I have a terrible memory. I forget. Almost religiously.I used to be pretty good with names, but lately that too has gone sour. It's like I have an unbelievably low capacity when it comes to memory retention.
In the middle of a story, a story I'm telling, occasionally I stop mid-sentence. I get this odd puzzled expression on my face. I'm surprised at myself. I have absolutely no idea what I wanted to say next, or how the story goes. I'd be talking on the phone and minutes after we hang up, I try to recall what we agreed on, and sometimes I go blank. For the life of me, I don't remember if we decided to meet at 7 or 7.30, if I was supposed to pass by or meet them there, if I had to pick something up on the way or if the restaurant was the next right, or left for that matter.
It's sad I know.
It also happens with my reading. I'd be reading a novel, and then it comes up in conversation and I don't remember much of the details. Details I'd just been reading. Even in my exams, I face the exact hopeless dilemma. Like which management theory first stated motivating employees, or what was the correct term used to depict a certain state of things. It wasn't lack of studying. I concentrated hard enough. Maths was an exception though. I think I just memorized equations by heart and it worked. A tiny miracle I must say.
So why is it that I can not forget things I really really no longer wish to remember? Some memories of times long gone, a different day and age and a different life altogether. I do remember those. Not vividly, but it's all there. Plenty of bits and pieces that jump right at you. It's not nostalgia. I'm not sure if these memories are simply haunting me, or they just linger. My point is I easily forget. Exceptionally easy. So why is it so damn hard to forget when you put your mind to it?
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Reflecting ...
Sitting here as 2008 comes to an end. A very highly anticipated end I must add. The chapter 2008 of our lives is finally closing, much to our great relief. It's like there is a universal agreement that this year will go down in history as one of the worst. I won't dwell on that. Everything has been said and done - in every scrutinizing way conceivable to man.
To sit and reminisce about the entire year. To mull over the past 365 days. Too many thoughts, too many incidents, and too many emotions. The setbacks, the difficulties and the breakthroughs. The dilemmas, the tragedies and the crises - personal, professional and global. To spice it up a little, add all the small - but remarkable nonetheless - victories, achievements and joys. Happy moments and moments of insane laugher as well. There is one thing I must admit about 2008: the year was definitely loaded, with more than its fair share of events!
2008 has been one hell of a year.
At this very moment, as I consciously sit and write about 2008 for me, I am feeling very reluctant. Why is December 31st the time to look back? The time to reflect. The time to make resolutions for the new year to come. As we kiss 2008 goodbye and welcome 2009 with arms cautiously wide open, why do we make lists of what we want to do and change and where we want to go (physically and metaphorically), knowing all too well that most of it will be dropped and forgotten by Valentine ?
What about decisions you've taken mid-way through the year and have meant something? What about revelations that do happen on a casual Sunday afternoon after a long day at work, after the battle with traffic and errands and the must-do and must-take phone calls? They are sometimes an eye-opener in every sense of the word.
I can ponder and I can contemplate. There is plenty to consider in 2008, but I find solace in a single reflection. Reflecting on the raging daemons that have surprisingly gone dormant, leaving behind a sense of calm. The feeling is almost surreal. Their noise is down to a whisper. Their shadows no longer block the sun and rain. Their toxic fumes won't cloud your judgment either. There is no 24/7 warp speed blur, just amazing exhilarating serenity.
I am fully aware they will wake up from this slumber, it's only the nature of their existence. That thought makes me smile. It's bizarre and disturbing, and what's even more alarming, I kind of know why. It is undeniably way too cliché. Way too cliché.
Come what may.
Disclaimer to any reader for feeling mushy, corny or nauseous right now. My most sincere apologies.
To sit and reminisce about the entire year. To mull over the past 365 days. Too many thoughts, too many incidents, and too many emotions. The setbacks, the difficulties and the breakthroughs. The dilemmas, the tragedies and the crises - personal, professional and global. To spice it up a little, add all the small - but remarkable nonetheless - victories, achievements and joys. Happy moments and moments of insane laugher as well. There is one thing I must admit about 2008: the year was definitely loaded, with more than its fair share of events!
2008 has been one hell of a year.
At this very moment, as I consciously sit and write about 2008 for me, I am feeling very reluctant. Why is December 31st the time to look back? The time to reflect. The time to make resolutions for the new year to come. As we kiss 2008 goodbye and welcome 2009 with arms cautiously wide open, why do we make lists of what we want to do and change and where we want to go (physically and metaphorically), knowing all too well that most of it will be dropped and forgotten by Valentine ?
