Just received a call from a tele-marketeer. Had to reject him nicely as I don't really have the time AT ALL for anything else other than work and family.
We should take time out for ten things, though.
Take time out to work ~It is the price of success.
Take time out to think ~It is the source of power.
Take time out to play ~It is the secret of youth.
Take time out to read ~It is the foundation of knowledge.
Take time out to pray ~It is the highway of reverence and helps bring God near.
Take time out to help and enjoy friends ~This is the source of happiness.
Take time out to love ~It is the one sacrament of life.
Take time out to dream ~It hitches the soul to the stars.
Take time out to laugh ~It is the singing that eases life's load.
Take time out to spend with family ~It will be good for your heart.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
He Could See Me Play
When I was in my teens, I played tennis for my state, Perak. There was once when I was selected to represent the state again, but it meant that I had to skip school for a week, and this didn't go well with my Dad, who was a teacher. He told me that school was more important, and tennis would never be a career for me. I was mad at him for about a week.
In the end, I realised he was right.
This story is for all the parents out there.
This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. At football matches even though the son was always on the bench, and his father never missed a game, he was always in the stands cheering. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. His father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.
When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul into every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.
The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.
Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."
Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the second half, when the team was two goals behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go in."
Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him.
He ran, he passed and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way to score the winning goal. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you've never heard!
Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"
He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?"
The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"
In the end, I realised he was right.
This story is for all the parents out there.
This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. At football matches even though the son was always on the bench, and his father never missed a game, he was always in the stands cheering. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. His father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.
When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul into every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.
The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.
Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."
Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the second half, when the team was two goals behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go in."
Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him.
He ran, he passed and tackled like a star. His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way to score the winning goal. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you've never heard!
Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"
He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?"
The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"
Friday, April 24, 2009
When are you too old for anything?
The answer is NEVER!
I thought about this when I remember a conversation with my elder brother. He was 32 when he got divorced. He told me,"I'm 32, you think I'll be able to attract a woman again?"
I was flabbergasted.
I gave him the example of our father, who remarried and managed to father our step-brother at the age of 62.
So, I replied,"well, you have 30 years to break our dad's record.".
Since then, my brother has remarried. TWICE.
Also, for those who think you're too old to start a business or for work, think again.
Sam Walton started Walmart when he was FORTY FIVE (usually people in Malaysia are looking to "retire" 10 years after that age) and became a billionaire 10 years later.
Q. When is "too old"? At what age do we give up?
A. At 100, Grandma Moses was still painting.
At 98, Titian painted "Battle of Lepants"
At 93, George Bernard Shaw wrote "Farfetched Fables."
At 91, Samon de Valera served as president of Ireland.
At 90, Pablo Picasso still drew and engraved.
At 89, Arthur Rubinstein gave a recital in Carnegie Hall.
At 88, Pablo Casals still performed cello concerts.
At 82, Winston Churchill wrote the four-volume work, "A History of the English-Speaking Peoples"
At 82, Leo Tolstoy wrote "I Cannot Be Silent"
At 82, Goethe finished "Faust"
At 81, Benjamin Franklin engineered the diplomacy that led to the adoption of the US Constitution.
Your age is in your HEART and SPIRIT.
I thought about this when I remember a conversation with my elder brother. He was 32 when he got divorced. He told me,"I'm 32, you think I'll be able to attract a woman again?"
I was flabbergasted.
I gave him the example of our father, who remarried and managed to father our step-brother at the age of 62.
So, I replied,"well, you have 30 years to break our dad's record.".
Since then, my brother has remarried. TWICE.
Also, for those who think you're too old to start a business or for work, think again.
Sam Walton started Walmart when he was FORTY FIVE (usually people in Malaysia are looking to "retire" 10 years after that age) and became a billionaire 10 years later.
Q. When is "too old"? At what age do we give up?
A. At 100, Grandma Moses was still painting.
At 98, Titian painted "Battle of Lepants"
At 93, George Bernard Shaw wrote "Farfetched Fables."
At 91, Samon de Valera served as president of Ireland.
At 90, Pablo Picasso still drew and engraved.
At 89, Arthur Rubinstein gave a recital in Carnegie Hall.
At 88, Pablo Casals still performed cello concerts.
At 82, Winston Churchill wrote the four-volume work, "A History of the English-Speaking Peoples"
At 82, Leo Tolstoy wrote "I Cannot Be Silent"
At 82, Goethe finished "Faust"
At 81, Benjamin Franklin engineered the diplomacy that led to the adoption of the US Constitution.
Your age is in your HEART and SPIRIT.
