I was reading a book on Google, and it's historically unconventional IPO, when i came across this paragraph:
In fact, the Greeks believed that your fate is already sealed - you can no more tempt it than calculate the final digit of pi. In engineering terms, fate is a mathematical proof. Your free will to chose this day or that day for your IPO will, in the end, have nothing to do with your ultimate fate. This whole notion of tempting fate is bagatelle created by men terrified of math: the result, in the end, is simply the result. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!!
HAHA!! I'll say it again!!
"Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!!"
In admittedly the geekiest thing to say out loud: I love the pun!! HAHA
Friday, January 19, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Oversteer
I was driving down from Kg Subang to Klang using my brother's spanking awesome Proton Gen-2, known for it's awesome handling at corners. I was driving on one of the back roads to Klang, and was driving at 130km/h on a part that of the road that was straight. I arrived at a junction where I was supposed to turn left into, the junction that leads to Meru.
Downshifting from 5th to 4th, then to 3rd, I slowed the car down a bit (should've downshifted straight to 3rd) then took the corner. remembering that it's a bad idea to step on the brakes in a corner, i let my foot off the brakes and, as my close friend had taught me, put it lightly on the accelerator pedal.
the car oversteered, it's back throwing way further than the 90 degree turn it's supposed to take. I actually had to steer to the right to get it straightened on the road.
My first real oversteer. stupid small school drift as you may call it.
Before i only had minor oversteers, ones that make your tires squeal, but not enough to throw the car off. this time was awesome. pushing the limits is always awesome. I love my bro's car. Awesome...
Apai, sorry la wey, i enjoy it too much la...
Downshifting from 5th to 4th, then to 3rd, I slowed the car down a bit (should've downshifted straight to 3rd) then took the corner. remembering that it's a bad idea to step on the brakes in a corner, i let my foot off the brakes and, as my close friend had taught me, put it lightly on the accelerator pedal.
the car oversteered, it's back throwing way further than the 90 degree turn it's supposed to take. I actually had to steer to the right to get it straightened on the road.
My first real oversteer. stupid small school drift as you may call it.
Before i only had minor oversteers, ones that make your tires squeal, but not enough to throw the car off. this time was awesome. pushing the limits is always awesome. I love my bro's car. Awesome...
Apai, sorry la wey, i enjoy it too much la...
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Sleep: the rare commodity
Just woke up ~yawn~ went to bed at 3 last night. watched some Animes on Animax, then pretty much let the TV watch me for the rest of the night...
and so this has been for the past week or so. Then I'd wake up in the middle of the night - or should i say the morning - because of some shit... maybe it's my mobile telling me to wake up for prayers or smth - Shut the thing up, then plop on back on my bed to continue sleeping.
Then, by 7:30ish, lights come pouring in from the windows, and i'll be damned if there wasn't a meeting or something going on at work. so up i get, curse a bit, drag my sorry big ass (yes its gotten big these days) to the toilet, poop while sleeping on the toilet seat, forget to brush my teeth, shower, then get dressed - while sleeping. THEN I'd brush my teeth (you didn't think I wouldn't would ya? hell, my mouth tastes like shit) then jump back on bed - just coz i miss it, and want it soooooo much.
It's not like i went out partying last night. yeah... when you work with a customer half-way around the world, you can't help but lose sleep.
Like I said, If only i can get rich out of weaving damn ketupats over here!!
and so this has been for the past week or so. Then I'd wake up in the middle of the night - or should i say the morning - because of some shit... maybe it's my mobile telling me to wake up for prayers or smth - Shut the thing up, then plop on back on my bed to continue sleeping.
Then, by 7:30ish, lights come pouring in from the windows, and i'll be damned if there wasn't a meeting or something going on at work. so up i get, curse a bit, drag my sorry big ass (yes its gotten big these days) to the toilet, poop while sleeping on the toilet seat, forget to brush my teeth, shower, then get dressed - while sleeping. THEN I'd brush my teeth (you didn't think I wouldn't would ya? hell, my mouth tastes like shit) then jump back on bed - just coz i miss it, and want it soooooo much.
It's not like i went out partying last night. yeah... when you work with a customer half-way around the world, you can't help but lose sleep.
Like I said, If only i can get rich out of weaving damn ketupats over here!!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Can you imagine that?
