Now how catchy is the tagline to this posting? After almost half a year in my new job as a Marketing communications person (well almost)... I have slowly came to realise that taglines are what pushes products and services, not so much what we are selling.
I remember reading in Roger Konopasek's Sales Magnets book that we humans have a few buttons which other people can press to make us do certain things, such as buy more stuff from them for example. Scary huh? Imagine what would happen if this secret were to fall into the wrong hands? It's like handing the switch of an A-bomb to a mad scientist bent on taking over the world! It lies in what people call the secret of marketing.
Well to make you feel better, it HAS already fallen into the wrong hands! May God save us! Well today I'm not going into a whole lot of marketing ideas and stuff. What I left in the office at 6pm today stays there till I go back and chain myself to the desk again tomorrow at 9am.
Now if only I could get my neighbour to stop crooning his Theresa Teng songs so loud. Maybe I should turn up the volume to my Namo Guan Shi Yin Pu Sa chanting... It may not work! Cos the old lady next door is singing at the top of her lungs. I reckon it must be revenge cos I shouted at her dog to shut the heck up earlier.
That aside. I thought about something today. With all the craze about podcasting and stuff, I thought of trying my hands at it. Any ideas and comments? At first I thought of narrating famous business and motivational books like the Blue Ocean Strategy I bought recently, but since I myself fell asleep after reading the first chapter, I wonder what would happen to others who would potentially hear my dull voice narrating each and every line of the book and fall asleep in their cars, mrt trains, while walking on the street, in their office and in their homes. Wouldn't that be a bummer?
My ratings would drop so low it would make John Howard look like the Aussie Prime Minister again! And oh yeah, before I forget, congrats Mr. Rudd! I never would have imagined a pro-asian aussie PM! OK, before you guys hang me from the next up, lets stop talking about politics. One of my favorite tea-time topic with like minded colleagues (a.k.a. DULLARDS!!!)
Now seriously, what do you think about podcasting? It ain't limited to just talk right? If we have the right equipment, we could as well be filming a short clip or something to be shown to the digital world! Personally, I haven't heard a podcast before in my life, but I can imagine it being really interesting. It could very well be the first step to a journalism career for some.
Ok, I think i'm gonna stop here for today, can't really focus on writing when my bloody neighbour is singing 60s top hits at the top of her bloody lungs. Perhaps I should call the mental hospital! For the first time after over 40 postings, I am welcoming comments and feedback to my personal email davegeh@gmail.com, please no spam or I'll spam your email account back so hard your grandkids gonna feel the heat, and not forgetting the fact that if you spam me, I'll stand outside your house every single day of the week till you go crazy and bark like Odie and run around on all fours.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
To my dear ex-schoolmates...
I was at the gym earlier this afternoon and I was thinking of how I should write my latest blog posting and I came up with an idea to write in a letter format, you know, like a letter to a friend! Then half an hour ago, when going through my emails and yahoogroups mailbox, i stumbled upon a mail from an ex-schoolmate in my alma mater group mailbox. It was from the head prefect Sze Keat who's currently working in Japan.
What a pleasant surprise to know that recently got married and is going to have his wedding dinner back here in Ipoh. So I thought I'd write a letter to all my ex-schoolmates! Here goes...
To my dear ex-schoolmates,
Oh my gosh! It's November already? Another year gone by in a blink of an eye. It seems like the years are going by faster and faster nowadays, or is it becos we're getting older?
Next year will mark the 14th year we left school. We've been through so much individually and for some of us, together. So, as we brace for the end of the year with the barrage of wedding invitations, the long vacations, the year end closing of our departments and not forgetting Christmas and New Year's.
This time of the year always presents me with a potpurri of emotions ranging from relief to anxiety to stress to joy all bundled together as one like a big xmas gift pack waiting for me at the fireplace. Relief because I finally get to wrap up all the projects I am working on in the office and I can finally pull out the 2008 yearly planner and plan for a better year ahead.
Anxiety because I am yet to meet certain deadlines I am supposed to meet for the year in terms of my job and my personal life, and stress for the same matter. Maybe it's the targets I had set for myself at the beginning of my new career journey which in my personal capacity I have not readied myself enough for, thats why I have to do all the catching up in the end.
Its like climbing Mount Everest without prior training and prepping! The end result is leaves much to be desired. Finally Joy because I can finally look forward to a brand new year which promises to present me with brand new promises, opportunities, friends, challenges, (love and relationships) perhaps?
I break into cold sweat just thinking about the last one. I know my mom and dad hasn't got to pressuring me about it yet, but if I were in their shoes, the thought of their soon to turn 31 year old eldest son still living a bachelor life far away in the capital would get me kind of worried too. But at 55 and 54 respectively, they're still not grumbling about not having grand kids yet, I mean, I wouldn't want to be questioning why I don't have grand kids calling me grandpa yet when I turn 55, thats why I'm pretty sure thats the reason why my mom and dad's not complaining (or so I reckon)... Well they haven't said a thing yet so I'm just gonna leave it at that for the time being.
Opportunities to become rich and not having to work another day of my life? I, like any other person living on the face of this earth, save for those who have already made a ton of money and sipping coconuts on a beach in Malibu, Bahamas or Bermuda, pine and yearn for that day to come. It is no wonder why casino and lotto operators get richer and we get nowhere near. Maybe it's time to wise up and start thinking of better ways of getting rich or, an alternative to that is, to redefine what we mean by getting rich or becoming rich.
To many including me, the definition of richness is having a million bucks in the bank and another million to blow on a 100-room castle, a yacht, 10 ferraris, lamborghinis, maseratis, porsches and the likes, a first class ticket around the world, a handshake and a cuppa with Donald Trump and Warren Buffett perhaps?
Well to redefine it would maybe mean that our definition of richness is now having enough money to send our kids to college and buy ourselves a nice cosy house on a hill overlooking the sea in the Pearl of the Orient (Penang) and still have enough to enjoy a good meal and drinks at a nice restaurant everyday or getting to go on a cruise holiday or take a trip to Europe once a year. Wouldn't that be less stressful on ourselves than set goals and targets too high for our own good?
What I like about the New Year is that each and every one of us gets a clean new sheet of paper to set for ourselves what we want to achieve for that year. Let me gently remind you that the white piece of paper that each and everyone of us gets is for resolutions for that year and that year alone. Perhaps the one thing that holds everyone back from achieving whatever they want to every year is that they set their goals too far ahead, 6-12 months (short term plan), 1-5 years (mid term plan) and 5-20 years (long term plan). Sounds familiar?
