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Monday, June 20, 2011
Murray Gell-Mann on beauty and truth in physics
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Carl Honore praises slowness
Brilliant talk. I realise that I really love the concept of slowness. I really hate the fast pace of life, where everything is zipping over one another. We lose the meaning of life in the process. Why are we doing all these for? Why not take a step back and appreciate life better? Are you better off with 1 million in the bank but never having the chance to use that AND having to complain for half your life on how your work sucks; or would you rather have fifty thousand in your bank, but enjoying and savouring every moment of your life?
I love sipping a coffee and watching people go by. I enclose myself in this world that is slow, watching people and wondering what they are doing. (Actually, the coffee doesnt matter. Any would do. Its just to keep me occupied so that I don't look like an idiot.)
I hate driving (freaking hate) as everything is moving so fast. People on the road are so impatient and that totally turns me off.
I do not mind driving at night or on highways overseas. The road is long and empty and I seem to be moving really slowly (relatively). I am back in my slow world, while moving really fast. Perceptions.
I love get-away holidays. Everything is slow. We are just relaxing.
I dislike cramp tour holidays. Everything is too fast! I want to get away from my fast pace work, and I have to rush during my holidays again? Ne-ja.
I love reading a book, when I have hell-lotsa time. Its an enjoyment to be immersing myself in a book.
I hate reading a book and using that as a filler for e.g. 10 minutes. I do not get to relax and get into the mood of reading.
慢活主义。慢下脚步，享受人生。
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
On being wrong
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Words Hurt. Withdrawing...
There are a couple of events that I always remember. These events serves as a check for my own actions. Learning...
First event (or series of events) was in secondary 2. It left a scar in me that hardly healed. I had moved on and learned from that episode, but sometimes I would really love to avoid that totally.
Second was in army when Major Low pulled me aside and spoke to me at the staircase. It was a waking up call. Not all things could be done the "right way". Not all things can be treated the same. No single formula can settle everything in this dynamic world.
Third was at OBS during MOE TS(L) days. It was a comment by (ironically) someone who broke the bond even before the camp ended (but that is not the point). That reminded me that we have to watch our words, watch our actions. Everyone is unique. Everyone has their trip wire. We have to be careful with dealing with people.
The fourth even happened today. I was on the offending end and the receiving end that hurt me deeply. I guess there is not such thing as joking, when stress sets in, no matter how brother-brother you are with the other party. I have learnt the lesson. A similar event happened a couple of days ago at work as well. Alright, I get the idea.
However, that doesnt mean that I deserve to be on the receiving end of a direct insult right? Honestly, I am really affected by it. No one has ever told me to "fuck off" other than when being used in army. When I confront someone, I have always tried to do so peacefully. I want to preserve a good relationship. It will take me a while...
Withdrawing... Maybe it would be better if we keep to ourselves at times. Make that most of the times...
A stroll in the park
doing up worksheets. its 8pm. lost track of time. decided to head down to coffeeshop for dinner.
eating alone results in a fast dinner. no chatting. decided to take a stroll in the park.
greeted by the fragrance of the flowers. greeted by the great breeze in my face. a cat was slowly walking beside me. one maria was slowly pushing an ah-peh in a wheelchair. in some far corner, a couple were sitting and chatting, staring at the sky at times. in the middle of the park, a lady sat cross legged, engrossed in what seems to be like embroidery or knitting. an auntie was working out at the fitness corner, accompanied by her phone, chatting away to someone at the same time. the breeze never left. it was the best 300 m ever.
sanity reassured for a while. back to reality. staring at my acer. at times blankly. mind wonders. have i done all i have to do? looking at my clothes to be ironed. looking at the pile of rubbish beside me. looking at the mess in my room. looking at the calender that counts down to 6 May. i do not have much time. reality sets in. nevertheless, i enjoyed the 300 m.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
彩虹的家
我是否能找到我那彩虹的家？我期待。要从一次的失败爬起来，需要巨大的勇气与决心。希望在接下来的时光万事顺顺利利，克服一切困难，找回自我。
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Drifting
I have been pretty low on energy for the past few weeks. I couldn't find the motivation nor the drive that I had in semester 1. I dreads the pieces of assignments because I just couldn't see the rationale behind many of them. Maybe that statement wasn't really fair. I think I do see the rationale behind some of them, but I do not feel that it is going to impact on my job in a few weeks time! We have had enough of theories and what we really need to be equipped with now should be the skills to tackle realistic problems.
Many assignments required us to write essays, but we never get them back nor receive any comments. We do not get any feedback and how is that learning? Will my piece of work ever gonna change the world? No. Will it ever gonna change me? I do not know. Probably not. So why the hell am I doing these work? I do not know. Oh well, I think I do know. I have to pass, otherwise a hefty bill will be sent to my home.
Its 2 more weeks to the battlefield but I do not feel prepared. I feel excited, I feel apprehensive. I feel like jumping into it right now because that is what I am here for, but some part of me is hoping that the day would not come. Its all kind of jumbled up right now. Well, I will soon have to face reality and I really do hope that my (used to be) positive attitude will tide me through. Afterall, it would be a new environment and that should breathe some life into me. Judgment day has arrived after 7 years... Onwards with Positive attitude, Passion and Perseverance. Please give me the strength...