Just another thought

I was working for my mother at the warehouse today. The job is very simple, just obtain a sticker from the sheet of stickers and paste it on the bottle. It is a really brainless job because you just repeat the same thing over and over again for thousands of times. I am absolutely not exaggerating about the numbers.

The only thing that is probably worth mentioning about this job is the constant race against time, and within that, the competition among workers. In order to keep a job, one has to be better at it than others and in this case, one must be able to handle the enormous amount of stress and at the same time, work like a machine.

I was minding my own business, trying to concentrate on increasing my speed when my Mum brought my attention to the person next to us. We started at the same time but she has done one and half times more bottles than me. Annoyed and puzzled, I asked my Mum, 'Is she fast or am I slow?' My Mum looked at me strangely and replied,' Aren't they the same thing?!'

This is where the problem arise. They do not mean the same thing, do they?

If she is fast, then I should not be bothered by her speed because she probably has been in this line forever and her practice and experience would have given her the extra advantage over newbies like me. However, if I am slow, I will have to think of ways to speed up so that the team's progress will not be hindered by my speed, or the lack of it.

Taking the question literally, I do sound like a retard but what bothers me more is that most people don't understand half the things I am trying to get across! Even my own mother!

Haha

The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

Arthur looked at him as if he'd gone mad and, seeing nothing to indicate to the contrary, realized that it would be perfectly reasonable to assume that this had in fact happened.

His mouth started to speak, but his brain decided it hasn't got anyhting to say yet and shut it again. His brain then started to contend with the problem of what his eyes told it they were looking at, but in doing so relinquished control of the mouth which prompt;y fell open again. Once more gathering up the jaw, his brain lost control of his left hand which then wandered around in an aimless fashion. For a second or so the brain tried to catch the left hand without letting go of the mouth and simultaneously tried to think about what was buried in the ice, which is probably why the legs went and Arthur dropped restfully to the ground.

Seriously, Haha.

Start and End

This week has been really really busy for me and I am so happy that it is the end of the weekdays. (or should it be the start of the weekend)

I used to take the end of the weekdays and the start of the weekend as the same thing, until today. After 5 days of intense work and little sleep, I cant wait for Friday to end; it was then that I realised I am not exactly looking forward to the weekend. It is not that something dreadful is waiting to happen, it is just that I really do not have the energy to do anything, not even sitting on the sofa to rot. It is complicated, how can I be happy that Friday is ending and unhappy that Saturday is starting?

Can there ever be a time where the end of something is not the start of something else? Probably not, if we are talking in terms of time.

Almost lover.

Almost Lover
A Fine Frenzy

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind, images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick

Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you?d want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never ever forget these images, no

Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot try the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind

So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Why can't you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

Heart-breaking songs always make me scared to fall in love.

Courage, really?

Did you know, when you are getting up from your chair, your thigh, arm and stomach muscles are all involved in that simple movement. The reason I know this is because I am having a whole body muscle ache, where every action has a ten times worst reaction. The pain, especially the abs, is so excruciating that everytime a turn, I wake up from my sleep.

Naturally, I was dreading the second training, more specifically the routine that trains(or kills) my abs. Just then, a quote from To Kill A Mockingbird popped into my head. It suggest that courage means 'It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.' I figured that what I was about to do was a test of my courage. Keeping this in mind, I started doing those killer sit-ups.

After a long while of struggling, I only completed one sixth of the total number I have to do. Desperation made me see that quote from another perspective. It suggests that stupidity means 'It's when YOU KNOW you're licked before you begin but YOU BEGIN ANYWAY and you (STILL) see it through NO MATTER WHAT. YOU RARELY WIN, but sometimes you do,' but the fact is YOU RARELY WIN!

:)

I took a simple game of Stupid to make me realise that life can be much more fun if we know when to let loose. When I am concentrating on only talking to people of the same stupudity level (your stupidity level increase when you talk to people of a higher stupidity level) and not being the last one to put my finger on my nose (you put your finger on your nose when you get four similar cards or when others got four similar cards. The last person to do so gets her stupidity level increase by one), the game becomes so serious and routined and the fundamental aim of having fun is forgotten.

The game only started to get a little more interesting when I stop caring so much about staying "clever" and start making conversation with others. Of course, I am one of those with very high stupidity level at the end of the game but I am definitely one of those who had the greatest fun. Now, whose the stupid one.