Its one thing to be thorough and plan ahead in life. There's nothing wrong with that. I sometimes get carried away and do that too. The problem with that is, we get carried too far ahead that when we look back, we don't see dry land anymore! Thats when all our hopes and dreams fall out. I read in a book that, if your dreams don't scare you, they ain't big enough! The problem with big dreams is that when they do scare us, we're too immobilized to act upon them and thus as a result, don't follow through on them. Then finally one fine day 11 months later you look back at the sheet of paper you wrote your new year's resolutions on 31st December 2007, 2 things would be playing about in your head. First, you'd be thinking of the 31 ways you would want to cook that piece of paper and 2nd, you'd think of 31 ways how you'd want to punish yourself for finding yourself in the same position you were in 11 months ago without feeling or becoming any better, or richer for that matter.
I don't qualify as a preacher, I don't even practice christianity, nor am I a wise old man from the mountains of Tibet. I'm just a writer and an aspiring (perhaps one day) Best Selling Author, my advice for the new year's is this. Dream big, but make reasonable, achievable, measurable and attainable goals. Thats what I'm gonna do, wait a minute, I think Donald Trump said that on a CNBC show. Well, I can't say for sure if thats what he said but if he did, it's really good advice.
To my dear ex-schoolmate Sze Keat and your new found love and happiness, I'd like to warmly congratulate you and wish all the best! I'd also like to wish for you lots of happiness, lots of love for each other, lots blessings from above and lots of kids and grandkids to be proud of eventually!
What a pleasant surprise to know that recently got married and is going to have his wedding dinner back here in Ipoh. So I thought I'd write a letter to all my ex-schoolmates! Here goes...
To my dear ex-schoolmates,
Oh my gosh! It's November already? Another year gone by in a blink of an eye. It seems like the years are going by faster and faster nowadays, or is it becos we're getting older?
Next year will mark the 14th year we left school. We've been through so much individually and for some of us, together. So, as we brace for the end of the year with the barrage of wedding invitations, the long vacations, the year end closing of our departments and not forgetting Christmas and New Year's.
This time of the year always presents me with a potpurri of emotions ranging from relief to anxiety to stress to joy all bundled together as one like a big xmas gift pack waiting for me at the fireplace. Relief because I finally get to wrap up all the projects I am working on in the office and I can finally pull out the 2008 yearly planner and plan for a better year ahead.
Anxiety because I am yet to meet certain deadlines I am supposed to meet for the year in terms of my job and my personal life, and stress for the same matter. Maybe it's the targets I had set for myself at the beginning of my new career journey which in my personal capacity I have not readied myself enough for, thats why I have to do all the catching up in the end.
Its like climbing Mount Everest without prior training and prepping! The end result is leaves much to be desired. Finally Joy because I can finally look forward to a brand new year which promises to present me with brand new promises, opportunities, friends, challenges, (love and relationships) perhaps?
I break into cold sweat just thinking about the last one. I know my mom and dad hasn't got to pressuring me about it yet, but if I were in their shoes, the thought of their soon to turn 31 year old eldest son still living a bachelor life far away in the capital would get me kind of worried too. But at 55 and 54 respectively, they're still not grumbling about not having grand kids yet, I mean, I wouldn't want to be questioning why I don't have grand kids calling me grandpa yet when I turn 55, thats why I'm pretty sure thats the reason why my mom and dad's not complaining (or so I reckon)... Well they haven't said a thing yet so I'm just gonna leave it at that for the time being.
Opportunities to become rich and not having to work another day of my life? I, like any other person living on the face of this earth, save for those who have already made a ton of money and sipping coconuts on a beach in Malibu, Bahamas or Bermuda, pine and yearn for that day to come. It is no wonder why casino and lotto operators get richer and we get nowhere near. Maybe it's time to wise up and start thinking of better ways of getting rich or, an alternative to that is, to redefine what we mean by getting rich or becoming rich.
To many including me, the definition of richness is having a million bucks in the bank and another million to blow on a 100-room castle, a yacht, 10 ferraris, lamborghinis, maseratis, porsches and the likes, a first class ticket around the world, a handshake and a cuppa with Donald Trump and Warren Buffett perhaps?
Well to redefine it would maybe mean that our definition of richness is now having enough money to send our kids to college and buy ourselves a nice cosy house on a hill overlooking the sea in the Pearl of the Orient (Penang) and still have enough to enjoy a good meal and drinks at a nice restaurant everyday or getting to go on a cruise holiday or take a trip to Europe once a year. Wouldn't that be less stressful on ourselves than set goals and targets too high for our own good?
What I like about the New Year is that each and every one of us gets a clean new sheet of paper to set for ourselves what we want to achieve for that year. Let me gently remind you that the white piece of paper that each and everyone of us gets is for resolutions for that year and that year alone. Perhaps the one thing that holds everyone back from achieving whatever they want to every year is that they set their goals too far ahead, 6-12 months (short term plan), 1-5 years (mid term plan) and 5-20 years (long term plan). Sounds familiar?
Its one thing to be thorough and plan ahead in life. There's nothing wrong with that. I sometimes get carried away and do that too. The problem with that is, we get carried too far ahead that when we look back, we don't see dry land anymore! Thats when all our hopes and dreams fall out. I read in a book that, if your dreams don't scare you, they ain't big enough! The problem with big dreams is that when they do scare us, we're too immobilized to act upon them and thus as a result, don't follow through on them. Then finally one fine day 11 months later you look back at the sheet of paper you wrote your new year's resolutions on 31st December 2007, 2 things would be playing about in your head. First, you'd be thinking of the 31 ways you would want to cook that piece of paper and 2nd, you'd think of 31 ways how you'd want to punish yourself for finding yourself in the same position you were in 11 months ago without feeling or becoming any better, or richer for that matter.
I don't qualify as a preacher, I don't even practice christianity, nor am I a wise old man from the mountains of Tibet. I'm just a writer and an aspiring (perhaps one day) Best Selling Author, my advice for the new year's is this. Dream big, but make reasonable, achievable, measurable and attainable goals. Thats what I'm gonna do, wait a minute, I think Donald Trump said that on a CNBC show. Well, I can't say for sure if thats what he said but if he did, it's really good advice.
