Wednesday, March 9
Tuesday, March 8
Monday, March 7
Saturday, March 5
Bubba
Say hello to Bubba, the world's most overgrown lobster. She weighs a lofty 10 kg, and some dreamers believe she's a century old. This behemoth was rescued from the cooking pot but still ended up dead a day later...
Friday, March 4
Thursday, March 3
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Keeping fish fresh
A frozen fish processor had trouble selling a new line of fish because it tasted "flat". The company tried everything to keep the fish fresh, including holding them in tanks just before processing - but to no avail. Then someone suggested: "Put a predator in there with them, that should keep them fresh." It worked like a charm. The fish kept moving and retained their vitality.
Moral of the story: have something at stake, be it survival, esteem, reputation, money, so that you'll be motivated to make your ideas successful.
Wednesday, March 2
What have we lost?
An elementary school teacher had given her first graders a coloring assignment:
The instructions said: "On this sheet of paper, you will find an outline of a house, trees, flowers, clouds, and sky. Please color each with the appropriate colors."
One of the students, Patty, put a lot of work into her drawing. When she got it back, she was suprised to find a big "X" on it. She asked the teacher for an explanation. "I gave you an 'X' because you didn't follow the instructions. Grass is green, not gray. The sky should be blue, not yellow as you have drawn it. Why didn't you use the normal colors, Patty?"
Patty answered, "Because that's how it looks to me when I get up early to watch the sunrise."
Friday, February 25
What's in our minds
A friend of mine recently blogged this: The problem is not out there, it's in our minds
Imagine if the problems in life is really happening in your mind.
Say you talk rubbish all the time (you may not think it's a problem, but I do). It's your mind's manifestation of revenge. Harsh bitterness at you for force-feeding it with trash that it simply shuts off. Shit in, shit out, no processing. Tell you the truth, I have met before real human beings whose mind runs on empty, all the time. It's all instincts. Eat. Shit. Sleep. Try to mate. Can't. Shit. Go back to sleep. And their life goes on and on in a pathetic cycle.
And if you constantly spew sex jokes, please cut down on porno. It's a sick enough world already. We need not open our eyes to see the yellow pus oozing out of your pores. We can smell them enough and it stinks.
And then, I just read this.
To open our minds, we need to first empty them. Sort of like CNY spring-cleaning. You throw out the mouldy stuff that's been rotting to make room for fresh inputs. 2 effective ways to get the mind clean. Either you call someone who has the patience of Buddha (or you can try paying him) and just blast your way into his ears. Just keep talking and talking and hope the ugly smudge of unclean dirt will travel out of your mouth and mind.
The other way is to write. Trash it out. Just let out whatever your mind intends to throw. The more you clear, the more space you create. For the fresher stuff.
Oh ya, it also said you can draw or sing, but I don't think so...
Tuesday, February 22
Respecting other people
At Cambridge University I was taught a laudable method of argument.
You never personalise, but you have absolutely no respect for people’s opinions.
You are never rude to the person, but you can be savagely rude about what the person thinks.
Got it from here
Sony launches PS3... not
Pretty fake this is. Apparently, this was a prototype proposed last year that Sony rejected. The new PS3 had better look better than this.
Monday, February 21
And so we came forth, and once again beheld the stars
I had just read William Styron's Darkness Visible, a short but remarkable essay of his descent into the depths of depression and madness. The last part chapter especially, struck me deeply and answered my question.
If you have depression, whether now or earlier, a nagging thought which never goes away would be: why? Why me? Why should depression happen to me and what is it's purpose in my already miserable life?
I have often fantasized that it will make me empathise the sufferings of fellow human beings. Styron, having seen more things in life, summed it up into 2 factors.
One, depression teaches you that it will pass; the storm is conquerable.
Two, I quote.
"For those who have dwelt in depression's dark woes, and known its inexplicable agony, their return from the abyss is not unlike the ascent of the poet [Dante], trudging upward and upward out of hell's black depths and at last emerging into what he saw as "the shining world." There, whoever has been restored to health has almost always been restored to the capacity for serenity and joy, and this may be indemnity enough for having endured the despair beyond despair."
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