The company memo that will never be

From: Mr Big-big-Boss
To: Colleagues
Date: June 2006
Subject: Internal memo from company managing director

Dear colleagues,

Over recent days we have renewed our company policy to communicate employee’s pro-growth, pro-welfare and pro-world cup agenda.

Over the coming weeks, we will be communicating with our shareholders, customers and others. Our agenda: To better inform stakeholders about how the old sets of regulations and administrative practices impede our ability to grow our business.

In particular we need to make sure:

--our stakeholders know and understand the importance of the management review on implementing new policy on working hour during the world cup season, which would be cutting the current working hours by half, in order to provide sufficient time for all the football fans in the company to catch up with their sleep during daytime when no match is on;

--under the aforementioned company policy, all absolute hardcore supporter of the world cup tournament shall be granted with extra days of annual leave and better rate of increment, as a token of appreciation from the company for being supportive of this GREATEST GAME ON EARTH EVER;

--our shareholders know and understand management and regulatory issues and what’s at stake for them and the price of their shares should they determine to decide against this. DON’T EVER ATTEMPT TO CHALLENGE ANY FOOTBALL FANS WITH THEIR RIGHTS TO WATCH THE GAME.

In the time ahead, there will be many interpretations placed on what we are trying to achieve as we drive a continuing flow of information out to company stakeholders—information that shows how our current operations and performance are affected by overtly intrusive and unbalanced regulations from the views of all the football fans in the company.

Let me assure you that we will continue to comply with all laws, rules and regulations even as we seek to change some of them so that we can better serve our customers, grow our business for our shareholders, while keeping the fans of the GAME happy.

As company stakeholders, i want to encourage you to follow these issues and get engaged as we seek to improve the operating environment for company employees, customers and shareholders. We will keep you informed as the plan unfolds.


Regards,

Mr Big-big-Boss

Group Managing Director

I-Love-Football Corporation



--do you know any company like this? Cos i really wanna work in there.—

Ball-Kicking-Action in session!

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(my set of balls are no smaller than this, care to play with it, Girls?)
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Thou shall not call me.

Thou shall not look for me.

Thou shall not attempt to establish any kind of contact with me.

Thou shall not expect me to response to any sort of human interaction at all.

You really gotta give me a break.

You see, my hands are really full.

Before the match--I need to catch up on my sleep.

During the match--My eyes will be glued to the TV set. And there is absolutely nothing you can do to direct my undivided attention away from it.
Let’s put it this way: You break my flows of thoughts, I break your neck!

During the commercial/half time break--I need to answer all of my nature calls, feed myself with something to ensure that I would have all the energy it requires to yell ‘GOOAAAAALLLLL’!!!!!!!! , when my favorite striker scores.

After the match--I would like to watch the rerun of the game highlights, followed by some extensive read ups on expert’s reviews and predictions for the upcoming games.

However, unless, of course…

You plan to have me over to your place to watch the game together.

I am gonna call off everything, have all my plans canceled, reschedule every single agenda that gets in the way.

Whatever the heck it takes. TO WATCH THE GAME PEACEFULLY.

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I didn’t miss any single game 4 years ago.

What makes you think I won’t be able to repeat my glory this time around?

Let the GAME begins!

FIFA WORLD CUP GERMANY 2006

In less than 1..2..3..4..5..6 hours!

Dreamt a little dream of tenderness

My senses are half awake.

My eyelids are heavy, my body is still numb.

But my minds are clear—So crystal-ly clear it resembles a reflecting mirror.

It’s the break of dawn. I can sort of feel it.

And then it happens…

The alarm clock goes off without a sign, subsequently breaking the calm, tranquil state of silenceness around.

The timingly intrusion of that loud, fierce tone of ringing outputted by the said mechanical timing device hit my eardrum, before making its way to the nerves of my brain.

And then…

Then, Now--I am wide awake.

In the morning light, embracing its beams of sunshine penetrated thru the window.

Everything seems so blur, so cloudy, so unclear to my eyes.

Surrealism at best.

Is this only a dream?

Apparently not, because the waves of siren off that damn clock is giving me a major headache.

Arrrrrgh!

Once again, I ought to rise to the occasion and face the world----with a straight, hardcore kinda face.

As always.

Such is the cycle of life.

My heart screams as I felt under the weather

(O Happy Pills, where art thou?)

I need cure.

Some money-can’t-buy, the-best-things-in-life-are-free kinda cure.

I need eyesight that only sees the good things in life.

I need aural that only capture the voice of well-wishers.

I need compassion, from anyone who might actually concern about my well-being.

I need affection, to being directed towards my horizon for me to keep my faith in those finer things in life.

But, above all,

I need warmth.

On my forehead,

on my lips,

from the flowing streams of blood to that heavy heart of mine.

I want an open arm from a warm body to wrap around me.

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But too bad--Dollars and cents are no good in a case like this.

Sorry if I am not making any sense but my nose and my throat is killing me…

Dear the Mighty Power of above,


I believe I’ve been nothing but a good boy who behaves himself in all proper manners possible lately.

Just so YOU know,

--I flushed the toilet every time right after I am done with my business.

--I always drive carefully and have yet to knock over any dogs, human or lamp post.

--I always finished the food on my plate, even if it smells like crap and tastes like burnt rubber sometimes.

See, I am so very nice right…

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Alright alright…I confess:-

--I drink my milk straight outta the box, giving no regards that other people might be drinking it right after me too, and,

--I didn’t help any old folks to cross the road all my life, but then again I wasn’t given the chance or circumstances to do so.

But I guess those things are no big deal to YOU right?

So… tell me,
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Why would my own nose and throat turned against me and giving me such hard times now?

What did I do to deserve such treatment?

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Did YOU see that white flag I am putting up?

That means I wish to be given a break.

So do YOU mind?



Wickedly,

Me--the author.

A guy+3 chicks in the hippest spot in town

And so we march our way down to find ourselves surrounded by a roomful of gorgeous socialites, whose idea of a fun time includes shaking their sets underneath a whole bunch of ceiling-suspended mirror ball and flashy lighting effect--like there is no tomorrow, or downing as much of alcohol as their body could possibly take/ their wallet could possibly afford.

A view which led me into thinking of trying to fit into the picture and getting a piece of those action for myself too.

Which, at the end of the day, met with little success.

Maybe it had something to do with the level of alcohol in my bloodstream, or more appropriately, the lack of it?

Or could it be me finally outgrown those ear-deafening level of Ghetto anthem from the speakers I once claimed enjoyable?
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We decided to call it a night and prematurely ended the trip after prancing around mindlessly for hours. In the wake of realizing the attempt to fill up the emptiness inside of us were, well, being filled by even more emptiness than before we crossed the entrance.

But hey, make no mistake, i ain’t complaining.

Why would i? When i was being seen in public with:

(moral of the story: never leave home without a good digicam)

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You---Wish i could have a little of your naive ness, the world sure looks better without the pain of over thinking.

& You---I am truly sorry you have to aged every year this time but quickly regain back those shinny self-confidence of yours. You know you are much better than this right?

& You---Nice to meet you, you Miss-knew-everyone-else-in-this-world-but-me. I shall extend a sign of appreciation to you for reminding me of my insignificant existence amongst people. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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You know what? I just discovered that i have a thing with the back view of a shoulder length pony tail + bare-sweaty-shoulder under a nicely dimmed light.
I consider myself lucky to still have my eyes attach to my head instead of having them dropped outta me, as a result of staring too hard.


What a night this should have been...my mind wondered...