time

what's the first thing you do when you wake up?

risky earth

i was just reading about the death of Marc Vivian Foe, a well-known football player who collapsed during a football game and was later found unable to be resuscitated. it’s an outdated story though, but the reason i brought this up is because the irony that occurred. By common sense, an active athlete who was practising everyday to develop his strength and fitness should be able to increase his lifespan more than an average person normally has. but sometimes things happen the other way round. surely the world has so much to offer but there’s always a catch that we aren’t able to see.

 marc vivian foe.

the point here is how and where can we find the safest place in this world? it’s not only limited to physical places but the ones you’re in at the moment, are you sure you’re on the right track on your way to success? are you sure you’ve made the right decision? are you sure what you are doing is right? are you sure you are always safe? we might be thinking that we have less than 1% chance of getting an accident. it doesn’t matter if it’s on the road, at home or anyplace else. we think we’re always careful and will never experience bad occurrences like the ones we see on tv or forwarded emails. but hey, we can drive safely but there’s always a chance that other drivers might send you flying. we can go to the gym and work out but we’ve heard news of gym goers died of too much exercise. so, how?

it creates a dilemma. but would we choose to stay at home and do nothing just to protect ourselves? no, it’s boring and unproductive. even if we do, we are still at risk – our houses might collapse or we might get hospitalized for eating too much nice foods. we never know. if this gets you thinking, let’s look at the bright side of this difficulty. enjoy every second of your life. we are always at risk, so be it. take it as a challenge we can get pleasure from.

 

let’s get something to eat. :)

perfect practice

here's a little writing from me inspired by an infamous magician. read it and you might wanna apply it to your daily lives.

practising can get boring in time. at first everything seems to be interesting and exciting as we get better at something we want to achieve.

there are many reasons to it. it could be that we are doing something that someone's not doing so that we are able to expose our expertise and talent to people. it could also be the feeling that we are one step ahead of everyone else. it could also be anything. whatever they are, every reason will not be able to impede ourselves from entering the realm of boredom. it happens. always.

it's not that practising is boring. it's just the fact that we are doing the same thing over and over again that makes it one. once we reach about 75% good at something, we'd stop. and we'd start using a phrase like "good enough". but at some point in time, we do realize that we are not satisfied. even if we do. it's a fake one. it's a true satisfaction that we want, which gets us stop floating in between certainty and uncertainty.

it's the most successful individuals or experts or bosses who take it all the way through the final 25%.

if you haven't got what I mean already, this is it: the main reason we get bored is we don't consider our flaws. we keep practising the same way. we see very little difference. we see no point in continuing. it's boring!

we get stuck evaluating ourselves from 0-75 scale instead of pushing ourselves into the 75-100 scale. the latter contains flaws that need fixing. find them, fix them, it's like we are practising something new, which gets us interested and excited, again. once we're done. we thought we were just doing something new, which in fact it's the same thing we're working on. once we wake up, there will be a nice feeling waiting for you - with one big difference - true satisfaction.

good night, fellas.

a busy week

it has been a busy week and now i already feel like i am on a holiday.

there will be no sociolinguistic lecture and tutorial next week. the lecture's gonna be tomorrow (monday) morning. early in the morning. 

there should be no monday blues for me. it's been a tiring month though. what i meant was that i was given a month to finish my sociolinguistic assignment. really, i was very tired. i spent the whole month doing the assignment. i even joined a conference on the topic sapir-whorf hypothesis/linguistic relativity held by my colleagues. that's how good i am. i am proud of myself. i borrowed lots of books in advance, the early bird catches the worm. i could see 1st-year undergraduates cluelessly standing in front of the book-machine, trying to figure out how to use it without any mistake. every hour i analysed thoroughly every book i had just to avoid missing subtle details that could enrich the content of my essay. i re-typed my draft. and.. done.

 edward sapir.

reality:

i still have another class every monday morning.

it's not been a tiring month. i enjoyed my raya.

i finished my assignment within a day.

i didn't join the conference.

i'm not that good.

am i proud of myself? i don't know.

the last person to go to the library. i went there on a friday morning before i started typing.

all paramount books were already checked out. i was too.. tooo late.

that was me, a 2nd-year undergraduate borrowing books. for the first time.

i didn't analyse the books thoroughly.

i didn't analyse all of them.

i didn't do my draft. i went straight to the final draft.

and.. heck, i am still done.

:D

 benjamin lee whorf.

ahh.. names of the week: edward sapir and benjamin lee whorf. till we meet again, sirrrrrr!

you might wanna check out rayna's post on what i mean by names of the week.

see ya.

19th october

everyone familiar with 13th Friday? i've got a new one that 'works' on me pretty well so far - 19th october that is. a little bit superstitious, i know but i just had the feel to post it.

 

i don’t know what has been going on. from the moment i opened my eyes until noon, seven unfavourable things happened to me. from noon until at the time of typing this, i've received another two - both involving breaking things.

 

what comes next? i am yet to know.

 

maybe i am just a bit too analytical today. never stopped searching for bad things that’d happen instead of finding good and lovely phenomena. well, what’s the point, not a single dust of goodness showed up though. oh, maybe tonight? maybe not.

 

hello, world.

-better luck next time-