Trouble with Numbers
Quite a bit of people fumble with numbers these days – literally. And generally, of course.
From the nearby hawker centre.. “operators” who complained recently after the price increase of some crucial ingredients for that Mee Kia signature dish (or was that stir-fried Mee Ta Bak – like the one I had in Changi quite a while ago during yet another chalet?) and had to raise prices by sticking pieces of folded A4 Foolscap paper over their current prices…
..to yet another podcast in which our local figurehead – Brown is current owning at – regarding numbers, inside figures of our governmentation voting system, of course. Figure manipulation. *cough*
Then again, my younger brother did bad enough for his Primary 6 assesment, and I suppose that takes the problem “home” (as some prefer to call it), the problem with numbers. (Oh, wait, now I can put that Online Tutor Matching concept I’m currently developing for an aspiring local entreprenuer to good use for….. nevermind. Tutors cost money. Money = numbers. Numbers = Trouble)
The silly light-heartedness statements aside – I’ve finally got the time, and the motivation, to start writing again. At least the extended deadlines for two projects does help.
A note of advice to other freelance whatever-you-do out there – Don’t kapoh more projects, contracts, or probably offer more services then you can juggle, or else you’ll end up with dual Branded Bags on your eyes – my left eye has Prada, and my right eye has Gucci – both black colour, and both bags.. eyebags, actually – but then they’re branded one hor..
Yes, yes. Kelvin doesn’t start a new apparent theme for no reason, obviously, he either made something real big, or screwed up much enough to start one. Tonight, fortunately, or not (depends on which perspective you’re looking at it from – readers get a story, I get quite abit of things to clear up) – you’re looking at the latter.
Long story short. Short in my opinion at least:
Yet another dinner with my Lafina’s family ended off, with the car dropping me somewhere along a train station in the West (or was that East? My North-south-east-wests abit screwed up one.) together with another of their family acquaintance, persumably her sisters’ best friend (gals best friends are usually gals right? and guys best friends are guys right? – correct me please).
Small talk was made, of course, at that point of time – and of course, introductory topics such as school, and how we both became acquainted to Lafina’s family, came into discussion. Here, the ever-so-blur yet thinking-really-farrrr-tooo-ahead Kelvin messed up (can I put the blame on…. okay, this time it’s really me.) by trying to second-guess situations, and people, again.
At this point of time, I must admit that usually I’m quite a good guesser, for things such as favourite sundae ice-cream flavours – vanilla, chocolate, etc. (because McDonalds only sell several flavours. Duh.) but at some extent of tonight, I was very wrong. Actually, a very large extent….
For those of you who know me long enough, to actually keep coming back each day, even if there wasn’t any updates for over a month (and yes – thank you for coming back), you’d probably know that I literally live and *breathe* on connections, knowing people, and pulling both ends together to work something out – business, ideas, production of, say, anything, and the works.
You get the picture. – I pull strings, loads of them, everywhere I go.
As much as this sounds very, direct – that’s how the world goes, when you need help from others, just in case something crops up in the near future, its always those you talked to (even if its just once) who’s going to help you out. Especially them. Your “friends” never seem to be there in this kind of situations, really.
…Going back to how I screwed up tonight, I would suppose applying the “friend-could-help-in-future” theorem on one’s girlfriend’s sister’s best-friend, doesn’t work. As a matter of fact, it backfired horribly, and hit me right in the face. Jialat – there goes my credibility.. and if you must know, the question was, “If you’re not coming along next time [as a group], how could I approach you for help [if Lafina's elder sister got angry at certain things]?”
Somehow, after abit of thought, I realised the question can possibly hold double meanings. But what the hell, I’m not gifted at articulation.
Anyways, answer came in the form of….. NUMBERS! ..and its that which sparked the significance of a very, very, lengthy night, and following day.
(Obviously somewhere along the line, the message got distorted, and the words “interested” got added into it, and “ask for number” became the revolving theme – but I guess my phrasing had a part? Someone.. ANYONE!: read an analyze for me leh.).
Doubt got pulled into the picture, and as usual, Kelvin gets pissed and says things to make it worst, without second-guessing other’s feelings this time (A.K.A words spewed from one when he’s angry, stupid ones. – eh, I told you I wasn’t articulate, I suck do badly at presentations)
Hence the Long Night of Clarification begins, for me, at least. (hmm. sounds like the Long March of China). Numbers. Pfffft. Never rely on them. Words are safer.
LA LA LA LA LA..
Ehhhh, wish me luck, I really need that now. Thanks, I promise I wouldn’t play cards with the luck, really. NO, REALLY!
PS: Oh, and yes – I bought what I endorsed in the IT Show hor. A bargain from the Courts booth for a 42-inch LCD TV, and a 19-inch sleek black LCD monitor, both with LG‘s branding stamped over it. *Cough* @#$*!@#@!!, how many others who endorse actually made purchases.
PSS: Lafina dar, if you’re reading this, I’m terribly sorry for beating around 3 bushes, and back, followed by insurgent-like bursts of anger in the form of text. =X
