Short post (again) to let people know what I'm currently into.
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
Won't explain much, title pretty much explains itself. Its a comic-turned-movie. Like really2 funny, and fun to watch. I also liked the soundtrack, here's one of the songs i like.
In general life is looking up. Looking on the bright side of life now. Funny how you're one day a nocturnal creature, the next you're this 50 year old guy that sleeps after dinner. How one day you're doing absolutely nothing with the time that you have, the next you wish you had 25 hours in a day. Life's like that I suppose. Only thing predictable about life is that it is unpredictable.
In the process of work I have learned so many things, most of which don't really relate to work. One, never be arrogant with what you have. I used to be so proud of my degree, but working has taught me that a degree is only a piece of paper. The guy I'm learning from at work didn't even finish high school. Despite that, he's currently one of the few experts left in the factory, and people come to him for advice on what to do almost all the time. Lesson in humility.
Next, always be grateful with what you have. If you're not grateful with what God has given you, then how can you expect Him to give you more? And grateful doesn't mean you're settling for something mediocre, it just means you're thankful for what you have, but at the same time strive to improve.
My school had this Latin motto, Bene Orasse, Bene Studuisse, which translates to Pray Hard, Study Hard. When translated into Malay, it became Berusaha dan Berdoa. I'm thinking they left out one crucial part. My motto now is Berusaha, Berdoa, Bersyukur.
:)
Till next time, enjoy!
Peace from the Black Sheep. :P
P/s : Go watch Scott Pilgrim if you haven't! EPIC! I heart Sex Bob-Omb! rofl.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Relativity of Life and How Unrelated Mine Is.
short post to let people know i'm alive.
i'm alive.
(end)
though i don't really have that much of a social life these days (or the days before), so you could say i'm kinda not alive.
does this make me undead?
why undead anyways? why not un-alive.
guess it doesn't sound as catchy.
work is demanding a lot more from me than i expected.
first it demands that i wake up early. real early. 4 30 am.
thats usually about the time i go to sleep during my uni days.
which would explain a lot about my attendance (or lack of it).
i don't mind, since i get to sleep after work, which is 3 pm. plus i avoid the rush hour traffic, always a plus in my books.
but now work is robbing me of my weekends as well.
apparently the company failed to mention that i'm "obligated" (not exactly required) to come in during the weekends.
or any other time the factory runs.
which is all the time. till the end of time.
which inadvertently is sucking the social life right out of me. yeah i'm close to fully dead now.
my co-workers don't really mind though, probably coz they're 50+ and their days hitting the night clubs are probably long gone.
but the job does have its plusses. (not sure thats a real word)
its a multi-national company, so experience working in a company like this is bound to be recognized.
the benefits here are awesome, as barney would say it. (stinson, not the dinosaur.)
i'm learning something thats extremely useful, something i always thought was beneficial should i get the chance to learn, and so here i am.
the people are generally friendly, i'm trying my best to try and fit in this very friendly environment, so that should improve my people skills.
(yeah, when you think about it, "i prefer to work with machines rather than with people" isn't exactly something a friendly person would say, so i guess i'm not that friendly.)
but it does have its low points.
as explained before, unusual hours, work on weekends (though it comes with "allowance"), not so high salary (as compared to other people with my qualifications), long learning period (still learning how to do my work) and lastly, huge responsibility.
(if the factory stops, chances are i'll be one of the people blamed. lol)
but i complain too much.
sure some people might get better pay, don't have to work on weekend's, all that stuff, but there are still some people that are still worse off than me, working under the hot sun all day and getting lower pay than me.
(i instead work in a small room with a huge air-conditioner, that sometimes makes me wonder if they're purposely trying to freeze me to death, or probably train me to get acclimated with Hanover weather.)
so here i am, trying to hold on, trying to make myself enjoy this thing that i'm doing.
you need to work to continue living.
i did not realize that before.
College Yasin - extinct.
Factory Worker Yasin - alive and well.
hey, after all its only been 2 months. first step is always the hardest.
guy teaching me has experience of 42 years in this place. so this place can't be that bad.
though i have seen people missing an arm walking around.
gulps.
fyi, i still have mine though. both of them. (much emphasis on still) lol.
oh another downside, only guys factory, very few girls. fail.
i think i can count the number of girls i see in the factory with my fingers.
