寻风
The RM 10
There isn't any local business in Malaysia that I would consider efficient except one - the wildly popular (notorious) AirAsia.
While every big airlines will overcharge you highly by providing you the ease of bringing large luggage, serving you with wonderful meal, hiring first class model to smile at you, giving you the option to change your traveling date, AirAsia is the guy that leads the rest of low cost airlines and changes the game rule.
The logic behind every action of Airasia is well plotted, aiming at the big direction of cost saving.
I had a wishful thinking
Power utility is always a strange business.
You can't raise your price over the regulation from government and yet you take the blame when something goes wrong.
Take Tepco as example.
In whichever system
Whenever you have a set of rules, you have a bug or loophole somewhere.
People who get powerful later are those who look for the loophole.
The problem with healthcare
We need both quality and quantity.
Something must be fundamentally changed.
A+ Business
It's hard to maintain an A+ business.
I put up a lot of stress for this.
I'm looking for win-win solution in every situation I encounter.
Business is about problem solving.
You can walk away with a big check by fucking a lot of people up, but you can't get too far.
I want to stay in the game.
I want to keep doing this for my whole life.
Moving on
I guess I have failed to achieve most of my vision.
But some of it does really come true, and turn out to be better than imagination.
Sometime I do really question what I'm fighting for.
There's a strong urge inside me to outrace everybody.
I enjoy attention, I like to be praised, I like to inspire others.
If I would look at my current life using the view of a student 5 years back, I would realize how perfect it is.
It's as though if my life would stop tomorrow, it will be a perfect ending.
At times I can't seem to make things right
It's hard to be me.
Especially during times that I no longer possess the determination to run this marathon.
When one thing starts pulling me down, everything else falls.
I want to be myself, but I lack of the talent of being myself.
I thought of what others thought constantly.
I felt of what others felt constantly.
In the end I'm just a duplication of others or a counter thought of others or maybe the image of what others want me to be.
