Had an interesting discussion with someone today. Made me realize something.
I was whinging about the status of some of my friendships. You try and you try, but there's some instances in which I think even Mr Churchill was wrong - sometimes it's just time to give up. The person I was having the conversation agrees with me, and said something along the lines of, "Yup. Sometimes you think it's a pity. But then, it's better putting effort into other friendships worth saving."
Problem is, there was a time when I thought various currently doomed friendships were valuble, were worth saving. I guess some things are just too hard to predict.
Fortunately, some friendships are worth it. Some friendships are worth the effort, some worth the heartache, worth the pain.
Give up on what is already doomed. Save it for what could potentially last.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
August 27, '08
- Almost got kidnapped today by kookaburra-voiced egg-throwing randoms as well as beaten up by a rather determined housemate grabbing fiercely onto an old golf club.
- Bioenviro was hilarious today. Cracked up on a few comments people made re: E. Coli and pH.
- Dinner was good tonight. There are some people that are just really easy to talk to. Thanks, matey.
- Bioenviro was hilarious today. Cracked up on a few comments people made re: E. Coli and pH.
- Dinner was good tonight. There are some people that are just really easy to talk to. Thanks, matey.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
August 24, '08
Mixed signals. I see myself giving them. I hear myself saying one thing, then saying the complete opposite. It's just as well that I don't talk to myself. Otherwise I would punch me for being so ... confusing.
Feeling safe - experience today convinced me that it was the heart of it all. Something about being physically near something trustable and familiar... rare moments of peace, rare moments of calm, rare moments of feeling.. so... good. Just a familiar presence standing in the corner of a big, empty hall can make the hall seem so much less big, so much less empty.
Sometimes there's no resolution. Sometimes there's just compromise. Ideally, most want resolution. Realistically, we'll have to deal with compromise.
Besides, the compromise isn't always that bad.
Feeling safe - experience today convinced me that it was the heart of it all. Something about being physically near something trustable and familiar... rare moments of peace, rare moments of calm, rare moments of feeling.. so... good. Just a familiar presence standing in the corner of a big, empty hall can make the hall seem so much less big, so much less empty.
Sometimes there's no resolution. Sometimes there's just compromise. Ideally, most want resolution. Realistically, we'll have to deal with compromise.
Besides, the compromise isn't always that bad.
Friday, August 22, 2008
August 22, '08
Meant to write yesterday.. but forgot - there was a pigeon in one of my lectures. Apparently bird species are quite prevalent in classrooms in Singapore, but it was a first for me at Melbourne Uni. The thing is, it wasn't even in one of those outdoorsy sort of lecture theatres... Prince Phillip Theatre, actually, in the architecture building. The whole class jumped when the cheeky little creature flew across the front of the lecture hall. It certainly gave me a fright when it just popped out from under my seat. It amused me though. I love staring contests with animals. Makes me laugh.
Was waiting for a tram today, was thinking, isn't it interesting how even just a line of trees just outside one building can all have leaves with different shades of green? I mean, if you just ask anyone, "Hey, what colour are trees?" assuming they don't think it's a trick question and aren't colour blind, I reckon most people will say green. But if you actually examine closely, all threes have leaves of different shades of green (well, of course other colours too, but red/brown/orange colours aren't really in abundant in Melbourne these days). The shade, on one tree, is quite consistent though... There's no particular point I'm trying to make with this paragraph. It's just an observation.
I'm glad I was able to inspire some people. It was truly, truly unintentional. I guess it's cool when sometimes you don't try and you manage to do something good. Cuz... lots of times you try really really really hard and you still fail.
What inspires me, and what inspired me today, was hearing others' experiences. Was unexpected, but much needed and much appreciated. Thanks, matey =)
Was waiting for a tram today, was thinking, isn't it interesting how even just a line of trees just outside one building can all have leaves with different shades of green? I mean, if you just ask anyone, "Hey, what colour are trees?" assuming they don't think it's a trick question and aren't colour blind, I reckon most people will say green. But if you actually examine closely, all threes have leaves of different shades of green (well, of course other colours too, but red/brown/orange colours aren't really in abundant in Melbourne these days). The shade, on one tree, is quite consistent though... There's no particular point I'm trying to make with this paragraph. It's just an observation.
I'm glad I was able to inspire some people. It was truly, truly unintentional. I guess it's cool when sometimes you don't try and you manage to do something good. Cuz... lots of times you try really really really hard and you still fail.
