#Competitive Scenarios

[insightinvestnews]

Malaysia Diesel Generator Set Market To Hit USD 97.9 Million by 2030

Improved fuel effectiveness and low operating prices are some of key advantages of diesel generators. Therefore, these are more popular in emerging economies, mostly in APAC. Further, the Malaysian diesel generator set market will reach USD 97.9 million by 2030, according to P&S Intelligence.

The growth of this industry is credited to the government is focusing on the development of infrastructural to manage users with under the 40% income bracket in 2029, with a scheme to construct 1 million structures of housing.

Moreover, as part of the 2021 Budget, the government announced more plans to assist the construction industry, such as partnerships with financial bodies.

The nation allocated funding to the People's Housing Program, the Rumah Mesra Rakyat AND Perumahan Penjawat Awam dwelling initiatives, to create housing units for low-income homeowners. The demand for diesel generator sets will rise in the near future due to the rising number of residential homes and commercial buildings.

Additionally, the country's emphasis is on producing more items with value added in order to strengthen its economy, which motivates startups to grow their manufacturing facilities and increases demand for these generator sets.

Malaysia's need for energy is rapidly growing, but up until now, the supply has not kept up with demand, causing frequent power outages that are primarily brought on by natural disasters. Due to Malaysia's significant risk of flooding and tsunamis, the government closes power plants for safety.

For instance, across six states and 333 electricity substations, TNB temporarily closed off 333 power substations in December 2021. 17,251 electricity users in Pahang, 4,450 in Kuala Lumpur, 5,062 in Selangor, 470 in Kelantan, 634 in Melaka, and 284 in Negeri Sembilan were impacted by the shutdown.

However, at temporary evacuation shelters without access to substation power, electricity was provided by portable diesel generators. As a result, the nation's ongoing power outage issue is driving up need for diesel generator sets there.

Additionally, a lot of international corporations are setting up shop in Malaysia due to the country's advantageous business and consumer climate, affinity for American goods, well-established infrastructure and legal system, and ease of making profits. These elements contribute to the expansion of the business sector, which is raising need for diesel generator sets in the nation.

To stay competitive, major players in the Malaysian diesel generator set industry have taken part in a number of strategic advancements, such product releases. For instance, Cummins Inc. launched the NEW EC-AGS+ wireless control system for Onan gas and diesel DG sets in past year.

[jaylver]

NO COMPETITION SERIES

— a series of 3 hockey boys and an aussie footballer trying to win over the love of their lives

PAIRINGS: enhypen!hyung line x reader

GENRE: college sports au, romance, angst, humour

STATUS: completed

NOTES: set in the same au, but some of the timelines are different!

© jaylver 2023

WIN ONE WIN ME — L.HS

SYNOPSIS: who knew being angry and impulsive can get the captain of the hockey team to notice you? cussing them out when they were losing wasn't the best idea, but it definitely made lee heeseung's head turn, leading to him making a deal with you to win a game in order to get your number. but that wasn't enough for him, he was determined to make you his.

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — P.JS

SYNOPSIS: Beach parties are supposedly fun and exciting, aren’t they? Wrong. Experiencing college parties is rare for you, but you decided to give this one a go after your best friend’s constant pleas. Things were alright until everything turned sour when trouble found you and eventually you were roped into a fight alongside the campus’ famous hockey playboy. As if that wasn’t enough, the devil himself conjured up an idea that you found yourself being entangled in. It was all fun and games up until confusion arose, feelings being confessed and played, in the end, Jay had to learn how to get the girl, his girl.

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MIDNIGHT RAIN (BACK TO YOU) — S.JY

SYNOPSIS: You declared to the world that this summer will be yours. Ever since you’ve left home to chase your dream further in Europe, you never dared to look back, leaving your friends and family along with the precious memories there, including your silent love for your closest friend. Years passed, you were making a name for yourself and chasing that fame, settling in perfectly fine and eventually moved on with life. All was well until the transfer window came, announcing a new addition to the men’s first team, who also happened to be your childhood best friend, Jake Sim. Summer in Spain wouldn’t be what it is without experiencing lots of rekindling, heartbreaks, fallout but also a shot at love.

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CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE — P.SH

SYNOPSIS: Having a one night stand wasn’t your forte, but with the help of adrenaline, and most definitely not alcohol, you managed to rope yourself into one. Worst part of all was the fact that you didn’t even know his name! The only distinguishable part of him was his blinding white hair. You figured you will never see him again after, but you were so wrong. Your friend practically set you up for failure after convincing you to take her place on a blind date to try and drive the guy away, only for it to be the one you slept with, who also happened to be your mother’s best friend’s son that you met right before that. 

