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".
Saturday, August 26, 2006
I wonder what kind of city I am living in?
Shrouded in haze by day, flooded up by night.
I cannot comprehend how, Kuala Lumpur, a city of modern standards, can be flooded after a heavy downpour.
Not a freak downpour. Don’t even call it flash flood. Something that happens repetitively year after year after year, can no longer be classified as freak or flash.
I cannot comprehend how, Kuala Lumpur, a city of modern standards, can be flooded after a heavy downpour.
Not a freak downpour. Don’t even call it flash flood. Something that happens repetitively year after year after year, can no longer be classified as freak or flash.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I wonder what kind of city am I living in?
I have lived all my life in PJ. Even when I bought my own home, I bought one in PJ because I cannot imagine myself living in another neighbourhood.
So it hurts me deeply to see how my beloved neighbourhood has dilapidated into its current state.
The recent billboard fiasco is a joke. Has anyone noticed how many empty billboards there are in PJ? Just along the PJ’s section of the Federal Highway. Between the Subang and Jalan Gasing intersection, there are at least 5 empty unipole billboards.
And here we have the PJ City Council allowing more billboards. Why do we need more when there isn’t even enough advertisers to take up the current ones?
I also wonder about this “billboard concession-for-pedestrian bridge” exchange. There’s a mammoth across the Federal Highway (it spreads across 6 lanes) near the Jalan 222 interchange. One wonders how many pedestrians will climb the flight of stairs to use the bridge when the can easily cross at the traffic lights at Jalan 222? I would seriously like to know what kind of study is done to determine the location of a pedestrian bridge. What’s the use of building bridges in areas where there are little or no pedestrians? If a bridge is built for the primary purpose of putting up an ad, let just call it what it is – an ad bridge, not a pedestrian bridge.
So it hurts me deeply to see how my beloved neighbourhood has dilapidated into its current state.
The recent billboard fiasco is a joke. Has anyone noticed how many empty billboards there are in PJ? Just along the PJ’s section of the Federal Highway. Between the Subang and Jalan Gasing intersection, there are at least 5 empty unipole billboards.
And here we have the PJ City Council allowing more billboards. Why do we need more when there isn’t even enough advertisers to take up the current ones?
I also wonder about this “billboard concession-for-pedestrian bridge” exchange. There’s a mammoth across the Federal Highway (it spreads across 6 lanes) near the Jalan 222 interchange. One wonders how many pedestrians will climb the flight of stairs to use the bridge when the can easily cross at the traffic lights at Jalan 222? I would seriously like to know what kind of study is done to determine the location of a pedestrian bridge. What’s the use of building bridges in areas where there are little or no pedestrians? If a bridge is built for the primary purpose of putting up an ad, let just call it what it is – an ad bridge, not a pedestrian bridge.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Horny Month
I think it must be the how stars are aligned in July. I am so horny this month. Last year in July was when I started meeting men from AFF. Remember that amazing fuck week?
Well, this week is an amazing fuck week too. I have a new benchmark. I finally understood the incomprehensible, undescribeable joy of multiple orgasm. I must have came at least 6 times last night. It was so good that I’m still having spasms this morning. I screamed until I lost my voice.
Well, this week is an amazing fuck week too. I have a new benchmark. I finally understood the incomprehensible, undescribeable joy of multiple orgasm. I must have came at least 6 times last night. It was so good that I’m still having spasms this morning. I screamed until I lost my voice.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Nuke Them All
I have changed my mind about nuking Singapore.
I think we should save the nukes, get North Korea and Iran to work together and send the wipe out the Middle East.
All this tit-for-tat fighting over only “god-knows-what”, literally. Kill a country for 2 soldiers and put sacrifice lives of thousands more. And what was it for again? In GOD’s name? For GOD’s sake (pun intended), do the numbers! Why did your God not give you’re a brain!
The state of the world now is very sad. I have no idea where we are going to…..