What about decisions you've taken mid-way through the year and have meant something? What about revelations that do happen on a casual Sunday afternoon after a long day at work, after the battle with traffic and errands and the must-do and must-take phone calls? They are sometimes an eye-opener in every sense of the word.
I can ponder and I can contemplate. There is plenty to consider in 2008, but I find solace in a single reflection. Reflecting on the raging daemons that have surprisingly gone dormant, leaving behind a sense of calm. The feeling is almost surreal. Their noise is down to a whisper. Their shadows no longer block the sun and rain. Their toxic fumes won't cloud your judgment either. There is no 24/7 warp speed blur, just amazing exhilarating serenity.
I am fully aware they will wake up from this slumber, it's only the nature of their existence. That thought makes me smile. It's bizarre and disturbing, and what's even more alarming, I kind of know why. It is undeniably way too cliché. Way too cliché.
Come what may.
Disclaimer to any reader for feeling mushy, corny or nauseous right now. My most sincere apologies.
Say No, No More
Beached. I think this song is deep. Never mind that it's from Di Caprio's The Beach movie! The song itself has substance. Music isn't bad either; it's perfect for a cruz or a long ride. You'll find yourself going with it. There's a certain mood for that kind of rythym.
Back to the song.
The song talks about paradise; about what paradise actually is, so to speak. Paradise is nowhere; paradise is what you feel at a certain point in time. You can't go around looking for it as a place that exists somewhere in specific. Paradise is more something you feel at a certain time. It's in that moment.
The song is really simple. No metaphors used, or pictures painted. No lyrics that make you gasp in awe 'how on earth did they say that so beautifully'. It's one of those WYSIWYG. Only this time it's what you hear, not see!
The reason am rambling about this song is this. It says something, in one verse. The kind of truth that stares you in the face, but you don't really see it. Then it hits you!
For bewildering reasons unknown to myself, it feels like now is the time to try new things, new experiences, no matter how minute or insignificant. This year 2008. Just go out there and do whatever.
Be open.
Because if you always do what you've always done, then you'll always get what you've always got.
We all know how that ended.
But if you don't immediately say no. If you take a second before you speak your mind. If you look at people a little different. If you look beyond the obvious. If you look at them with an unbiased eye; no judging, no stereotyping. If you know when to leave. If you know when to be polite and say little. If you realize there is so much more beneath the dull surface. If you nudge that nagging feeling that scares you, and do it anyway. If you take a breath and just try. If you just do it.
There is a whole new world; waiting for you to experience. Full of new opportunities. New dimensions to explore and learn from - about yourself, about life, about others. New venues to take, and endless possibilities. New mistakes. New interests to pursue. As small as they may all seem, every little one of those tiny new experiences holds so much more. They add meaning and depth to your own life. A richer life.
Just my 2 cents!
Trust me
It's Paradise
This is where the hungry come to feed
For mine is a generation that circles the globe
in search of something we haven't tried before
so never refuse an invitation
never resist the unfamiliar
never fail to be polite
and never outstay your welcome
just keep your mind open and
suck in the experience
and if it hurts
you know what ...
it's probably worth it
~ Beached by Orbital
Back to the song.
The song talks about paradise; about what paradise actually is, so to speak. Paradise is nowhere; paradise is what you feel at a certain point in time. You can't go around looking for it as a place that exists somewhere in specific. Paradise is more something you feel at a certain time. It's in that moment.
The song is really simple. No metaphors used, or pictures painted. No lyrics that make you gasp in awe 'how on earth did they say that so beautifully'. It's one of those WYSIWYG. Only this time it's what you hear, not see!
The reason am rambling about this song is this. It says something, in one verse. The kind of truth that stares you in the face, but you don't really see it. Then it hits you!
For bewildering reasons unknown to myself, it feels like now is the time to try new things, new experiences, no matter how minute or insignificant. This year 2008. Just go out there and do whatever.
Be open.
Because if you always do what you've always done, then you'll always get what you've always got.
We all know how that ended.
But if you don't immediately say no. If you take a second before you speak your mind. If you look at people a little different. If you look beyond the obvious. If you look at them with an unbiased eye; no judging, no stereotyping. If you know when to leave. If you know when to be polite and say little. If you realize there is so much more beneath the dull surface. If you nudge that nagging feeling that scares you, and do it anyway. If you take a breath and just try. If you just do it.