What inspires me, and what inspired me today, was hearing others' experiences. Was unexpected, but much needed and much appreciated. Thanks, matey =)
Ice cream
For all your life, you've loved ice cream. You probably don't understand what I mean by love... let me explain. It's like, people generally look forward to the weekend to take a break from work, or to go meet up with friends, or to go and see a funny show..... you look forward to the weekend because you could potentially eat ice cream for 48 hours. Not that you would... just a few tubs here and there, but just the idea of being able to consume the thing, it makes you smile. People ask you about this strange passion - is it the taste? texture? smell? It's all, you reply.
Experience shows though, that this ice cream makes you sick. The ice cream makes your face pale, your body shake, and your kidneys work like no other. The remains, after what has been digested in your body, exits your body from both sides, producing a rather unique and unforgettable odour.
Everyone else thinks you're insane. They, for one, can't stand ice cream. They faint in its presence. Haven't touched the beast for 10 odd years. But, putting asides their personal preferences for desserts, they also argue, you're 21, for goodness sakes. Grow up. It's not like you don't have any alternatives. All the cakes, sweets, and fruit tarts in the world are just an arms length away. In fact, you have people lining up at your house, knocking at your door, wanting you to try their latest invention. Why not try some of them instead? You might find that you actually like them too, and that they, unlike ice cream, does not make you sick.
After awhile, you yourself begin to think, what was is about the ice cream that you like so much anyway? Your mind draws to a blank. What is it about the other delicacies that puts you off? You don't know. When was the last time you actually truly enjoyed eating ice cream? You can't remember.
You begin to think that... maybe while you once liked ice cream, once loved it, in fact, it's just not something that excites you anymore. The reason you still go after it is that you have for al ong time, and it has just become a habit. For so long, everytime you thought of the thing, your brain sent certain signals, such that it is now automatically programmed to do so, independent of your feelings/wants. But the taste that once sent chemicals flying to around your body, the smell that used to make your mouth wet, the texture that seemed to complement all the bumps on your tongue.... all this, you experience no more.
...
When I was young, I fell to the ground and injured myself chasing after an ice cream man. I should've taken it as a sign.
Experience shows though, that this ice cream makes you sick. The ice cream makes your face pale, your body shake, and your kidneys work like no other. The remains, after what has been digested in your body, exits your body from both sides, producing a rather unique and unforgettable odour.
Everyone else thinks you're insane. They, for one, can't stand ice cream. They faint in its presence. Haven't touched the beast for 10 odd years. But, putting asides their personal preferences for desserts, they also argue, you're 21, for goodness sakes. Grow up. It's not like you don't have any alternatives. All the cakes, sweets, and fruit tarts in the world are just an arms length away. In fact, you have people lining up at your house, knocking at your door, wanting you to try their latest invention. Why not try some of them instead? You might find that you actually like them too, and that they, unlike ice cream, does not make you sick.
After awhile, you yourself begin to think, what was is about the ice cream that you like so much anyway? Your mind draws to a blank. What is it about the other delicacies that puts you off? You don't know. When was the last time you actually truly enjoyed eating ice cream? You can't remember.
You begin to think that... maybe while you once liked ice cream, once loved it, in fact, it's just not something that excites you anymore. The reason you still go after it is that you have for al ong time, and it has just become a habit. For so long, everytime you thought of the thing, your brain sent certain signals, such that it is now automatically programmed to do so, independent of your feelings/wants. But the taste that once sent chemicals flying to around your body, the smell that used to make your mouth wet, the texture that seemed to complement all the bumps on your tongue.... all this, you experience no more.
...
When I was young, I fell to the ground and injured myself chasing after an ice cream man. I should've taken it as a sign.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Relaxation.
I've been instructed to try and stop turning everything into an intellectual exercise, and instead, feel (sensory) more. Sight, smell, hear, touch and taste. Sounds a bit... wishy-washy. But apparently it will help. Unfortunately, it's a bit too hard to achieve.
Intellectualize less: apparently that's what I do, but I don't really get what it means. All I know is the brain is always working. It's hard to do nothing. e.g. In lectures, if the lecturer is being boring, I quickly scan subsequent slides, and if I understand it already, I stop listening. Not being able to do nothing, I start sms-ing, reading the news on my phone, looking around at fellow classmates... another e.g: At a party the other night, everyone was dancing, really really into it, and no matter how hard I tried, my head wasn't in it. One could attribute it to my horrific dancing skills, but what I found hardest was not to start looking around, thinking about something else. Mind doesn't seem to shut-down, or even go on standby, not even when I'm sleeping.