(Mouth agape staring at the PC, eyes blinking only when dry - damm AC)
A few posts ago I was talking about the UNREAL LIFE.. well would you know it... some smart asses went ahead and made one already!!! check it out:
www.secondlife.com
and the most IRONIC thing about it is ~drumroll~ you can actually make freaking real money off it!!! talk about 'mulut masin'...
hmmm... i can imagine doing a lot of other things in it that don't involve money... hehehe (evil grin... aisey, left my torchlight in the car!!! damm!!!)
A few posts ago I was talking about the UNREAL LIFE.. well would you know it... some smart asses went ahead and made one already!!! check it out:
www.secondlife.com
and the most IRONIC thing about it is ~drumroll~ you can actually make freaking real money off it!!! talk about 'mulut masin'...
hmmm... i can imagine doing a lot of other things in it that don't involve money... hehehe (evil grin... aisey, left my torchlight in the car!!! damm!!!)
KETUPAT?!!!
A few months ago I was walking down Hollywood Boulevard and guess what I saw? a man making ketupat for people to buy!! shit man, i could do rendang next to him and make some serious greenbacks.Imagine that... all the chaos of showbiz and this guy's weaving ketupat... i'll bet the dude learnt from an Ahmad or a Jackpot (aka Jaafar). hmm... then again, maybe a Sheila... yeah, sounds 'bout right...
maybe i should try selling kain pelikat down sunset boulevard... think it'll make me a millionaire? desperately need to make money... if only i could make money out of damn ketupats over here!!!
Follow my flow will ya?
I'll bet it'll drive you nuts.
as you continue to read my lame ass laments, you 'll find my posts varying according to my ambient temperature... when i'm hot, i lash out, when i'm not, i lament lame boring stuff like perception... when i'm happy (i'm working on it!!! dammit!!), well, we'll see...
so don't fall behind soldier!!! keep up the pace!!
as you continue to read my lame ass laments, you 'll find my posts varying according to my ambient temperature... when i'm hot, i lash out, when i'm not, i lament lame boring stuff like perception... when i'm happy (i'm working on it!!! dammit!!), well, we'll see...
so don't fall behind soldier!!! keep up the pace!!
Perception: Weapon of Mass Deception
Aaaaa.... perception. The weapon you use to sell your products, to convince your dad to give you the keys to his BMW, to move nations into supporting your conquest for oil, and to influence even single persons - especially those holding positions of great importance to you.
For most of us, we barely even notice this weapon being used on us... after all, with our busy life and all, who would? a good friend of ours bad-mouthing our other colleague (or worse, subordinate), a father telling their child how bad the people outside can be, a president of a country telling us there are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Sometimes we barely notice the subtle underlying motive behind their oft-most sincere talk. It seems, as it is usually perceived, to be a heart to heart talk... sincere heads-up, sincere warning, sincere information.
In the case of the father protecting his child, i guess this is putting it to good use. But when there is enmity between colleagues, when there is greed, then the use of this weapon is very dangerous - and effective - indeed. like the shotgun: you can use it to kill ducks for dinner, and you can use it to blow a man to pieces. how you use it, well that's entirely your choice.
Perception. Can split asunder couples, families, a whole race, an entire nation.
Look around you. Think. maybe you'll find yourself being deceived. Maybe by your country's leadership. maybe by your friends. maybe by your family. and maybe, in fact most probably, by yourself - believing the things you know aren't true in life.
An antidote, i can propose: relax, and listen to the two sides of the story before jumping to conclusions. there are always two sides to a story. never one. always two. or more. and we are never matured enough to make decisions or opinions of people or situations. try to keep that in mind will you all?
For most of us, we barely even notice this weapon being used on us... after all, with our busy life and all, who would? a good friend of ours bad-mouthing our other colleague (or worse, subordinate), a father telling their child how bad the people outside can be, a president of a country telling us there are weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Sometimes we barely notice the subtle underlying motive behind their oft-most sincere talk. It seems, as it is usually perceived, to be a heart to heart talk... sincere heads-up, sincere warning, sincere information.
In the case of the father protecting his child, i guess this is putting it to good use. But when there is enmity between colleagues, when there is greed, then the use of this weapon is very dangerous - and effective - indeed. like the shotgun: you can use it to kill ducks for dinner, and you can use it to blow a man to pieces. how you use it, well that's entirely your choice.
Perception. Can split asunder couples, families, a whole race, an entire nation.
Look around you. Think. maybe you'll find yourself being deceived. Maybe by your country's leadership. maybe by your friends. maybe by your family. and maybe, in fact most probably, by yourself - believing the things you know aren't true in life.
