This is the opportunity that I’ve never been waiting for and now that it’s staring me in the face, somehow it feels hard to come to terms with it.
All my dabbles and scrabbles with starting something and trying anything have resulted in the good, the bad and the ugly.
Though I do know one thing, that failure is a certainty.
Wait, let me tweak that sentence.
I do know one thing, that failure is a certainty IF one does not focus, devote, and assert tenable effort into any opportunity that one undertakes.
Failure parlays right?
I get butterflies and even out-of-tune singing crickets in my stomaches whenever I take on something new or push myself over the edge of uncertainty, and it’s harrowing and stifling, this anticipation of impending failure.
Yes, I fear failure, just like you, but that won’t stop me from doing what I set out to do.
Yes failure makes me contemplate my options, just like you, but that won’t make me risk any less.
I know well enough because I’ve fallen more than I’d like to, and I know how sweet revival tastes, how enlightening endeavors come off and how redeeming it is to excel from setbacks.
So don’t worry too much, cos if it’s going to get bad it’ll get bad anyway.
It’s not that I’ve stopped worryingly entirely, I do worry, but I dwell just long enough to allow a second to turn back and reconsider my risks before moving on.
Most of us sub-consciously dwell too much in our worries till it evolves into anxiety.
Anxiety sucks.
Let’s try that again.
Anxiety sucks.
Good~.
As Seth Godin puts it, Anxiety is practising failure in advance.
Would you practise failure? Or success?
This is it. (What is it? It is… to be continued~)
This is the opportunity that I’ve been never been waiting for and, hey hey, bring it on!
Words sang by Chester on Linkin Park’s newest track ‘Blackbirds’ from their upcoming album 8-bit Rebellion. (Link to youtube audio+lyrics above)
Woohoo, more Emo-Electronic-Rock-Nu-Metal-Hip-Hop from Linkin Park, but mostly emo though. Not necessarily genre moving stuffs, but if it’s something new from the boys, it’s gotta be fresh materials. I like!
Well in any case, if he’s referring to upgrading or putting out a fresh install (or clean install) of Windows 7, then that first sentence above isn’t necessariy true.
It’s so much easier to use Windows 7, comparing to Windows XP, where even reformatting of hard disks are less painful than before — note that I mention less painful instead of not painful, because the pain of waiting and configuring is still there!
Looking at the bigger picture, Windows 7 has turned out to be really well done (stable) and simple to use (user-friendly) and has captured a major part of my faith in computer systems, even if initially I presented doubt in adopting Windows 7 for the workplace.
Yeah, there’s a new (ours!) printing establishment in Ubi Techlink people~ Great looking prints and prompt services for everyone!
Oh, back to the Operating Systems, or OS debacle, don’t worry Mac OS X, you’re still number 1. Always has and always will be.
Dear Windows 7, you still have major steps to climb onto before it’s anywhere near OS X goodness but, a bit of good news here, you’re getting closer than ever to mimicking OS X! Kudos!
Am I in love with OS X? How many times have I mentioned it now? Twice? Maybe. Anyways..
Go ahead all you IT people, go ahead and use Windows 7 for the office, cos I give it the thumbs up (like it really matters eh?).
So why the sudden change in attitude towards Windows 7 from me?
Well I guess that it’s easier starting over than never to have changed.
Now, if only relationships could be given a ‘fresh install’ too.
Of course you’d have to work hard and probably be able to splurge on a few iphones and buy a few apps from the app store first.
But take nothing away from this.
Signed after she uploaded youtube videos of her grooving to Beyonce’s Irreplaceable and Lady Gaga’s Poker Face, she’s doing fine after all.
Really she’s doing fine.
Hmm, why does the original iphone-using-tricks seem like a wicked marketing campaign? She is gorgeous, sultry, and has the X-Factor to dance and sing after all~
Could all this be hyped up, social media marketing at work?
I mean, she even goes to the extent of explainin the beats and verses and processes, oh even the apps in use to, and that smoldering video editing reeks of MTV-esqueness.
If this really was what it’s all about, will you, if you’re her fan, feel cheated?
Wait, I’m no fan but I’ll take it as it is, and so what if it were true?
Whatever it is, I think she has a great voice, and is able to carry plenty of good tunes, unlike most participants of a Korean Girl Band.
