Feels like having a break on the reality. Wanted to walk away. Being a soul that’s carefree.
In front of me is the “Application For Leave” form that I need to fill. Looking at the calender, I also don’t know where to go. What to do. Lost. I am. All I know is that I want to breakaway from all these. Crap reality is sucks.
*Give sufficient details for consideration. Reporting Superior has the right to reject the application if no reason is provided* and I thought that having annual leave is the right.
Events of life came and go. Some left the marks and some just last for seasons. Throughout this, I’ll be glad that I grow from every aspects and angles.
On Job
The one with insisting to confirm the confirmed meeting and to ensure the person attending the meeting
The one who think he is the best
The one who hogging to all the resources
On People
The one with the rights to step on the floor mat
The one who squeeze like an accountant
The one that think ought to claim back whatever deserving
On Family
The one that being on impulse
The one who dare not to drive for years
The one with the car
The sound of the fans cutting through the cooling July night, causing what we called winds. It enveloped my head as I resting my heavy mind in front of it. The old faithful 10years national table fan still functional as always.
Twenty days into the second half of the year, I looked around and see nothing. The trail I walked all these while seems dreamy. Just like a little memory captured in Diana lens. Like a little metronome slowly pacing down. It needs the winding to function unlike those powered by the 2 unit of double AA alkaline batteries which lasting then for years if months.
Sifu once said that we cannot compare. There is no comparison between you and others. Some might ended up as drug addict, some filthy rich and some just die young.
Almost falling asleep, I close my eyes and seeing images.
My reading has been slow lately. Interruptive events all around me. From exam to work, from World Cup 2010 to tantrum throwing. Found out that there are logics in all these. Furthermore it is explainable via the economic. Very true human are calculative. They weighted between the pros and cons before making any decision.
Like Wisdom of Crowd, these small decision acted up collectively to form a norm or collective decision that affected the entire society directly and indirectly. Very the true, I personally believe that the wealth of a nation is through division of labor and this is a form of separation through profession. Heh.
“People smoke and gamble,” he writes. “Fools fall in love. Offices are run by morons. City neighborhoods boom or collapse for no apparent reason.” To the keen eye of an economist it all makes sense, in the counterintuitive way exploited so successfully by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner in “Freakonomics.”
Through this book, I clearly understand there is nothing called right or fair. It’s only worth fuming over it’s logical after all.
It has been a week since my ‘nods’ to my potential employer. Coming to this ain’t easy. I recalled the days when I first joined, she told me that “if you not going anywhere, time to change”. Counting the passing days, it was a great journey.
Now, at this darkest time every steps and ventures require careful thoughts. A wrong move may cost dearly. A Chinese sayings goes like this, “If you got hair, do you wish to go bald?”. There always the question ‘what if’. The grass seems to be greener on the other side. Nothing ventured nothing gained. It is a risk I have to take.
I Quit
What one have to offer is pretty much depending on what the person have and what is the person value. When you are riding the waves, remember to enjoy the ride. If the winds blow in your direction, set your sail and full speed ahead. Otherwise, you won’t know where it will leads you to.
So I said, first thing first. Basic. Other than that I can reconsider. Secondly I told her, I need a good portfolio. It’s not just the number itself only. It is also the entire package. Things doesn’t happen overnight. She is right. But at least there should be progress. Was it all empty promises all along? I don’t know. I have no say on this.
Two ways out of this. One. You adapt to it. You succumbs to the culture. Give up and suck it all up. Two. Get out from the game. It’s plain simple. Take it or leave it. What will my choice be? Monday. Just one more Monday.
First-year students at Texas A&M Vet school were attending their first Anatomy class, with a real dead cow. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet. The professor started the class by telling them, “In Veterinary Medicine it is necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor: The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the animal body”. For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the dead cow, withdrew it And stuck his finger in his mouth. “Go ahead and do the same thing,” he told his students.
The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead cow and sucking on it. When everyone finished, the Professor looked at them and said, “The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention. Life’s tough, but it’s even tougher if you’re stupid”.
I couldn’t help myself but to think over and over again over the dinner time. It strikes my mind to lingers to the idea of “Work Every Day Like It Is Your First Day”. I have no idea why it keeps playing at the back of my mind. Maybe it is just because the way I see things.
Suddenly it strikes me of the life of a fresh young man. Simply, “new broom sweeps clean” as the saying goes.
Why that dog seems to be so important in everyone life? I asked a friend whom just gave away the dog, “Momo”. Whether feeling sad or not, one thing I learn about the dog is they know no boundaries. They will just love you for who you are.
Stand by you by your side. Faithful, loyal and a great companion.
Simply said, there’s the point of view from a 6 year old about a dog’s purpose.
A Dog's Purpose
Fascinating doesn’t it?
Shouldn’t we start acting like a dog ( I don’t mean bastard ) and like loving everybody all the time and be nice?
Just the other day I went to Pavilion and got myself a ridicule time to waste on. Hence, like my usual self I decided to drop into the bookstore and get a grab of a book or more. Since Times Bookstore was offering 3 for 2, I opted for 2 titles which in related to dogs. They don’t have much selection besides the chic lit which I had enough of it for the time being.
For 2010, I wanted to make myself to read at least a book a month. Manage to finish the first book in the month of January in less 24 hours. Well, I did it within the 4 hours of sitting in the Starbucks Coffee in Pavilion. I feel good about it. In fact, I was surrounded by the bunch of peeps with their notebooks around. So being sour grape, I feel good about me reading the book rather than staring into the display screen.
Coming back to the book, I was curious how come there are so much about the dogs. Especially after Marley’s story? Or everyone just wanted to tell the world how great is their dog. Mine too if it is not better than any.
Dean presented the story much deep and vivid. I could easily follow the journey of Trixie whom the author called her Short Stuff. Along the way, Dean make it interesting by putting the details not by the factual but rather his witty comparison with things around him. I noted that in this book he quoted more from “Coker” than any other things else.
It was a true account, a real story about this dog, Golden Retriever by the name of Trixie. In contrast with Marley, she is a true gem by any account special to heart. Who won’t love a good and mooshy dog such as like Trixie. The Trixie finds herself being a guiding tool for Dean. She just simply reminds me of my dog.
It was a joyful and pleasant read to say the least.
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