The Business War Zone: Electronic Dance Movement

Shh!  Look out!

The drones are hovering in the air, mind you.  Be quiet, be still – make sure they do not spot you.  Move stealthily across the corn field, swiftly, but surely.  Lower down your head too, lest they spot you; but keep your ears prick.  See well where the enemy lies; notice when he changes strategy.  And when he does, act quickly – by all means, at the speed of light!  Where you target the enemy …aim and shoot!

Do you hear the commotion from behind?  Put your hand in your pocket …oh, there is only one grenade left!  Never mind, throw it at the crowd anyway!  It is not like I have a problem.  Oh wait, the section of ground five yards away has a bunch of enemies.  I shall throw my hand bomb at them.

Now let them burn, burn, burn.  All almost according to plan.  In my silent thoughts, I said to myself: We will win this war.

Okay, I get it.  This time I will not talk too much, but rather I will sprint straight to the point.  Hope I am too fast though.

The business zone is very much like a war zone.  There are competitors sprouting everywhere.  Yet sometimes, we form allies too.  This is why you need to study your target well. Ask around.  Do your research.  Tabulate your results.  Keep alert to any changes in the business environment.  This is the one factor that you have to consider because it never stays static.  Just like life it is ever flowing, reviberating in its own blood.  When you are ready, however, make sure you are fully loaded – and you have reloads available at arm’s length.  Then aim and fire.

The zone I am entering is filled with music.  Beautiful music blasting from the speakers at the top notes.  Much like the ones at Berlin and Livescape, but with a little twist in the purpose.  Yes, we do have DJs from different parts of the world, we also feature EDM and trance music, we have fire spurting from tiny vents into the air, and we have food and drinks and party packs.  We also have sports, extreme sports like skateboarding and other activities.  Attendees to the event (who are aged from 10 up) are encouraged to participate in the various dance performances, particularly the flashmob that will take place in the afternoon.  This event is called Electronic Dance Movement.

All these is really an effort to help the 7-billion-and-counting individuals know more about positive psychology, amidst the war and dread and pain that result from their own wars, be it the War for Life, the War for Justice, the War for Peace, the War for Rights, or the Inner War.  That there is none other than themselves who have the sole power, the sole capability to change their own lives for the good, the better, and the best.  I have spoken to a few doctors who are advocates for this extremely new branch in mental health to allow me to include the hashtag #PosPsy to link the event in the feeds.

There, of course, will be much, much more for me to give, that hopefully, more and more of the Generation Z will be exposed to.  Me and my team – or crew, more like – plan to travel from country to country every year to spread the message, at all sorts of public sites imaginable.  We even plan on hiring international artists to perform at our events some time soon in the future.

dancemovement      It is not like I have turned into Bad Blood, but, yes, this is how we do.  We aim our target, drop our bomb, and then move on to the next site.

For me to accomplish my entrepreneurial dream and help my team members play their roles, I need some form of funding.  The first event is stipulated to be held at Kuala Lumpur, the heart of the capital of Malaysia, and the costs amount to RM40, 000 for the one-day event.  My team and I are in dire need of raising the amount to kickstart our event.  Thus, I would be very appreciative of any sum, large or small.  As a sign of gratitude, we will advertise your name on our advertisement materials, and also provide you with a token of appreciation.  You can wire transfer to my personal Maybank account (account holder name: Ngiam Ai Leng Alicia; account no.: 1123 0806 1970) if you are interested in providing your kind help.

Much love,

Red Scarlet

P.  S.:  Now who let the dogs out? =D Just saying.

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2015 in a Bottle

Gazing blankly into the ghostly sky with its morning star hidden right behind the thick, heavy clouds, I downed my cup of espresso.  I tried to shut my thoughts and listen to the sounds around me.  I sat still in my wooden chair trying to capture some form of hope for my trusty pen to thrust its wildest dreams on.

If I could, I would.  Definitely.  I would part this sheet of paper from the book, roll it up, and then put it in a bottle – and set it free.  Well, what if I actually did?

My thoughts would have the freedom to linger off through the water surface, forever encased in its protective covering.  Hopefully it would seek refuge from raging storms, and finally meet with amicable weather in the Atlantic, before sailing smoothly into the Indian Ocean.  Perhaps, thousands of years later someone would be lucky enough to stumble upon it when it gets itself stuck in the soggy sand.

Parts of the lines are quite cheesy, and I do have to apologize, Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber, for borrowing the words in your lyrics to vent my dissatisfaction.

Thank you for calling me a bitch.  Thank you for assumming that I am a slut.  Thank you for piercing through my heart all your sharp arrows, of setting my soul to flames.  Thank you for calling me stupid, and whatever other names you felt befitting.  I have never once been that, and I shall show you that I mean it.

