Are You Dare To Move?

Got one suspense call this evening. Headhunter kau!.. Got my CV from JStreet. But the position offered was sales engineer.. oh my!... the only position which I'm at my best to avoid. Sales. Maybe different people have different opinion on this. But to me, Sales is the toughest position in any career field. Yes, of course engineer or analyst, or doctor sound very glamorous & promising. But always have a spring salute to those who can survive in this position. Sales is all about skills, and this skills considered a natural one. You born with it (Sounds like Maybelline tagline, isn't it?). The only sales experience I ever had was during my time with Morac, as an Event Coordinator, and few years of shallow experience during negotiation for the bids (in terms of 'getting the project', not selling products). I did worked for one company in Setiawangsa (for the same position), but only lasted for 1 month. Totally white flagged. Just can't do it.

So to all Sales people out there, you're the man....

The Doctor Fell

Alahai.. Rossi 'kissed' a corner in today's very first race of MotoGP at Jerez circuit. Reason? Toni Elias bumped onto him. What a pity.. still have 2 weeks to go for another splendid performance ;)

An excerpt from a newspaper:

Spain's Toni Elias has apologised to Valentino Rossi for a first corner incident that saw the five-time champion crash out of the Spanish Grand Prix on Sunday. Elias went on to finish fourth while Rossi managed to save two points in 14th despite a broken foot peg and brake lever.

"We knew this was going to be a difficult race but maybe not so difficult!" Rossi said after chatter problems left him ninth on the grid. "I saw Toni come up on the inside and he hit me; this is racing and these things happen. I have known Toni for many years and he is a good rider.

"He apologised to me after the race so I told him not to worry - only to remember to brake next time and if it is too late then to hit another bike instead of me!" he added.

Elias was clearly upset by the incident after he was seen to beg for mercy from Rossi immediately after the race. Rossi gave a shrug of the shoulders before giving the young Spaniard a tap on the back and riding back to his Yamaha garage.

"I feel sorry for Valentino, but it was a really close start and we all reached the end of the straight bunched together," Elias said. "I was right next to Shinya Nakano and when I tried to avoid him I clipped Valentino. I went to apologise to him after the race although these things do happen in racing." - Excerpt from Eurosport

Rossi. White Flag. Half Pole.

Oh, my sweet, handsome kitty-cat. Rossi, named after his dad's favorite rider Valentino Rossi, with 'Bengal Tiger' spots on white fur. Rossi, whom I watched being born at Ajai's. Rossi, with his inconceivably soft fur and his neurotic habits, Rossi, who'd sleep by the TV in our family room.
March 26, 2006. Me and B were sitting about the living room. Got called from Angel Clinic. Rossi is dead.. alone in his ward cage last night.

Suddenly I felt the whole world fell on me. No more tears running since i've prepared for any consequences.. It's all my fault!. Not to send him earlier to vet, even thou i noticed the changes already. He got holes on his stomach, and i didn't see it!. No idea where is it came from.. It's already infected. Just sent him last Thursday.

The doctor diagnosed him, and he told me that he will do whatever he can to save him.. even tho it looks quite difficult. Rossi really fight for his life, and after 3 days, his liver starts to fail. A sign of Jaundicme appears in his eyes. SO the doctor called me to just be prepared....
I started bawling. I was screaming, I kept failing to believe that my cat had been so abruptly removed from my life.

Somehow his death affected me as drastically. He was not "just a cat". He was a family member, a part of my everyday life. Soon after I'd go to bed, he'd walk in circles around my bed, and I'd pet him as I read my book. There was always a pile of his white fur around the space, one that remained there for a month despite frantic vacuuming.

I have since accepted his death, but I often have trouble understanding it. Slowly, I'm learning the transitory and ephemeral nature of life, realizing the passage of time. Things come, things go. Time is the human experience, and yet we keep trying, desperately grasping, to hold on to the past. Meanwhile, I still dream about Rossi sometimes, alive, wandering my house.

And you know what's the most thing I regret right now?.. Not to have his picture even one.... Waaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!