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[akuzonprime]

[12:02 AM] While you were in the middle of a meeting with the Anti-Lucifer League, you somehow end up in the middle of Satan and Belphie, who were both busy braiding your hair as they continue plotting.

[hannie-dul-set]

pls beomgyu!!!!

[choked up, face down, burnt out]. choi beomgyu has always been quick to fall in love— to the point where you and the rest of his friends have been clowning him about it ever since his first love crashed and burned in the second year of middle school.

“you’re so easy,” yeonjun laughs, after beomgyu had told you all during lunch break that his new deskmate is really, really pretty. “who are the flowers for this time?” asks soobin on the fifth valentines day where he has a gift in his hands and his heart on his sleeve. “how many heartbreaks is it gonna take for you to learn your lesson, hyung?” says kai, after calling him over at one in the morning because he just got dumped by his fifth girlfriend, right before the end of his junior year in high school.

“that’s it. i’m gonna die alone.” 

at some point, everyone else has materialized on the porch of his house to comfort him. soobin, yeonjun, taehyun, you. they’re all berating him for nose diving into yet another relationship— only for him to end up choked up, face down, and burnt out on the pavement yet again. well, all of them except you. “don’t say that,” you scold. “you’re not dying alone. only what, seventeen? you haven’t even reached half of your life, beomgyu. you’re gonna meet more people and one day, one of them is gonna spend the remaining half with you.”

“so you’re saying he should just keep falling in love, get dumped, and continue to make a fool out of himself until he meets the one?”

“taehyun, don’t be too hard on him. i think it’s pretty cool that he’s honest about how he feels. it’s rare to meet someone so in touch with his own feelings,” you continue, and as you do, you look at him with a soft smile. “beomgyu, don’t listen to them. i personally find it admirable how much love you have. i just home you’ve saved some for yourself too.”

that day, at the brink of two in the morning with not a single star in the sky to welcome the familiar twang of a heartbeat— a sound he’s heard dozens and dozens of times before— one thing ended and another thing began.

“anyway, it’s getting late. i’ll see you all at school tomorrow.”

sure, choi beomgyu is easy. sure, he falls in love way too quickly. sure, he’s the biggest fool in the world. but would they all still say the same thing when this time, without even a hint of a warning, the object of his affections has now become you?

“hyung.” it’s the next day. afternoon. he’s on cleaning duty with soobin, and beomgyu has not once used the broom he’s been holding to sweep the floor. there’s a giggle from the hallway. it’s you with the other three waiting for them to finish. “i think i’ve fallen in love again.”

“a—are you sure? didn’t you just get dumped yesterday?”

choi beomgyu has always been quick to fall in love. even if it could end a lifelong friendship. even if it means putting everyone else in an awkward position. even if he ends up too caught up with his own feelings to notice everyone else’s. even if it ends with him choked up, face down, and burnt out yet again.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [yeonjun] [taehyun]

[front-facing-pokemon]

[essektheylyss]

It is the fourth day of the quarter. I am a week ahead on course work. I went to three local fairs today, and tomorrow I'm gonna go for a hike and get a bit of writing done and play Pentiment. I have never been so productive in my life.

[writingphoenix]

What about an injury like a minor stress fracture in someone’s foot but instead of being able to rest it for a few weeks to let it heal, they have to train/go on a journey/are forced to use it somehow and it gets worse and worse until they can’t walk without extreme pain?

[vinivan]

I still have The Pathologic Brainrot™ and have been thinking constantly abt Daniil being a pro ice skater, Artemy a famous hockey player and Clara just being there for the funsies and to be a lil shit ngl.

I might share a trad doodle one of these days, uni is kicking my ass rn, and I should be studying instead of thinking abt toxic yaoi

[total-drama-brainrot]

father ophelia. i need ur multi paragraph analysis on how camning date would happen. who would ask who out

Camning is such a weird pair to consider as an actual couple instead of two mutually pining idiots because I can't in good faith say that either of them would ever admit to having feelings for the other.

Don't get me wrong, Cameron isn't the type to suppress or deny his feeings or anything - in fact he'd be ecstatic at the prospect of having a crush on someone, because it's yet another wordly experience he's been deprived of his whole life that he's living for the first time. And that's exactly the issue; Cameron has no idea how to go about expressing these things, save for whatever romance based literature/tv shows he was exposed to growing up and, knowing Cameron, he'd be more than aware that they doesn't exactly portray a realistic perspective on real-life relationships. So he's back to square one when it comes to knowledge on how to deal with his feelings.

