Have you ever read Motor Trader? Wouldn't it be great to have a magazine called Man Trader, too? Conde Nast or Karangkraf should have a look into this niche. With more and more single girls having trouble looking for partners, I think the market would be great.
My (newly-single-and-looking-again) friend, FF and I had a brainstorm on how we can categorise the men: Location, Age (not a good idea...), Income (worse than Age), Height (will cause discrimination towards the stature-challenged) or Zodiac (sounds good). Each advertisement will have the picture of the man and will state his job, age, marital status, location and interests.
Maybe FF and I can be the founders of this magazine. We will surely beat Cleo and Eh! in sales heehee....
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
A story for working children
This is a story for children (not the young-and-small-person sort of children, but the son/daughter kind).
I regularly go to the hospital every Mondays to Wednesdays to provide audiological services. Because it is a goverment hospital, I see people from all walks of life with all sorts of behaviour and manner. Many are very humble, others can be proud and arrogant.
But yesterday I encountered a humbling experience. A pakcik came to the clinic for hearing aid counselling and advice. He gladly agreed to be fitted with a new hearing aid as the one he has now is already 10 years old. While taking the impression of his ear, we talked about mundane things; my hometown, how long have I been living and working in Kuantan, etc.. Then came an unusual question:
"Mak awak ada lagi ke? (Is your mother still alive?)" he asked.
I said yes.
"Bagi duit kat mak tak? (Do you give money to her?)"
I said yes.
And then he launched a lecture: Don't ever forget to give money (ie. a part of your salary) to your mother every month. Never mind the dad (sorry to all dads out there), he can fend for himself. But don't ever forget your mom, she raised you; it doesn't matter if it's only RM5, just that she knows that you remember her. Before you put food into your mouth (that was the exact translation of his words), give her some money. If not, you will not feel comfortable sleeping at night. It's for her berkat...
I laughed.
Don't laugh, this is serious, he said. I kept on laughing, even though tears started to well in my eyes.
Remember that, he said.
Before he went, he apologised if what he said hurt my feelings. I said it was okay, what he said is true.
And I only had bread for lunch - I lost my appetite as I have yet given my mom anything this month....
I regularly go to the hospital every Mondays to Wednesdays to provide audiological services. Because it is a goverment hospital, I see people from all walks of life with all sorts of behaviour and manner. Many are very humble, others can be proud and arrogant.
But yesterday I encountered a humbling experience. A pakcik came to the clinic for hearing aid counselling and advice. He gladly agreed to be fitted with a new hearing aid as the one he has now is already 10 years old. While taking the impression of his ear, we talked about mundane things; my hometown, how long have I been living and working in Kuantan, etc.. Then came an unusual question:
"Mak awak ada lagi ke? (Is your mother still alive?)" he asked.
I said yes.
"Bagi duit kat mak tak? (Do you give money to her?)"
I said yes.
And then he launched a lecture: Don't ever forget to give money (ie. a part of your salary) to your mother every month. Never mind the dad (sorry to all dads out there), he can fend for himself. But don't ever forget your mom, she raised you; it doesn't matter if it's only RM5, just that she knows that you remember her. Before you put food into your mouth (that was the exact translation of his words), give her some money. If not, you will not feel comfortable sleeping at night. It's for her berkat...
I laughed.
Don't laugh, this is serious, he said. I kept on laughing, even though tears started to well in my eyes.
Remember that, he said.
Before he went, he apologised if what he said hurt my feelings. I said it was okay, what he said is true.
And I only had bread for lunch - I lost my appetite as I have yet given my mom anything this month....
Saturday, March 05, 2005
KL, here I come!
Am going back to KL this evening, after work. YAY! I hope today will be a good day for driving long-distance. Rain, rain, go away; come again some other day....
I have been up to here (cue: nose) doing Kulliyyah- and department- related work. There's the never-ending development work - we were granted a complex of buildings not originally designed for us, so we had to 'modify' them to our specifications; and there's the am-I-doing-this-right? course outline.
And I should hand in the course outline by this afternoon, so gtg and finish my work! See ya!
I have been up to here (cue: nose) doing Kulliyyah- and department- related work. There's the never-ending development work - we were granted a complex of buildings not originally designed for us, so we had to 'modify' them to our specifications; and there's the am-I-doing-this-right? course outline.
And I should hand in the course outline by this afternoon, so gtg and finish my work! See ya!
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