Albert Einstein was a poet too!
I've always liked his work, and the more I delve into the man's life, the deeper my respect grows.
Watch the stars, and from them learn.
To the Master's honor all must turn,
each in its track, without a sound,
forever tracing Newton's ground.
- Albert Einstein (1875-1955)
Watch the stars, and from them learn.
To the Master's honor all must turn,
each in its track, without a sound,
forever tracing Newton's ground.
- Albert Einstein (1875-1955)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Life and natural selection
My godsister sent someone to demonstrate a type of cleaning equipment last night. It's something called HYLA and it's a mixture between aircleaning and vacuum cleaning. I'm not going to say anything except that I think it's worth a try for concerned parents who have kids with asthma.
My 2 boys have been sick a few times and in the beginning, their breathing was so bad they had to use medicated inhalers to clear their air passage AND strengthen their lungs.
My thinking is this.
Why do kids nowadays get sick so easily?
20 years ago, my friends and I would WAIT for RAIN so that we could play football IN the rain!
We came back after the game, had a shower and "strangely", we didn't die of pneumonia.
Nowadays, I see some kids who seem so vulnerable to infection and sickness. Why is that?
Ever since I started having these thoughts, I told my wife, I think it's better for the kids to fight the colds and their runny noses ON THEIR OWN.
NO MORE medicines. No more fever drops. No more spoonfuls of influenza medication.
Let's see how tough they are.
I heard this story about Eskimo babies. Someone please tell me if it's true.
Apparently when an Inuit baby is born, they'll dip him / her in the ice cold water. If the baby doesn't die, then it will live a long life. Otherwise, it's better that the baby dies straightaway.
What's the point? If you're not able to withstand the Alaskan cold from the beginning, you're going to have a short life there anyway.
So our children are drinking 100-dollars milk powder, wearing Guess Kids / Osh Kosh B'gosh apparel and being made to wash their hands if they touch the floor. And then what happens?
They grow up to be sissies!
For god's sake, I used to LOVE playing with earth/sand/mud etc. I don't see why my kids shouldn't do the same. Why? Has the environment changed so much that children may mutate from being out in the sunshine?
So, "Optimus Prime" Ethan and "Maximus Aurelius" Ewan, ROCK ON!
PS. Try not to let your mom see you so dirty, ok? And don't tell her I said so!
My 2 boys have been sick a few times and in the beginning, their breathing was so bad they had to use medicated inhalers to clear their air passage AND strengthen their lungs.
My thinking is this.
Why do kids nowadays get sick so easily?
20 years ago, my friends and I would WAIT for RAIN so that we could play football IN the rain!
We came back after the game, had a shower and "strangely", we didn't die of pneumonia.
Nowadays, I see some kids who seem so vulnerable to infection and sickness. Why is that?
Ever since I started having these thoughts, I told my wife, I think it's better for the kids to fight the colds and their runny noses ON THEIR OWN.
NO MORE medicines. No more fever drops. No more spoonfuls of influenza medication.
Let's see how tough they are.
I heard this story about Eskimo babies. Someone please tell me if it's true.
Apparently when an Inuit baby is born, they'll dip him / her in the ice cold water. If the baby doesn't die, then it will live a long life. Otherwise, it's better that the baby dies straightaway.
What's the point? If you're not able to withstand the Alaskan cold from the beginning, you're going to have a short life there anyway.
So our children are drinking 100-dollars milk powder, wearing Guess Kids / Osh Kosh B'gosh apparel and being made to wash their hands if they touch the floor. And then what happens?
They grow up to be sissies!
For god's sake, I used to LOVE playing with earth/sand/mud etc. I don't see why my kids shouldn't do the same. Why? Has the environment changed so much that children may mutate from being out in the sunshine?
So, "Optimus Prime" Ethan and "Maximus Aurelius" Ewan, ROCK ON!
PS. Try not to let your mom see you so dirty, ok? And don't tell her I said so!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Strangest lawsuit ever?
I have always tried to keep this website family-friendly without any sexual innuendos or profanities.
But this piece of news was just TOO funny!
"A judge in Stuttgart, Germany, is currently trying to decide on a lawsuit in which a man hired his neighbour to impregnate his wife.
It gets weirder.
Demetrius Soupolos, 29, and his former beauty queen wife, Traute, were very keen to have a child together, but Demetrius was sterile so they began to seek out other possible options.
The option the couple eventually decided on was to hire their neighbour Frank Maus, 34, to impregnate Traute.
Maus, who was already married with two children agreed to do the job for the fee of €2,000. For three evenings a week for the next six months, a total of 72 different times, Maus tried to impregnate Traute.
