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Thursday, April 24, 2008

"THE OPPOSITE OF LOVE ISN'T HATE. IT'S DIFFERENCE. IF YOU HATE ME, IT MEANS YOU STILL CARE."

Marcia Cross on Desperate Housewives.

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Wake-up call

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

On one of the last lectures, my lecturer mentioned, "Paradigms are a simplification of Reality." In my mind was, "After these 8 or so months of lectures, you are only waking us up now."

My theory.

PARADIGM ... SIMPLIFICATION OF REALITY ... ASSUMPTIONS ... DREAMERS

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A Different Perspective

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adonred with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.

And she felt alone.

And she thought: 'I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.'

The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said, 'Now you have everything you could possibly want.' However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realised what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. 'Why have you come?' she asked Death. 'So you can fly once more with him across the sky.' Death replied. 'If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, now you need me in order to find him again.'

Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

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Thursday, April 03, 2008

I can't believe that I received such service from POPULAR today, and specifically Toa Payoh HDB Hub Popular.

My phone was only picked up after the 6th attempt (bless my patience; are they that busy?) and then was told to hold on after stating my request, being told that someone else will help me. After being on-hold for 3minutes, I told myself just a little while more, people may be really busy.
From my house to the bus stop which is 10minutes walk, I still have yet to get anyone attending to my request!!! All I heard was shuffling of feet, people complaining that they are supposed to be off at 430pm (like that's any business of mine and it was audible for me to hear that) and more stapling of papers.
Popular @ Toa Payoh so big meh? 10minutes whoever supposed to attend to me also cannot reach the office. Putting my call on-hold can play some nice music or not, even the typical one also can lea, not letting me overheard your office politics and complaints seriously.
Luckily, subsequently my call was not picked up, if not I'll really be annoying.

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Do some people really think others have the entire time available in the world to wait?
2 days of annoyance. No one better step on my tail.

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"Tired"

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Is it that difficult to ever tell someone that, "I'll be late" or "I'll be there in an hour's time" or simply whatever reason is there to any lateness? Imagine, everytime you are out you've to wait for someone for at least 15minutes, then 30minutes, then 60+minutes, then 120+minutes and whatever else next.

And now, imagine, not even sms-ing, let alone calling, to inform you last minute, "I can't make it. Sorry." Ok, fine, maybe omit the sorry.

"I'll be there shortly." To me that's so subjective. So if anyone ever want to use that please state the time frame. My equivalent of "shortly" is like 20minutes at most. For goodness sake, even Nokia phones have templates for sms on lateness. It's not like it takes you half an hour to send an sms. It takes at most a minute.

Rumbling. Grumbling can go on and on. I'm can't help but to admit that I'm totally annoyed today. And I'm so absolute I'm not pms-ing. Don't ever test my patience like that. Totally.

On a very much lighter note, thanks to Eugena's company, the aim to catch The Orphanage was fulfilled. How very much lighter when it's not even a comedy. A rather sad show. Horror films are sad somewhy.

-Sign Off @ 10:33 PM :)