OK this is just to set the record straight you perverts. This is especially to the FON and his grinning sidekick Bai The Wise and to the one or two of you who have brought it up over coffee or snarky sms-es.
When I say 'wrestling bears before breakfast' I DO NOT mean that I'm doing the palm tango with my morning boner, NOT spanking the Chindian Monkey, NOT wrestling with my 24" python or wasting tissue below my waist.
So here I shall explain to you in simple terms what it means to me.
As most of you know I'm a very morning person. With my schedules I normally start a day at 6-7am. Sometimes as early as 5 in the morn when all the world around me is dreaming sweet Dream King inspired dreams OR if you're a Ecstasy popping fuckhead student (yeah you that backed into my car and ran off) you're probably stoning yourself through a menu of pills at some other punk's apartment.
Even when I am not on a dawn flight to somewhere I usually am up and sipping my morning coffee by 7am (unless by some massive charity from the Gods of Fortune some woman has managed to keep.. nevermind).
SO, my day starts early. And what I find is that the more work I get done by 9am, I get on a high and this momentum gets me through lunch and up until about 3pm where the urge to hit a bar and get drunk whispers seductively through the slight haze of the banana leaf lunch.
SO - the BEARS are my work. My bane and my fortune. The challenges I face daily pays my salary, enables me to splurge on imported beer, buy that Premium Format Slave Leia from Singapore, gets me to dream that I can go on an exotic holiday to Bali if only some silly woman with a hot bikini body will be charitable enough to pander to my pathetic pleas.
The more shit I can get done in the morning the better the rest of the day goes.
SO - Wrestling Bears Before Breakfast is not an adventure between my left palm and 'Lil Chindy.
Terima kasih Dan Majulah Sukan Untuk Negara.