There is a whole new world; waiting for you to experience. Full of new opportunities. New dimensions to explore and learn from - about yourself, about life, about others. New venues to take, and endless possibilities. New mistakes. New interests to pursue. As small as they may all seem, every little one of those tiny new experiences holds so much more. They add meaning and depth to your own life. A richer life.
Just my 2 cents!
Trust me
It's Paradise
This is where the hungry come to feed
For mine is a generation that circles the globe
in search of something we haven't tried before
so never refuse an invitation
never resist the unfamiliar
never fail to be polite
and never outstay your welcome
just keep your mind open and
suck in the experience
and if it hurts
you know what ...
it's probably worth it
~ Beached by Orbital
Ode to a Signature
A signature. My signature. Right below my name. Not the typical bank signature. It doesn't even say my name. It's an online signature - the one you add at the end of your emails. I think it was 6 or 7 years ago when I put that signature.
I hardly use that particular email, so naturally I completely forgot about that signature, until a few days ago. I was about to send a mail and I saw it. It really made me stop for a second or two. It was overwhelming.
You know how a picture sometimes captures a rare moment in our lives. Beautiful moments, of times that were wonderful, we were happy, having fun, surrounded by people we love. A pictures tell a story, at times a story bigger than what we originally experienced. All credit to small details. A moment or two in ridiculous outfits, doing the stupidest of things, caught by surprise in the spur of the moment. They didn't say the picture paints a thousand words for no reason.
It's just that I also believe in the power of the written word. It possesses a unique quality of its own - to hold bits and pieces of ourselves, our thoughts, our minds at a certain time and age.
Dance as if no one is watching you,
Love as if you've never been hurt before,
Sing as if no one can hear you,
Live as if heaven is on earth
Those words made up my signature. Those were words I literally lived by. That was me. My outlook on life. I believed in the good, in sunshine, and in happiness. I wore a smile at all times. I believed in myself, in following my dreams, in doing what I want, enjoying the moment, and not paying attention to people who despise you.
After initially being dumbfounded when I read my signature words, I went 'yaaaaaaaaaa'. Then I kind of smiled, and memories kept flooding in. There were glimpses of myself, in another world, living a different life. There were faces I had forgotten, battles I no longer fought, jokes that still made me laugh, issues I find irrelevant now and music I can't bring myself to talk about. Then came a sigh, and whole new meaning to the phrase life will never cease to amaze me.
That's who I was, a person who's passionate about life and living. It is who I am right now. That's who I'll become.
Worth mentioning, those three are not remotely related.
I hardly use that particular email, so naturally I completely forgot about that signature, until a few days ago. I was about to send a mail and I saw it. It really made me stop for a second or two. It was overwhelming.
You know how a picture sometimes captures a rare moment in our lives. Beautiful moments, of times that were wonderful, we were happy, having fun, surrounded by people we love. A pictures tell a story, at times a story bigger than what we originally experienced. All credit to small details. A moment or two in ridiculous outfits, doing the stupidest of things, caught by surprise in the spur of the moment. They didn't say the picture paints a thousand words for no reason.
It's just that I also believe in the power of the written word. It possesses a unique quality of its own - to hold bits and pieces of ourselves, our thoughts, our minds at a certain time and age.
Dance as if no one is watching you,
Love as if you've never been hurt before,
Sing as if no one can hear you,
Live as if heaven is on earth
Those words made up my signature. Those were words I literally lived by. That was me. My outlook on life. I believed in the good, in sunshine, and in happiness. I wore a smile at all times. I believed in myself, in following my dreams, in doing what I want, enjoying the moment, and not paying attention to people who despise you.
After initially being dumbfounded when I read my signature words, I went 'yaaaaaaaaaa'. Then I kind of smiled, and memories kept flooding in. There were glimpses of myself, in another world, living a different life. There were faces I had forgotten, battles I no longer fought, jokes that still made me laugh, issues I find irrelevant now and music I can't bring myself to talk about. Then came a sigh, and whole new meaning to the phrase life will never cease to amaze me.
That's who I was, a person who's passionate about life and living. It is who I am right now. That's who I'll become.
Worth mentioning, those three are not remotely related.
There is a Land ...