If anyone wants to get a headstart in their life and get balls rolling in their life, they’ll definitely have to be a part of the events industry, where Murphy’s Law is at constant work, and massive proactive workarounds are required.
How do you evade Murphy’s Law, where something that can go wrong, will go wrong?
Honestly? You can’t evade it, that inexplicable laws of physics (or pivot point of excuse??) happens, and all for good reasons, of which the top three are:
It’s a stress test.
It’s a stress test.
It’s a stress test.
Period.
This creates a hellhole situation for any perfectionists who intends to excel within the industry, and where maybe for a few months you’ll probably achieve plenty of really good ‘Perfect Scores’, I’m pretty sure relationships with the people around you will deteriorate as your perfectionist requirements soon becomes untenable.
I’m not a perfectionists who demands perfection, but I give everything I can whenever I take up anything and a task is at hand. This usually leads to screw ups and delays but, like I said, you can’t evade Murphy’s Law.
I’m not Superman.
I’m not your hero.
Quite simply, I’m not perfect.
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It’s been quite a while since I’ve last blogged, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped entirely, but rather I’ve been putting my mind on hiatus.
My accumulating web projects and workloads are in limbo as new tasks keep takin priority.
My family wonders where I’ve been the whole month as they see me only twice a week, if they’re lucky that i happen to be late for work and they manage to talk to me at home.
My sisters keep requesting my assistance but whenever I’m home, it’s beyond midnight and they’re already too asleep for me to help them.
And you, you know who you are, drifts in and out of my life, demanding things from me like it’s some rightful authority of yours, which I’ve tried, and tried, hindered only by the perfectionists mindset, that demands for a bonfire from a lump of coal.
Maybe I’ve made it all look easy?
Oh yah, I’ve been neglecting e blogosphere for much too long but I’m back!
Oh.. maybe I’ve been neglecting myself for much too long too.
Yikes, another cheesy, hollywood-formulated romcom (romance+comedy) eh?
Pretty girl, a 10/10 there on your left (Alice Eve), falls for geek, a 5 there if you’re able to find him in the pic (Jay Baruchel), while getting over her ex-pilot and successful boyfriend (which you’re probably wondering how he looks like~) — like who’d ever wanna dump a boyfriend who’s a pilot?
Quite a great classic, love story.. not!
But it’s refreshingly entertaining nonetheless, though it could do without some scenes, like the balls-shaving moments~
Um, refreshing because both leads didn’t really have to try too hard to impose themselves on the screen, like Something About Mary or Valentine’s Day, and both leads added the charming factor to this flick.
Okay to the plot now, and without even stepping into the theatres you’d probably already knew how it’s going to end — girl sees boy, finds him interesting, gets to know him, gets over her ex, then ex comes back, girl and boy cools off, then both realises they’re meant for each other, a departing plane gets grounded, and they both kiss in the middle of the waiting area of the airport.
Not exactly pure adrenaline stuffs, nor a script that’s worthy to be called a classic, but then again, it’s not exactly your usual hollywood rebound-guy comedy either.
Okay, unless you count the upsized masculine jokes as Hollywood, then it’s your hollywood comedy, but the inviting direction from an Englishman, Jim Field Smith, in his debut Hollywood feature film, shines plenty of light on the subtle impressions from the leads, who had to work with very little crumbs of a plot to chew on.
The supporting casts were a mixture of over the top and underdeveloped characters, with nothing else but to support the plot and egg the leads on, where a guy finds himself being almost the rebound guy, and the girl finding herself that.. oh wait, nothing much changed on the girl’s part except that the guy made her into a better person.
It is essentially a movie about him believing stoutly that she is of his league, and it’s certainly not original but it’s one that most, including yours truly, can relate to — that thought at the back of your head where you’re not good enough for your partner or that you’re worried that someone with better credentials than you might stroll into their life.
You know, that low self-esteem displacement of not being good enough for someone else, when in fact the only reason anyone is perfect for each other is when they accept that they are?
Perfection is when you accept things for what they are.
Talking of which, when Alice Eve opens up to Jay Baruchel for the ending, saying how he’s ‘perfect’ for her, it wasn’t quite the emotional ride you’d hope for in a romcom, where instead everything here seemed hurried with a quick-fix ending in place.