To my dear ex-schoolmate Sze Keat and your new found love and happiness, I'd like to warmly congratulate you and wish all the best! I'd also like to wish for you lots of happiness, lots of love for each other, lots blessings from above and lots of kids and grandkids to be proud of eventually!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Perspective
I had seen a comparison of planets in our solar system before, but this goes beyond ours and makes it pale by comparison....
Now this is pretty neat.. kind of puts things in perspective.. Makes you feel pretty insignificant.....
I thought this was enlightening. Didn't even realize we knew much beyond our sun ....
It's a big universe(s).
Antares is the 15th brightest star in the sky.
Now, who doesn't believe in eternity....?
Now this is pretty neat.. kind of puts things in perspective.. Makes you feel pretty insignificant.....
I thought this was enlightening. Didn't even realize we knew much beyond our sun ....
It's a big universe(s).
Antares is the 15th brightest star in the sky.
Now, who doesn't believe in eternity....?
Malaysia's CSI movie - CSI Kg Baru
Malaysia 's CSI movie - CSI ; KAMPUNG BARU
Ahmed died in a fire and his body was so badly burned that the morgue needed someone to identify the body. As he had no family, they called up his two best friends, Ah Beng and Kumar.
Ah Beng went in first and the mortician pulled back the sheet.Ah Beng said, "Wah-lau-eh, he's very barbecued like cha siu.? But if you would roll him over, I will tell you if he's my friend Ahmed or not."The mortician rolled the body over.
Ah Beng looked at his ass and said, "Heng-ah! No-lah, dat not Ahmed." The mortician was puzzled how he was so sure but he didn't say anything. He went and got Kumar to check the body.
Kumar looked closely and said, "Aiyoyo, it is true he's burnt very bad, but need you to roll him over and I can confirm if he's my friend, Ahmed."Again the mortician rolled the body over. Kumar looked down at the ass and said, "Aiyoyo, oh no no, this is definitely not Ahmed."
The mortician, unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, said, "Okay, you have to tell me now - how can you and Ah Beng tell for sure this is not Ahmed?"
Kumar said, "Well, this Ahmed, he had two assholes." "What?!!" the mortician said in disbelief, "He had two assholes?!!"
"Oh yes, everyone in the neighbourhood knows this.?Every time the three of us go out, people always say, ' Here comes Ahmed with the two assholes'. "
Ahmed died in a fire and his body was so badly burned that the morgue needed someone to identify the body. As he had no family, they called up his two best friends, Ah Beng and Kumar.
Ah Beng went in first and the mortician pulled back the sheet.Ah Beng said, "Wah-lau-eh, he's very barbecued like cha siu.? But if you would roll him over, I will tell you if he's my friend Ahmed or not."The mortician rolled the body over.
Ah Beng looked at his ass and said, "Heng-ah! No-lah, dat not Ahmed." The mortician was puzzled how he was so sure but he didn't say anything. He went and got Kumar to check the body.
Kumar looked closely and said, "Aiyoyo, it is true he's burnt very bad, but need you to roll him over and I can confirm if he's my friend, Ahmed."Again the mortician rolled the body over. Kumar looked down at the ass and said, "Aiyoyo, oh no no, this is definitely not Ahmed."
The mortician, unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, said, "Okay, you have to tell me now - how can you and Ah Beng tell for sure this is not Ahmed?"
Kumar said, "Well, this Ahmed, he had two assholes." "What?!!" the mortician said in disbelief, "He had two assholes?!!"
"Oh yes, everyone in the neighbourhood knows this.?Every time the three of us go out, people always say, ' Here comes Ahmed with the two assholes'. "
5 Don'ts when you are sleeping
The last one really cracked me up! haha
DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH Watches can emit a certain level of radioactivity. Though small, but if you wear your watch to bed for a long time, it might have adverse effects on your health.
DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE Putting the phone beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged. Though some of us will use phones as alarm clocks, but please put the phone as far as possible. Scientists have proved that electrical items including mobile phone and television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves can cause disruptions to our nervous system. Therefore if you need to put your mobile phone near you, switch it off first. DON'T
SLEEP WITH MAKE UP People who sleep with make up might have skin problems in the long run. Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing and problem in perspiring. You will also need a much longer time to go into deep sleep.
DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA Scientists in America have discovered those that wear bras for more than 12 hours have a higher risk of getting breast cancer. So go to bed without it.
DON'T SLEEP WITH OTHERS' WIFE You may never wake up again....
DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA Scientists in America have discovered those that wear bras for more than 12 hours have a higher risk of getting breast cancer. So go to bed without it.
DON'T SLEEP WITH OTHERS' WIFE You may never wake up again....
Friday, November 16, 2007
Mother of the year!
In a zoo in California, a mother tiger gave birth to a rare set of triplet tiger cubs. Unfortunately, due to complications in the pregnancy, the cubs were born prematurely and due to their tiny size, they died shortly after birth.The mother tiger after recovering from the delivery, suddenly started to decline in health, although physically she was fine.The veterinarians felt that the loss of her litter had caused the tigress to fall into a depression. The doctors decided that if the tigress could surrogate another mother's cubs, perhaps she would improve.After checking with many other zoos across the country, the depressing news was that there were no tiger cubs of the right age to introduce to the mourning mother. The veterinarians decided to try something that had never been tried in a zoo environment. Sometimes a mother of one species will take on the care of a different species.
The only orphan that could be found quickly, were a litter of weanling pigs. The zoo keepers and vets wrapped the piglets in tiger skin and placed the babies around the mother tiger. Would they become cubs or pork chops? Take a look...you won't believe your eyes!!
Now, please tell me one more time..........
why can't the rest of the world get along?
Davester: This fwd email was one of the rare ones that has enough impact to take my breathe away. A lesson to be learnt for one and all!
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Lessons to be learnt
Perhaps the most profound thing I picked up from reading the late Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong's biography was 2 things he mentioned inside it. The first was, for one to succeed he/she must be dan da xin xi (bold but cautious). A great leader of men, he had proved to everyone that, success is a result of hard work plus a sharp mind to think. Before I read his biography, I had heard many people say that Uncle Lim (as we all had came to affectionately call him) became successful despite being an illiterate has proved to be totally untrue.
Uncle Lim is not only fully literate, he possesses a mind which is sharper than even the smartest of us all. It's the faculty of reasoning plus street wise common sense that had earned him riches and fame even before his Genting Highlands stint. He also advised us on the virtues of having a positive outlook on life as well as to smile and be courteous to one and all cos we never know who we will meet along the way as we charge ahead in our daily lives.