There is a land, not so far away, which goes by the name Las Procrastinata. It's a beautiful land, with lush greens, rich landscapes, cool blue waters, breath-taking scenery, gorgeous bright sunflowers and so much more for the eyes and soul to feast on. Sounds like a haven. Perfect escape to soothe our troubled minds.
Actually, in this incredibly spectacular land, I am the Queen.
I have an unwavering passion to procrastinate, and I do it ever so creatively. I have the power and unwise wisdom to find endless ways to spend the day doing an infinite number of things.Totally meaningless things, which happen to be very amusing, entertaining, time-consuming and thought provoking. Everything aside from what I need to get done. It is very nourishing to the soul. Never mind the deadlines, the plans you already made, the decisions you really have to think over and well, make, or the reports you need to focus on to prepare. Every single one of those can wait. I am fully engaged in giving new meaning and a world of definitions to wasting time.
And I do have the nerve to plead not guily this time. I do admit, as a Queen, I have truly enjoyed every single indulgence. A clear head, surprisingly, gets things done. As a Queen, I need to ensure my sanity remains -in the chaotic, insane, moving-at-warp-speed-ride we call life.
In reality though, isn't it ironic ( and maybe even an absurd paradox of some sort) how our mind tricks us at these critical times and takes us to other lands, where our wild thoughts run free and breathe, totally carefree, totally oblivious to the price(s) we eventually have to pay?
"Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill." ~ Christopher Parker
Actually, in this incredibly spectacular land, I am the Queen.
I have an unwavering passion to procrastinate, and I do it ever so creatively. I have the power and unwise wisdom to find endless ways to spend the day doing an infinite number of things.Totally meaningless things, which happen to be very amusing, entertaining, time-consuming and thought provoking. Everything aside from what I need to get done. It is very nourishing to the soul. Never mind the deadlines, the plans you already made, the decisions you really have to think over and well, make, or the reports you need to focus on to prepare. Every single one of those can wait. I am fully engaged in giving new meaning and a world of definitions to wasting time.
And I do have the nerve to plead not guily this time. I do admit, as a Queen, I have truly enjoyed every single indulgence. A clear head, surprisingly, gets things done. As a Queen, I need to ensure my sanity remains -in the chaotic, insane, moving-at-warp-speed-ride we call life.
In reality though, isn't it ironic ( and maybe even an absurd paradox of some sort) how our mind tricks us at these critical times and takes us to other lands, where our wild thoughts run free and breathe, totally carefree, totally oblivious to the price(s) we eventually have to pay?
"Procrastination is like a credit card: it's a lot of fun until you get the bill." ~ Christopher Parker
The Grand Jigsaw Puzzle
It just dawned on me that it is hard to try and make sense of things at times. Making sense is difficult. Why you may ask? You think it's simple. Nothing to it, right?. We have our logic to rely on. We do. But it still is exhausting. It's troubling and complicated. And worst of all, you don't always make sense of it. You keep goin over and over thru whatever it is that's on ure mind. Your mind spends endless hours running around in circles, struggling to figure it out. Searching for a reason; to comprehend really.To know why. To touch upon some divine wisdom and understand. You think you got it, but.. But there's always something missing. It doesn't make sense!
All your thoughts are like small bits and pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The grand jigsaw puzzle of life perhaps. But no one has all the pieces. Or the insight to know how to put them together. We try. We think we're smart. We think we know. We know how to put the interlocking pieces together, to make a picture of some sort. We pride ourselves on our impressive victory. We smile, we rejoice in our make-believe triumph. The pieces of the puzzle actually make sense; to our mediocre minds. We did manage to assemble the pieces. The challenge has beed resolved. In our minds we see a picture. Whatever it may be. The pieces fell in place and produced a collage. We try to relate to the collage in front of us. We relate by transforming the collage into something that exists in our world. Something we recognize.The collage becomes an image. We decide to make sense of that depiction. That's what it means. It makes sense. We understand what it means. It makes sense. We find relief in that revelation.
Little do we know of the reality of the grand jigsaw puzzle. The puzzle which holds our thoughts, our questions, our concerns, our worries, our hopes, our dreams, our fears, our experiences, our awareness, our intellect - all in an infinite number of small oddly-shaped pieces. This puzzle might take a lifetime to complete.
No one has all the answers. As we go through the circle of life, we live and learn. We learn to interpret the pieces of the puzzle life presents for ourselves. It's our own way of making sense of things. Little do we realize, if we ever do, that it is only our own way.
