and Very Malaysian Way to Lose Weight & Save Money
I have always wondered why government agencies always find it necessary to serve food at every meeting.
I know, I know. It’s the Malaysian way, we say. We must be courteous to our guests. But seriously, do we really need to lavish colleagues with so much food. In the private sector, cold and warm water is as good as it gets.
Food is served and guests are obligated to eat. If they don’t take a bite, they feel it’s rude. So in Malaysia, more often than not, you go to five meetings with government related agencies, you end up eating five times. Each time coconut, sugar and cholesterol-laden “kuih muih”. And don’t forget the coffee and tea laced to the brim with sweetened condense milk (and we wonder why we are short of sugar supply and have too many fat people in Malaysia)
It’s a business meeting. You just want to get productive, address the issues and get back to work. No, no, you put the food on the table, you have to allocate an extra 15 minutes non-productive time for small talk and for the guests to swallow their food.
Now, let’s just play with some numbers. The food and drinks is estimated at RM3 per pax. Assuming that 5% of our entire 1.1 million civil servants workforce have to attend just two meetings a month. That’s a whopping RM3.96 million in food cost!
RM3.96 million of taxpayers’ money on food to feed “kuih muih” to civil servants (who are already paid salary and bonuses to serve the rakyat). And later, probably another RM500K on a campaign to help our obese civil work force shed the extra pounds.
So if we cut the food:
We save RM3.96 million or more.
Cut the 15 minutes required to swallow the food, we will get an extra 3 hours of productive for the staff attending the meeting (at 5% of the 1.1million work force, that’s 165K additional hours).
We save on the 500K to run a weight loss campaign.
OK, maybe my numbers are flawed, but hey, I hope someone gets the picture.
I know, I know. It’s the Malaysian way, we say. We must be courteous to our guests. But seriously, do we really need to lavish colleagues with so much food. In the private sector, cold and warm water is as good as it gets.
Food is served and guests are obligated to eat. If they don’t take a bite, they feel it’s rude. So in Malaysia, more often than not, you go to five meetings with government related agencies, you end up eating five times. Each time coconut, sugar and cholesterol-laden “kuih muih”. And don’t forget the coffee and tea laced to the brim with sweetened condense milk (and we wonder why we are short of sugar supply and have too many fat people in Malaysia)
It’s a business meeting. You just want to get productive, address the issues and get back to work. No, no, you put the food on the table, you have to allocate an extra 15 minutes non-productive time for small talk and for the guests to swallow their food.
Now, let’s just play with some numbers. The food and drinks is estimated at RM3 per pax. Assuming that 5% of our entire 1.1 million civil servants workforce have to attend just two meetings a month. That’s a whopping RM3.96 million in food cost!
RM3.96 million of taxpayers’ money on food to feed “kuih muih” to civil servants (who are already paid salary and bonuses to serve the rakyat). And later, probably another RM500K on a campaign to help our obese civil work force shed the extra pounds.
So if we cut the food:
We save RM3.96 million or more.
Cut the 15 minutes required to swallow the food, we will get an extra 3 hours of productive for the staff attending the meeting (at 5% of the 1.1million work force, that’s 165K additional hours).
We save on the 500K to run a weight loss campaign.
OK, maybe my numbers are flawed, but hey, I hope someone gets the picture.
Whining Taxis
It’s quite amazing that we have the president of the taxi operator association whining about why operators should not be penalized for the acts of their drivers.
The question is: why not? The drivers are their employees. As with all businesses, employers are directly responsible for the any acts their employees perform on their behalf.
I applaud the authorities for taking this firm action and I sincerely hope they don’t relax this expectation of the operators. How many times have the operators been asked to improve? How much more tolerance do these operators expect from the public?
No need to look far, Just look south and compared our taxi drivers to Singapore taxi drivers. It’s mighty high time operators buck up.
Instead of the constant complaining, I would like to see the association come up with more constructive solutions and get relevant parties to help improve the situation.
How about paying your drivers better so the job becomes one they can’t afford to lose? How about providing your driver with a incentive plan for good behavior? How about a penalty plan for bad behaviors? How about deferred compensation based on measured KPIs?
Bite the bullet and get creative. There are many ways to address the problem other than to sit around or go to the press and whine.
The question is: why not? The drivers are their employees. As with all businesses, employers are directly responsible for the any acts their employees perform on their behalf.
I applaud the authorities for taking this firm action and I sincerely hope they don’t relax this expectation of the operators. How many times have the operators been asked to improve? How much more tolerance do these operators expect from the public?
No need to look far, Just look south and compared our taxi drivers to Singapore taxi drivers. It’s mighty high time operators buck up.
Instead of the constant complaining, I would like to see the association come up with more constructive solutions and get relevant parties to help improve the situation.
How about paying your drivers better so the job becomes one they can’t afford to lose? How about providing your driver with a incentive plan for good behavior? How about a penalty plan for bad behaviors? How about deferred compensation based on measured KPIs?
Bite the bullet and get creative. There are many ways to address the problem other than to sit around or go to the press and whine.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Welcome to Malaysia
I was in Singapore for another one of my business trips. People who knows me knows how much I dislike Singapore. However, this time, I somehow paid attention to other details the tiny island provided.
Start with the trip from Changi Airport. As the taxi drove me to my office, the scenery was a very pleasant greeting. The highway from the airport to the city is lined with rows and rows of coconut trees, palm tress and bougainvilleas.
I returned to KL on Friday. The road from the KLIA to KL is lined with nothing much but billboards.
The drive to and from the airport is very important. It’s the first impression visitors have of our country. I remember back in the heydays when we were still flew from the Subang Airport. The stretch of road from the Federal Highway to the airport was beautifully landscaped with trees and flowering plants. It was certainly a grand welcome to visitors.
Visit Malaysia Year 2007 is coming. I am quite sure not much would change but I already know what I could expect. More billboards springing up along the highway that say "Welcome to Malaysia".
Start with the trip from Changi Airport. As the taxi drove me to my office, the scenery was a very pleasant greeting. The highway from the airport to the city is lined with rows and rows of coconut trees, palm tress and bougainvilleas.
I returned to KL on Friday. The road from the KLIA to KL is lined with nothing much but billboards.
The drive to and from the airport is very important. It’s the first impression visitors have of our country. I remember back in the heydays when we were still flew from the Subang Airport. The stretch of road from the Federal Highway to the airport was beautifully landscaped with trees and flowering plants. It was certainly a grand welcome to visitors.
Visit Malaysia Year 2007 is coming. I am quite sure not much would change but I already know what I could expect. More billboards springing up along the highway that say "Welcome to Malaysia".
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