So how much would I rate the movie?
Nah, I guess I’ll stray away from ratings, and instead I’ll utilise tags to ‘rate’ the movie in question.
Like these: Schoolboy-Humour, Charming, Cute, B-grade, Honest.
As my 2 cats slept nonchalantly on the mat that I initially laid for myself, I couldn’t bare to chase them away from their slumber — even if they were just a pair of adorable cats on a mat, becuase these creatures are more than just friends.
I wonder what I’ll be going through if age catches up to them, and everybody knows that domesticated cats don’t live a long as humans do, though those that do probably look more like a cow than a cat.
It’s true.
Told you.
Anyway, who knows how long cats are able to live, especially with that 9 lives of theirs.
But we humans have just one chance to live our lives, and this, truly, makes everything worth living for.
Making friends, chasing dreams, and living life as much as we can, is all that we can really do right?
Or do we mull and gloss over our problems, spend time worrying and tax ourselves calculating incessantly?
What if you knew tomorrow isn’t ever gonna come and you had only one thing left to do?
Of course, all these I’m merely hypothetically suggesting, but what if?
Would you recluse in regret or live vindicated knowing that there’s nothing else that needs to be done, because you’ve done all that you can?
No, I can’t tell the future nor read minds, but I know that if there’s something I wish to do, somewhere I hope to be, or someone I yearn to spend time with then I’d do it, go there, or let them know.
Or at least try to, before considering alternatives.
Life is short, noone needs reminding but somehow everyone seems to forget that it is, and we procrastinate and let things be hoping it’ll get better tomorrow.
But why leave till tomorrow what you can get done today?
And are you pretty sure that tomorrow’s going to be a better day?
Well for your sake, I hope so too, and that you’ll never stop dreaming, never stop hoping and never stop trying.
Try. Hope. Work at it.
Who knows, instead of predicting the future, you could probably write it yourself.
Is $90 too much to be paying for entertainment, especially for an event that’s held once every 4 years, 31 days long and, if you really bothered to count it up, 5,760 minutes of the beautiful game.
That’s about 1.56 cents per minute, costs less than your per minute billing, and certainly affordable right?
Well apparently not if you’re among the masses that thinks Singtel+Starhub are overcharging their customers this time round and persistently calling out for a boycott of their package.
And I’m one of them, though not as vocal nor aggressive though.
I simply wasn’t that interested in catching the games live (think: no Ronaldo (the Brazilian), no Zidane, no Nedved, no Owen..) and the price tag certainly made my decision easier.
In any case, I think the Pareto (80/20) rule is at work here, where they (licensed operators) probably think that instead of serving 80 people and earn, say $100, why not serve 20 people and still earn that same amount — at the same time using less resource, thus having the ability to ‘up’ the quality of their service.
When you serve a smaller quantity, and charge them a premium, you’re able to focus your service and maintain quality at the same time.
Something which I’ve been trying, but failed, to pass onto my colleagues at the office, who are determined to serve everyone, everytime.
Well you just can’t please everyone, everytime right?
At least not with the resources that we have at hand.
Anyway, this is a post about the World Cup, and, for the records, I am extremely excited, but just not fancied yet, about it.
Yes, it’s about the World Cup 2010, held somewhere at the tip of the African continent, and I think there’s still a misconception that South Africa is somewhere on the level of the third world countries of the same continent, but the country is actually well developed, in a way.
I used to order my tees from the South African tee outfit, Springleap — they were really good looking tees too!
Just an example of how South Africans are quite resourceful these days, other than the fact that they didn’t charge me for global shipping since they didn’t really knew how much it’d cost them then!
And it’s this technology that has enabled me to catch the World Cup 2010 for free!
I’m not really obliged to be listing any of these free ‘resources’ within this blog, so contact me if you need some heads up, but you’d already knew that Googling ‘World Cup 2010 Live Free’ could probably help you in your quest.
Probably.
So $90 saved for me, or rather one which could have been used to pay off my LTA bike fine, but unfortunately (depending on how you look at it~) was siphoned towards a new pair of..
… Adidas Predator Power Swerve FG cleats.