Which would mean he'd be the type to go completely non-verbal in front of Lightning, or otherwise be a stuttering mess. A pathetic puddle of a boy who has no idea how to deal with these new, weird feelings save for whispering "oh no he's hot" to himself.

On the other hand, Lightning is extremely prideful. Extremely prideful. He'd be completely in denial about having a crush on Cameron of all people because he's the antithesis of everything Lightning holds in high regard; Cameron isn't athletic or strong, he's not outwardly headstrong or competitive (at first glance, though Cameron does have a spine hidden somewhere in that red hoodie) and Lightning wouldn't see Cameron as someone who could relate to him in any way. Keep in mind, Lightning's a bit of an egotist, so he'd be under the assumption that his ideal partner would be a reflection of himself.

And Lightning isn't very bright, despite his namesake, so he wouldn't realise that's exactly why he likes Cameron so much. He's impressed by Cameron's fountain of knowledge and keen intellect. He's astounded by how Cameron can use his wit and his determination to win challenges without having to brute forcing his way to victory. He thinks Cameron is adorable and experiences cuteness aggression every time they lock eyes. So on so forth.

So with Cameron's Cameronness and Lightning's staunch denial, there's only one way these two would ever get together.

Lightning accidentally confesses.

Be it through an insult gone wrong during the competition, or maybe a freudian slip in a conversation post-RotI, or even him just plain denying any feelings for Cameron unprompted and inadvertantly outing himself as a Cameron Liker through his defensiveness. Either way, Cameron hears this confirmation of returned feelings and all of the knowledge he's accrued from his mother's books/shows comes in swinging - he asks Lightning to have dinner with him. And surprisingly, Lightning accepts.

...Because it's free food, not because he likes the wimp. That's his excuse.

And the two hit it off. Cameron spends the whole first date sweating profusely but miraculously not putting his foot in his mouth. Though he does oftentimes get too technical and booksmart for Lightning to understand what he's saying, but Lightning nods along politely anyway because he finds the enthusiasm on Cameron's face endearing.

In turn, Lightning's initial jibing insults (which, subconciously, he's only really using to keep up appearences) peter off into genuine compliments as he realises that wow, he actually really enjoys spending time with Cameron, and Cameron is really smart but not condecending in the slightest when he asks for elaboration on things he doesn't understand, and Cameron's got a lot of interesting thoughts that he's never considered, and...

Lightning realises that he might be very, very gay for Cameron.

In turn, Cameron's almost vibrating with excitement because he's talking to Lightning, and Lightning is talking back, and there's this natural chemistry between them that even he in all of his inexperience can feel sparking in the air now that Lightning's walls of superiority have finally crumbled somewhat. He's on a date with the boy he likes and it's going really well.

(None of his research could've prepared him for the actual experience of a first date - and oddly enough, Cameron is thankful that he didn't have any preconceived expectations for the night.)

The night goes well, they eat food at some fancy restaurant that Cameron pays for with his winnings, and as they go to leave Lightning - because he's not one to be outshone in the competitive context of being a "good date haver" - gives Cameron a peck at the corner of his mouth. It's brief, a ghost of an action really, but it's enough to have Cameron visibly light up as he returns the favour.

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At some point after they've been going on these dates for a while (Lightning more often than not taking Cameron to various sports games "for the experience", and Cameron indulging Lightning by taking him on hikes whilst he studies the wildlife they come across, ect ect) they breach the topic of being boyfriends in an awkward but sweet conversation that Lightning spends the next few months poking fun at Cameron for.

[erabu-san]

Así que... te encontré por ese precioso dibujo de Tighnari tomando una siesta, luego comencé a navegar por tu blog, ¿y no puedo creer que realmente hayan más personas que disfrutan a Cyno y Tighnari de manera platónica ahí afuera? Para serte sincera, incluso evito las etiquetas de ellos, porque sé que el contenido me va a hacer sentir incómoda, y creo que si digo mucho, probablemente me van a destruir jajaja. Aaah~ esto es genial, muchas gracias, creo que estaré nutriéndome de todas tus publicaciones por un buen tiempo.

HI !! WOAH i am always so happy to know there is platonic Tighnari and Cyno enjoyer as well !! 🥹

We are together in this oomfie !