(coz i still have my 10 fingers)
gulps.
ignoring the fact that this would be a very good time to consider switching from hetero to homo, learning new stuff is hard. which is why i'm sometimes down.
coz i'm required to learn stuff from scratch.
according to my boss, my colleagues, being in their 50s, "have reached their hard disk capacity, and cannot absorb any more data. theirs is a 512MB hard disk, almost full, and mine is an empty 1GB hard disk"
though he's not very up to date with computer technology (coz we now have 1 terabyte (1000 GB) HDs and 1GB memory card is about as big as my little pinkie fingernail), he's an Excel-wiz and he's a real nice guy.
ok enuf bout work, lets talk bout something else.
.
.
.
nice weather we're having nowadays huh?
peace, take care.
i'm alive.
(end)
though i don't really have that much of a social life these days (or the days before), so you could say i'm kinda not alive.
does this make me undead?
why undead anyways? why not un-alive.
guess it doesn't sound as catchy.
work is demanding a lot more from me than i expected.
first it demands that i wake up early. real early. 4 30 am.
thats usually about the time i go to sleep during my uni days.
which would explain a lot about my attendance (or lack of it).
i don't mind, since i get to sleep after work, which is 3 pm. plus i avoid the rush hour traffic, always a plus in my books.
but now work is robbing me of my weekends as well.
apparently the company failed to mention that i'm "obligated" (not exactly required) to come in during the weekends.
or any other time the factory runs.
which is all the time. till the end of time.
which inadvertently is sucking the social life right out of me. yeah i'm close to fully dead now.
my co-workers don't really mind though, probably coz they're 50+ and their days hitting the night clubs are probably long gone.
but the job does have its plusses. (not sure thats a real word)
its a multi-national company, so experience working in a company like this is bound to be recognized.
the benefits here are awesome, as barney would say it. (stinson, not the dinosaur.)
i'm learning something thats extremely useful, something i always thought was beneficial should i get the chance to learn, and so here i am.
the people are generally friendly, i'm trying my best to try and fit in this very friendly environment, so that should improve my people skills.
(yeah, when you think about it, "i prefer to work with machines rather than with people" isn't exactly something a friendly person would say, so i guess i'm not that friendly.)
but it does have its low points.
as explained before, unusual hours, work on weekends (though it comes with "allowance"), not so high salary (as compared to other people with my qualifications), long learning period (still learning how to do my work) and lastly, huge responsibility.
(if the factory stops, chances are i'll be one of the people blamed. lol)
but i complain too much.
sure some people might get better pay, don't have to work on weekend's, all that stuff, but there are still some people that are still worse off than me, working under the hot sun all day and getting lower pay than me.
(i instead work in a small room with a huge air-conditioner, that sometimes makes me wonder if they're purposely trying to freeze me to death, or probably train me to get acclimated with Hanover weather.)
so here i am, trying to hold on, trying to make myself enjoy this thing that i'm doing.
you need to work to continue living.
i did not realize that before.
College Yasin - extinct.
Factory Worker Yasin - alive and well.
hey, after all its only been 2 months. first step is always the hardest.
guy teaching me has experience of 42 years in this place. so this place can't be that bad.
though i have seen people missing an arm walking around.
gulps.
fyi, i still have mine though. both of them. (much emphasis on still) lol.
oh another downside, only guys factory, very few girls. fail.
i think i can count the number of girls i see in the factory with my fingers.
(coz i still have my 10 fingers)
gulps.
ignoring the fact that this would be a very good time to consider switching from hetero to homo, learning new stuff is hard. which is why i'm sometimes down.
coz i'm required to learn stuff from scratch.
according to my boss, my colleagues, being in their 50s, "have reached their hard disk capacity, and cannot absorb any more data. theirs is a 512MB hard disk, almost full, and mine is an empty 1GB hard disk"
though he's not very up to date with computer technology (coz we now have 1 terabyte (1000 GB) HDs and 1GB memory card is about as big as my little pinkie fingernail), he's an Excel-wiz and he's a real nice guy.
ok enuf bout work, lets talk bout something else.
.
.
