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an economist in a plutocracy world

I am so hungry. I ate my meals, twice already. Plenty of snacks I have taken. I need to bite something... Someone... Homeworks are just too much... I understand the questions but dont have the answers.. What information do you recommend be supplied to the production workers in the new environment that emphasizes quality, defect reduction, problem solving, and teamwork? You have a killer boss, babe... Yeah, right... I did my research but cant focus to write Leadership : a Contingency Theory. What should i write about that? I did discuss about taxes and all the values but dont think nothing wont keep me busy so i have time to count the future value, what will i get in 10 years. What the hell, will i get any? I hope what i am learning today, will be useful later... Have i used up all my brains to think about obtain wealth and live well in a plutocracy world, so its empty now to do my homeworks?

I am...

... Missing you

More power please

I am exhausted. Completely, in need of rest. Woke up at 4am, sister need to be at her new campus for orientation-thing, so i went with her. Going back, too excited with the idea to walk home. So i didnt take the cab! I was walking for about an hour, (imagine how far was it, as i always walk fast) then did make a stop at the market. Bought bananas. Going home. Took shower. Had breakfast. Went to campus. ... 2pm, management accounting class, slept! Good enough, there's a friend who kept talk, talk and talk, bugged me. 4pm, finished study. Went to a grocer's shop, bought milk and bread, then went to novotel. Swimming for half an hour then moved to internet cafe. Updated friendster. Then back home. At home, none home. Fed becky -the short dog-. Shower. In bed. --- Mom and sister arrived. Making calls, making plan for her to outta here on 29. "Thumbing" my treo. Write this post. Then sleep for good! 7am, to be at campus.

Open and shut

Next saturday night... (August 27) Lets meet @insomnia. Whoever you are, bring along friends. More is better. Drinks are available... ..We are going to go Dutch.

Secrecy

There are two (huahahaha you can pay me back later when we meet) lonely men in a city full of joy... To think or to know what are they doing there is something i dont fancy. Will they go to those pubs just like they plan to? Will they stare at those bare legs and slip some "moneta" as they touch them? I dont know... What i really know is... They shall go out and do some shop of current sexiest blackberry! Its 17:20 there and its too early to step into a hellhole... Aint it such a good idea? :))

One more stop.

In the lounge. Surrounded by proletariat and not. Javanese talk with familiar accent... Chinese girls with short cloths move around... Truck driver look like men smoke like hell... Pretty man plays with his blackberry... 30 more minutes and will be leaving for Jogja. Beers... Cookies... Emails...

Go belly up.

Fisrt, I think I am broke. That scares me... All the bills are keep coming. Well, I guess i did have an expensive fun this holiday. How to solve this, i will think tomorrow... Now, this is something new... My butt is painful. (I have impression that when you say arse, people think you refer to that thing -tube-, like... "Pain in the arse"... and when you say butt, its the flesh... "Yess, do it... Slap my butt.) Anyway, it is painful! Yesterday, I took part in tennis -reintroduction- and i know its ridiculous to know that all the rest in a day, have problems with their legs... their arms... their bellies... And me... My butt. What a shame!

Its me.

So you're back. Had heaps of fun. Got the fisherman's dark skin colour. And love it! Want to keep the colour that makes everyone looks unwell. .. But truly, whole me is itching. The skin is recovering. Its been the darkest i ever saw... and had. Its dry. And aging. Aloe vera couldnt help much. Now it peels off. Scratch me... Rub me... Ssshhhhhh....

Fate Gocheva, an allegory.

Once upon a time, A five years old boy carried his gucci suitcase along the aisle looking for a free seat in a very small waiting room. His plane was supposed to leave the city in two hours. It was quite long waiting time to be in a very uninteresting room but he had no choice. He had an appointment, one that he could not afford to miss. When found he finally a seat to let his butt supported his weight, he saw a girl dressed to kill, extremely attractive. The little girl wore a shiny boot, mini white skirt, and a black leather jacket zipped up, hid what was inside it. She had literally everyone's attention. The little boy looked at her with his eyes wide open. He thought that he was in love... He had to have that little girl. No. On the second thought, he did not have to have her for she was in fact his date today. After all, she was chewing a gum! The boy did not like people who chew. Simply no class. The girl stared at him, smiled. Like she could read his mind, she to...