Phlegmatic Days

These days, the vision's clear but appeared out of focus. Voices seemed shielded, spoken from behind some fabric. Muffled. It's even harder to try to process mood of the whole affair.

How nice if we'd just agree to everything: life's principles, finances, decisions. Yes, you and I. Our thoughts effortlessly meld. We nod in a split seconds. Kiss and promenade in the dreamy rays. When hunger sets in, we take a bite out of each other. The thigh today. The arms tomorrow. Careful, it's a little tough there. The ribs the day after. Yes love. The world's ours.

Oops! Too much Walking Dead I reckon. And it's not even possible that two people are the same. Guess everyone's gotta work hard where the heart matters.
           

A Hand Job on February 14

What better way to spend February 14 than to accomplish something some at my favourite spot: the coffee table. Some preferred the dinner table, work table, and even the countertop (I suppose people get easier access to necessary stuff like whipped cream or napkins).

Cream: for dessert, that is (FantasyStock on dA)

I intended to stay dry so I made sure to work calmly. As the forgotten-who-said-it saying goes, "It's all in the wrist". I have two hands so it's half the time needed. Theoretically.

It took almost half the day before everyone's satisfied and go for a shower. Sweetness! I could remember the last moment before it was over. It was preceded by a sustained increase in heart rate and the anticipatory tremor. Getting there.

And then, that gush of happiness.

A diligent and dexterous digits are the only requirement. The thumb and pinky gently pushes left and right whilst the heel of the palm functions as a support, at times doubling as a weight. The index, middle, and ring finger work their magic in all directions. The index finger teases and twirls; sometimes vigorously, sometimes cautiously. The eyes darting purposefully. Hand-eye coordination, remember?

The other hand looks for and presses at the correct spot.

What next? Clean up. And reevaluate to see if things could be bettered. After this, I have to use my tongue and my lips but that's for another time. But for now, I'm going to rest and bring respite to my tired being. Accomplishing my goals on the coffee table appears to be my raison d'être lately.

The M115 for the right hand and the keyboard for both.

         

Asians in the States

*speaking [inaudibly] in the American accent*

Not sure why YouTube stopped sending digests on Jubilee Project. Be The Change is a timely reminder. And an important one too considering how much focus one puts on a single thing when there are many more things that matter.

So yeah, Be The Change. If I could just italiciZe the word "the".

Be The Change.

Enjoy.

*wipes saliva from lips*

     
         

United Federation of Crows

They come in different forms and traits, and they usually stand in the way between point A and B; B being an objective of A.

Many are made to believe that this group people facilitates the process of getting from A to B but the truth is, they slow things down. Worse, there are times when they only function to be a barricade. You know, that one made of razor wires?

atsoram at sxc.hu

Yes, I've tried to be like a roach. Changing myself to adapt but there's nothing much I could do when there's a minefield to the left and a scarp to the right.

天下乌鸦一样黑

And yes, I understand some 谚语 but in their hànyǔ pīnyīn form. So you Chinese-ed fellas out there who love giving names like "banana" can just keep it to yourselves.

*growling*

February Already

Damn. A month's gone. Just like that. But I can be proud of myself and the effort I put into my work.

"A little more..."

"Just a bit more." I keep telling myself.

Meanwhile, reading materials unrelated to work keep on increasing but I'm enjoying it! So much knowledge, but so little time and so weak the extraocular muscles. I've grown interested in a topic which concerns us all; yet, seeing where I live right now, I'm not supposed to discuss it openly. Rest assured, I'm not homosexual. Not a closet one too.

It's on one of these "data mining" journey on the web that I learn about Jon Gomm. And his performance of Passionflower – discovered in the unlikeliest of websites – has become my favourite YouTube vid of 2012 yet!

Here you go. Passionflower by Jon Gomm

    

What the Fff--? TOL?!

TOL as in temporary operating licence for Lynas. You know, the Australian company that really admires Malaysia so much that they're willing to come all the way here; bringing along their glow-in-the-dark playthings.

Earlier in the day I read about a chemical firm bailing out on Lynas [1]. The issues follow and earlier report from the New York Times last year [2]. Later on just before time to turn in, news of the issuance of the TOL broke [3]. Damn!

Why Malaysia?

According to them,

• Gebeng is a well established and well designated industrial park with access to good port facilities, high grade chemicals, a well educated and skilled workforce. 
• Gebeng also has reliable power and utility supplies and very good infrastructure. 
• Finally Malaysia was chosen because the investment climate here in Malaysia is favorable and competitive.

Well, I'm flattered. Malaysians are (at least those in support of the plant). There are plenty of skilled workers here with a pool off 700 000 to tap from around Gebeng. Who cares if they glow later or mysteriously die off? As for reliable power, we're known to be very efficient wherein problems (big or huge) are solved with a few phone calls and some tugging (at what, I don't know). Lastly, with a 12-year tax exemption, how can the climate not be favourable? Heck, even the environment is ready for some devastation! You feel me?!

Whilst it's true I could never feel exactly like the folks over in Kuantan, but anyone would (I would!) be angered by the illogicality of all these upshots! I am!

1. Key contractor pulled out of Lynas plant due to safety concerns, says NYT
2. The Fear of a Toxic Rerun
3. Lynas gets temporary licence to start Kuantan plant

Argh!!!