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He said that I had to focus on what’s on my platter. My platter is practically empty these days - the allowance from the NGO, and coupled with how costly it is living in the Klang Valley lately, does not even allow for me to be spendthrift.

The business sites have been up and running for quite some time, but he is too busy to even look at it, least to say, play with it - Does he want me to manage his business as well ? I’m so not into the idea of managing something I have NO interest in - I wouldn’t mind if paid my professional fee {and I’m being blunt!} plus an advance of say 10k Euro {hey, a Chanel cost a minimum 10K Euro!}, but a web development business is not what I’m interested in - I used to do that in the early nineties when I was bored to tears. Do give way to more talented people in the industry - besides even a child of six these days can bomb a world and make headlines… or realize that there is something terribly wrong with the world and he’s talking about site creation?

Please don’t insult my intelligence! I need a better challenge where my skills and background would serve the better half of humanity - business or otherwise.

For crying out loud, one evolves. The more I find myself sitting down in front of the VDU, the less focused I’m with anything, especially where my heart is no longer enticed. He has been boasting about how fantastic he is in management, but I know better. I was once a CEO in the nineties. I know how difficult management is - you have to work the details, balance the books, look hot and sexy in board meetings and get the paparazzi to splash your fine-tuned role-playing as front page news. I can help one achieve wealth, give directions, create opportunities, but if the owner or VP is not interested in pushing his bowl to get Oliver’s porridge, and expects me to slave in exchange for equity I’m not going to indulge.

I want to live. I don’t want to be enslaved working like an idiot - in the end, will have missed the joys of living. It would be a tad too late.

“The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped … Arthur Schopenhauer”