Other things which I have picked up in the book was, the virtues of being single minded. This is not the same as being close minded or one track mind. It's a totally different ballgame altogether. Being single minded means when you set your mind to doing something, make sure thats what you want to do and not get distracted by your surroundings (friends, colleagues, acquaintances, family members). In this day and age, it's very easy to get distracted by people who promise you fast and easy riches. Becoming 'instant millionaires' is the buzz word nowadays with the promise of even 18 year school leavers buy. I remember a phrase from a Napoleon Hill book, "Fast to make a decision, and slow to change it..." I think he was referring to Henry Ford. Phrases like this was written about Warren Buffet, Donald Trump and other successful people, and Uncle Lim was no exception.
Once he had set his mind to developing a remote mountain into a holiday resort, nobody could get in his way or change his mind about it. He was deeply rooted in his ambition and will to succeed and charged ahead till he saw completion of it.
Another important word inside the book which caught my attention was this, the dual word used to describe 'nation' in mandarin is guojia. It comprises of the word guo which means country and jia which means family. What he says is that family is the most important building block and pillar of strength for a country to truly be a nation. For without family, we would all just be individuals running around fighting our own personal battles and amongst each other for survival. No longer do we live here, we just merely exist. So another important lesson to be learnt from this great man is the virtues of family.
I have a deep admiration and respect for Uncle Lim and every night when I flip the page of his autobiography, I feel truly honored and some what blessed that I am able to read the lines and pick up the stories written by such a great yet humble and down to earth leader of men. I would have given anything to meet him in person when he was alive, but being able to take a journey into his life though his stories makes me a truly lucky person. Like a scene in 'The last samurai' where the Emperor of Japan asked Tom Cruise, "will you tell me how he died?", in which Tom Cruise replied "I will tell you how he lived..."
(In memory of Tan Sri Dato' Seri (Dr) Lim Goh Tong)
Uncle Lim is not only fully literate, he possesses a mind which is sharper than even the smartest of us all. It's the faculty of reasoning plus street wise common sense that had earned him riches and fame even before his Genting Highlands stint. He also advised us on the virtues of having a positive outlook on life as well as to smile and be courteous to one and all cos we never know who we will meet along the way as we charge ahead in our daily lives.
Other things which I have picked up in the book was, the virtues of being single minded. This is not the same as being close minded or one track mind. It's a totally different ballgame altogether. Being single minded means when you set your mind to doing something, make sure thats what you want to do and not get distracted by your surroundings (friends, colleagues, acquaintances, family members). In this day and age, it's very easy to get distracted by people who promise you fast and easy riches. Becoming 'instant millionaires' is the buzz word nowadays with the promise of even 18 year school leavers buy. I remember a phrase from a Napoleon Hill book, "Fast to make a decision, and slow to change it..." I think he was referring to Henry Ford. Phrases like this was written about Warren Buffet, Donald Trump and other successful people, and Uncle Lim was no exception.
Once he had set his mind to developing a remote mountain into a holiday resort, nobody could get in his way or change his mind about it. He was deeply rooted in his ambition and will to succeed and charged ahead till he saw completion of it.
Another important word inside the book which caught my attention was this, the dual word used to describe 'nation' in mandarin is guojia. It comprises of the word guo which means country and jia which means family. What he says is that family is the most important building block and pillar of strength for a country to truly be a nation. For without family, we would all just be individuals running around fighting our own personal battles and amongst each other for survival. No longer do we live here, we just merely exist. So another important lesson to be learnt from this great man is the virtues of family.
I have a deep admiration and respect for Uncle Lim and every night when I flip the page of his autobiography, I feel truly honored and some what blessed that I am able to read the lines and pick up the stories written by such a great yet humble and down to earth leader of men. I would have given anything to meet him in person when he was alive, but being able to take a journey into his life though his stories makes me a truly lucky person. Like a scene in 'The last samurai' where the Emperor of Japan asked Tom Cruise, "will you tell me how he died?", in which Tom Cruise replied "I will tell you how he lived..."
(In memory of Tan Sri Dato' Seri (Dr) Lim Goh Tong)
Friday, November 09, 2007
On ambition
What would you do if one day you found yourself in the same position you started out from 10 years ago? Would you go screaming mad and start to pull all your hair out? Would your bang your head on the wall and cuss at yourself for not putting in the extra effort to make bring yourself a little closer to your goals and dreams.
I have a friend in the exact same position. In his late thirties where most people would have already achieved a certain level of success in their career or business, he still find himself in the exact same position he started out 15 years ago doing the exact same job while seeing those who started off the same time as him or later than him climb up above him and eventually becoming his boss or leaving the company for jobs which pays 10-15x more.
Well I know that many would say that thats the reality of life when you work with people, but the worst reality is, actually being in that situation and not being able to do anything about it. Talk about being helpless. It's like someone holding a knife to you and whatever is happening to you is way beyond your control.
I work in an office as well, and my situation is no better than the gardener with the lowest salary in my company or the CEO with the highest salary in the company, you know why? Because the 3 of us have to put in the exact same 8 hours a day or 44 hours a week into the job to be entitled to the paycheck at the end of the day be it the gardener, the CEO or me.
If I was the owner of a smart private institution of higher learning, I would come up with a program called "Professional Office Worker" or the likes of it. Or if the person was working with the telephone on the front line, we would call it "Professional Call Advisor" or some nonsense. My best bet is, with excellent PR and an even better marketing plan, we would be selling these programs like hot cakes as the tag line is 'continuous improvement to your work life' and somewhere in between the lines, we would sell the hope of jumping to a better job with a bigger paycheck just cos of the the cert has the word Professional or Certified in it. Wouldn't that be lucrative?
It may sound silly but I actually fell for one of those nonsense many years back when I was a call centre operator.. I mean, Customer Service Officer in Singapore. The company introduced a program called a "Certified Customer Service Professional" offered under the then National Skills Recognition System which was ran by the Workers Development Authority (WDA) of Singapore. The aim of the program we took was to train front line customer service agents to provide consistent service across the board (which we were already doing thanks to our stringent operating standards) and to give recognition and glamour to so called unglamourous and mundane/boring/routine jobs. Those who passed were given a recognition certificate in the presence of everyone in the department and a small little blue tie pin which immediately recognises you as one who have taken the test and had passed with flying colors.