I think we should save the nukes, get North Korea and Iran to work together and send the wipe out the Middle East.
All this tit-for-tat fighting over only “god-knows-what”, literally. Kill a country for 2 soldiers and put sacrifice lives of thousands more. And what was it for again? In GOD’s name? For GOD’s sake (pun intended), do the numbers! Why did your God not give you’re a brain!
The state of the world now is very sad. I have no idea where we are going to…..
One Wedding and 300 Funerals
Over 300 people perished yesterday when a tsunami washed up the shores of south Java.
The headlines on the front page of all Malaysian newspaper today is about Siti Nurhaliza’s wedding.
What is wrong with the scene? We are talking national newspaper – The Star, NST – reputable NEWSpaper – who are supposed to deliver NEWS, not tabloid gossips. How in the world can a celebrity’s wedding is more important than the plight of Indonesians and the war in Middle East. I know…can… only in Malaysia….MALAYSIA BOLEH right?
The headlines on the front page of all Malaysian newspaper today is about Siti Nurhaliza’s wedding.
What is wrong with the scene? We are talking national newspaper – The Star, NST – reputable NEWSpaper – who are supposed to deliver NEWS, not tabloid gossips. How in the world can a celebrity’s wedding is more important than the plight of Indonesians and the war in Middle East. I know…can… only in Malaysia….MALAYSIA BOLEH right?
Saturday, July 08, 2006
World Cup Madness
Mad indeed. The tables have turned.
Imagine this…a regular dinner of 3 guys and 3 gals. The gals are talking World Cup, the men just sit there quiet and grinning, wondering what the hell we were talking about.
Gone are the days when us gals are merely World Cup widow, ditched by the men who could rip themselves away from the TV. Nowadays, we are the one who stay up to watch game.
We know the schedules by heart, the groups, the winning and losing team. We talk about strategies, attack and defense. We know the teams and their players.
We debate who is the better player, and of course the better-looking player. We praised their great talents and scorned their unsporting antics. We even rate the coaches’ looks, fashion sense and mannerism.
We memorized the score of every game and the goals, down to the minute it was scored.
We even talk about how people bet on games these days.
As Andrew very well put it, if we were World Cup bimbos, we were certainly very professional. We have all bases very well covered.
Imagine this…a regular dinner of 3 guys and 3 gals. The gals are talking World Cup, the men just sit there quiet and grinning, wondering what the hell we were talking about.
Gone are the days when us gals are merely World Cup widow, ditched by the men who could rip themselves away from the TV. Nowadays, we are the one who stay up to watch game.
We know the schedules by heart, the groups, the winning and losing team. We talk about strategies, attack and defense. We know the teams and their players.
We debate who is the better player, and of course the better-looking player. We praised their great talents and scorned their unsporting antics. We even rate the coaches’ looks, fashion sense and mannerism.
We memorized the score of every game and the goals, down to the minute it was scored.
We even talk about how people bet on games these days.
As Andrew very well put it, if we were World Cup bimbos, we were certainly very professional. We have all bases very well covered.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Mastering My Mind
My mind has been very restless lately. I keep getting short burst of ideas about things that I need to do, but the thoughts are very scattered and unorganized. I have to learn to control these thoughts and channel them properly.
Right now, I really don’t know what I want. I have thought about moving to another country. I have thought about changing jobs. I have been thinking about my love life. All issues that I have always had a firm ground on. Suddenly, everything is just stirred up.
I think it’s high time I learn to meditate properly, instead of falling into semi unconsciousness during each yoga meditation session.
I should start going back to yoga regularly too. I went for yoga today, and boy of boy, my muscles are not strong at all.
I think I am going to take up photography and painting seriously. I have had inclinations towards them, I should develop them further.
Right now, I really don’t know what I want. I have thought about moving to another country. I have thought about changing jobs. I have been thinking about my love life. All issues that I have always had a firm ground on. Suddenly, everything is just stirred up.