[possibilistfanfiction]

nightmare for the one word prompts

[a little sad but mostly very silly, butch bea universe]

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'i really don't have to go today,' beatrice says, kissing your forehead before settling down next to you on the couch. you know she means it: beatrice means everything she says, first of all, and you have grown — despite your brain's best efforts to steer you otherwise — to trust her when she offers care. you take her in: her fresh haircut that she gets done every month now, usually neatly parted on the top, messy from sleep; her tender wrists; the soft skin of her thighs; the soft sweater you bought her last christmas, sleeves pulled down over her hands, which are always cold.

you sigh. you had had nightmares — more than one, which is rare this many years later, after the worst of it — and woken up with scars that you don't think about too often, or at least with too much pain or sorrow anymore, aching all over your body. your legs had been pins and needles — worse, you've discovered, than feeling nothing some days — and your spine had ached, the halo feeling your sorrow, sharing in it. beatrice had skipped her typical surf session this morning, partially because she'd woken up with you both times last night, and partially because she's worried. she doesn't try to hide it anymore, her concern written all over her gentle face, in her sweet eyes, her soft hands. you find it nestled along all the small things she did for you in the past two hours: bringing you pain meds along with an easy breakfast of scrambled eggs and your favorite rosemary sourdough toast, doing a few snuffles with korra's morning unkibble so she's calm and ready to work today for whatever you need, helping you, after your glum nod, transfer from bed to your chair. you twist the wedding band around on your finger, focus on the few freckles that sit on the tops of her hands because of her time in the sun. your life is real, you remind yourself. your time on the other side, every endless day you spent in hell, was worth it for this, for beatrice quietly and patiently sitting next to you, soft and always becoming more herself; for your family visiting at the end of the week, camila begging to go to universal studios, lilith grumbling but giving in; for the respect people owe you now, and ready give; for your dog and your bar and the edibles you share with beatrice some nights, easy with laughter, and the farofa you feel confident in making for dinner when your friends come over, a warm offering.

'no,' you decide on, firmly, and you know beatrice will trust you. 'we should go. it'll be fun.'

'it will be fun,' she says, the same gleam in her eye you remember from years ago when she was ready to "maim or kill" (lilith's words) anyone who was in the way of her and the mission, especially once you became involved.

'you remember this is, like, your weekly tennis match for fun, right?'

'of course, ava.'

the way she cracks her knuckles tells you that the for fun is lost on her for the most part. it's endlessly amusing to you, though, and quite harmless — although maybe not to her opponent's pride — so you don't bother to argue any further. 'okay, well, i think angela and ruth wanted to have lunch anyway today after their jazzercise class, so we can watch you play.'

'no catcalling.'

you pout. 'you're my wife.'

'not from you, not from ruth or angela.'

'they're old, bea. let them have some fun.'

'at my expense? no thank you. i need to focus while i compete.'

she's already sitting up straighter, eyes lively. she's playing david today, you think, if you remember the club's "adult intermediate to advanced tennis league" rotation correctly. he's a decent player, and their head to head record is relatively even. he's also a bit of an asshole, and a venture capitalist, so it stands to reason beatrice despises him.

'fine.' you squeeze her hand. 'but can you change your shirt between sets?'

'ava.'

'gratuitously towel off or something at least.'

'ava.'

'whatever,' you say. 'i'm wearing a bikini. at least ruth and angela will appreciate it.'

'oh, i'll appreciate it,' she says, and then laughs softly and leans over to kiss you.

/

everything about beatrice, you decided years ago, is endearing. can she kill a man in, like, one second using just her hand? yes, sure, but you've seen her very skillfully practice her forms every morning for years, barring injury, and frown when anything is off, even by a breath. most people find her precision in all things kind of terrifying, but you've learned that some of it is a trauma response — from her childhood, from being a soldier, from losing you — and some of it is really just how she is. her books sorted exactly how she wants them — by genre, subgenre, and then author's last name — on the bookshelf; the meticulously labeled spices in your pantry, always in both their language of origin and english; her surfboards waxed perfectly and neatly stored in the small shed in your yard. everything about her precision is endearing because you understand her and you love her, and maybe the most endearing, or at least you think some days, is the way she treats rec league club tennis.

no matter how many times you've jokingly reminded her that your club isn't wimbeldon, she likes to wear all white little outfits; men's shorts and, your favorite, a neat polo. in the summer, she favors tanks, which you are not complaining about. she has three racquets and a very impressive bag like all the pros carry onto the court, special towels, pristine sneakers, and, when you're most amused, a wristband she very sincerely wipes her sweaty forehead on. since you'd met she'd loved watching tennis, and she'd taught you — as patiently as she has always taught you anything — the rules, her favorite players (not that it was, like, hard to think serena williams was the best athlete ever), common terms to know. you'd gone out with her a few times to the courts and she'd shown you proper form; you'd found out, eventually from her, that her dream as a little kid was to be a tennis pro, which was so charming and a little unexpected. you had thought she would've wanted to be some kind of scientist, maybe a really good lawyer, but her brother had dug out some pictures of little beatrice in her tennis getup, her expression so, so serious for a nine year old, and you'd fallen in love all over again.

