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Almost from the Land of the Rising Sun

It's been a hectic 2 days for me here in Putrajaya..Shacked up and slumming in the majestic open vistas of the Putrajaya landscape, as seen from the balcony of the Shangri-La...
These hotel stays are detrimental to my waistline as I am a bit of a gourmand... (enough said). Buuut I try to compensate with trips to the hotel gym and swimming pool.

It was just last weekend I was in KL, and now just under a week later here I am again.. But this time in the capacity as MC for the establishment of the Meiji University Alumni Association of Malaysia, of which university our present PM Pak Lah and our previous PM Tun Dr Mahathir had received honorary doctorates... A rather daunting task for the uninitiated.

But for me I'm happy to say it was a breeze! Another feather in the cap of this MC!

So, after a looooooooooooooooong session of speeches, food, and incessant bowing (of which I am actually very accustomed), it is now finally over.

Overall, a good haul of networking contacts I would say - among them the top brass in Meiji University, and very surprisingly, the managing director of Kinokuniya bookstore in KLCC... Not bad at all...

Now if only the secretary hadn't booked the flight for 7 hours after the event finishes...

Buuuuuuuut you can't have everything can you?


azie said…
ya ya! baru mau mintak

buah tangan tau~

keychain ka, tshirt ka, takmau,ahahaha

kurang2 beg LV sorang sebijik,kah kah kah
Anonymous said…

Moved up the ladder,ei? Good!
But when up there, be very careful, it's rather shaky with all the masses up there.


One who looks out for you from afar

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