When his own wife objected, Maus explained that he was "only doing it for the money."
After the unsuccessful six-month period Soupolos insisted that Maus take a medical examination. The doctor concluded that Maus was also sterile, which forced his wife into admitting that their two children did not belong to him.
Soupolos is now suing Maus in an effort to get his money back. Maus' argument is that he did not guarantee conception, only that he would try his hardest."
As usual, we should try to dissect the points logically.
First question.
Hello, there's this thing called a test-tube baby. Ever heard of it?
2nd question.
72 times? SEVENTY TWO times? What kind of person tells another man, "Here she is, let's see you go at it again"?
The killer line,"he would try his hardest".
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I think that's one hell of an adverb to use.
Oh, I bet he was "hardly" trying.
But this piece of news was just TOO funny!
"A judge in Stuttgart, Germany, is currently trying to decide on a lawsuit in which a man hired his neighbour to impregnate his wife.
It gets weirder.
Demetrius Soupolos, 29, and his former beauty queen wife, Traute, were very keen to have a child together, but Demetrius was sterile so they began to seek out other possible options.
The option the couple eventually decided on was to hire their neighbour Frank Maus, 34, to impregnate Traute.
Maus, who was already married with two children agreed to do the job for the fee of €2,000. For three evenings a week for the next six months, a total of 72 different times, Maus tried to impregnate Traute.
When his own wife objected, Maus explained that he was "only doing it for the money."
After the unsuccessful six-month period Soupolos insisted that Maus take a medical examination. The doctor concluded that Maus was also sterile, which forced his wife into admitting that their two children did not belong to him.
Soupolos is now suing Maus in an effort to get his money back. Maus' argument is that he did not guarantee conception, only that he would try his hardest."
As usual, we should try to dissect the points logically.
First question.
Hello, there's this thing called a test-tube baby. Ever heard of it?
2nd question.
72 times? SEVENTY TWO times? What kind of person tells another man, "Here she is, let's see you go at it again"?
The killer line,"he would try his hardest".
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I think that's one hell of an adverb to use.
Oh, I bet he was "hardly" trying.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Are you happy, are you REALLY happy?
This was the question a PhD holder once asked me. Dr. Jim, one of my colleagues in PwC. A bit of a weirdo, but harmless.
It's lunchtime, and I had thought of posting but the fastest (read: laziest) way to post is by lifting someone's post.
In this case, let me be clear. It's an absolute delight to find it, to read it, savour and understand it.
Because it's exactly the type of posts I have always wanted to put on this blog. Forget my socio-political phase back from when RPK was detained up to January when I decided to stop on the political posts.
This blog of mine is meant for the improvement and betterment of life, mine, the children and anyone who stumbles on to here. Also, it's meant as a reminder and collection of my personal thoughts.
Without any further ado, here we go.
(Uncle Zorro, also borrowing your "style" of Friday Guest Blogger)
Friday, April 17, 2009
COMMIT TO BE HAPPY
at http://masterwordsmith2.blogspot.com/
Today, I reaffirmed a personal commitment to be happy, in spite of what life hands me. I've decided that there are too many things over which I have no control, and the only thing I can do is to stop allowing them to make dents in my spirit.Happiness is not something that others can take from me. It's something that I would have to throw away on my own.There will be times when things don't turn out the way I want them to. My best friend at work may turn out to be a power-hungry corporate animal that backstabs me at every opportunity. The promotion I worked so hard for may go to someone else. My partner might decide to leave me, a day before we are due to go for a vacation together. I may lose most of my savings in a market crash.These are things that can happen to the most loving, compassionate, careful and reasonable person. But after the initial pain and shock, the decision whether or not to let myself languish in despair is entirely up to me. I can allow misfortune to form the bulk of my life, or I can choose to leave what's past in the past, and move on.One's friendly and caring behavior towards others should not be motivated by the thought of equally kind and affectionate responses. You understand yourself best, and regardless of how reasonably and responsibly you live your life, there will be people who won't see your point of view or share your motivations.People have the right to act in any way they see fit. I don't have the right to judge whether their behavior is acceptable or not. They have to bear the responsibility for their own actions, and so do I. By feeling sorry for myself, I am simply continuing the work for them, long after they've dealt their blow. I've decided that, as far as possible, I will not allow these people to disturb my mind.There are many things for which I can be grateful. There are yet unexplored experiences in which I can find enrichment and meaning. There are yet others who will like me for who I am, and in spite of who I am. If I spend my time being resentful and miserable, I'm denying myself the satisfaction of enjoying what this life has to offer.There are enough unhappy people in this world who punish themselves and others constantly in a bid to find redress and compensation. But there is no satisfaction in retaliation and revenge. It's a waste of time and spirit.
