GT Babes Too Racy

Are they really that racy??

(pictures courtesy of TV Smith)

Our government backbenchers are commenting on the Sexy Models At Super GT Grand Prix from here and here.

Why are they so upset over the attire of those models at the Grand Prix?

Really don't understand....




First of all, do you go to the Grand Prix, or any other "races" for the race or for the "something else"?

For goodness sake, this has been the trend since time in memorial that scantily clad models will be there before a race starts.

Ya.. Ya.. I know....... there will be argument that girls should not be 'paraded' with such 'less clothes' in public here.. blah blah blah..

But, have they not wearing their apparels appropriately? Or have they not acting 'inappropriately' in public 'parading' their 'assets'? These events are INTERNATIONAL events, you know.. There seems not any qualms from the other organizers, and why you.

I know that we have our culture to secure and not allow such an 'exposure' to be in public, and that there were events that had been organised where the models wore the "baju kebaya" attire in their promotion and also to argue that we need to ensure that the nation's image was not undermined.

On this point on not undermining the nation's image, I'd like to give my two cents here.

Why do we bother with this slight 'exposure' matter, when there are bigger 'exposure' that needs to be resolved.

What about the current theft, rape, or whatever crime that are happening in our country? I think our country has been 'well known' by many other countries for that... How about the news on the leakage that happens in our Parliament building? Why not find ways to resolve the flood issue that seems to be rampant here recently.

Why not solve these 'big' issues which are in the people's eye first before you proceed to solve others.

It's like you go to the hospital to treat your headache when you are suffering from a brain cancer.

Business Trip To Hong Kong

With my project implementing to another country, that is Macau, after Hong Kong, now is my second trip after November 2005 to Hong Kong.

You’ll definitely ask why go Hong Kong when the project is to implement in Macau. To make the long story short, Macau business is currently run in Hong Kong as Macau’s “market” is pretty small that it can be managed by the Hong Kong counterpart.

My flight is scheduled at 6:45pm. And, Guna, my colleague who will be traveling with me, has made arrangement to go to the KLIA at about 3pm, so that we can check in at 4 ++ pm. However, towards about 2:30pm in the afternoon, the traveling agency called to inform that the flight is delayed. And guess what. It’s delayed to 8pm..!!!

And the reason being there is some technical problem/complication with the plane.

So, plan has to be changed.

Guna then informed that he will come over the office to pick me up at 4pm

When we reached KLIA, it was about 5:05pm. After checking in, we realised that we have more that 3 hours to spend there in the airport.

Damn.. It was a long wait there.

Went for a walk in the Satellite Terminal. Honestly, this is the first time that I have the chance to go around the airport so completely.. hahahaha

After the long wait in the terminal, it was finally the time to board the plane. Our flight number is MH0074 and according to Guna, it is usual that the boarding gate will be designated to C35, which I realised that it is the last boarding gate to the right of the Satellite Terminal. It was a long walk from the shuttle train stop to C35.

Anyway, I was pretty glad that our flight is finally here.

After we have found our seats in the plane, an Airbus A330, I noticed that Guna is sitting in front of me as his seat number is 18C and mine is 19C.

I was quite happy, though, that I didn’t have to sit with him. And happier when I noticed that there is nobody occupying as my neighbour. So, there, I have 2 seats for myself.

When I was in the plane, I can see that the airport is lit with lights and it’s very beautiful from the angle that I am sitting. Then I am proud of my own country that we have such a magnificent international airport. And I am proud as a Malaysian.

After waiting for about 15 to 20 minutes, the plane started to back down the hangar. However, from the minute it started moving till the take off, it was such a long ride that, before the take off, I realised that we have ridden so far away from the main terminal that the plane took off. Then the weird feeling struck me.

I started to miss my wife, my family and my country.

“I love you, Yvonne. I miss you, Yvonne... Goodbye Malaysia...” I said in my heart.