Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Sunday, September 26, 2004
But my words revealed my personal thoughts even without me articulating them.
Personal thoughts so subconscious I was only barely aware of them.
It's humbling yet empowering to realize how people react to what I'm actually saying.
More lessons in life, Ed ol' buddy.
Friday, September 24, 2004
For one, the age old adage that says if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself.
The aspiring manager in me says (in the style of Rene from Allo Allo), "You stupid fellow! You forgot to follow up the next day!"
Ah yes, the effective manager doesn't just fly by and drops a task-bomb on someone, be he friend or subordinate or tech support.
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Today I gave my parents an ang bao each.
While the thought of repaying my parents did not immediately cross my mind on payday, I'm glad I finally did.
And the surprised look on my mom's face said it all for me.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
From Campus Review,
In 1972 it was the iconic image of nine-year-old Kim Phuc running naked from her burning Vietnamese village, screaming in agony from napalm fire, which was splashed across news pages around the world and made compelling the human cost of war.
Many say the image helped bring an end to the conflict. It went on to earn Associated Press photographer Nick Ut, who took Phuc to hospital, a Pulitzer Prize.
At Griffith University recently to present a photojournalism award, Phuc (pronounced Foo), now a UN Ambassador for Children, appealed for people to look at her image in a new way: “When you see the little girl running up the road you can see her calling out and crying out. Don’t see her as crying out in pain and fear. See her as crying out for peace. Thank you very much. May God bless you all.”
Phuc – after years of painful treatment, rehabilitation and tertiary education in Cuba – now works as a peace activist. She has since set up the Kim Foundation – her not-for profit-charity – and sent a Canadian nurse and doctor to Iraq to help treat the innocent victims of the conflict.
Phuc told more than 1000 guests at Griffith’s ceremony that her dream for the foundation was to help the “millions of children whose pictures weren’t taken” and those in the greatest need in Iraq and Uganda.
Phuc was born and raised in the village of Trang Bang, 30 minutes north of Saigon. But on 8 June, 1972, an American military advisor co-ordinated the napalm bombing of Phuc’s village by the South Vietnamese.
Phuc fled from a pagoda, where she and her family had been hiding. She was caught between four bombs and badly burnt. Two of her infant cousins did not survive the attack.
She recalled having to go to school through two wars, the Vietnam War, and then later, when she was 15, the war with Cambodia. Phuc appealed to her audience to practice forgiveness, beginning in people’s workplaces and schools.
“Having known war, I know the value of peace. Having lived under government control, I know the value of freedom. And having lived with pain, I know the healing power of love. Having lived with poverty, with losing everything and having nothing, I know how to value what I have.
“And the most important thing of all, having lived with hatred, terror and corruption, I know the power of faith and the power of forgiveness. Dear friend, napalm is very, very powerful; but faith and forgiveness is much more powerful than napalm could ever be.”
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
By Finger Eleven
Cause I wasted the light
Between both these times
I drew a really thin line
It’s nothing I planned
And not that I can
But you should be mine
Across that line
If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something
I promise I might
Not walk on by
Maybe next time
But not this time
Even though I know
I don’t want to know
Yeah I guess I know
I just hate how it sounds
Monday, September 13, 2004
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
I did a Google and realized that I'm not the only one.
Pretty ingenious though.
My friend also pointed out, thankfully it's not a smut site.
In 2002, Australia's University of Sydney started a Brain & Mind Research Institute.
Because why? For one, WHO predicts that depression will be the world's 2nd leading cause of death in 2020. Presently, suicide is the leading cause of death for 15-24yo's.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Website crash: Was it fowl play?
REGULARS of the satirical website TalkingCock.com have noticed some unusual occurrences there in the past month.
First, there were new postings which did not sound like the usual TalkingCock. Next, whole chunks of old postings disappeared into thin air - including a game involving inflicting electronic slaps to the images of prominent politicians from both government and opposition camps. Finally, the entire site crashed.
Site regulars speculated that the site might have been hacked into.
When the site came back on in late August, its main page declared: 'We are still investigating the cause of the crash. As a poultry-themed site, we cannot rule out fowl play.'
Cynics say however that it masterminded its temporary demise. After lamenting how a lot of TalkingCock data had been lost in the crash, it revealed that 'we're now in the process of engaging professionals to perform data recovery, which is likely to cost us a lot of money'. You can help, it said, if you buy its publications or make a donation online.
CCTV recorders and trash theory
THREE people fell off the platform onto MRT tracks last month and, each time, we were reminded that 35 of SMRT's 51 stations already have CCTV recorders while 16 are having the system installed.
A group of MBA students in an organisational behaviour class asked why this was being repeated ad nauseam.
After all, more cameras won't save lives, whereas barriers could. One student said this beautifully illustrated what the garbage can theory of organisations taught: Initiatives and problems are thrown together in an organisation like trash in a garbage can. The imaginative manager picks up from the garbage can an existing initiative and calls it the solution to an unanticipated problem that has emerged.
If there is slight slippage in the logic, just wing it.
When the CCTV system is fully installed, it'll be easy to review how someone fell onto the tracks. No one will be saved - but something would have been done.
Rubbish, you say? You couldn't be more right.
Monday, September 06, 2004
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Though you say we're through
I'll always love you
And you can depend on me
Though someone that you've met
Has made you forget
Honey, you know
You can count on me
When I wish, I wish you success
And loads, loads of happiness
But baby, I gotta confess
I'll be lonely
If you ever, ahh, if you ever need a friend
I'll be yours until the end
And you can depend on me
I wish you success
And loads of happiness
But, darling, I gotta confess
I'm gonna be lonely
Oh if you ever, ahh, if you ever need a friend
I'll be right by your side ahh, till the end
And you can depend on me
You can depend on me
From the back cover of UK bestseller, "Eats, Shoots and Leaves" by Lynne Truss.
A panda walks into a cafe. he orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
"Why" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes toward the exit.
The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda, he says at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.
"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."
Don't know about you, but that left me quite pained in choking back my laugh on the MRT.