It's lunchtime, and I had thought of posting but the fastest (read: laziest) way to post is by lifting someone's post.
In this case, let me be clear. It's an absolute delight to find it, to read it, savour and understand it.
Because it's exactly the type of posts I have always wanted to put on this blog. Forget my socio-political phase back from when RPK was detained up to January when I decided to stop on the political posts.
This blog of mine is meant for the improvement and betterment of life, mine, the children and anyone who stumbles on to here. Also, it's meant as a reminder and collection of my personal thoughts.
Without any further ado, here we go.
(Uncle Zorro, also borrowing your "style" of Friday Guest Blogger)
Friday, April 17, 2009
COMMIT TO BE HAPPY
at http://masterwordsmith2.blogspot.com/
Today, I reaffirmed a personal commitment to be happy, in spite of what life hands me. I've decided that there are too many things over which I have no control, and the only thing I can do is to stop allowing them to make dents in my spirit.Happiness is not something that others can take from me. It's something that I would have to throw away on my own.There will be times when things don't turn out the way I want them to. My best friend at work may turn out to be a power-hungry corporate animal that backstabs me at every opportunity. The promotion I worked so hard for may go to someone else. My partner might decide to leave me, a day before we are due to go for a vacation together. I may lose most of my savings in a market crash.These are things that can happen to the most loving, compassionate, careful and reasonable person. But after the initial pain and shock, the decision whether or not to let myself languish in despair is entirely up to me. I can allow misfortune to form the bulk of my life, or I can choose to leave what's past in the past, and move on.One's friendly and caring behavior towards others should not be motivated by the thought of equally kind and affectionate responses. You understand yourself best, and regardless of how reasonably and responsibly you live your life, there will be people who won't see your point of view or share your motivations.People have the right to act in any way they see fit. I don't have the right to judge whether their behavior is acceptable or not. They have to bear the responsibility for their own actions, and so do I. By feeling sorry for myself, I am simply continuing the work for them, long after they've dealt their blow. I've decided that, as far as possible, I will not allow these people to disturb my mind.There are many things for which I can be grateful. There are yet unexplored experiences in which I can find enrichment and meaning. There are yet others who will like me for who I am, and in spite of who I am. If I spend my time being resentful and miserable, I'm denying myself the satisfaction of enjoying what this life has to offer.There are enough unhappy people in this world who punish themselves and others constantly in a bid to find redress and compensation. But there is no satisfaction in retaliation and revenge. It's a waste of time and spirit.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tax time
It's time to file in your tax return.
I forgot the password. Well, it's been a year.
Must be getting older faster than I thought.
Tried to call the IRD's hotline. Tried BOTH numbers.
"Sorry, our officers are currently all engaged."
Wah, that many people getting married in IRD?
Anyway, I probably have that password filed somewhere in my cabinet.
Have to go home after work to look for it.
Hello, IRD, anyone working or not?
You said you extended your office hours from 0730 hrs to 1930 hrs, right?
I want to pay money to you so that the current government can waste it in the next by-election, can or not?
Sidenote. Anyone notice the headlines of both Star and NST? Both also "Status Quo".
2nd time I've noticed that after the Yoga Ban.
The coordination between the Information Ministry and the Chief Editors must be very good.
It's the weekend and it's my turn to be off on Saturday. HOORAY!
On to the golf course, and watching the Masters! Yay!
I forgot the password. Well, it's been a year.
Must be getting older faster than I thought.
Tried to call the IRD's hotline. Tried BOTH numbers.
"Sorry, our officers are currently all engaged."
Wah, that many people getting married in IRD?
Anyway, I probably have that password filed somewhere in my cabinet.
Have to go home after work to look for it.
Hello, IRD, anyone working or not?
You said you extended your office hours from 0730 hrs to 1930 hrs, right?
I want to pay money to you so that the current government can waste it in the next by-election, can or not?
Sidenote. Anyone notice the headlines of both Star and NST? Both also "Status Quo".
2nd time I've noticed that after the Yoga Ban.
The coordination between the Information Ministry and the Chief Editors must be very good.
It's the weekend and it's my turn to be off on Saturday. HOORAY!
On to the golf course, and watching the Masters! Yay!
Friday, April 03, 2009
Cheng Beng / Ming
This weekend, will go back to Taiping with my eldest sister and elder brother.