.
nice weather we're having nowadays huh?
peace, take care.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
bulan bahasa kebangsaan
sempena bulan bahasa kebangsaan ini iaitu oktober, saya mengambil keputusan untuk menulis dalam bahasa Melayu untuk menunjukkan kebanggaan saya terhadap bahasa kebangsaan kita dan juga untuk membuktikan saya bukanlah seekor raksasa kuning atau jingga bermata empat yang tak pandai berbahasa Melayu.
sebenarnya, saya memang pandai berbahasa Melayu sejak dari kecil lagi. seingat saya, daripada lahir lagi saya telah fasih berbahasa Melayu, kerana tidak pula saya ingat sesiapa mengajar saya Bahasa Melayu, yang saya ingat saya sudah pun bercakap dalam bahasa Melayu.
jika orang lain pergi ke sekolah untuk belajar matapelajaran Bahasa Melayu, saya pula sudah fasih berbahasa Melayu, maka saya pun kurang pasti apa yang saya belajar ketika saya di sekolah dahulu. tidak hairanlah apabila saya dipilih mewakili kelas untuk membaca sebuah buku cerita bahasa Melayu ketika hari penyampaian hadiah. namun, sebab saya dipilih mungkin juga disebabkan saya seorang sahaja yang boleh membaca ketika itu, kerana ketika itu saya masih di bangku tadika, dan kanak-kanak lain mungkin lebih sibuk bermain dengan plastisin daripada membaca.
walaupun saya fasih berbahasa Melayu, perbendaharaan kata saya ketika saya masih kecil tidaklah sekaya sekarang ini. maka apabila buku cerita itu mengisahkan tentang seekor ikan haruan, saya pun telah tersalah sebut nama ikan tersebut, daripada sebutan "haruwan" menjadi "haru-an". saya kira pasti ikan tersebut sedikit tersinggung dengan saya.
namun begitu, ianya bukanlah seratus peratus kesalahan saya. tidak pula saya diajar oleh ibu bapa saya mahupun guru-guru tentang nama-nama ikan di Tanah Melayu ini. ia juga mungkin disebabkan saya lebih gemar menjadikan ayam sebagai lauk daripada ikan. oleh sebab itu juga, saya mengetahui banyak nama-nama ayam sejak dari kecil lagi. antaranya termasuklah ayam goreng, ayam golek, ayam percik dan juga ayam KFC. ikan saya tahu ikan haruan sahaja.
selain daripada bahasa Melayu, saya juga boleh berbahasa Inggeris sejak dari kecil lagi, namun tidaklah sehebat saya berbahasa Melayu. mungkin ketika itu saya masih belum yakin atau cukup perbendaharaan kata saya untuk berbahasa Inggeris, tetapi saya tetap faham apabila sesorang bercakap dalam bahasa Inggeris. ini mungkin disebabkan oleh bapa dan ibu saya yang sesekali sesekala bertutur dalam bahasa Inggeris, mungkin juga disebabkan oleh kartun-kartun yang saya tonton ketika itu kesemuanya berbahasa Inggeris. mungkin juga kerana datuk saya sebenarnya seorang askar British, yang telah jatuh cinta dengan seorang gadis tempatan iaitu nenek saya.
tetapi sebab yang terakhir itu tidak mungkin kerana itu hanyalah rekaan semata-mata, datuk saya Melayu tulen.
di sekolah, saya belajar bahawa bahasa Inggeris bukanlah hanya digunakan di dalam kartun semata-mata, sebaliknya ianya merupakan bahasa perantaraan seluruh dunia. maka saya pun belajarlah bersungguh-sungguh bahasa asing ini, sehinggalah keputusan SPM Bahasa Inggeris saya lebih baik daripada keputusan Bahasa Melayu saya. tak apalah, bisik hati kecil saya, asalkan fasih kedua-duanya, tak kisah lah yang mana satu a1 dan mana satu a2.
hanya apabila saya sampai ke menara gading barulah saya sedar akan "kepentingan" bahasa Inggeris ini. semua orang ingin berbahasa Inggeris, semua orang bercakap dalam bahasa Inggeris, sehinggakan Melayu sesama Melayu sekalipun berbahasa Inggeris. walaupun kebanyakan daripada mereka tidaklah mahir dengan hukum hakam tatabahasa Inggeris, mereka tetap ingin bertutur dalam bahasa Inggeris. ada juga Melayu yang lebih fasih berbahasa Inggeris berbanding Melayu.