I think it’s high time I learn to meditate properly, instead of falling into semi unconsciousness during each yoga meditation session.
I should start going back to yoga regularly too. I went for yoga today, and boy of boy, my muscles are not strong at all.
I think I am going to take up photography and painting seriously. I have had inclinations towards them, I should develop them further.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Home Alas!
After 4 weeks of back-to-back traveling, I am so happy that my “road show month” has finally ended. I practically went to all four corners of Malaysia in the last month. No kidding. I am going have my both feet firmly planted in KL soil at least for the next 30 days. Nope - nothing will make me leave KL for the next month.
Perhaps it’s because I have always been a homebody. I cannot understand the prestige people stamp on those regional, jet-setting, live out of a suitcase life.
I hate hotels. I can never sleep well in them.
I love my home. I love the space. I love my bed.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is due to my clear and distinct preference, or my inability to adapt. In other words, a sign of old age….
Perhaps it’s because I have always been a homebody. I cannot understand the prestige people stamp on those regional, jet-setting, live out of a suitcase life.
I hate hotels. I can never sleep well in them.
I love my home. I love the space. I love my bed.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is due to my clear and distinct preference, or my inability to adapt. In other words, a sign of old age….
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
The Holy Trinity
With the onset of World Cup fever, many companies have jumped at new money-making opportunities.
Big screen and plasma TVs sold like hot cakes.
The pizza boys have a whole new menu of pizzas in the colours of the competing teams.
F&B guys – needless to say – they are always geared for biggies like this.
I thought the VCD sellers are the cleverest yet. In anticipation of declined sales during the World Cup, they have formed a partnership with the bookies and the loan sharks. The former finance the loan sharks, who in turn extend loans via the bookies easily available to the football gamblers. Take about diversification and synergies. Hats off to them.
Big screen and plasma TVs sold like hot cakes.
The pizza boys have a whole new menu of pizzas in the colours of the competing teams.
F&B guys – needless to say – they are always geared for biggies like this.
I thought the VCD sellers are the cleverest yet. In anticipation of declined sales during the World Cup, they have formed a partnership with the bookies and the loan sharks. The former finance the loan sharks, who in turn extend loans via the bookies easily available to the football gamblers. Take about diversification and synergies. Hats off to them.
New Breed of Widows
First there were the poor golf widows. Now we have the World Cup widows.
World Cup fever brought with it sex drought. Yes baby, don’t bother about sex till July 10. In the evening, they are too busy watching the games. In the day, they are just dozing away.
Every man I know is sleep deprived. First work day of the World Cup and I already have my 2 male staff on sick leave.
I am quite sure global birth rates will mark a significant drop in February 2007.
GDP will drop with the temporary closure of the sex and porn trade. Revenue for condom companies will probably drop this month too. However, this drop will be balanced by the increase in F&B spending and electricity consumption.
The lucky ones will be the ginseng and tongkat ali producers – sales will probably skyrocket through the roof – spurred not by consumption as performance boosters, but for it’s “keep-me-awake” properties.
Historians, sociologist, anthropologist and economist should pay heed. This phenomenon can fuel a whole school of research and studies.
World Cup fever brought with it sex drought. Yes baby, don’t bother about sex till July 10. In the evening, they are too busy watching the games. In the day, they are just dozing away.
Every man I know is sleep deprived. First work day of the World Cup and I already have my 2 male staff on sick leave.
I am quite sure global birth rates will mark a significant drop in February 2007.
GDP will drop with the temporary closure of the sex and porn trade. Revenue for condom companies will probably drop this month too. However, this drop will be balanced by the increase in F&B spending and electricity consumption.
The lucky ones will be the ginseng and tongkat ali producers – sales will probably skyrocket through the roof – spurred not by consumption as performance boosters, but for it’s “keep-me-awake” properties.
Historians, sociologist, anthropologist and economist should pay heed. This phenomenon can fuel a whole school of research and studies.
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