Feel more: I asked what this meant. Apparently, to use the five sense more. Suggestions I got were taking hot baths, doing yoga, putting up scented candles, touch / be touched. Those that know me would know I inwardly scoffed at such suggestions. Most were quite uncharacteristic of me.
I was asked what I did for relaxation. Thing is, I don't have any activity in which relaxation is the goal. Some things turn out to be relaxing, of course, like sitting at the beach watching the waves... but usually only when there's time for that. Take photos... that is something that I find very relaxing, and satisfying, when good results are produced.
Of course, there are other relaxing activities. Ones that bring the mind to an abrupt halt, ones that makes you forget completely everything else that is going on in the world. But... such activities, in my words, are not sustainable. Most others would say, activities that are "bad for you".
Hence, I am open to suggestions. Suggestions for relaxing activities that calms the mind and decreases brain activity.
Criteria: the activity must be "good for you".
Intellectualize less: apparently that's what I do, but I don't really get what it means. All I know is the brain is always working. It's hard to do nothing. e.g. In lectures, if the lecturer is being boring, I quickly scan subsequent slides, and if I understand it already, I stop listening. Not being able to do nothing, I start sms-ing, reading the news on my phone, looking around at fellow classmates... another e.g: At a party the other night, everyone was dancing, really really into it, and no matter how hard I tried, my head wasn't in it. One could attribute it to my horrific dancing skills, but what I found hardest was not to start looking around, thinking about something else. Mind doesn't seem to shut-down, or even go on standby, not even when I'm sleeping.
Feel more: I asked what this meant. Apparently, to use the five sense more. Suggestions I got were taking hot baths, doing yoga, putting up scented candles, touch / be touched. Those that know me would know I inwardly scoffed at such suggestions. Most were quite uncharacteristic of me.
I was asked what I did for relaxation. Thing is, I don't have any activity in which relaxation is the goal. Some things turn out to be relaxing, of course, like sitting at the beach watching the waves... but usually only when there's time for that. Take photos... that is something that I find very relaxing, and satisfying, when good results are produced.
Of course, there are other relaxing activities. Ones that bring the mind to an abrupt halt, ones that makes you forget completely everything else that is going on in the world. But... such activities, in my words, are not sustainable. Most others would say, activities that are "bad for you".
Hence, I am open to suggestions. Suggestions for relaxing activities that calms the mind and decreases brain activity.
Criteria: the activity must be "good for you".
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Blood rush.
Need to feel fluid flowing through body.
Need to feel blood running.
If no flow... we may as well be corpses.
Do what it takes to keep the blood flowing.
Feel good.
Need to feel blood running.
If no flow... we may as well be corpses.
Do what it takes to keep the blood flowing.
Feel good.
Monday, August 18, 2008
August 18, '08
Egg.sauce.ted. Received process development report outline. My no sleep begins now and will continue for the next 10 weeks.
Ongoings of Lytton St household: "Mr XX is coming for dinner tomorrow night. I told him you're famous for your lasagne. He'll be here at 7... thanks Kei!" Haha... in the end, I couldn't make the lasagne due a pan being lent out. Dinner was good.
Something I say to people on an occasionally-regular basis: "If you're wondering whether you should call, the correct answer is always that you should." If people don't want to talk, they'll turn off their phone, they'll screen your call, they'll shout profanities into your ear when they pick up. Alright, being cursed isn't that pleasant... but still, point is, call. Experience tells me the majority are waiting, hoping someone will call. Strip down the pride, call, rock up, dare to show you care, acknowledge people's existence.
Luck/unluck is always a factor. Qantas's currently state, I feel, is a prime example. Forgetting to empty the toilets and therefore having to divert the plane to the closest city? That's plain unlucky, especially in light of all the other incidents that have happened in the last few weeks. It was a mistake of the ground crew. It could've happened to anyone, at anytime. It happened today, to Qantas, because of unluck.
OH. Keep meaning to write bout this but keep forgetting. Recently, quite a few people have come up to me and told me they read Nothing of Particular Importance. Just want to say a word of thanks. Certainly, all readers are welcome, and it is open to all, but it still freaks me out sometimes when I "accidentally discover" people that I didn't know read it are regularly customers.. Would rather know straight up, it seems less deceptive, although the reason for that is completely unjustified.