hakikatnya, walaupun sudah sekian lama kita merdeka, namun fikiran kita masih dijajah oleh bangsa luar. kita orang Melayu masih mengagung-agungkan bahasa Inggeris, kita mendabik dada merasa bangga apabila kita fasih berbahasa Inggeris, dan memandang rendah terhadap mereka yang kurang fasih. kadangkala kita bercakap dalam Bahasa Inggeris bukan kerana kita selesa bercakap dalam bahasa itu, sebaliknya kerana kita ingin menunjuk-nunjuk kebolehan kita berbahasa Inggeris.
saya akui, saya juga kerap sekali menggunakan bahasa Inggeris, tetapi bukanlah niat saya untuk menunjuk-nunjuk ataupun teringin menjadi mat salleh, sebaliknya hanyalah kerana saya selesa berbahasa Inggeris dan suka saya menggunakan bahasa itu apabila sesuai keadaannya. kadang kala saya melihat orang berbahasa Inggeris tunggang terbalik dan dirojakkan pula, ternyata mereka tidak selesa bercakap dalam bahasa itu, sebaliknya hanya ingin kelihatan sejuk (cool).
(tetapi mungkin juga orang itu dalam proses pembelajaran, sekiranya ya maka sayalah yang salah dan sayalah juga yang lemah kerana memandang serong terhadap seseorang, wallahualam)
hakikatnya bahasa Inggeris itu hanyalah satu bahasa asing, tiada apa hebatnya jika dibandingkan dengan bahasa kita sendiri, cumanya penggunaannya meluas di seluruh pelusuk dunia. kira-kira 500 tahun dahulu, bahasa kita juga berada di bibir setiap pedagang-pedagang yang berlabuh dan berjual beli di pelabuhan Melaka, namun firasat saya mengatakan mereka tidak pula merasakan ianya sejuk untuk berbahasa Melayu, sebaliknya hanyalah menggunakan bahasa kita sebagai alat yang penting dalam pekerjaan mereka.
tetapi tidaklah pula saya tahu sekiranya anak-anak pedagang ini bercakap dalam bahasa Melayu berojakkan Portugis contohnya kerana mereka terlalu mengagungkan kaum Melayu dan ingin menjadi Melayu celup.
haruslah kita berbangga dengan bahasa kita sendiri, kerana jika bukan kita, siapa lagi. janganlah kita sekadar menceduk perkataan Inggeris dan menggunakannya dalam bahasa kita yang indah ini walhal perkataan itu telah pun wujud dari dahulu lagi dalam perbendaharaan kata bahasa kita. contohnya tidak perlulah kita menggunakan perkataan diskusi, sedangkan dari dahulu lagi perkataan perbincangan itu telahpun wujud. tidak perlulah kita menggunakan perkataan bajet, sedangkan tiada kurangnya perkataan belanjawan itu. oh ye, saya juga tidak suka perkataan laman sesawang. tak sedap langsung bunyi nya.
tetapi kita tidak boleh juga menjadikan sayang kita kepada bahasa Melayu alasan untuk tidak fasih dalam bahasa Inggeris. sepertimana pedagang-pedagang asing dahulu mempelajari bahasa Melayu untuk berdagang jualan masing-masing, begitu juga perlunya kita mahir dalam bahasa antarabangsa zaman ini untuk memastikan kita tidaklah ketinggalan di belakang, duduk di bawah tempurung seperti seekor katak yang terperangkap. kita haruslah melompat keluar dari tempurung itu, dan melompat pula ke kelas bahasa inggeris jika perlu. sebenarnya kalau diikutkan, 11 tahun persekolahan sudah cukup untuk kita mahir berbahasa Inggeris walaupun dari mulanya kita tidak tahu langsung bahasa Inggeris, pasal kalau difikirkan lagi, umur kita setahun dua pun kita sudah pandai berbahasa Melayu.
tetapi tak apalah, yang pentingnya keinginan untuk belajar dan memperkasakan diri sendiri. itu sajalah bebelan saya untuk kali ini, sekadar ingin menunjukkan perasaan sayang dan bangga saya terhadap bahasa ibunda.
salam hormat, salam mesra.
