I don’t understand. Why is it that people equate suffering to better results? Why not have good results but enjoy the process of it? Is masochism more common than I know? Working hard and torturing yourself are two very different things. Why? What sense does it make?
I REALLY have to find a way to deal with this hunger after rides. Especially when I do most of my rides in the middle of the night. Water’s not helping and food would put all that riding to waste. Grrr… I really hate this feeling…
UPDATE: Gave up. Had an apple.
This is one opportunity that I missed in the payperpost site. Seems quite fun though. You’re suppose to write a poem about you liking shrimps and the first alphabet of every line should spell out shrimp. Got a friend of mine involved and since she’s already thought of the poem, for the fun of it I’ll just put it up even though I’ve missed the opportunity.
Sweet, lovely, succulent and fresh;
Has a flavour divine no less;
Rich and tender, no wonder;
It is a favourite of mine;
Marinate in chilli or cooked and chilled then;
Parade along a buffet line.
Frankly speaking, I’m still quite put off by shrimps. Many years back, during Chinese New Year, I went to the fishing port and bought a big box of shrimps. The idea was that we could share the costs so that it won’t be too expensive.
I ended up having shrimps for the next 2 weeks everyday. Felt so sick after that I stayed away from shrimps for the next year or so. Even now I rarely have them, choosing only to eat them only in rare occasions….
The first thought that came to mind was prisoners having lunch in a jail. Then I looked closely and realised who they were. Sad sad… Can’t they come up with a better picture? Maybe something like this would do more justice…
I just signed up for payperpost and interestingly one of the opportunities involved writing about blinds.
It so happens that my brother bought a wooden one when he converted one of the rooms our house that used to store old unwanted stuff into his work/bed room. He cleaned up the place and clear most of the useless stuff out of the room. One of the things that he took down was the old window blinds that’s no longer working. No longer working as in the blind could not be lowered anymore. Some machanism’s broken.
So the other day he went and bought a wooden one. Not bad looking actually. The blind didn’t cost him much and it’s pretty presentable. He and his girlfriend actually added some blinking lights around the window, corny but it does enhance on the looks of the room. Kind of a weird zen and not zen kind of feel to the room now. Only thing is that hopefully it stays workable longer than the previous one.
Ya Tebya Lubliu.
It’s a piece by Acoustic Alchemy and it’s another one of those songs that I have on repeat now. According to a wikipedia entry, it’s named after a Russian phrase for "I love you". I just love the sound of the guitar. It feels so melancholic and the notes all sound so simple and yet so complete. I really miss "Sweetcheeks".
Sigh..
Current Mood:
Sad
Can’t get to sleep.
Tried to. Got to bed. Turned around many times before I gave up and turned on my laptop again. My mind is working at full steam. What work is due, what is stopping all the work from happening, deadlines, plans I am toying with to hopefully improve the business, lots of what-ifs flowing through my head as well.
Anxiety.
That’s my conclusion. I just realised that I’ve been on my own for 5 years. 5 years. That’s a really significant amount of time for a human being. What have I achieved in the last 5 years? Looking at things now, it seems like nothing. I seem to be still at where I am 5 years ago, sometimes I feel that my situation’s worse than 5 years ago.
Since we started expanding the business a year ago I’ve felt the effects more since more things are happening faster now and their impact’s larger than what it used to be. The increase in amount of expenses, the effects of the business being felt by more people, the lack of rest, my letting go of personal opportunities. All these are really adding up and I’m feeling the strain ever so much.
I admit there were good times, which is why I decided to expand the business in the first place. But sometimes when I’m faced with odds that seem so overwhelming, I wonder to myself, is this going to be worth all the sacrifices?
I think I should stop here for now. Should try and get some sleep. There’s work to be done tomorrow.
Current Mood: Sad
My body’s aching… My shoulders, arms and legs are sore… I’m re-hydrating myself… Exercise? No… Move house… 1 lorry load.. 2 trips… Lucky no furniture… Else faint…
Yellow coloured van driver.
I’m going to fucking remember your fucking face staring at me and smirking while you beat the fucking give way sign and nearly ran me down! It’s forgivable if you did not see me, but you fucking saw me and even looked at me all the way while you did it!
Now that I know where you stopped, I’m going to go nuclear on you when I see you next you fuck! And I’m going to do that not only because you tried to run me down but because you tried the same thing with another cyclist while you were doing a u-turn! Lucky for your I did not have my handphone with me or I’m going to get the police to drag your ass to the station and do some fucking drunk shit test on you!
Current Mood:
Angry
Take a look at this: http://www.metronaps.com/
I used to want to do this. To provide a place near people’s workplace so they could pay for a quick nap but shoved the idea when I saw the rental rates. But it’s interesting to see that it’s workable in New York where rental rates are one of the highest around.
The Number 23. I like it. Took a risk to watch this movie as Jim Carrey’s not really that known for his serious acts. Surprisingly, he did rather well, although there were moments where the theatre still lauged out for some small little things.
My friend told me seeing Jim Carrey and the dog in the movie reminded her of Ace Ventura. Guess to a certain degree we still see him as a comedian. Anyway, overall a nice movie, not the usual plot, don’t think it’ll be a waste to catch it.