Laughing is good. Sleeping is good. Hence, going to climb into bed now. Hopefully sleep will happen. Perhaps even some laughing. Funny dreams?
Ongoings of Lytton St household: "Mr XX is coming for dinner tomorrow night. I told him you're famous for your lasagne. He'll be here at 7... thanks Kei!" Haha... in the end, I couldn't make the lasagne due a pan being lent out. Dinner was good.
Something I say to people on an occasionally-regular basis: "If you're wondering whether you should call, the correct answer is always that you should." If people don't want to talk, they'll turn off their phone, they'll screen your call, they'll shout profanities into your ear when they pick up. Alright, being cursed isn't that pleasant... but still, point is, call. Experience tells me the majority are waiting, hoping someone will call. Strip down the pride, call, rock up, dare to show you care, acknowledge people's existence.
Luck/unluck is always a factor. Qantas's currently state, I feel, is a prime example. Forgetting to empty the toilets and therefore having to divert the plane to the closest city? That's plain unlucky, especially in light of all the other incidents that have happened in the last few weeks. It was a mistake of the ground crew. It could've happened to anyone, at anytime. It happened today, to Qantas, because of unluck.
OH. Keep meaning to write bout this but keep forgetting. Recently, quite a few people have come up to me and told me they read Nothing of Particular Importance. Just want to say a word of thanks. Certainly, all readers are welcome, and it is open to all, but it still freaks me out sometimes when I "accidentally discover" people that I didn't know read it are regularly customers.. Would rather know straight up, it seems less deceptive, although the reason for that is completely unjustified.
Laughing is good. Sleeping is good. Hence, going to climb into bed now. Hopefully sleep will happen. Perhaps even some laughing. Funny dreams?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
August 17, '08
- I saw a cute dog today.
- Service at Papagino's is terrible; don't know why I keep going.
- Two ways to live, two ways to die.
- Roger Federer won doubles gold. Go, Fed-Express.
- I want an SLR camera. Don't know why, but leaning towards Nikon.
There are two lil monkeys wrestling in my mind. One has been winning for quite a long time. That's the one that doesn't think, the one that loses control, the one that gets hurt.
The other lil monkey is getting stronger though. I guess being punched ten times makes one immune to pain. Either that, or the bee has lost its sting, the sword is now blunt, what used to hurt... hurts no more.
Hm. Moving forward, moving on. Haven't quite reached the pot of gold yet, but definitely over the steep part of the rainbow. Provided no more setbacks, no more distractions, no more nonsense.
Cruise control. Dandelions - sleep time.
- Service at Papagino's is terrible; don't know why I keep going.
- Two ways to live, two ways to die.
- Roger Federer won doubles gold. Go, Fed-Express.
- I want an SLR camera. Don't know why, but leaning towards Nikon.
There are two lil monkeys wrestling in my mind. One has been winning for quite a long time. That's the one that doesn't think, the one that loses control, the one that gets hurt.
The other lil monkey is getting stronger though. I guess being punched ten times makes one immune to pain. Either that, or the bee has lost its sting, the sword is now blunt, what used to hurt... hurts no more.
Hm. Moving forward, moving on. Haven't quite reached the pot of gold yet, but definitely over the steep part of the rainbow. Provided no more setbacks, no more distractions, no more nonsense.
Cruise control. Dandelions - sleep time.
Friday, August 15, 2008
I'm incredible.
Sometimes I just have to give myself a pat on the back, cuz damn, I'm pretty incredible.
Disclaimer begins: I'm pretty lousy in a lot of areas. Example: clumsy, forgetful, always misplacing things, etc. I also have some pretty lousy characteristics - absolutely no patience with a lot of people, I'm one of those people you wouldn't want to be your prac partner if you have no idea what's going on. I'm lousy at singing too. Disclaimer ends.
But, today I'm not going to put myself down. Today I'm pretty impressed with myself. I'm pretty incredible. In fact, I'm unbelievably impressed with myself.
I'm impressed I can put up with so much of people's nonsense. I'm impressed I can time and time again enter into the same ridiculous situations and listen to people's incessant, pointless chatter. I'm impressed I can go into a conversation, knowing that I will feel worse at the end of it, because we all just oh-so-love being mocked and put down. Survived before, history tells me I'll survive again.