:)
sebenarnya, saya memang pandai berbahasa Melayu sejak dari kecil lagi. seingat saya, daripada lahir lagi saya telah fasih berbahasa Melayu, kerana tidak pula saya ingat sesiapa mengajar saya Bahasa Melayu, yang saya ingat saya sudah pun bercakap dalam bahasa Melayu.
jika orang lain pergi ke sekolah untuk belajar matapelajaran Bahasa Melayu, saya pula sudah fasih berbahasa Melayu, maka saya pun kurang pasti apa yang saya belajar ketika saya di sekolah dahulu. tidak hairanlah apabila saya dipilih mewakili kelas untuk membaca sebuah buku cerita bahasa Melayu ketika hari penyampaian hadiah. namun, sebab saya dipilih mungkin juga disebabkan saya seorang sahaja yang boleh membaca ketika itu, kerana ketika itu saya masih di bangku tadika, dan kanak-kanak lain mungkin lebih sibuk bermain dengan plastisin daripada membaca.
walaupun saya fasih berbahasa Melayu, perbendaharaan kata saya ketika saya masih kecil tidaklah sekaya sekarang ini. maka apabila buku cerita itu mengisahkan tentang seekor ikan haruan, saya pun telah tersalah sebut nama ikan tersebut, daripada sebutan "haruwan" menjadi "haru-an". saya kira pasti ikan tersebut sedikit tersinggung dengan saya.
namun begitu, ianya bukanlah seratus peratus kesalahan saya. tidak pula saya diajar oleh ibu bapa saya mahupun guru-guru tentang nama-nama ikan di Tanah Melayu ini. ia juga mungkin disebabkan saya lebih gemar menjadikan ayam sebagai lauk daripada ikan. oleh sebab itu juga, saya mengetahui banyak nama-nama ayam sejak dari kecil lagi. antaranya termasuklah ayam goreng, ayam golek, ayam percik dan juga ayam KFC. ikan saya tahu ikan haruan sahaja.
selain daripada bahasa Melayu, saya juga boleh berbahasa Inggeris sejak dari kecil lagi, namun tidaklah sehebat saya berbahasa Melayu. mungkin ketika itu saya masih belum yakin atau cukup perbendaharaan kata saya untuk berbahasa Inggeris, tetapi saya tetap faham apabila sesorang bercakap dalam bahasa Inggeris. ini mungkin disebabkan oleh bapa dan ibu saya yang sesekali sesekala bertutur dalam bahasa Inggeris, mungkin juga disebabkan oleh kartun-kartun yang saya tonton ketika itu kesemuanya berbahasa Inggeris. mungkin juga kerana datuk saya sebenarnya seorang askar British, yang telah jatuh cinta dengan seorang gadis tempatan iaitu nenek saya.
tetapi sebab yang terakhir itu tidak mungkin kerana itu hanyalah rekaan semata-mata, datuk saya Melayu tulen.
di sekolah, saya belajar bahawa bahasa Inggeris bukanlah hanya digunakan di dalam kartun semata-mata, sebaliknya ianya merupakan bahasa perantaraan seluruh dunia. maka saya pun belajarlah bersungguh-sungguh bahasa asing ini, sehinggalah keputusan SPM Bahasa Inggeris saya lebih baik daripada keputusan Bahasa Melayu saya. tak apalah, bisik hati kecil saya, asalkan fasih kedua-duanya, tak kisah lah yang mana satu a1 dan mana satu a2.
hanya apabila saya sampai ke menara gading barulah saya sedar akan "kepentingan" bahasa Inggeris ini. semua orang ingin berbahasa Inggeris, semua orang bercakap dalam bahasa Inggeris, sehinggakan Melayu sesama Melayu sekalipun berbahasa Inggeris. walaupun kebanyakan daripada mereka tidaklah mahir dengan hukum hakam tatabahasa Inggeris, mereka tetap ingin bertutur dalam bahasa Inggeris. ada juga Melayu yang lebih fasih berbahasa Inggeris berbanding Melayu.
hakikatnya, walaupun sudah sekian lama kita merdeka, namun fikiran kita masih dijajah oleh bangsa luar. kita orang Melayu masih mengagung-agungkan bahasa Inggeris, kita mendabik dada merasa bangga apabila kita fasih berbahasa Inggeris, dan memandang rendah terhadap mereka yang kurang fasih. kadangkala kita bercakap dalam Bahasa Inggeris bukan kerana kita selesa bercakap dalam bahasa itu, sebaliknya kerana kita ingin menunjuk-nunjuk kebolehan kita berbahasa Inggeris.
saya akui, saya juga kerap sekali menggunakan bahasa Inggeris, tetapi bukanlah niat saya untuk menunjuk-nunjuk ataupun teringin menjadi mat salleh, sebaliknya hanyalah kerana saya selesa berbahasa Inggeris dan suka saya menggunakan bahasa itu apabila sesuai keadaannya. kadang kala saya melihat orang berbahasa Inggeris tunggang terbalik dan dirojakkan pula, ternyata mereka tidak selesa bercakap dalam bahasa itu, sebaliknya hanya ingin kelihatan sejuk (cool).
