Life's a bitch
Life's a bitch. Period. Thou we may all readily agree with the statement - all men are equal. We don't have to live long before discovering that life treats some better than others. Life's inequities shows up on many levels. Cancer ravages the body of a child , while a hard-drinking chain-smoker lives to a ripe old age. Some people enjoy good health, others don't. Some have physical disabilities, others have amazing abilities. Some worked like dogs and remain poor, while others are born to wealth or seem to get all the breaks.
I used to live with great grief, utterly convinced that i am getting the worst end of the deal from life. But i soon realize that there's really no point carrying that extra burden of thought with me. Life's unfair, this is something we must learn to accept without resentment. Be enlightened by the word - contentment. Or as the chinese would put it (my favourite way of putting it too.) - zhi zhu chang le.
Life's a bitch. Accept it.
23.11.03
The mayonnaise jar
I have always found it a chore to clear 200+ mails from my inbox every weekend, but why do i still do it painstakingly week in, week out? Well, because you will never know what you might find amidst all the junk. Like this little gem i found today. Cheers to Damien for forwarding this to me.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar were full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar were full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar were full.
The students responded with an unanimous yes.
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.. The golf balls are the important things-your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions-things that if everything else were lost, and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else-the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
I have always found it a chore to clear 200+ mails from my inbox every weekend, but why do i still do it painstakingly week in, week out? Well, because you will never know what you might find amidst all the junk. Like this little gem i found today. Cheers to Damien for forwarding this to me.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar were full.
They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar were full.
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar were full.
The students responded with an unanimous yes.
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.. The golf balls are the important things-your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions-things that if everything else were lost, and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else-the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
22.11.03
Going home
Things have been poping up successively for the past, say, 3 weeks? From field camp to route marches to ranges to tests and what-nots. I can hardly find time to breathe, really. But the pace has slacken now, and i am slowly recuperating, catching up with my so-called life.
Honey, i'm home~ *kisses* ha.
Sigh, now if only i have someone waiting home for me; pass me a chilled drink while massaging my back when i'm totally spent- from a hard day's work.
Now that's life.
Things have been poping up successively for the past, say, 3 weeks? From field camp to route marches to ranges to tests and what-nots. I can hardly find time to breathe, really. But the pace has slacken now, and i am slowly recuperating, catching up with my so-called life.
Honey, i'm home~ *kisses* ha.
Sigh, now if only i have someone waiting home for me; pass me a chilled drink while massaging my back when i'm totally spent- from a hard day's work.
Now that's life.
3.11.03
20 steps to get a Japanese girlfriend
Read this somewhere.
1. Take her to the Brand Products Shopping Trip to Europe
2. Make her always feel secure
3. Don't talk about politics in date
4. She has no idea
5. Take her to the Italian Restaurant for a first date
6. Don't smile too much
7. Don't pretend like you are intelligent
8. She knows
9. Don't say "You are so cute"
10. She knows
11. Don't say "I'm a good cook"
12. She wants to cook for you
13. Listen to her complain till she gets tired
14. Say "Japan is beautiful country", no matter what you think
15. Be polite, but wild sometimes
16. Don't praise her to the skies in front of people
17. She is shy
18. But she loves it
19. Study Japanese TV Love Dramas
20. She loves the way they make love in TV Dramas
Yeah, now i am all set and ready to find my very own Japanese girlfriend, complete with white cotton socks and checkered miniskirts. Kawaii nei ^_^
Read this somewhere.
1. Take her to the Brand Products Shopping Trip to Europe
2. Make her always feel secure
3. Don't talk about politics in date
4. She has no idea
5. Take her to the Italian Restaurant for a first date
6. Don't smile too much
7. Don't pretend like you are intelligent
8. She knows
9. Don't say "You are so cute"
10. She knows
11. Don't say "I'm a good cook"
12. She wants to cook for you
13. Listen to her complain till she gets tired
14. Say "Japan is beautiful country", no matter what you think
15. Be polite, but wild sometimes
16. Don't praise her to the skies in front of people
17. She is shy
18. But she loves it
19. Study Japanese TV Love Dramas
20. She loves the way they make love in TV Dramas
Yeah, now i am all set and ready to find my very own Japanese girlfriend, complete with white cotton socks and checkered miniskirts. Kawaii nei ^_^
2.11.03
Always something there to remind me
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me,
and every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be.
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me,
always something there to remind me.
I tried to forget you, girl. I really did. Yet i guess i never will.
I was born to love her, and I'll never be free.
You'll always be a part of me.
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me,
and every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be.
Well, how can I forget you, girl?
When there is always something there to remind me,
always something there to remind me.
I tried to forget you, girl. I really did. Yet i guess i never will.
I was born to love her, and I'll never be free.
You'll always be a part of me.
1.11.03
Halloween
Fcuk, it's Halloween yesterday, isn't it?
Man, i could almost picture it. Bloody geishas, psychopathic nurses, delirious lolitas. I bet there is a Go Go Yubari thrown into the mix somewhere along the way too. Boy, it must have been a helluva party at Zouk. (Or anywhere else for that matter.) All in all, there was a mini pornographic fantasy taking place out there. A mini pornographic fantasy taking place whilst i lie on the sofa reading "The sound of music" - at home.
I slap myself silly once again.
Fcuk, it's Halloween yesterday, isn't it?
Man, i could almost picture it. Bloody geishas, psychopathic nurses, delirious lolitas. I bet there is a Go Go Yubari thrown into the mix somewhere along the way too. Boy, it must have been a helluva party at Zouk. (Or anywhere else for that matter.) All in all, there was a mini pornographic fantasy taking place out there. A mini pornographic fantasy taking place whilst i lie on the sofa reading "The sound of music" - at home.
I slap myself silly once again.
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