I'm incredible.
Good work, Kei.
Disclaimer begins: I'm pretty lousy in a lot of areas. Example: clumsy, forgetful, always misplacing things, etc. I also have some pretty lousy characteristics - absolutely no patience with a lot of people, I'm one of those people you wouldn't want to be your prac partner if you have no idea what's going on. I'm lousy at singing too. Disclaimer ends.
But, today I'm not going to put myself down. Today I'm pretty impressed with myself. I'm pretty incredible. In fact, I'm unbelievably impressed with myself.
I'm impressed I can put up with so much of people's nonsense. I'm impressed I can time and time again enter into the same ridiculous situations and listen to people's incessant, pointless chatter. I'm impressed I can go into a conversation, knowing that I will feel worse at the end of it, because we all just oh-so-love being mocked and put down. Survived before, history tells me I'll survive again.
I'm incredible.
Good work, Kei.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
What counts?
I'm getting tired of people acting like people count for nothing.
Prime example: making time for people. I mean SERIOUSLY. Yes, people are busy. I'm busy, you're busy, the world's busy, the 21st century Western world could probably quite accurately be described by the word "busyness". But for GOODNESS SAKES. There are 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 30 days a month (approximately). Surely in 5,000 hours of busyness, people could make time for people...?
To me, sending one sms a month saying "hiiiii how are you?" is not considered making time. To me, running into someone on the street and saying to them, "HIII it's been too long, let's catch up" but totally not following-up on it is not makign time. To me, calling someone up to say, "HIII how are you oh by the way can I borrow your xxxxx and can you teach me yyyyy" is not considered making time.
Perhaps that's just the way it is now. It seems that people will only meet up with others if there is a special occasion, or, in less of a euphemistic way of saying it, if there is an obligation to. Example - required to attend a birthday celebration, required to attend a 21st.
Or, people will only bother to call up if they know disaster is falling. "Oh no, I heard that Jimmy is in the hospital, I guess I have to pay him a visit!" or "Oh no, Jimmy's dog just died, I guess I have to give him a call." The "oh no" of both exclamations, by the way, is reference to the fact that this unfortunate person will now have to be *severly* inconvenienced as a result of Jimmy's situations, not because of Jimmy's situation at all.
I guess thinking positively, at least there's a shred of sensitivity left in humanity - that in times of crisis, we know to reach out. But it's not everyday someone is in the hospitals. It's not everyday someone's beloved pet iguana died. It's not everyday that someone's having a crisis. But it IS everyday that people need to feel cared for, people need to be encouraged, people need to think that they matter. Even if someone is having an absolutely brilliant day, I would argue that they would get greater satisfaction if they could share it with someone.
The most PATHETIC excuse, from my point of view, is the Christians that claim they're too busy because of church commitments, too busy going to Bible study or leader's meeting or this and that. Why does this irritate me most? Because one of the main teachings, and even preachings, of the Christian belief is to love others as Christ loves them. Then for GOODNESS SAKES show a bit of that love.
Right. Final semester, fourth year engineering. Yes, it's supposed to be a hard year. Yes, it is a lot of work. And yes, I need to almost become a slave to my wastewater treatment plant if I have any hope in redeeming my rapidly slipping marks from the last two semesters. And I have been working hard. Uni is hovering near the top in terms of priorities. But no, it is not my life.
An hour in 5000. Is that too much to ask?
Perhaps people don't count after all.
Prime example: making time for people. I mean SERIOUSLY. Yes, people are busy. I'm busy, you're busy, the world's busy, the 21st century Western world could probably quite accurately be described by the word "busyness". But for GOODNESS SAKES. There are 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 30 days a month (approximately). Surely in 5,000 hours of busyness, people could make time for people...?
To me, sending one sms a month saying "hiiiii how are you?" is not considered making time. To me, running into someone on the street and saying to them, "HIII it's been too long, let's catch up" but totally not following-up on it is not makign time. To me, calling someone up to say, "HIII how are you oh by the way can I borrow your xxxxx and can you teach me yyyyy" is not considered making time.
Perhaps that's just the way it is now. It seems that people will only meet up with others if there is a special occasion, or, in less of a euphemistic way of saying it, if there is an obligation to. Example - required to attend a birthday celebration, required to attend a 21st.
