So the past couple of weeks has been spent talking to my interior designer, checking out the renovations at the new place, and basically a lot of waiting for people to get back to me on things, finalizing details (didn’t I already say what I wanted clearly??), checking, reconfirming the details (were you even listening??) and praying everyone who is a stakeholder in the “creative deconstructionism” of the new place would just get it right.
And I don’t just mean making sure the toilets and lights are working; I’m talking REALLY getting it right, so I don’t have to make second trips to re-choose wallpaper that isn’t in stock EVEN THOUGH the supplier already gave me a quotation;or having to control myself from screaming my head off because some lady in the lighting shop hadn’t taken the time to remove the wax from her ears AND FORGOT about my order for the dining area centerpiece.
But of course, those of you who have renovated your place before would tell me it’s all part and parcel of the whole process (the part about getting pissed off with designers, contractors etc)— still, I admit I’m a perfectionist, so I’d really appreciate if people could get it right the first time.
There comes a point in your life when all things suddenly seem to be working out right. You can do one of the following: (1) acknowledge it is all happening, relish in it and seize the opportunity; or (2) you can just wonder if it’s all real, and then watch the opportunity pass you by.
I choose (1). Sure, there will be risks involved, you will have your doubts, but I believe with perseverance you can overcome all the odds and see your dreams materialize.
All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them. - Walt Disney
One of the silliest things I’d ever heard (read, actually, because it was on the papers) goes something like this
Blogging is my life…if I lose my blog, I have nothing.
That, coming from a certain local Gen-Yer “blogebrity” a couple of years ago after someone hacked into her blog (the one everybody is reading about, apparently. Funny how “everybody” excluded me at the very least), causing her to have lost a lot of money in sponsorships and advertising and whatever nonsense people decided to put on her blog.
My point, probably 3-4 years too late, is this: BLOODY HELL, GET A BLEEDING LIFE ALREADY! And if you say you have nothing if you lose your blog, then you haven’t really achieved anything, have you?
…because I find that, increasingly, the limits of my patience at work is being tested and pushed to the extremes. Like today, for instance, when I really felt like venting all my frustration, checked only by timely realizations that losing my cool isn’t going to help anything—or anyone for that matter— at all; not especially since I’m expected to captain of a ship I have to steer all at the same time.
So here’s to patience:
You must first have a lot of patience to learn to have patience.
Can we at least agree that the next time you decide to have a clash of egos during meetings, you could at least have the decency to keep things between yourselves (hereinafter referred to as “the interest parties”) and take your arguments offline so that the rest of us (“the non-combatants”) would not be caught in between and start wondering if we are forced to take sides?
Particularly so when the interest parties/combatants happen to be higher ranking than the non-combatants. Please, please, please, for the love of God, don’t do anything to wreck the morale of the other staff, especially when we work in an environment where every little soul matters to the others.
Maybe that way, we could keep the recidivism rates of MCs and urgent leave in check, and maybe, just maybe, despite differences in opinions and what not, we could at least pretend we actually like one another.
A little more self-restraint, leave the egos at home, and think of others before self, please?
“Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1901)
Call it ignorance of youth, misinformed innocence, or just plain arrogant stupidity— but I find myself getting irritated when I come across youths who are seemingly on a downward spiral towards a life of crime, or highly anti-social behavior.
Occupational hazard or not, I worry because, by golly, if these dumb fucks emo youths are supposed to be our future leaders, then I may as well move to the most remote place I can find on earth and become a recluse, for my continued sanity and sanctuary.
Granted, each of us have been through that difficult and impossible to fathom stage called adolescence, but I don’t remember mine so lacking in adhering to the rules of common sense as what I see amongst the “ignorant” youth of today.
Which is why I tend to agree with Twain:
The trouble ain’t that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain’t distributed right. ~Mark Twain
“Seven blunders of the world that lead to violence: wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity, worship without sacrifice, politics without principle.”—Mahatma Gandhi
"We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I’ve witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I’ve seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them… but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it… ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love…"
I wouldn’t really want to know what happens in the future — what fun would there be if you were able to pre-empt everything that happens?
I tend to think it’s the ups and downs in life that makes it all interesting, and if everything was too plain-sailing, the lack of challenge would soon turn you into an apathetic being, devoid of passion and energy.
“All of the problems we’re facing with debt are manmade problems. We created them. It’s called fantasy economics. Fantasy economics only works in a fantasy world. It doesn’t work in reality.”—Michele Bachmann
Ok, so if ever you do get invited to a housewarming party by me, here’s what I’d like as a gift:
And yes, I’m talking about the Nespresso machine, not that old git (sorry George)— although I’m thinking right about now, friends who read this would go, “Ooookay, I hope that guy doesn’t get a new house, and if he does, please don’t invite me to his housewarming”.
Seriously, I’m a coffee addict, so it’s only natural that if my friends are going to be pooling money for a gift, please for once get me something I actually use (hint hint). But if anything, it may still be a while before I do go out and get a new house, so perhaps you could all start saving; thanks guys, I love you all too.
Yes, you are all welcome to drop by once in a while to get a taste of Nespresso, you know I’m a hospitable person… only please bring refills. :P
First up: I don’t give a shit if Mark Zuckerberg is a freaking gazillionaire by now, but I think the world’s probably a helluva lot of a better place before Facebook arrived.
I mean, come on, admit it already - there was a time when you probably felt friendships and relationships were a lot more meaningful and sincere when you actually went out and met people instead of just adding and/or accepting invites from random faces that left you wondering if you did indeed know Maggie Q or Madonna well enough to actually have them as “friends” in your Facebook network.
Actually, come to think of it, I’m not even sure if Madonna’s FB account is indeed maintained by the prima donna herself, but it’s not like I really care.
In fact, to be even more honest, I’ve long given up keeping track of who’s added me or who’s just sent a friend request and so on and so forth; it’s not like I need 5,000 friends to feel loved anyway. And certainly I’m not some pimply self-deluded and clearly misinformed 14-year-old eager to let the world know just how cool I am by writing sensational remarks on my Wall so much so I cause yet another Member of Parliament to lose votes in a General Election.
Or try to start a revolution in my own country for that matter. Like, what’s there to revolt about right where I come from?
Of course, no one can blame Zuckerberg, really. Call him an arrogant schmuck, call him the icon of the century and an inspiration to Generation Y/Z, I don’t care; the only credit I’d give him is the ingenuity of the stunt he pulled off by creating Facebook and making lots of money by helping everyone else attain that sense of self-importance that so many say he’s full of.
Else, when all’s said, I’m actually missing the processes of calling up an old friend and meeting up for a real chat instead of all that silly “poking” that gets nowhere, really. Poke simi poke, go meet your friend and lim kopi for real already.
“I HAVE a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ‘twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear…
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.”—Alan Seeger (1888-1916)