The players are going to play, play, play.  The haters, on the other hand, they are just going to hate, hate, hate.  What can I possibly do about that anyway.  I sort of knew you were trouble when you walked in to my life, so maybe shame on me now?  Hmmm.  All too often I was just left in blank space, baby; because all boys only want love if it’s torture, if it’s pain, if it’s hurt, and if blood oozes out from their hearts.  What do you really, really mean?  You were, in the end, the reason for the teardrops on my guitar (well, ok; it was really your guitar, but I held it with my dainty fingers sometimes).  Finally, your friends talked to my friends talked to your friends talked to me, and so we are never ever getting back together.  Not like I actually cared even.  I only have to shake it all off my head.  Yeah.  Loving you was so red, in fact forgetting you was like trying to know someone I never met.

Nevertheless, from the ashes rose a phoenix with wings so large they carried it away from the consuming fire.  I started showing gratitude and showering my appreciation on people, sometimes even people I do not even know who helped me in doing something.  I allowed myself to be as genuine as possible in dealing with the different kinds of people I have to meet everyday.  These things cannot go wrong.  As a result, I am proud of myself for having grown emotionally stronger and bolder than before.  It could be that my feelings have been numbed from the constant hurt, but my chains have been broken, and my soul has been set free.  I hope.

A few more months – just one more semester – I will be graduating!!!!  (I do wish I could insert a love icon here.)  I shall be done with my degree after a long, long time.  I should be so excited right?  Yes I am, but no, I am also not.  Oh gosh, my mind is wandering to so many places!  Life is an exciting venture, a beautiful journey bestowed upon Man.  There is no other gift more amazing than the gift of life.

This year also I am chasing time to kick off my positive psychology start-up as well.  While I am working on one SBU (strategic business unit, that is) now, I will directly after I graduate, start-up the other SBU.  Currently I am looking for sponsors and venues for investors.  It has been a crazy six months running about to widen social networks and contact suppliers, and so on, whilst studying final year.  I still have not mentioned that I am also doing sales.  Haha.  Crazy times.

I have of course had my fair share of repeating heartbreaks, but yet I did all I could to keep pushing on and on.  Whether it has got to be love, wealth, fame, or self-fulfillment, I wanted it to work out this year.  I probably went a wee bit overboard, pushing myself dangerously over the edge.  But I had already decided from early this year that I am not going to let things happen to me just like that.  I am going to make things happen to me instead.

So I just want you to know: I am fiercely fighting for whatever that is meant to be mine – my degree, my start-up, and HIM!!!!!

Never say never.  All I need to do is be patient. Perseverant.  Positive!!!!  The 3Ps!!!  Oooh – how sweet.

Red Scarlet

Dirty Little Secret

Shush. Don’t tell your mother.  Kiss one another.  Die for each other.

In the midst of the gooey mass of grey matter in the prefrontal lobe stands a huge army of Spartan soldiers with their spears sticking upwards in the air.  They are prepared to fight, prepared to conquer malaise, to combat for Truth.  For the mind is a wondrously dangerous place, and white lies are in constant battle with black lies and dirty little secrets.  With a tweak of a passage of signals, the entire perception alters somewhat drastically.  It gives birth to a thought, an idea, and though in its embryonic form, it still has the capability of enveloping the entire physique, covering the subtle pores of the skin with its vulnerable coat like myelineated sheaths of axons.  It hydrates the thirsty soul; it instigates a certain craving for – a little cocaine, maybe?  Fervently spreading throughout the entire breathing creature, it begins to speak aloud in the creature’s own voice.  But how weak the mind is!  Yet it is capable of intelligent choice.

Secret Garden. (Photo courtesy of Twitter)

Secret Garden. (Photo courtesy of Twitter)

A long time has past since I last published my work on WordPress.

It is a superficially busy time for me because, after this semester, I have only two more to go.  Then I shall finally graduate.  It is critically important that I do well during these last few months because I plan to sit for masters. Not only that I am working towards developing my own organizational objectives with a music business unit.  It is not easy to do this single-handedly, but I am fortunate to be able to work with other entrepreneurs as well.

It truly is one last stage for me to get by.  I admit it is tough because I am now handling everything by myself, from tuition fees to organization structure to this little powerful drug – writing – that I do every now and then.  I am consummated by exams and university projects and meeting new people.  Every now and then I am hurled into Dreamland, where I am trapped in an extremely tall tower waiting for my knight in his white horse to come around and save me of course.  At the very same moment, Time is graciously ticking away.

It definitely is fun to form mutual friendships with people and organizations, especially those who would be able to help out in the event that it is necessary.  As part of entrepreneurship all that stress that comes along with it – hopefully it ends successfully.  I want it to be a success of course!  It meaning everything.  Which encompasses education, my job, my friends, my family, my life – everything, god damn it.  All these are the work of a lifetime.  These are all my Paradise.

Don’t tell anyone.  It’s my dirty little secret.  Can you keep it?  Because I am fine with it.

Red Scarlet

P.S.:  I am quite happy being a woman.