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Killing Dreams

Jul 30 2009 2:45 pm Published by Sir Mayo under books, thoughts

As we get older, we slowly kill our dreams:

The first sign is the lack of time. The truth is that even the busiest people always have time enough for everything. Those who don’t do anything are always tired, and always complain that the day is too short. They never realised the effort required is only very little. In fact, they are afraid to pursue their dreams.
The second sign is our certainties about life. When we grow older, we no longer want to believe that the world is a big candy factory. We start to think it’s wise to ask so little of life, or it is childish to take our dreams seriously. We start to see what it takes to make things happen, and influenced by the defeats we witnessed, we begin to convince ourselves that it’s impossible for us to make it. We think that our dreams are too difficult to achieve, or maybe it’s a result of not having known enough about life.
The last sign is Peace. Life becomes like a Sunday morning. We stop ask for something grand. We’ve become more willing to give than to demand for anything in life. In that stage, we think of ourselves as being mature. We seek for personal and professional achievement, and put aside our fantasies when we’re young. We are surprised when people of our age say they still want to materialise their dreams, and we may even discourage them. In fact, we know in our heart that we’ve stopped fighting for our dreams.
Have you killed your dream?

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Teresa Teng

Jul 29 2009 2:08 pm Published by Sir Mayo under music

Teresa Teng is one of my all-time favourite singers. She always looks exceptionally elegant and graceful on the stage. She died in 1995 when she’s 42 – Just like Yasmin, I think she left us too early.
I love her voice and her singing very much. It’s always simple; no complicated singing skill, no R&B or Soul styled vocal, no ultra high pitch to demonstrate powerful voice. It is still sweet, and most importantly – Sincere. And sometimes, it sounds like she’s crying while telling you the story of the songs.
I stumbled upon a few clips of her. And for me, I think this one is the best live performance of her for a song called “Tsuganai”:

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The Pilgrimage

Jul 28 2009 1:28 pm Published by Sir Mayo under books, quotes

IMG_8415 by MAX CHEE-HORNG LAW.
I’m going too fast with the book I think. Slow man, slowwwww…
Here’s a snippet of what made me pondered:
“… Time isn’t something that always proceeds at the same pace. It is we who determine how quickly time passes.”

Clock always ticks too fast when we’re in a hurry, but always too slow when we’re hungry.

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May you work happily

Jul 27 2009 2:28 pm Published by Sir Mayo under general, special

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“Fong Lye” at the Gardens reminds me of a place in China where my grand grand father came from. Same name.
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Ke-ai~ (I meant the potato balls hor teehee!)
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It’s not as bitter as before. I think they’re trying to save cost. Bad.
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Family Pizza Day!
I think they just changed their tag line to “Eat, Laugh, Share” – Good idea. That’s what we do there.
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Finally granny is fit enough to go out for pizza :D *Heavy sigh*
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Domo-kun from Grace is sitting on my desk.
Coming are the working days! =)
May you work happily, and able to concentrate on your work*.
*I personally think that is of utmost importance, and the hardest to do for most of the people =P

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Jul 26 2009 1:08 am Published by Sir Mayo under film

OMG. YASMIN IS DEAD.

http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/7/26/nation/4396007&sec=nation
SIGH…

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Yasmin

Jul 23 2009 2:52 pm Published by Sir Mayo under film

Malaysian film director Yasmin Ahmad collapsed today and is now in coma.

Dear God, please save this beautiful soul who made wonderful movies. I really like her work Talentime, and I think she must have inspired many other Malaysians. Besides, I’m just about to name her My Favourite File Director. It’d be my great loss if she decided to go.

On her blog, she said she’s going to use an opera song in the ending of her upcoming project.
Let’s be silent, and enjoy her selection for a moment:

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Jul 22 2009 3:02 pm Published by Sir Mayo under general

My coin pot was full to the brim. It’s just a matter of time before I have to pour everything out, count them, and change them into notes.
Mind you, there’s a whopping RM45 in there. So now my wallet is RM45 richer =D
Do you have a coin pot on your desk too?

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Jul 21 2009 2:34 pm Published by Sir Mayo under event, friends

Time flies like a jet, and it creates a stream of photos waiting to be organized. Oh well…
Gloria Jeans gave me a love shape again. Hehe. Sweet.
Climbing a tree is not always a child play. But I realised I’m really bad in it.
Rambutan season. Yay! for the rambutans and Nay! for the picking works =_= (Including tree climbing)
My Dept head just moved to a new condo. We had a BBQ there.
Jennifer’s laughter always brings joy. I like that Hahaha!
A gathering was organised to celebrate Pete’s Birthday and Sophea’s promotion.
It’s Karaoke again. Yay!
Little that I knew I was part of the main focus until I saw my name on the cake =.=
They also celebrated my belated birthday! =D Good job hiding it!
Our signature Birthday Portrait:
Life is good!
*Karaoke photo courtesy of Dennis. Without his permission. Hehe.

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Puzzle

Jul 19 2009 5:02 am Published by Sir Mayo under special

Life is a puzzle with difficult and missing pieces.

And I found that you’re the one connecting all of them.
So everything seems to make sense now…

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Secret of Happiness

Jul 16 2009 4:00 pm Published by Sir Mayo under books, quotes

A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.
Rather than finding a saintly man, though, the son, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention.
The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.
“Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,” said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. “As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.”
The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.
“Well,” asked the wise man, “did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”
The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.
“Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,” said the wise man. “You cannot trust a man if you don’t know his house.”
Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything has been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.
“But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?” asked the wise man.
Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.
“Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,” said the wise man. “The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.”

- The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho.

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