Tuesday, 28 July 2009

I wanted it to be a little uplifting, but..

Came to office a little off of time today and received a text message from boss (the one who's on holiday in Malaysia) for something-something. Performed that task and went through some blogs.

Checked my weight on the know-it-all scale at home. I'm 24kg fat, 50+kg muscle and what nots else. My weight is on a yo-yo. After meals it'd be about 84, without meals 80-81. I don't know that weights can go up and down just like that. And with that much margin. My metabolic rate is still 2 which is no different although I force myself to move more. My guess is, this is the indicator that actually tells how healthy a person is. This would also answer statements like, ".. but he was so healthy, participating in sports," and what nots. My body is 41 years old according to the scale.

Yes, the scale's accurate to say the least. I do feel THAT old. Now that I think of it, 41 is not really that far away since I've just turned 33. 7 years ago, 41 is like NOOO!!! hahaha.. My sister's body age is 15. Heh.

Munching chicken sandwich while waiting for that single message from boss asking to meet him gives me the chance to blog. Add the factor of no emails the night before for me to action, it's rather relaxing. Not too relaxing since there's a pile of papers on my left waiting for their time of day. I can't work with interruption because it would upset my mental cabinet and I wait for the moment of expected peace.

Which shouldn't be too far away considering that the season is almost over and bookings are not as forthcoming as we would like to expect. We're quite badly hit. Although Malaysia shows growth, Australia is experiencing a 75% drop from last year's revenue. Which brings me to a question boss asked me last night,

"How would you take to the idea of doing a different job, - with Lawand of course! - in a different country,"

then followed with more under the surface descriptions and ideas.

Jeddah. Sales. Promoting Malaysia by a Malaysian. By far Saudi is the hottest market for tourism in the Middle East. We have an office in Riyadh but not in Jeddah. The idea is still ding-donging - pinball style - in my head. I'd love to. It's a great opportunity to venture into sales as I believe I have the knack for it although I've never done sales for a living before.

But I'm a jack of all trades, am I not? Ho, read it properly, JACK. Of all trades. You funny people better not start reading it as JACK OF. All trades.. :P Kalau tak paham tak apalah.

And Jeddah? Been there for two months and the best I can say about that place is that it's very quiet regardless of the time of the day. It's HOT with hardly any life to live. Forget about hoo-haa-ing. On the other side, it's limitations might be good for me to return to my roots and restart my living. If you've read a few postings prior to this you'd realise that I've been feeling dead for quite a while now although breathing and still living.

Mayat hidup. The western term would be zombie but zombie is as good to describe 'mayat hidup' as envy would be to describe 'dengki'.

I don't know if I can make it through. Wait. I know I'll make it through when I have to. I'm not the quitter.

Although the 'making it through' might also include lots of mental suffering and physical abuse as well.

Another dead posting. Sigh..

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