But what got our tails wagging excitedly back then was the fact that, if we decide to change jobs within the industry later on, we would get a better advantage over others. Sadly, today, few years on I'd come to realise that all that was is just alot of hype and a browning toilet paper. I might even like to conclude that we had been taken for a hot air balloon ride back then. But I reckon looking back today, I'd say that it's all in the spirit of competitiveness eh.
Well between someone who will retire a clerk just as he was a clerk for the past 50 years or a clerk retiring as the president of the company, I reckon that there are goals and dreams far bigger than the ones we strive to achieve in the span of our careers. However big they may be, to me, being still young and brash and I may say a little naive, I fail to see whats more important than to make tons of money and look + feel rich. Maybe its bcos of the insecurity of not having enough growing up, or the insecurities I feel now still not having enough after so many year I have put in to my career.
At this juncture of my life, I don't respect mediocracy. I don't respect people who choose to be mediocre or normal. If I myself were to one day choose to be mediocre or normal, I would not respect myself either. Dreams are to be dreamt big, or else, why bother to even dream in the first place, we're just taking up precious time and may in a way obstruct others who may want to dream big ridiculous dreams. But who are we to say people's dreams are big and ridiculous? The airplane and telephone was once big ridiculous dreams... look who's laughing now? Only the ones heading to the bank with sacks of money with dollar signs printed on the sack.
I was once told, if your dreams doesn't scare you, it's not big enough. So why don't we want to dream big? It's free isn't it? We'd stand in line for hours just for free pens or meal vouchers... why not stand in line and start dreaming big? I want to make it a point to dream BIG HAIRY OBNOXIOUS RIDICULOUS OUTRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE DREAMS and i want to do it today without any delay. If Tony Robbins can become a rich dude with a castle at 21, I believe so can I. If Donald Trump can be so rich he travels around in his own personal plane, I believe so can I.
I have a friend in the exact same position. In his late thirties where most people would have already achieved a certain level of success in their career or business, he still find himself in the exact same position he started out 15 years ago doing the exact same job while seeing those who started off the same time as him or later than him climb up above him and eventually becoming his boss or leaving the company for jobs which pays 10-15x more.
Well I know that many would say that thats the reality of life when you work with people, but the worst reality is, actually being in that situation and not being able to do anything about it. Talk about being helpless. It's like someone holding a knife to you and whatever is happening to you is way beyond your control.
I work in an office as well, and my situation is no better than the gardener with the lowest salary in my company or the CEO with the highest salary in the company, you know why? Because the 3 of us have to put in the exact same 8 hours a day or 44 hours a week into the job to be entitled to the paycheck at the end of the day be it the gardener, the CEO or me.
If I was the owner of a smart private institution of higher learning, I would come up with a program called "Professional Office Worker" or the likes of it. Or if the person was working with the telephone on the front line, we would call it "Professional Call Advisor" or some nonsense. My best bet is, with excellent PR and an even better marketing plan, we would be selling these programs like hot cakes as the tag line is 'continuous improvement to your work life' and somewhere in between the lines, we would sell the hope of jumping to a better job with a bigger paycheck just cos of the the cert has the word Professional or Certified in it. Wouldn't that be lucrative?
It may sound silly but I actually fell for one of those nonsense many years back when I was a call centre operator.. I mean, Customer Service Officer in Singapore. The company introduced a program called a "Certified Customer Service Professional" offered under the then National Skills Recognition System which was ran by the Workers Development Authority (WDA) of Singapore. The aim of the program we took was to train front line customer service agents to provide consistent service across the board (which we were already doing thanks to our stringent operating standards) and to give recognition and glamour to so called unglamourous and mundane/boring/routine jobs. Those who passed were given a recognition certificate in the presence of everyone in the department and a small little blue tie pin which immediately recognises you as one who have taken the test and had passed with flying colors.
But what got our tails wagging excitedly back then was the fact that, if we decide to change jobs within the industry later on, we would get a better advantage over others. Sadly, today, few years on I'd come to realise that all that was is just alot of hype and a browning toilet paper. I might even like to conclude that we had been taken for a hot air balloon ride back then. But I reckon looking back today, I'd say that it's all in the spirit of competitiveness eh.
Well between someone who will retire a clerk just as he was a clerk for the past 50 years or a clerk retiring as the president of the company, I reckon that there are goals and dreams far bigger than the ones we strive to achieve in the span of our careers. However big they may be, to me, being still young and brash and I may say a little naive, I fail to see whats more important than to make tons of money and look + feel rich. Maybe its bcos of the insecurity of not having enough growing up, or the insecurities I feel now still not having enough after so many year I have put in to my career.
At this juncture of my life, I don't respect mediocracy. I don't respect people who choose to be mediocre or normal. If I myself were to one day choose to be mediocre or normal, I would not respect myself either. Dreams are to be dreamt big, or else, why bother to even dream in the first place, we're just taking up precious time and may in a way obstruct others who may want to dream big ridiculous dreams. But who are we to say people's dreams are big and ridiculous? The airplane and telephone was once big ridiculous dreams... look who's laughing now? Only the ones heading to the bank with sacks of money with dollar signs printed on the sack.
I was once told, if your dreams doesn't scare you, it's not big enough. So why don't we want to dream big? It's free isn't it? We'd stand in line for hours just for free pens or meal vouchers... why not stand in line and start dreaming big? I want to make it a point to dream BIG HAIRY OBNOXIOUS RIDICULOUS OUTRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE DREAMS and i want to do it today without any delay. If Tony Robbins can become a rich dude with a castle at 21, I believe so can I. If Donald Trump can be so rich he travels around in his own personal plane, I believe so can I.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Deepavali day dinner...
Last night we decided to go for dinner at Northam Beach hawker centre along Jalan Sultan Ahmad Shah (Formally known as Northam Road, or Millionaire row)
The 1 word I would use to describe the situation all the way from our house to Northam beach is Pandemonium! All sorts of inexperience to inconsiderate drivers came out and decide to become king of the road on this particular day. This plus the army of outstation vehicles and tour buses parking inconsiderately along road shoulders and traffic light junctions really got my dad’s blood boiling I guess. He was cussing and swearing at them all the way to dinner. I can understand his pain. Folks in Penang don’t always have to put up with all this inconvenience, save for festive seasons and school holidays. Yesterday being Deepavali, we unfortunately had to be put through that little 'experience'.
