Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I finally got my own PC, a portable one too.
I have not been writing my blog for a very long time.
Almost all my recent entries were mere ‘copy and paste’ from my Tumblr or FB account.
I have not written for a very long time. And I mean really WRITE – written.
However, I’m quite pleased to announce the reason behind it.
After our Annual Stock Take 2011, I was given a raise and more responsibilities for the year 2012.
Although the amount isn’t enough for me to brag about, it really does feel good that my 2011 work performance is acknowledged.

Story of the day.

I went to The Lounge during my break time – like I always do, and started a conversation with a co-worker whom I’ve only known by face.
I’ve seen her many times in The Lounge by herself but never did dared to speak to her as she always had a frustrated expression.
However, this time, she smiled at me when our eyes met.
It was a golden opportunity.
“LC, come! Join us.” I was already in a prior discussion with a Pharmacy lecturer about the best lunch choices available for us at workplace.
After a while, the lecturer left us as she had a class to teach.
LC began to make enquiries about my work.
From her questions, she was indeed very curious about me.
Me being me, didn’t hold back and told her everything she wanted to know.
“What a waste! You’re only at ‘assistant’ level?” I wasn’t the least offended by her straightforwardness or but perhaps a bit embarrassed as I can see she’s genuinely frustrated to hear my ‘tragedy’.
She even offered some advice on how to advance in my career options- to earn better income.
I told her even more about my situation, how I can’t cope in stressful environment.
Although she couldn’t quite understand nor empathise my predicament, I find it rather amusing how agitated she was with my story.
“I know another person here just like you!” That person turned out to be the same co-worker whom I had chatted with just last week. How odd that we actually have this similarity.
Anyway, the conversation had to end as her break was over.
As she got up to leave, she reiterated, “What a waste!”
When I began to sigh in reverie, I’m surprised to find that I didn’t agree with her at all.
I know that for the past two years- all my panic attacks, sleepless nights, dark suicidal thoughts have kept their distance.
I know that I’m now feeling better, much better.
I know that after all that darkness, every day that I can sleep, eat, smile, or just merely function as a person – is a pure gain.
Nothing is wasted.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Friday, February 17, 2012

FB story

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man notic...ed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
Got some sh*t by a co-worker from another department.
Then I remembered this,
So, I decided to make an effort to cheer myself up and went to the lounge during my break time.
I even muster up the courage to initiate a chit-chat with another co-worker from another department.
Both of us had only interracted on official grounds previously.
Got to know him better and found his company very enjoyable.
I came back from my break a whole different person.
The change of mood was so drastic that I recalled the South Park (the offensive cartoon) joke where Mr Garrison was so much more cheerful to his students after he had 'some'.
**still smiling to myself****
I wonder .....

Sunday, February 12, 2012


Tony Fernandes--
Talent is one thing. Being able to cope with the pressures of talent is key. Everyone needs a spine to take the pressures of life. We need a spine in QPR. We need fighters not just talent.

Suneetra Karam Singh - When you do things from the heart, you'd find that the universe will bend over backwards to help you.