(tetapi mungkin juga orang itu dalam proses pembelajaran, sekiranya ya maka sayalah yang salah dan sayalah juga yang lemah kerana memandang serong terhadap seseorang, wallahualam)
hakikatnya bahasa Inggeris itu hanyalah satu bahasa asing, tiada apa hebatnya jika dibandingkan dengan bahasa kita sendiri, cumanya penggunaannya meluas di seluruh pelusuk dunia. kira-kira 500 tahun dahulu, bahasa kita juga berada di bibir setiap pedagang-pedagang yang berlabuh dan berjual beli di pelabuhan Melaka, namun firasat saya mengatakan mereka tidak pula merasakan ianya sejuk untuk berbahasa Melayu, sebaliknya hanyalah menggunakan bahasa kita sebagai alat yang penting dalam pekerjaan mereka.
tetapi tidaklah pula saya tahu sekiranya anak-anak pedagang ini bercakap dalam bahasa Melayu berojakkan Portugis contohnya kerana mereka terlalu mengagungkan kaum Melayu dan ingin menjadi Melayu celup.
haruslah kita berbangga dengan bahasa kita sendiri, kerana jika bukan kita, siapa lagi. janganlah kita sekadar menceduk perkataan Inggeris dan menggunakannya dalam bahasa kita yang indah ini walhal perkataan itu telah pun wujud dari dahulu lagi dalam perbendaharaan kata bahasa kita. contohnya tidak perlulah kita menggunakan perkataan diskusi, sedangkan dari dahulu lagi perkataan perbincangan itu telahpun wujud. tidak perlulah kita menggunakan perkataan bajet, sedangkan tiada kurangnya perkataan belanjawan itu. oh ye, saya juga tidak suka perkataan laman sesawang. tak sedap langsung bunyi nya.
tetapi kita tidak boleh juga menjadikan sayang kita kepada bahasa Melayu alasan untuk tidak fasih dalam bahasa Inggeris. sepertimana pedagang-pedagang asing dahulu mempelajari bahasa Melayu untuk berdagang jualan masing-masing, begitu juga perlunya kita mahir dalam bahasa antarabangsa zaman ini untuk memastikan kita tidaklah ketinggalan di belakang, duduk di bawah tempurung seperti seekor katak yang terperangkap. kita haruslah melompat keluar dari tempurung itu, dan melompat pula ke kelas bahasa inggeris jika perlu. sebenarnya kalau diikutkan, 11 tahun persekolahan sudah cukup untuk kita mahir berbahasa Inggeris walaupun dari mulanya kita tidak tahu langsung bahasa Inggeris, pasal kalau difikirkan lagi, umur kita setahun dua pun kita sudah pandai berbahasa Melayu.
tetapi tak apalah, yang pentingnya keinginan untuk belajar dan memperkasakan diri sendiri. itu sajalah bebelan saya untuk kali ini, sekadar ingin menunjukkan perasaan sayang dan bangga saya terhadap bahasa ibunda.
salam hormat, salam mesra.
:)
Saturday, October 23, 2010
imagine
imagine in front of you is a pile of cash worth a gazillion ringgit, and its all yours.
