“Majority of women in Malaysia and around Asia are either divorced or not married due to the fact that men from this continent are not really men. They are either cheaters or irresponsible pricks who don’t have respect for their women. A lot of them are relying on the women, so it is of no surprise that you are divorced and still single.”
A strong statement to be making, the kind of brutal truth that most of the time are left unsaid in this society. But he said it. It was like watching my own thoughts being put together in a different way, a new angle; a fresh take on an all-too-familiar perspective.
When I start talking to someone new, I wait for a line contrary to the rest. With this one, it was his perspective on the quality of the local men that got me intrigued. He has a good sense of observation and is not afraid to share it. An aspiring entrepreneur, who wants to be his own boss. At 24, he is way ahead of me.
I have a week to form a team to deliver an international awards event. This event is my coming-out party, in establishing myself and my brand. I think I came a little when I twisted the dagger that contained the sands of time. I could not shut it down, my mind continued to spark as I burnt the midnight oil with the visionary hat on. Flashes of the future contained specific people. The publicity will be major, great exposure for everyone!
Note to self: I need to update my wardrobe.
We will be throwing an awards party for 250 international media representatives and hosting them for a week in December. His timing is utter perfection because I definitely could use a team of muses to pull this one off.
When you aspire towards something, the universe will conspire to move you towards it; bring certain people into your life and weed some out.
I wonder why have I been given a string of Egyptians lately. And a whole lot of Indians and Africans. Never had an African but my pet brother, Joe, he is like the brother I never had. One of the nicest guys I know, a linguist. He speaks multiple languages like most Europeans do. His life revolves around three beautiful women, his wife and two daughters. Joe, my worldly Nigerian brother, is benchmark #3.
Creative note: Arrange for an island photo shoot with my African talents after the July press conference.
As for the Indians, I simply do not agree with the diet. Consistently high carb intake with no greens and fruits, spells disaster for the physique in the long run.
Check: Will only do an Indian if he has a British accent and a hard bod. 😉
No dreams for me tonight. The haze and the heat was an excellent recipe for a migraine. I wish I am sailing on the Nile but I guess that can wait til the weekend. I am opening my door to an *Egyptian-Italian, Arizona-bred mutant prince so that he can demonstrate the meaning of respecting my fellow Eve.
*A mutant analogy is way sexier than the rojak analogy, don’t you agree?
Selamat malam, Kuala Lumpur [Good night, Kuala Lumpur].