People who love what they do get a lousy deal. It’s not fair and it’s not right. We have enough people who hate their jobs, why pick on those who love theirs? I tell you, Barbra Streisand got it wrong when she sang, “People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.”
No way. [...]
It’s been 2 months since I last blogged. With this entry, I can now declare that:
No, I’m not dead.
No, I didn’t disappear to have a kid out of wedlock.
No, I didn’t lose the use of my fingers.
I wish I could say that the reason why I haven’t been writing is cos I’d run off [...]
… continued from previous Tokyo: Disneyland (Day 1/5)
Okay, today is the day we “work” … that is, if you call attending a forum in an exotic faraway land work. To me, real work is like, you know, tapping the rubber tree, mining the coal or listening to Peter Andre’s comeback album. So obviously, today’s event [...]
Yes, that’s right. I’ve been busy. No wait. That’s an understatement. My calendar looks like the aftermath of a Stabilo highlighter bloodbath. I’m practically using the photographer’s studio as my personal office (I should reimburse him for using his phone so much – urk). I have half a dozen people climbing all over my head [...]
Being a workaholic has its advantages.
Always appearing to be busy, you are therefore seen as contributing greatly to something (even if it’s contributing in some way to the aesthetic value of dog food packaging). You have the luxury of burying your soul, the very essence of your being, under loads and loads of … that’s [...]