(no i did not win the lottery, nor is my salary that high... zz.)
so you start to think, hmm.. what should i do with all this money?
should i go out and buy me some brand new clothes? should i go out and eat at fancy shmancy restaurants instead? or maybe travel someplace interesting? or maybe just buy a nice PC and spend time indoors... lol.
so you go out and buy all these branded new clothes, shop until your feet are all wobbly. but when you get home, you try out all the clothes and you think, sure the clothes are nice, but its so tiring to go and shop, plus when i think about it, its not exactly the best way to spend my money.
so next, you go out and have super nice meals at these super expensive outlets, where they would actually help you to chew the food and all (exaggeration), and when you get home, you feel like, sure the food is awesome, but really, is it really worth it to pay so much money to eat good food? after all, good food or no, you still fill up your stomach, and to most thats what matters..
so after still feeling unsatisfied, you go on this tour group which takes you to the most exciting of places in the world, and yet, when you're there, the only thing you can think of is, "theres no place like home".
so imagine, when you're back home, although enjoying the trip around the world, can't help but feel tired and discontent. and suddenly you remembered, oh crap, i still have one more thing to do on my list, but i've run out of cash to buy that PC i wanted.
so with what little money you have left, you decide to go into a cyber cafe and use the computer for a short while. and what you found out was that, this is what makes you happy. even though you're just sitting in front of a stinking computer, all alone amongst people you don't really know, you're really enjoying yourself.
but sucks for you, you've used up all your money.
again, this is all very hypothetical, i did not find my life's true calling in front of a desktop in a cyber cafe, thank God.
now imagine its not a pile of money that you were looking at.
yea its not, sorry gold diggers.
instead, imagine its your future.
imagine you have your whole life ahead of you, and you're wondering, hmm, what should i do with my life?
should i do this? or should i do that?
if i decide to do this, what if i find out later that this is not what i wanted to do, and i find out that the other thing was what i wanted to do?
wouldn't that part of life be a waste?
and worse, what if i tried everything i ever wanted to try out and do, and only at the end, did i realize my true calling was something else.
and by then it would be too late to do much.
example, if i had known i was going to take up chemical engineering, i probably would have focused my studies at school more on physics and mathematics, rather than waste time studying biology.
Steve Jobs said that its impossible to connect the dots looking forward, you can only do it looking backwards.
Lucky for him, when he looked backwards, the dots were actually connectable.
some people aren't so lucky.
just thinking out loud on this one.
peace.
(no i did not win the lottery, nor is my salary that high... zz.)
so you start to think, hmm.. what should i do with all this money?
should i go out and buy me some brand new clothes? should i go out and eat at fancy shmancy restaurants instead? or maybe travel someplace interesting? or maybe just buy a nice PC and spend time indoors... lol.
so you go out and buy all these branded new clothes, shop until your feet are all wobbly. but when you get home, you try out all the clothes and you think, sure the clothes are nice, but its so tiring to go and shop, plus when i think about it, its not exactly the best way to spend my money.
so next, you go out and have super nice meals at these super expensive outlets, where they would actually help you to chew the food and all (exaggeration), and when you get home, you feel like, sure the food is awesome, but really, is it really worth it to pay so much money to eat good food? after all, good food or no, you still fill up your stomach, and to most thats what matters..
so after still feeling unsatisfied, you go on this tour group which takes you to the most exciting of places in the world, and yet, when you're there, the only thing you can think of is, "theres no place like home".
so imagine, when you're back home, although enjoying the trip around the world, can't help but feel tired and discontent. and suddenly you remembered, oh crap, i still have one more thing to do on my list, but i've run out of cash to buy that PC i wanted.
so with what little money you have left, you decide to go into a cyber cafe and use the computer for a short while. and what you found out was that, this is what makes you happy. even though you're just sitting in front of a stinking computer, all alone amongst people you don't really know, you're really enjoying yourself.
but sucks for you, you've used up all your money.
again, this is all very hypothetical, i did not find my life's true calling in front of a desktop in a cyber cafe, thank God.
now imagine its not a pile of money that you were looking at.
yea its not, sorry gold diggers.
instead, imagine its your future.
imagine you have your whole life ahead of you, and you're wondering, hmm, what should i do with my life?
should i do this? or should i do that?
if i decide to do this, what if i find out later that this is not what i wanted to do, and i find out that the other thing was what i wanted to do?
wouldn't that part of life be a waste?
and worse, what if i tried everything i ever wanted to try out and do, and only at the end, did i realize my true calling was something else.
and by then it would be too late to do much.
example, if i had known i was going to take up chemical engineering, i probably would have focused my studies at school more on physics and mathematics, rather than waste time studying biology.
Steve Jobs said that its impossible to connect the dots looking forward, you can only do it looking backwards.
Lucky for him, when he looked backwards, the dots were actually connectable.
some people aren't so lucky.
just thinking out loud on this one.
peace.
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