she listens to her "pump-up music" — a lot of pop, surprisingly — as she drives you both to the club, focused already in her tennis outfit, complete with a quarterzip warmup top and everything. you're endlessly amused by her, in a way that most people are too intimidated to be, and you think it's good for her, to feel human, to not be taken so seriously when she should get to just enjoy things. your pain meds are helping by the time you get to the club, the pins and needles down your legs leveling out, the halo shaking off some of its deep sorrow, the memories of torture and abject aloneness that sometimes show up in your dreams. today is bright and sunny, the bluest sky, and your friends wave to you once you get out to the tables near the tennis courts. beatrice says a quick hello and then bustles off to start her very precise warm up routine, and you all wait until she's out of earshot to share a fond laugh.

'david today?'

'i swear she was rewatching coco and iga's last match yesterday to prepare.'

ruth pats your hand and angela orders a charcuterie for the table, gets prosecco for ruth and herself and — they both know you well enough by now that your chair usually means you've had to take medication, which you don't mix with alcohol — a cranberry soda for you, your favorite.

david shows up a few minutes later as you're gossiping, angela gasping at ruth's latest escapades with her new boyfriend while you laugh delightedly. he's the kind of muscular dude that likes to run along the beach shirtless because he thinks it's impressive but really it just looks ridiculous, the kind of dude that would give unwanted pointers in the gym. you don't have a disdain for him like beatrice does, because he's never done anything abhorrent to you personally, but when you see her steely gaze as he goes to his bench on the court, you get it. and, also, it's hot, so, like, you shoot a quick thanks to david and his douchey backwards cap for that.

/

things go just about as you'd expected: beatrice plays with the amount of passion you'd see in a wimbeldon final, and angela and ruth relentlessly whistle and cheer and boo. the charcuterie has a new truffle havarti you're all in love with, and the bottle of prosecco gets split happily while you watch. it's a fairly even match — david hits harder than beatrice but is slower and definitely stupider — and she wins the first set 6 games to 4. she gets mad at him for serving too slowly, and they briefly have an argument over whether or not one of his backhands was in. it's all deeply ridiculous for an afternoon at in an amateur club league, but beatrice and her overhand serves get you every single time.

she's down a break in the second set when she hits a drop shot that has david falling over his own feet, and you know it's over then. the second bea realizes someone is truly out of sorts, in any scenario, she's already won.

they shake hands after the match is over, beatrice taking the second set much quicker than the first, and then she makes her way over to your table and sits, very satisfied, in the chair next to you, a towel around her neck.

'my champion,' you say, and she rolls her eyes, accepting the congratulatory beer angela had already ordered for her as the last game was winding down with a thankful nod.

'great match, beatrice,' ruth says, half-sincere, half-teasing, but beatrice smiles anyway. sometimes, things are not good; sometimes, on the worst days, even now, even still, even with all this love, you still remember what it was like to suffer alone — without feeling, with too much feeling — for so much of your life. but beatrice slips into her quarterzip next to you and you smell sweat and laundry detergent and the pomade she puts in her hair, you feel the sun warming along your back and you hear the small group of children starting their lesson, laughing brightly. beatrice holds your hand and you'll nap later; you'll order takeout from your favorite thai place and watch the sunset on your patio; you'll fall asleep in her arms. you'll wake up and do it all over again — the loneliness, the pain, the longing — just for this.

[thejellyfishgentleman]

what is tickling was a sport though?

THERE IS LITERALLY A BEAN BAG THROWING SPORT OKAY?!

CAN WE JUST HAVE ONE THING?!

it’s like a wrestling thing where you take turns finding your opponents tickle spots cause let’s be real if my noodle would immediately get rocked.

but yeah thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[apatheticcanid]

this is beanie my mini/moyen poodle hes cute and sweet and one of the reasons i stay alive

[trident-dragion]

Every Yugipedia tips page has at least one or two of these: "This card can be searched by {20 different cards, very few of which are actually good}" "I saw an anime character do this once" "This card pairs extremely well with {card nobody in their right mind would use in the same deck as subject}" "If you're playing a modern deck and your opponent is playing a deck from 2005, you can try this" "This card has a weakness that can be addressed with this card that has no use outside of that particular case. You can simply just draw it after you have the subject on your field"

[clemkesh]

aaaaaaaaah