Is it me, or is it the society?

I have always wanted a job that would set my adrenaline racing and increase my pulse rates. But this job is about to give me a cardiac arrest!

My Annual Report deadline is near. I should be moving into colour separation next week, but my Final Artworks are no where near that stage. To add to the steam, I had to take the car to work yesterday because I had been cycling in the rain since Monday, and my cycling gears are all wet.

On my drive home yesterday, I decided to stop for a "teh tarik" at a "mamak" joint. Like it could not have been a better time, a young lad approached me and tried to sell me a raw and virgin Tongkat Ali root (scientifically known in the herbal industry as Longifolia Jack). He said it could give immediate results – about 5 times faster than Viagra.

I never needed Viagra.

But that’s not my point. I was approached once by a “Kunta Kinte” who had a briefcase of watches and tried to sell me one. I could understand because I wasn’t wearing a watch at that time. But I simply cannot come to grips what it is, for heaven’s sake, about my appearance that induced the boy to conclude that I needed the power root!

And what’s with the Malays and Tongkat Ali anyway?