Or, people will only bother to call up if they know disaster is falling. "Oh no, I heard that Jimmy is in the hospital, I guess I have to pay him a visit!" or "Oh no, Jimmy's dog just died, I guess I have to give him a call." The "oh no" of both exclamations, by the way, is reference to the fact that this unfortunate person will now have to be *severly* inconvenienced as a result of Jimmy's situations, not because of Jimmy's situation at all.
I guess thinking positively, at least there's a shred of sensitivity left in humanity - that in times of crisis, we know to reach out. But it's not everyday someone is in the hospitals. It's not everyday someone's beloved pet iguana died. It's not everyday that someone's having a crisis. But it IS everyday that people need to feel cared for, people need to be encouraged, people need to think that they matter. Even if someone is having an absolutely brilliant day, I would argue that they would get greater satisfaction if they could share it with someone.
The most PATHETIC excuse, from my point of view, is the Christians that claim they're too busy because of church commitments, too busy going to Bible study or leader's meeting or this and that. Why does this irritate me most? Because one of the main teachings, and even preachings, of the Christian belief is to love others as Christ loves them. Then for GOODNESS SAKES show a bit of that love.
Right. Final semester, fourth year engineering. Yes, it's supposed to be a hard year. Yes, it is a lot of work. And yes, I need to almost become a slave to my wastewater treatment plant if I have any hope in redeeming my rapidly slipping marks from the last two semesters. And I have been working hard. Uni is hovering near the top in terms of priorities. But no, it is not my life.
An hour in 5000. Is that too much to ask?
Perhaps people don't count after all.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
August 10, 2008
Believe in the existence of God. Check.
Believe that Jesus came into the world to die for humanity's sins. Check.
Believe that if we turn our lives to Christ, we will have eternal life. Check.
Believe that if we do not repent, we will go to hell. Check.
Turn life to Christ? No check.
Mind's believes in certain consequences of certain action. But the muscles/thoughts/energy driving certain action is currently completely independent of the mind's beliefs. Why? Don't know. How to change? Don't know.
Perhaps queries on the goodness of God, on whether he is fair, on whether he can be trusted... all those are just excuses to justify inaction. Perhaps I don't really care about God. Perhaps I don't really care about following him. And perhaps I don't really care about the consequences of this attitude of indifference. Tried a lot to change. Change isn't coming. Time to stop trying.
On an unrelated note, I drove to uni today. That's right. Far too cold to walk or cycle. Let's save the environment all the way.
Believe that Jesus came into the world to die for humanity's sins. Check.
Believe that if we turn our lives to Christ, we will have eternal life. Check.
Believe that if we do not repent, we will go to hell. Check.
Turn life to Christ? No check.
Mind's believes in certain consequences of certain action. But the muscles/thoughts/energy driving certain action is currently completely independent of the mind's beliefs. Why? Don't know. How to change? Don't know.
Perhaps queries on the goodness of God, on whether he is fair, on whether he can be trusted... all those are just excuses to justify inaction. Perhaps I don't really care about God. Perhaps I don't really care about following him. And perhaps I don't really care about the consequences of this attitude of indifference. Tried a lot to change. Change isn't coming. Time to stop trying.
On an unrelated note, I drove to uni today. That's right. Far too cold to walk or cycle. Let's save the environment all the way.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Email.Email.Email.
A bit sick of replying them. Feel like that's what I do the whole day, replying emails. Just when I feel like I've cleared my inbox, another 5 new emails pop up.
Of course not all emails are irritating. Ones that inform me about a job offer, for example, is often welcomed. Funny jokes that people send occasionally, albeit a bit dirty, can be interesting. Or the "HIII we haven't talked in ages and I was just thinking of you and decided to drop you a line and see if you wanted to meet up" is fantastic.
BUT. Those emails make up 5%. The other 95%. OH MY GOODNESS. Emails organizing meeting times, changing meeting locations, the one with six different files attached that you have to spend about an hour pondering over, and the ones that just go back and forth deciding where to go, what to do, what to wear, how come fish live in water....
Alright, maybe not. But it is rather tiring having to reply emails all the time. I guess it's better than six million text messages about similar issues. Not that 10 MB of blood degradation related topics could fit in the memory of my humble little Nokia 6120, but who knows.
I should stop whinging. Seriously. Email is a great tool. I actually love it. Usually, if I can't be bothered to call someone, I'll just email them, even if it's just one line, like "Your turn to bring food" - and then feel a bit lighter because have handballed the responsibility to someone else and can totally forget about it. Too bad if they don't check their email often. Saves you from having to go through the "Oh how are you" small talk that you are forced to make over the phone.