All the way I played what Dr Mano told me the last time I went for my consultation with him. He said, let me draw you a diagram. Do you wash your car youself or send it to the carwash? I said I had washed it myself on few occasions. He said, imagine a water hose, from the tap in the house to the bucket outside a few metres away. You have a short water hose, you take another much thinner water hose and attach to it but it’s still not long enough to reach the bucket. You then take another water hose, much thinner and attach to it and finally it reaches the bucket. While you are controlling the flow of the water, you need to make sure that it’s too high pressured as the water pressure will make all the 3 water host burst and water will spray everywhere.
The water tap represents your heart, the first hose is the artery, the second is your normal blood veins and the 3rd is the veins to your brain. The artery and bigger veins can take the pressure but the much smaller veins, which are the ones in your brain can’t take too much of it. When you cause yourself to be stressed out to the max or suffer from high blood pressure (like I do on certain occasions) you could force the blood veins in your brain to burst itself and you migh end up in a coma or something along that line.
Because my doc painted such a horrible image in my mind, I always remind myself to keep a cool head in every situation and avoid being in situations where I literally turn green, 3 times my size, rip off my shirt, pound on my chest and jump a few hundred feet from where I am standing and destroy every single thing I lay my eyes upon. And oh yeah, not forgetting the thunderous roar.
The same situation unfold on the way home from dinner but in between, the dinner was excellent! We had (lemmie recall), loh bak, seafood popiah, German Sausage, a pot pie, cheese cake and salad set, pizza and my bro had some weird looking ‘french’ food and we all had Apple juice with assam. Quite satisfying for a RM60 or so dinner. I’d highly recommend Northam beach for a really good dinner with first class seats by the beach overlooking the Butterworth Container Terminal and the straits between Penang Island and Province Wellesley. If you can look beyond the dirty beach right below where you are seated to the beautiful background setting further ahead, you might enjoy the experience. The breeze is cool and as it gets darker and the whole place is lit up with miniature xmas tree lights overhead it really turns out to be something like a mini fiesta or beach party like environment. I must say I really enjoyed myself there.
Happy Deepavali to all my hindu friends. Although I feel abit sad this year bcos nobody invited me to their house for makan, I still share in your festive joy the same way I share in every religious and cultural festival in our multicultural country! One of the things I enjoy the most is, every time there is a festival, I get a long long leave. He he he... Now tell me again, whats not nice about being in Malaysia? I'm having a ball here!
The 1 word I would use to describe the situation all the way from our house to Northam beach is Pandemonium! All sorts of inexperience to inconsiderate drivers came out and decide to become king of the road on this particular day. This plus the army of outstation vehicles and tour buses parking inconsiderately along road shoulders and traffic light junctions really got my dad’s blood boiling I guess. He was cussing and swearing at them all the way to dinner. I can understand his pain. Folks in Penang don’t always have to put up with all this inconvenience, save for festive seasons and school holidays. Yesterday being Deepavali, we unfortunately had to be put through that little 'experience'.
All the way I played what Dr Mano told me the last time I went for my consultation with him. He said, let me draw you a diagram. Do you wash your car youself or send it to the carwash? I said I had washed it myself on few occasions. He said, imagine a water hose, from the tap in the house to the bucket outside a few metres away. You have a short water hose, you take another much thinner water hose and attach to it but it’s still not long enough to reach the bucket. You then take another water hose, much thinner and attach to it and finally it reaches the bucket. While you are controlling the flow of the water, you need to make sure that it’s too high pressured as the water pressure will make all the 3 water host burst and water will spray everywhere.
The water tap represents your heart, the first hose is the artery, the second is your normal blood veins and the 3rd is the veins to your brain. The artery and bigger veins can take the pressure but the much smaller veins, which are the ones in your brain can’t take too much of it. When you cause yourself to be stressed out to the max or suffer from high blood pressure (like I do on certain occasions) you could force the blood veins in your brain to burst itself and you migh end up in a coma or something along that line.
Because my doc painted such a horrible image in my mind, I always remind myself to keep a cool head in every situation and avoid being in situations where I literally turn green, 3 times my size, rip off my shirt, pound on my chest and jump a few hundred feet from where I am standing and destroy every single thing I lay my eyes upon. And oh yeah, not forgetting the thunderous roar.
The same situation unfold on the way home from dinner but in between, the dinner was excellent! We had (lemmie recall), loh bak, seafood popiah, German Sausage, a pot pie, cheese cake and salad set, pizza and my bro had some weird looking ‘french’ food and we all had Apple juice with assam. Quite satisfying for a RM60 or so dinner. I’d highly recommend Northam beach for a really good dinner with first class seats by the beach overlooking the Butterworth Container Terminal and the straits between Penang Island and Province Wellesley. If you can look beyond the dirty beach right below where you are seated to the beautiful background setting further ahead, you might enjoy the experience. The breeze is cool and as it gets darker and the whole place is lit up with miniature xmas tree lights overhead it really turns out to be something like a mini fiesta or beach party like environment. I must say I really enjoyed myself there.
Happy Deepavali to all my hindu friends. Although I feel abit sad this year bcos nobody invited me to their house for makan, I still share in your festive joy the same way I share in every religious and cultural festival in our multicultural country! One of the things I enjoy the most is, every time there is a festival, I get a long long leave. He he he... Now tell me again, whats not nice about being in Malaysia? I'm having a ball here!
A day in the life of...
I used to think that only crazy people with too much time on their hands write in blogs all day but I find myself writing more and more entries after finding out the fact that people actually read the stuff I write, which makes it even more worthwhile. I made a new fan yesterday out of my blog! And I would really like to thank those who take the time to read through the stuff that comes pouring out of my brain. Haha…
Well my day began early yesterday, 8/11/2007. After a really good seafood dinner with a few of my colleagues and lots of coconut flower ‘wine’ mixed with Guinness stout to go around, I finally got a chance to go home and started packing my stuff to catch my 7am flight from the Low Cost Carrier Terminal in KL back to Penang. From all the exhaustion and too much booze, I retired to bed early at around 11:30pm. At 2am I awoke into a situation too awkward for my own comprehension. Rain water was dripping down to where I was sleeping from the window above. Now I did mention that I just moved into a new room where the window was too high for its own good and if it’s open, I have to go through some sort of grueling task just to close it. The windows are located close to the ceiling of the room and the walls are twice the height of the room. The room in its odd configuration reminds me of my aunt’s place many years ago where it was the same design, dubbed an air well, which they decided to make some sort of a double storey room out of.
