Meetings since morning.
One at 10am, another at 1.30pm. This is another one at 3.30pm.
Funny thing was, I had to cart along my dirty laundry with me.
Wanted to send it to a shop in Bangsar, but they charge per piece, and it's fucking expensive.
I don't mind giving extra for good service, but never to extortionists.
Contortionists, definitely. Extortionists, no.
So here I am, at the pretiguous Parkroyal KLix Lounge, drinking a pint, in my flip flops with my backpack and a huge, indiscreet white laundry bag on a seat next to mine.
I am running things as if an asteroid is about to hit tomorrow and I need to settle everything today. Today!
Man.
The world may not be in step with me. You have to catch the rhythm, man.
I do know that if I were to release all restraints and work and push everything to my tempo, not many can keep up.
Even I may not be able to keep up with myself.
Imagine if I have two million ringgit.
With no worries about money, I can go even faster, breaking work barriers.
Man, I wish I have more than two million ringgits.