The oh-lets-be-oh-so-polite emails, the ones that often end with "kind regards" or "yours sincerely" OHMYOHMY I am sick of them.
In conclusion. Send me an email. Send me an email that I can reply in a simple, one word, "haha", to.
I might love you for life.
***
Ok I am not in a nice mood today. Missed various busses and late to various meetings. Not an excuse, just an explanation. Unreliable public transport. SIGHSER.
Next time, I will write a nice post. A heartwarming, loving, awwwwwwwww post.
But for today, anagram of CUFK, to keep this blog open to General Audiences.
Of course not all emails are irritating. Ones that inform me about a job offer, for example, is often welcomed. Funny jokes that people send occasionally, albeit a bit dirty, can be interesting. Or the "HIII we haven't talked in ages and I was just thinking of you and decided to drop you a line and see if you wanted to meet up" is fantastic.
BUT. Those emails make up 5%. The other 95%. OH MY GOODNESS. Emails organizing meeting times, changing meeting locations, the one with six different files attached that you have to spend about an hour pondering over, and the ones that just go back and forth deciding where to go, what to do, what to wear, how come fish live in water....
Alright, maybe not. But it is rather tiring having to reply emails all the time. I guess it's better than six million text messages about similar issues. Not that 10 MB of blood degradation related topics could fit in the memory of my humble little Nokia 6120, but who knows.
I should stop whinging. Seriously. Email is a great tool. I actually love it. Usually, if I can't be bothered to call someone, I'll just email them, even if it's just one line, like "Your turn to bring food" - and then feel a bit lighter because have handballed the responsibility to someone else and can totally forget about it. Too bad if they don't check their email often. Saves you from having to go through the "Oh how are you" small talk that you are forced to make over the phone.
The oh-lets-be-oh-so-polite emails, the ones that often end with "kind regards" or "yours sincerely" OHMYOHMY I am sick of them.
In conclusion. Send me an email. Send me an email that I can reply in a simple, one word, "haha", to.
I might love you for life.
***
Ok I am not in a nice mood today. Missed various busses and late to various meetings. Not an excuse, just an explanation. Unreliable public transport. SIGHSER.
Next time, I will write a nice post. A heartwarming, loving, awwwwwwwww post.
But for today, anagram of CUFK, to keep this blog open to General Audiences.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Fuzz.
Fuzz. Fuzzy. Fuzz. Fuzzy. Fuzz.
Squiggly lines zig zag zig zag zig zagging across.
Motion. Swirly movement. Up down round and around.
Droplets. Colloids. Floating sinking rising falling.
No more thinking. Exhausted.
Do whatever you like. Think whatever you like.
I'll oblige. I'll agree. I'll give in. I'll obey.
Too tired to try. Too tired to care.
Nothing but fuzz.
Fuzzy fuzzly fuzziness.
Squiggly lines zig zag zig zag zig zagging across.
Motion. Swirly movement. Up down round and around.
Droplets. Colloids. Floating sinking rising falling.
No more thinking. Exhausted.
Do whatever you like. Think whatever you like.
I'll oblige. I'll agree. I'll give in. I'll obey.
Too tired to try. Too tired to care.
Nothing but fuzz.
Fuzzy fuzzly fuzziness.
Monday, August 4, 2008
A Lil' bit of kindness.
18 hours of horror. 18 hours of pain.
Kindness goes a long way though: SMS-es, phone calls, people calling to ask for advice, people offering to go out and buy me things that I need... my DP group seems very understanding too. Extraordinarily so. It worries me a little.
Yes, 18 hours of horror. 18 hours of pain. But in the 18 hours, there was probably a sum total of 1 hour of kindness. And the one hour of kindness erased away the 18 hours of pain.
A little bit of kindness can go a long way.
Kindness goes a long way though: SMS-es, phone calls, people calling to ask for advice, people offering to go out and buy me things that I need... my DP group seems very understanding too. Extraordinarily so. It worries me a little.
Yes, 18 hours of horror. 18 hours of pain. But in the 18 hours, there was probably a sum total of 1 hour of kindness. And the one hour of kindness erased away the 18 hours of pain.
A little bit of kindness can go a long way.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Ring ring...
2 hours away from phone - 11 miscalls. You would think that one would feel loved.
I don't.
I don't.
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