So, with the rainwater quickly ‘flooding’ my bed, floor and the scarce furniture I have, I had to think of something fast, not easy a task for someone who had too much to drink and had only slept for the past 2 and a half hours. I moved the bed aside, pushed the computer table into its place, placed a plastic stool on top of the table, tied the vacuum cleaner rod to the broom, mop and dustpan rods together with masking tape frantically like a mad dude and climbed on top of the table + stool and tried to push the window lever to shut it. Out of the 3 windows I only managed 2, cos the last one I had the electrician push the air con ducting into so I didn’t have to answer to the landlord about all the holes I drilled into his lovely house. However I managed to close it halfway so that the next time it rained, I don’t have to put up with a flooded room!
After that little incident, I made a mental note to myself to be more cautious in choosing a place to rent the next time around. I mean, every rental lodgings has its own disadvantages doesn’t it? Its just up to you to use your better judgment to analyze whether you want to put up with such things or not. In the long run I reckon it’s all about what you want out of the experience you are going through or decide to put yourself through. As for me, the reason why I chose this place is because it’s convenient. Located near 2 lrt stations, food stalls within a walking distance, 2 hypermarkets literally next to where I stay, bus service literally at my doorstep to every major shopping centre within a 50km radius of me and convenient access in and out of the house. I dread staying in apartments or condominiums, although it’s fun to have all the facilities included and also a view to complement if you are living in a high rise somewhere in a higher altitude. With a house, I simply park my car outside and within 2-3 seconds I have already made my way from my bedroom to it.
But the biggest convenience which I derive out of it is the fact that it’s nearer to where my new office is going to be located in KL.
Ok, back to my story. After the little incident at 2am, I was left too hyperactive to go back to sleep, so I popped a vcd into the player and watched a bit, went out and fixed the broken window at the rear part of the house, took a bath and got ready to leave for the airport. I left the house at 4.30am, it was still raining quite heavily then and all dark. Arrived at Desmond’s house at around 5am, picked him up and left for the airport.
At the airport there were so many people, I’d only imagine a scene out of a Schindler’s list movie or the likes of it. There were people everywhere and the check-in counters at the terminal were jammed pack with people as if every single person was trying to leave KL in a hurry. There were flights scheduled to every single destination where Air Asia flew to that morning. I managed to check in rather fast after standing in line for around 15 mins.
After the check-in counter queue, I proceeded to the MacDonald's queue, which was more irritating cos the space to queue was smaller and every single table was taken up with rubbish not cleared. Feeling quite annoyed, I went outside for a smoke deciding whether I should continue standing in line or go on board with a stomach growling so badly that the cabin crew might think I brought a dog on board.
Just when I was about to light up I heard a familiar voice. It was Susan. “What da heck r u doing at the airport at 6am in the morning?”, she said she was here to drop her brother and his wife off for their trip to Kota Kinabalu. Great! I got a ciggy partner as well as someone to accompany me for breakfast. She said, “Hey I saw your boss just now” “Oh Really? Here? At the airport as well?” hm… I wonder where she’s off to. Anyway, after we had our Sausage MacMuffin and Big Breakfast together with her bro and his wife, I headed to the gate where my plane was already boarding. Everyone was already up in the plane where me and a handful of passengers were still queuing up at the gate waiting to go walk the runway to the plane. From all the exhaustion, once I took my seat in the plane and put on my seat belt, I dozed off till the chief steward announced on the PA that we had landed safely at Penang International Airport. Dad was already waiting in the arrival hall for me and it felt so relaxed to finally come home, even for only 4 days.
Ok, I guess I have written too much this time around. The sadness of not being able to celebrate Deepavali at anyone’s house this year really gets to me. But it’s all good I guess. In place of that, I get to be closer to my family and spend more time with them. Something I really cherish.
Well my day began early yesterday, 8/11/2007. After a really good seafood dinner with a few of my colleagues and lots of coconut flower ‘wine’ mixed with Guinness stout to go around, I finally got a chance to go home and started packing my stuff to catch my 7am flight from the Low Cost Carrier Terminal in KL back to Penang. From all the exhaustion and too much booze, I retired to bed early at around 11:30pm. At 2am I awoke into a situation too awkward for my own comprehension. Rain water was dripping down to where I was sleeping from the window above. Now I did mention that I just moved into a new room where the window was too high for its own good and if it’s open, I have to go through some sort of grueling task just to close it. The windows are located close to the ceiling of the room and the walls are twice the height of the room. The room in its odd configuration reminds me of my aunt’s place many years ago where it was the same design, dubbed an air well, which they decided to make some sort of a double storey room out of.
So, with the rainwater quickly ‘flooding’ my bed, floor and the scarce furniture I have, I had to think of something fast, not easy a task for someone who had too much to drink and had only slept for the past 2 and a half hours. I moved the bed aside, pushed the computer table into its place, placed a plastic stool on top of the table, tied the vacuum cleaner rod to the broom, mop and dustpan rods together with masking tape frantically like a mad dude and climbed on top of the table + stool and tried to push the window lever to shut it. Out of the 3 windows I only managed 2, cos the last one I had the electrician push the air con ducting into so I didn’t have to answer to the landlord about all the holes I drilled into his lovely house. However I managed to close it halfway so that the next time it rained, I don’t have to put up with a flooded room!
After that little incident, I made a mental note to myself to be more cautious in choosing a place to rent the next time around. I mean, every rental lodgings has its own disadvantages doesn’t it? Its just up to you to use your better judgment to analyze whether you want to put up with such things or not. In the long run I reckon it’s all about what you want out of the experience you are going through or decide to put yourself through. As for me, the reason why I chose this place is because it’s convenient. Located near 2 lrt stations, food stalls within a walking distance, 2 hypermarkets literally next to where I stay, bus service literally at my doorstep to every major shopping centre within a 50km radius of me and convenient access in and out of the house. I dread staying in apartments or condominiums, although it’s fun to have all the facilities included and also a view to complement if you are living in a high rise somewhere in a higher altitude. With a house, I simply park my car outside and within 2-3 seconds I have already made my way from my bedroom to it.
But the biggest convenience which I derive out of it is the fact that it’s nearer to where my new office is going to be located in KL.
