On a more festive side, here's wishing all of you merry christmas... hohoho... guess what I will be doing on christmas day...
Memang lama saya tidak main lah....
Monday, December 24, 2007
My Beautiful Mind
Does it scare you sometimes when you see what the unconcious mind can do?
I used to have a mind which never stopped processing (hence the title of this blog), but now with age catching up, I am also finding other means to manage my "beautiful" mind. I doodle a lot when I am on the phone, or write short notes sometimes even I myself cannot understand. On Friday, after a 15 min conversation with a vendor which I was in a fairly good mood despite some disputes, I saw I had doodled on excel. Well, indeed I am no genius, but the symmetry of my doodling sometimes is pretty weird and scary.
Footnote:
A Beautiful Mind, is the story of John Nash, Nobel Prize winner, a person with schizophrenia. The movie won best director and best picture, best director, best supporting actress.
Monday, December 10, 2007
The Freedom of Speech
No, this blog is not about politics or anything mildly related to freedom and rights. After a prolonged absence from blogging, the last thing I would want to try is to be political (especially when we are all monitored now ... :-) ).
I had been sick for almost 3 weeks +. During this period, the week before last, was my worst, I lost my voice for 5 days and could not speak at all. I cancelled one big client meeting after queuing for a slot to meet for one month. I decided, I am sure the client can wait -> this was the first time I thought about it this way - I guess the 3 weeks of cough mixture has retarded me slightly.
The weird thing about not being able to speak was that, initially, I kept trying and trying, and eventually I decided, the docter really means it when he said my larynx was inflamed. And then, the other problem was the phone. It would ring and I would stare at the number and not being able to pick up the phone, when I was perfectly ok otherwise, was a torture. Then I would SMS back the caller saying my reason for not picking up. Eventually, weekend came and I still could not talk. Guess what I did - I switched off the phone.
I guess, I need to learn, when not to talk. And that silence is sometimes both a punishment and also a learning experience. When I did not talk, I found it more peaceful, as there was no expectations for me to do so, meant that nothing was also asked from me!
The freedom of speech, means, sometimes, not speaking. I learnt it the hard way.
And, yes, I know, I speak like a workhaholic. Bring back the old MC.
I had been sick for almost 3 weeks +. During this period, the week before last, was my worst, I lost my voice for 5 days and could not speak at all. I cancelled one big client meeting after queuing for a slot to meet for one month. I decided, I am sure the client can wait -> this was the first time I thought about it this way - I guess the 3 weeks of cough mixture has retarded me slightly.
The weird thing about not being able to speak was that, initially, I kept trying and trying, and eventually I decided, the docter really means it when he said my larynx was inflamed. And then, the other problem was the phone. It would ring and I would stare at the number and not being able to pick up the phone, when I was perfectly ok otherwise, was a torture. Then I would SMS back the caller saying my reason for not picking up. Eventually, weekend came and I still could not talk. Guess what I did - I switched off the phone.
I guess, I need to learn, when not to talk. And that silence is sometimes both a punishment and also a learning experience. When I did not talk, I found it more peaceful, as there was no expectations for me to do so, meant that nothing was also asked from me!
The freedom of speech, means, sometimes, not speaking. I learnt it the hard way.
And, yes, I know, I speak like a workhaholic. Bring back the old MC.
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