Strange, I never did like doing Cheng Beng / Ming (pronounciation on whether you're Hokkien or Cantonese) when I was a kid.
And now, as an adult, suddenly I realise the Confucian-ness values of doing so.
Without our grandparents, there wouldn't be our parents. And without the existence of our parents, there certainly wouldn't be us.
Whatever it is the reason for them to bring us into this world, it was also up to them to bring us up.
The time, effort and love involved in raising a child.
Last night, I held Ewan as I rocked him to sleep. Couldn't believe how tranquil it made me feel. Watching him slowly close his eyes and then to the land of dreams.
I hope one day, when I go, he will dilligently come to my resting place (at least once annually) and say, I miss you, Dad.
Strange, I never did like doing Cheng Beng / Ming (pronounciation on whether you're Hokkien or Cantonese) when I was a kid.
And now, as an adult, suddenly I realise the Confucian-ness values of doing so.
Without our grandparents, there wouldn't be our parents. And without the existence of our parents, there certainly wouldn't be us.
Whatever it is the reason for them to bring us into this world, it was also up to them to bring us up.
The time, effort and love involved in raising a child.
Last night, I held Ewan as I rocked him to sleep. Couldn't believe how tranquil it made me feel. Watching him slowly close his eyes and then to the land of dreams.
I hope one day, when I go, he will dilligently come to my resting place (at least once annually) and say, I miss you, Dad.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Albert Einstein was a Buddhist?
The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion.
It should transcend personal God and avoid dogma and theology.
Covering both the natural and the spiritual, it should be based on a religious sense arising from the experience of all things natural and spiritual as a meaningful unity.
Buddhism answers this description.
If there is any religion that can cope with modern scientific needs it is Buddhism.
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
It should transcend personal God and avoid dogma and theology.
Covering both the natural and the spiritual, it should be based on a religious sense arising from the experience of all things natural and spiritual as a meaningful unity.
Buddhism answers this description.
If there is any religion that can cope with modern scientific needs it is Buddhism.
- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Trust and everything else
I got backstabbed in my company.
I know who it is. And I won't plan on any vengeance. It would be a waste of time.
How people think and how they act on their thoughts is something you can never control.
I supposed he felt threatened the day I joined the company. Leapfrogged over him to take over 2 departments.
He's 15 years my senior and had been serving in the company for 10 years. Perhaps he thought he was the most eligible candidate to take over the post.
To laugh at me while I was reprimanded by my directors was an evil thing to do.
I cannot fathom how anyone can keep so much venom in themselves. Is it worthwhile to keep all that poison in your heart, like a cancer slowly eating you from the inside?
I still acknowledge him. "Good morning" etc. But he'll never talk back to me. Weirdo.
All I can think of is this phrase.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
You can meet nasty people, impolite ones and absolutely horrible persons with no notion of what manners mean.
It does not mean you have to be a bastard/asshole back at them. I can't remember, but maybe it was Gandhi who said you can win over your bitterest enemies if you give them sufficient love and kindness.
Everyone has their own inner demons. That they're fighting off everyday. In their minds. In their hearts.
I believe in the goodness of humans. I trust that everyone has a good side to them. Nevermind any bad side.
To be able trust your fellow human, I feel, I suppose that's the biggest hurdle for most people to overcome.
But without trust, there's nothing else.
I know who it is. And I won't plan on any vengeance. It would be a waste of time.
How people think and how they act on their thoughts is something you can never control.
I supposed he felt threatened the day I joined the company. Leapfrogged over him to take over 2 departments.
He's 15 years my senior and had been serving in the company for 10 years. Perhaps he thought he was the most eligible candidate to take over the post.
To laugh at me while I was reprimanded by my directors was an evil thing to do.
I cannot fathom how anyone can keep so much venom in themselves. Is it worthwhile to keep all that poison in your heart, like a cancer slowly eating you from the inside?
I still acknowledge him. "Good morning" etc. But he'll never talk back to me. Weirdo.
All I can think of is this phrase.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
You can meet nasty people, impolite ones and absolutely horrible persons with no notion of what manners mean.
It does not mean you have to be a bastard/asshole back at them. I can't remember, but maybe it was Gandhi who said you can win over your bitterest enemies if you give them sufficient love and kindness.
Everyone has their own inner demons. That they're fighting off everyday. In their minds. In their hearts.
I believe in the goodness of humans. I trust that everyone has a good side to them. Nevermind any bad side.
To be able trust your fellow human, I feel, I suppose that's the biggest hurdle for most people to overcome.
But without trust, there's nothing else.
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