Ok, back to my story. After the little incident at 2am, I was left too hyperactive to go back to sleep, so I popped a vcd into the player and watched a bit, went out and fixed the broken window at the rear part of the house, took a bath and got ready to leave for the airport. I left the house at 4.30am, it was still raining quite heavily then and all dark. Arrived at Desmond’s house at around 5am, picked him up and left for the airport.
At the airport there were so many people, I’d only imagine a scene out of a Schindler’s list movie or the likes of it. There were people everywhere and the check-in counters at the terminal were jammed pack with people as if every single person was trying to leave KL in a hurry. There were flights scheduled to every single destination where Air Asia flew to that morning. I managed to check in rather fast after standing in line for around 15 mins.
After the check-in counter queue, I proceeded to the MacDonald's queue, which was more irritating cos the space to queue was smaller and every single table was taken up with rubbish not cleared. Feeling quite annoyed, I went outside for a smoke deciding whether I should continue standing in line or go on board with a stomach growling so badly that the cabin crew might think I brought a dog on board.
Just when I was about to light up I heard a familiar voice. It was Susan. “What da heck r u doing at the airport at 6am in the morning?”, she said she was here to drop her brother and his wife off for their trip to Kota Kinabalu. Great! I got a ciggy partner as well as someone to accompany me for breakfast. She said, “Hey I saw your boss just now” “Oh Really? Here? At the airport as well?” hm… I wonder where she’s off to. Anyway, after we had our Sausage MacMuffin and Big Breakfast together with her bro and his wife, I headed to the gate where my plane was already boarding. Everyone was already up in the plane where me and a handful of passengers were still queuing up at the gate waiting to go walk the runway to the plane. From all the exhaustion, once I took my seat in the plane and put on my seat belt, I dozed off till the chief steward announced on the PA that we had landed safely at Penang International Airport. Dad was already waiting in the arrival hall for me and it felt so relaxed to finally come home, even for only 4 days.
Ok, I guess I have written too much this time around. The sadness of not being able to celebrate Deepavali at anyone’s house this year really gets to me. But it’s all good I guess. In place of that, I get to be closer to my family and spend more time with them. Something I really cherish.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Welcome to a world of convenience!
Its 1:20 am in the morning and I'm lying on my best, it's my 2nd night in my new place at Seri Petaling and although I'm tired as heck, I still couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because I have been moving house for the last 3 days non stop everyday or because the air-con guy hasn't come and installed my air-con yet. With the ceiling fan at top speed and another standing fan also at top speed, i'm sweating like a piggy here. Now I'm starting to regret buying the comforter set.
But with Radja's Jujur blaring out of the television speakers and me getting to punch in some words into my fav blog site, I guess all that hard work is all worth it.
Moving from a place where I have came to enjoy living in, it was kind of ackward at first, especially the first night. I couldn't sleep at all. Maybe it's the latex smell of the new mattress, or the bad experience having to sleep on the mattress on the floor, I dunno. But the nice thing is getting up in the morning and being able to take my time driving to work. Guess what? It used to take 30 mins to get from my place to the LRT station where we have to gather to board the company's bus kilang. Now it only takes 5 mins. Hows that for near (and convenient?)
With food stores nearby and 2 hypermarts within walking distance, I begin to ask myself... why didn't I think of this earlier? Maybe after all that searching high and low for a place to stay, this could be the most right choice I have ever made. So far so good, cos I haven't regretted my decision yet.
Besides the exuberance about how convenient this location is, I also rejoice in the fact that, finally there are people to come home and talk with. How nice. But all is not rainbows and butterflies here tho. Parking is a nightmare. With a 66 feet wide road, people seem to be parking everywhere! omigosh! I had to park my car at the end of the road. This place is a cul-de-sac (or deadend for the not so language savvy) BUt at least its ok lah, since it's 66 feet wide, people get to go to the end and make a u-turn back to go out. Its only sometimes some moron will double park their vehicle till its unpassable. Luckily none of that occured when I was driving the 4x4 pickup truck earlier, if not.. hmm.. wonder how an urban demolition derby would look like. (lol)
Anyhow, hope its all good. The air-con guy promised to come at 7am sharp tomorrow. Hope he comes, give me a good solution to my aircon problems and help give me better sleep in a colder climate. its starting to feel like the african sahara at this weather.
My eyes are getting smaller and I'm starting to yawn like a cow. I think i'll stop here for now and maybe continue tomorrow or so. This entry is so shot, so unlike me, but I promise, I would definitely write more soon. Ciao amigos!
But with Radja's Jujur blaring out of the television speakers and me getting to punch in some words into my fav blog site, I guess all that hard work is all worth it.
Moving from a place where I have came to enjoy living in, it was kind of ackward at first, especially the first night. I couldn't sleep at all. Maybe it's the latex smell of the new mattress, or the bad experience having to sleep on the mattress on the floor, I dunno. But the nice thing is getting up in the morning and being able to take my time driving to work. Guess what? It used to take 30 mins to get from my place to the LRT station where we have to gather to board the company's bus kilang. Now it only takes 5 mins. Hows that for near (and convenient?)
With food stores nearby and 2 hypermarts within walking distance, I begin to ask myself... why didn't I think of this earlier? Maybe after all that searching high and low for a place to stay, this could be the most right choice I have ever made. So far so good, cos I haven't regretted my decision yet.
Besides the exuberance about how convenient this location is, I also rejoice in the fact that, finally there are people to come home and talk with. How nice. But all is not rainbows and butterflies here tho. Parking is a nightmare. With a 66 feet wide road, people seem to be parking everywhere! omigosh! I had to park my car at the end of the road. This place is a cul-de-sac (or deadend for the not so language savvy) BUt at least its ok lah, since it's 66 feet wide, people get to go to the end and make a u-turn back to go out. Its only sometimes some moron will double park their vehicle till its unpassable. Luckily none of that occured when I was driving the 4x4 pickup truck earlier, if not.. hmm.. wonder how an urban demolition derby would look like. (lol)
Anyhow, hope its all good. The air-con guy promised to come at 7am sharp tomorrow. Hope he comes, give me a good solution to my aircon problems and help give me better sleep in a colder climate. its starting to feel like the african sahara at this weather.
My eyes are getting smaller and I'm starting to yawn like a cow. I think i'll stop here for now and maybe continue tomorrow or so. This entry is so shot, so unlike me, but I promise, I would definitely write more soon. Ciao amigos!
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