wouldnt it be nice

wouldnt it be nice.......

i wish i have more time like that in archie comic books, they are dumb but good to read anyway. n it will be good too if my life is like theirs....they seem to have 72 hours in a day, the got to do whatever they want, n can do so many things in a day, comfortable surrounding, ageless, happy forever, no harm will come their way,n so on n so on.............so much things to do in life, the ones i would like to do n the ones i have to do cos of life's many obligations.......so little time that i have to clear what i have to do n those i would like to, get pushed aside so much so till the extent that i dunno wot i like to do anymore....... hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee

aniwae, i am home alone now n when i am alone with no one to talk to i will start to 'hu shi luan xiang', i will think about many many stuffs on 'life' n unfortunately most of them will be negative...........
n tat's very bad, especially given my current phase, i may even need prozac for all i know, nah.....dun need it yet, not that bad.................
aniwae, the summary of all those crappy thoughts of today is.......''i know life's not gonna be easy, it gets harder as a person grows older, n i will have to do many things i dun really fancy n i am mentally prepared N DEPRESSED about it!''...that's baaaad.....

this year's too fast

this year's too fast.....

today is 17th aug, indo independence day, only realised it when somebody in the lect yest mentioned that 2 days ago was the the date jap surrendered wot 50 yrs ago???

now is august, 8 month long holiday is gone..............................
8 good month although i didnt get to do much cos i am too obsessed bout earning $$$......
gone too fast................
although didnt get to do all the stuffs i planned before the A level, it's great all the same........

i was offering my job to shelie cos the pay is better compared to her current one, but she rejected it cos she need to prepare her A's which is like about 3 months away!!!!!! only then it occured to me that this year is more than half gone.........just like wot ah pek wrote in one of his posts which i remembered reading, it's the next batch's turn doing their prelim now n A's soon, if i think back when it was my time, haaaaiii~good memory lar......'peace' man 'peace'............

3 weeks after i stopped working n 2 weeks into uni, i missed my work, i literally feel lost n not at 'peace' for all these 3 weeks.......................
i feel that time speeds faster n faster as i get older.......................
n i think more n more of the past as i get older............
hopefully more n more good 'past' will accumulate as i get older....................

STAY HUNGRY STAY FOOLISH

Stay Hungry - Stay Foolish

came across this, q. nice to read but...:

'' Something i think everyone should read. I know it's rather LONG, but I think it's worht it.

Steve Jobs' Speech in Stanford (complete)

Monday, June 20, 2005 17:53
This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of AppleComputer and of Pixar Animation Studios, deliveredon June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to acollege graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or sobefore I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5? deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town everySunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all intothe Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has mad all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky ? I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then ourvisions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him.So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me ? I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything? all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the faceof death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy,where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas andgot a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now. This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this toyou with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinionsdrown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here inMenlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry - Stay Foolish

Thank you all very much. ''

nice speech, shouldnt have pulled it down but this is wot i think
.......
would he be able to say all this if things didnt turn out the way it did, if he was not a ceo today, if his life didnt turn out right??? the past is always good or at least a 'fruitful' journey if the present is good.....
depressing, how many lucky ppl in this world? nt much.....
how many ppl get to do wot they like n get it big? not much......
i guess it depends on what is the definition of sucess n satisfaction for each individuals......
but at least we got reminded again that we dun have forever n so go ahead do wot we want.....if possible...i guess

transition phase is so sucky

just another post.....

now i am in one of those transition phases again, i dun like it when things are neither here nor there....i hate changes, that, will make me a dead meat in the now so called ' fast-paced everchanging world' cos i am not adaptable...nvm i will pull through, like before, but not so sure this time round...i am a pessimist you know...

onto another thing, kei's latest post (11 Aug 05) is a cool thot...
go n read.....http://www.exclamation_mark.blogspot.com/
so much wot ifs, is the current situation the best one among the countless possibilities?
it would be nice if we get to know those parallel worlds, or is it>>

copied from somewhere...quite funny...

copied from somewhere...quite funny.....

Pada waktu pelajaran Pengetahuan Umum di sebuah Sekolah Dasar, seorang IbuGuru bertanya pada salah satu muridnya :

Bu Guru : " Hei Otong tolong jawab pertanyaan ibu yaach..., Kalau ada 5 ekor burung di jendela, kemudian ditembak satu, berapa yang masih tertinggal ?????? "

Otong : " Habis dong Bu, kan lainnya pada terbang "

Bu Guru : " Salah, harusnya dijawab masih tinggal 4 ekor, tapi saya senang kok dengan cara kamu berpikir....."

Di saat yang lain Otong yang berbalik bertanya pada Bu Guru :

Otong : " Bu Guru tolong jawab pertanyaan saya... Kalo ada tiga orang cewek, masing-masing membawa es krim, cewek pertama makan es krim dengan menggenggam contongnya, yang kedua dengan menjilati es krim tersebut, yang ketiga langsung mengulumnya, Manakah diantara cewek itu yang sudah menikah...??? "

Bu Guru : " Haaahhhh ..... pasti yang makannya dengan cara mengulum langsung yaaaa "

Otong : " Salah.....harusnya dijawab yang sudah pake cincin kawin, tapi saya senang kok melihat cara berpikir Bu Guru "

went to kukup

went to kukup

yeah, tats how i spend national day this yr...not that i bother to do anything for any national day lar, cant understand y they bother to apend big bucks every year for the same old thing...not that i am complaining, the annual holiday is good.....



nothing much there except for the fishing farm n of coz the seafood restaurants....

always like ferry rides....

like the feeling when walking on those shaky planks above the rearing water compound...

i touched puffer fish, the kind of fish which will puff up with torns all over when feel threatened, the guide was like taking it out of the water n it suddenly puffed up, i was like 'oie, u r nt poisoned mer' in my head, then another guy was faster n asked him the same thing...then the guide said the thorns wouldnt pierce, they were like those toilet scrubs..so we touched it too, then i was like ' wot kinda protective mechanism is that?' in my head, maybe only works for other aquatic life is it....

i touched sharks, the small n harmless one lar about 50 cm length....rubbed down its length, it felt smooth,rubbed in opposite direction it felt like sand paper....the guide said that the sharks' fins we eat in restaurants come from this type of small whinny sharks..chey.....

i like fish farm....went only 2x in my life



this is the 2nd largest mangrove island in the world, the one that minimise the destruction in m'sia during last year's tsunami.....toking bout geography.....


mangrove island...the whole stretch........

i went to a fruit plantation too,got duku, cempedak, cherry,jambu, lots of rambutan trees, the whole trees were like red.....then when the guide said to carry on sampling the fruits on the trees, my mother was like haiz.....she plucked n plucked n plucked, ate n ate n ate, then helped her frens smuggle lots into the plastic bagS they prepared in their bags, i went with my ma, n 4 other family frens btw.....the trees like so poor thing, so sad......i think if climbing was allowed, my mother would.....she was like deprived of kampung for so many yrs liao, yah, i think tats y lar....

so no more 'the day after national holiday' holiday anymore for me....still got to go back to campus the next day...then felix n dev no school, y so unfair....

the photos are nt taken by me, i took them from net lar, pethatic lar, cos i still no camera, like i said b4,where gt ppl go tour no cam, i am gonna get one.....so that i can shoot when i go somewhere more wwoooaaa......which i hope is soon lar, cos 'go while you can ' right?