It is unwise to be too sure of one's own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err. ~ Mohandas K. Gandhi
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.' ~ Charles M. Schultz
All your thoughts are like small bits and pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The grand jigsaw puzzle of life perhaps. But no one has all the pieces. Or the insight to know how to put them together. We try. We think we're smart. We think we know. We know how to put the interlocking pieces together, to make a picture of some sort. We pride ourselves on our impressive victory. We smile, we rejoice in our make-believe triumph. The pieces of the puzzle actually make sense; to our mediocre minds. We did manage to assemble the pieces. The challenge has beed resolved. In our minds we see a picture. Whatever it may be. The pieces fell in place and produced a collage. We try to relate to the collage in front of us. We relate by transforming the collage into something that exists in our world. Something we recognize.The collage becomes an image. We decide to make sense of that depiction. That's what it means. It makes sense. We understand what it means. It makes sense. We find relief in that revelation.
Little do we know of the reality of the grand jigsaw puzzle. The puzzle which holds our thoughts, our questions, our concerns, our worries, our hopes, our dreams, our fears, our experiences, our awareness, our intellect - all in an infinite number of small oddly-shaped pieces. This puzzle might take a lifetime to complete.
No one has all the answers. As we go through the circle of life, we live and learn. We learn to interpret the pieces of the puzzle life presents for ourselves. It's our own way of making sense of things. Little do we realize, if we ever do, that it is only our own way.
It is unwise to be too sure of one's own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err. ~ Mohandas K. Gandhi
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.' ~ Charles M. Schultz
Like Duh!
am crammin for my Managerial Economics midterm tomorrow, and this question (with its model answer mind u) epitomizes sarcasm. Seriously, this is the best they can do for Grad students?
"Individuals who choose to attend business school have made a decision to invest in human capital".
Use terminology of Net Present Value Analysis to explain why ure attending b-school.
The model answer given is:
Net Present Value of attending school is the present value of the benefits derived from attending school (including the stream of higher earnings and value to you of the work environment and prestige that higher ed provides), minus the opportunity cost associated with attending b-school.The opportunity cost of attending b-school is generally greater than the cost of books and tuition.
I'll say! Thanks for stating the obvious. I didnt realize that my b-school was costing me more than books and tuition! The whole expression "the opportunity cost of attending b-school!" That is, in my humble opinion, the understatement of the year! la2 bgad, gebt el tayha!
Grad students invest time.. valuable time. Time that cannot be equated to some one-digit interest rate that they could have earned in a bank instead.
The Reason Being?
I have this thing for Grey's Anatomy. I love it! It's the first medical series I get hooked to. The characters, their lives, their crap, the surgeries and all that surgical info!! It's amazing. To someone with absolutely no medical background, and no interest whatsoever,it's facsinating in a way! Doctors are human too. There's this other side to them aside from them diagnosing your condition, prescribing medicine and telling you to really take better care of your own health.
They have their ups and downs. They think like us! and, here it comes .... they save lives.
So I was watching an episode from Season 3 (a rerun, e7em) and there was a part that just really got to me. It got me seriously thinking.
There's Bailey and Alex operating on a nine-year-old kid, who believes she's a superhero because she doesn't feel pain. She has like a sky rocket tolerance threshold for pain!! She does not know pain. She keeps telling kids to beat her up and punch her in the stomach, because she can really take a beating and it wont hurt her one bit! Not one. No pain at all.
Turns out tho it's internal bleeding from a fancy chromosomal disorder that causes her not to feel hurt, even when she is.
While Bailey is fixing her up, she says " This girl should be put on a poster somewhere to remind us pain is there for a reason"
They have their ups and downs. They think like us! and, here it comes .... they save lives.
So I was watching an episode from Season 3 (a rerun, e7em) and there was a part that just really got to me. It got me seriously thinking.
There's Bailey and Alex operating on a nine-year-old kid, who believes she's a superhero because she doesn't feel pain. She has like a sky rocket tolerance threshold for pain!! She does not know pain. She keeps telling kids to beat her up and punch her in the stomach, because she can really take a beating and it wont hurt her one bit! Not one. No pain at all.
Turns out tho it's internal bleeding from a fancy chromosomal disorder that causes her not to feel hurt, even when she is.
While Bailey is fixing her up, she says " This girl should be put on a poster somewhere to remind us pain is there for a reason"
I just found myself asking... and the reason being?
