Act of squeezing balls

I have not been blogging frequently and it seems a lot of my “kaki” is also not blogging much either. Maybe the fad is slowly diminishing. As for me it could be that my brain is not functioning as well as I wants to. It could be my nasal passage is still blocked hence not much oxygen went up to my brain hence not much words can be spilled out. The ENT specialist has advised me to go for a minor surgery. I am still flipping the coin; most likely I will seek a 2nd opinion from another ENT.

A female ex-colleague of mine whom I have known for 17 years call me up the other day, she was surprised that I am sitting in my house at 7 pm. I told her I reached my house more than half an hour ago as I will normally leave my office sharp at 5:30 pm. She was a bit surprised as she is still on her way back driving on the road. I guess she still think that I will still follow my old habits of slogging it out in the office way past the usual time.

Sometimes is difficult to let go or change certain characteristic of ourselves. I used to be quite critical on doing every job to a certain degree of quality. I am not Mr Perfect but I would try to ensure all things coming out from me are in certain quality. Even there are times like during some rare moments when I am doing household chores like washing dish; I would ensure that it will be sparkling clean. Even when I am doing a DIY on a cabinet I will screw and screw until it’s real tight. Maybe is some kind of mental sickness symptoms, hahaha.

I no longer have the physical endurance like I used, I am changing the way I work. Some say work smart but in my area of work I do not think there is such thing as work smart. We are governed by tight datelines, just like a jinjang fellow wearing a tight pair of jeans, squeezing and splitting his beloved tentacles to their sides, one on the left and the other on the right. The pair of jeans is the management. The salesgirls that sold it, is the marketing department, promising the skies to seal the deals. The tentacles are like us, splitting ourselves into 2. One is the family, the other is our career. The jinjang fellow is us laughing on the outside by uncomfortable in the inside...

A photo of my wife nephew. My wife say his hair looks like mine.......