My curent Adipure has served me well, and I was absolutely looking forward to a new pair of Adipure II cleants, but the PowerSweve FG was simply too delicious to be resisted.
And I get tempted easily — it’s Adidas after all — but it was all worth it.
Beautiful, clean, sleek and thoroughly comfortable, and when I told a friend about it, he quipped, as he usually does.
(Him) “Wah, World Cup start already so must watch at home and put on these boots is it?”
(Me) -.-”
Nevertheless, some things are just worth paying for, but $90 to view the World Cup isn’t one of them.
Btw, is it just me or does Nike seem to have held some sort of mass discounted cleats sale and almost 90% of the players are donning these Orange-Grey cleats, making them look cheap along the way???
Oh, Lionel Messi dons the Adizero. Powerful stuffs.
Any avid RTS gamer would be familiar with the term ‘Tank Rush’, where it’s the most basic of ploys employed by novice to intermediate players, and to a certain extent the ‘experts’ as well, to quickly overwhelm the opposition very early in the game.
A tank rush will aim to end the competition within the first ten minutes of the game — where beginners are the most susceptible to this tactic, of which they’ll soon learn to adopt it against their next challengers — and if you survive the early onslaught, then chances are that you’ll go on to win the game.
Well it felt like it was a tank rush at work today, but it was no game and I even almost gave a customer the hair-dryer treatment had he stayed any longer and demanded any further.
Because sometimes emotions get the better of us, like how I vented the day’s tension out on my little Sister when I sms-ed her that she’s got to start ‘acting like a responsible adult if she wants to be treated as one’.
In retrospect, all she did was to tell me that she’s afraid of letting Mum and Dad know that she’s sleeping over at her friend’s, because they’ll scold her.
BECAUSE THEY’LL SCOLD HER AND SHE’S TRYING TO AVOID GETTING SCOLDED!
Ahhh, the power of a child trying to earn her parent’s acceptance can be underestimated it seems.
Well sometimes you have to face the music and take it on the chin, girl.
But don’t take too much on the chin or you’ll end up looking like this:
My chin’s swollen already. (Actually that pic is manipulated using a colleague’s iPhone app.)
And so I was, bombarded left, right and center with an endless stream of calls, fussy walk-in customers, overdue artwork preps as well as the sourcing for a new designer, chaotic seems mild a word for how the day went.
I’d secretly wish that the telephone was never invented, but that’ll mean that I won’t be able to receive Belle’s calls and that’s just disastrous! Not that we talk much these days — and I wonder why.
But did I mention that my company will be expanding to a new location as well? I guessed I didn’t.
Indeed, and that’s why chaotic is too mild a word for it all, but I’ll dive under the crest and ride the troughs of this pandemic wave of workload and just go with the flow.
Just like surviving a tank rush in an RTS game, rise through the chaos and you’ll give yourself a chance at winning.
But you don’t have to be like me and stay at work and reach home at 2am because you’re racing against a tank rush.
Me, I’m just work obssessed like that, but the real reason I had to continue working till the wee hours as my colleague wasn’t feeling well and she had to leave early, which meant that nearly all turrets were aimed my way today.
BUT, as it turned out, working till past 1am today had it’s rewards, as a different kind of tank rush appeared right before my eyes.
As I rode out of the office carpark, I notice that there was this impressive, huge rumbling noise and as I was about to leave the vicinity, a Cisco officer halted me, but he really didn’t have to.
A near endless line of army tanks, rovers, trucks, lorries artilleries marched in front of me, and all these at 1am plus!
I’d imagine a nearby HDB dweller wondering what all the ruckus was all about, and probably curse at the noise, as how 90% of Singaporeans tend to whenever they’re interrupted in their sleep.
Anyway, so there I was, on my bike, with my helmet on, ready to ride home but obstructed by a long line of army vehicles, that glistened under the moonlight as they roared by.
Was this a glimpse of the National Day parade?
Or is this something to do with a certain YOG event being held at the Jalan Besar Stadium, which is just a few blocks away from my office?
I really wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, it was a tank rush that I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing all over again.
And in a sweet way, it reminded me of my BMT (Basic Military Training) days.
It’s really late now, I should get some sleep right?
I somehow sense another tank rush tomorrow.. hais…
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