Oops, looks like I have to skip one suggested topic from Simple America about immigrating to Malaysia. SA, I don’t have the faintest idea. Unless you want to marry a Malaysian wife. But then, you won’t. And if you do, I wouldn’t want to know about it!
My beautiful country is promoting Malaysia as a second-home for retirees. We have posh bungalows with white picket fences and luxurious condominiums for this purpose. Frankly, albeit what our countrymen ranted, Malaysia is a nice place to settle down. Friendly people, good food, nice weather, good facilities and peaceful. Of all the Asean countries, Malaysia is the most harmonious with decently educated citizens. Welcome to Malaysia!
Now on to MG’s question – How to cramp 48 hours into one day
In real life and online life, I have always been very efficient. As a student, worker, wife and mother. As an organiser, co-ordinator, hostess or just about anything. Frankly, I suspect I have some hyperactivity syndrome. I do double things, at double the speed normal person takes to do a single task. (psst…have you dated three guys in one day before anot? breakfast, lunch, dinner dates)
I can skip from one problem to another. Handling three to four things at a time. While some parents are struggling to get out of the house with their one and only kid, I have already reached there way before them. (say family dinner) With four kids scrubbed clean and shiny.
I think in order to be able to do that, one has to learn the art of procrastination and the art of elimination. Procrastination is knowing when to delay things until they grow mouldy, but just before they turn total loss. Elimination is the ability to ignore things, like mountains of laundry left standing will not grow maggots, so just leave them and pretend they don’t exist. Or use them as comfy sofa paddings covers. LOL.
Oh ya, also must learnt to live within our means. Who cares if people think my house looks like shit when I am happy as it is? I only have two hands, two legs, a nerve as sensitive as others but I have four kids. I need a happy heart and a level head for the home so I won’t kill myself scrubbing and picking up after them. If I adopt the typical mother/housewife’s level of clealiness and orderliness, I think I will slay my kids and hang their hides ‘cos they messed up every seconds.
Take a look at what my kids did to their study/work/computer/tools room. They used a blue flourescent light just for kicks (normal use white light lah).
On the left of the clock, the picture hanging there is Jesus with His sheeps. It says, “I know my sheep (followers) and my sheeps know Me well.” Kehkehkeh. Bless them! That big bundle of things hanging on the right side are shoe laces of all colours. On the work table are my son’ screwdrivers, knives, lubricants and stuffs for his skateboarding. To maintain sanity, I never step foot into that dungeon. And my part-time maid has been told not to touch a thing there too. Oh ya, the door and floor have been sprayed with graffiti paint too.
So, basically the way to cramp 48 hours into a day is to :
1) Blog part of the day (to relieve stress but can use the excuse of ‘to earn money’ so no one can say I am wasting time)
2) Sleep half of the day
3) Have good laughs with the kids all day
4) And don’t do anything that can wait till tommorow or next year or the next decade.
5) Be glad that at least we have things/people/blogs to occupy us all day instead of sitting down, alone, with nothing to do.