Business Planning - is there such thing?

You set budgets every year for the umpteenth time now. True, it makes sense to be heading a direction. There would be times tweaking the direction will be required in the middle of the year when you choose to be proactive and make things happen now instead of waiting for the year end to complete itself.

Now come a business which is so fluid, say online travel business. How does one stick to his pants and not chance his mind? This is despite throwing in devils to questions his plans for 2 months? Well, sadly, there is always a new devil born everyday, just like him - a sucker, me. External environment changes and the forces are so great that it rewards those who can change fast. Those that refuse to budge dies in a freak accident when they see no revenue. Those that die a slow death are those that wants to change, but they do at a snail's pace. This is even more excruciating that those that refuse to budge. But who are we to say those that refuse to budge is wrong? But perhaps the timing was all but wrong.

If you ask me, not all business plans are fluke. Sure you can be a doofus* and yet make millions. But planning is key, so is the timing. These helps fool like me who had failed and keep on failing to have a better precision on when to do what, and not to do what. It must be a concious decision.

* Doofus defined as omeone arse that hasn't got a clue! They live in blissful ignorance of the world, fashion, personal hygiene and social skills.

Do not be vocal in Management Meetings!

Even if you feel strongly about an issue. Don't supercharge yourself as if you are fighting for your own right to live.

You often feel that you have fallen out of favour and your peers may not like what they see in you. ie. Don't farking rock the boat until someone falls out. Certain issues are dealt with outside the boardroom.

I remember once I have actually made it to the top of an organisation hierarchy. The foodchain above did not like what I was doing, vocal as usual and make a scene. I was ousted within a month.

I do not like to repeat history. I've got my bacon to bring home. I'm not a fool this time around.

How will GPS help me?

I can drive without asking for directions. A very macho trait of men in which I can live up to now.

It will help locate my house. It shows the many alternatives route back home. Make sense doesn't it? If it doesn't, ask my wife because she might be lost in translation somewhere.

It helps me to bring me and gang to the many Ho Chiak! places that we are dying to try. Sometimes, the urge of having a good curry fish head just strikes you and you know you have to have it. And somehow, does not know many places that you can try.

It truly shines when I just get and address from a pal without the directions to head to his place for a pot-luck, cool eh? They will be asking, "Wah, you know my place well hor?"

It sticks out onto the windscreen. When someother car noticed I have that gadget and when I slow down vehemently, they tend to follow suit. Not that it has a laser detector but it have all the known laser POIs! Yeah man, u follow me.

No necessity to pay summons or bribe the white horse idiot.

It tells me my lattitude and longitute. Feng Shui anyone?

I know now there are many ATM and facilities around my house, including where to park.

I have a Dansk and Hokkien translator helping me if I am lost within the verbal proximity.

Worth every penny if you ask me.

Blog = Trouble?

Blog is trouble. Days of writing diaries are all gone. People share information via MSN, websites, PHP forums and worse poking each other using Facebook. Then again, when are diaries' inner most secrets are shared at all? You obviously write them as you would want to remember something. Call it history. Just like a song that reminds you of an incident. This blog comes with vivid details and video streaming now. I hope my kids sees this and know how much of a spoilt brat there are and what kind of hurt they have cause their mom and I.

Then you have your bosses, colleagues and business partners that bear witness on what you wrote. Unless they do not have computers, else there would come a time they read your sartorial and you unpolished comments about how they act or look stupid. You'd rather be choking yourself dead in the toilet when they choose to bring this up for a happy hour discussion.

Since I have to get started, why not do it in a big bang. Invite the whole-jing gang and have an orgy of comments heading my way. Hah! Till h3ll freezes over please!