An antidote, i can propose: relax, and listen to the two sides of the story before jumping to conclusions. there are always two sides to a story. never one. always two. or more. and we are never matured enough to make decisions or opinions of people or situations. try to keep that in mind will you all?
Monday, January 15, 2007
The Anatomy of Sorrow
Trying to analyze the anatomy of sorrow isn't an easy task. It's complicated - it really IS - in fact, you hear people down on their luck saying this often...
Sometimes, when life seems filled with it (sorrow, I mean), and the light at the end of the tunnel seems so dim and far away, you find that you just can't figure out why you're sad - or sorrowful, i guess.
Then suddenly life comes back to you, and you suddenly seem to see the world in brighter colors, and children's laughter can pass right through your once ice cold and bitter hearts, warming it up with a kind of warmth you thought you never felt before. And all this for no apparent reason. Your mind - and body - suddenly decides that the problems you had just don't matter anymore, and you move on.
So when someone tells me (heck, i told myself this before...) they're matured enough to be able to analyze how people feel, to understand their sorrow, their suffering... geez... gimme a break... no kit kats this time. When it boils down to this, you can't analyze shit...
God works in mysterious ways. That's what the Englishmen would say.
God knows what's best for us. That's what my countrymen would say.
If that is true, then losing someone you love, not being able to be around for people you love most when they need it most, not being able to live life the way you want it, seeing your child, spouse, parents die right in front of you, go thru hardship after hardship, trial after trial, must serve a purpose. There must be a reason for all the shit that's happening to people, and all the non-shit that's happening to others.
so for all the sorrow we are facing in life, be patient and strong, happiness will follow - I'm betting all my chips on it.
After all, for my fellow muslims bro's and sisters, a short chapter from the Quran, MY God's words, should sum it all up pretty nicely:
Have we not expanded you your breast? And removed from you your burden? The which did gall your back? And raised high the esteem you are held? Verily, with every difficulty, there is relief. And verily, with every difficulty there is relief. Therefore, when you are free, still labour hard. And to your Lord turn your attention.
And yet, even with these words in our minds, sorrow is still hard to swallow. If you think it easy, tell it to the prophets who had a hard time in life, Joseph, David, Abraham, Noah, Moses, Muhammad... see what they have to say about it.
No one can really understand the anatomy of sorrow... until they've went through it themselves. Even so, it'd still be hard to figure out. I can tell you the best medicine for it though. With a lot of hard work: patience, prayers and trust in God.
Sometimes, when life seems filled with it (sorrow, I mean), and the light at the end of the tunnel seems so dim and far away, you find that you just can't figure out why you're sad - or sorrowful, i guess.
Then suddenly life comes back to you, and you suddenly seem to see the world in brighter colors, and children's laughter can pass right through your once ice cold and bitter hearts, warming it up with a kind of warmth you thought you never felt before. And all this for no apparent reason. Your mind - and body - suddenly decides that the problems you had just don't matter anymore, and you move on.
So when someone tells me (heck, i told myself this before...) they're matured enough to be able to analyze how people feel, to understand their sorrow, their suffering... geez... gimme a break... no kit kats this time. When it boils down to this, you can't analyze shit...
God works in mysterious ways. That's what the Englishmen would say.
God knows what's best for us. That's what my countrymen would say.
If that is true, then losing someone you love, not being able to be around for people you love most when they need it most, not being able to live life the way you want it, seeing your child, spouse, parents die right in front of you, go thru hardship after hardship, trial after trial, must serve a purpose. There must be a reason for all the shit that's happening to people, and all the non-shit that's happening to others.
so for all the sorrow we are facing in life, be patient and strong, happiness will follow - I'm betting all my chips on it.
After all, for my fellow muslims bro's and sisters, a short chapter from the Quran, MY God's words, should sum it all up pretty nicely:
Have we not expanded you your breast? And removed from you your burden? The which did gall your back? And raised high the esteem you are held? Verily, with every difficulty, there is relief. And verily, with every difficulty there is relief. Therefore, when you are free, still labour hard. And to your Lord turn your attention.
And yet, even with these words in our minds, sorrow is still hard to swallow. If you think it easy, tell it to the prophets who had a hard time in life, Joseph, David, Abraham, Noah, Moses, Muhammad... see what they have to say about it.
No one can really understand the anatomy of sorrow... until they've went through it themselves. Even so, it'd still be hard to figure out. I can tell you the best medicine for it though. With a lot of hard work: patience, prayers and trust in God.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)