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Sunday, August 26, 2007

The Paradox of Our Age
By Dr. Bob Moorehead

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more but have less; we buy more but enjoy it less; we have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, yet less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge but less judgement; more experts, yet more problems. We have more gadgets but less satisfaction; more medicine, yet less wellness; we take more vitamins but see fewer results. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values; we fly in faster planes to arrive there quicker, to do less and return sooner. We sign more contracts only to realize fewer profits; we talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things; we've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less; plan more, but accomplish less.

We make faster planes, but longer lines; we learned to rush, but not to wait; we have more weapons, but less peace; higher incomes, but lower morals; more parties, but less fun; more food, but less appeasement; more acquaintances, but fewer friends; more effort, but less success. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication. We drive smaller cars that have bigger problems; build larger factories that produce less. We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, but short character; steep profits, but shallow relationships. These are times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure and less fun; higher postage, but slower mail; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are days of two incomes, but more divorces; these are times of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, cartridge living, thow-away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies and pills that do everything from cheer, to prevent, quiet or kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stock room. Indeed, these are the times!

writing at 12:55 PM

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Kit the Cat

It's so adorable you'll fall in love with it at first sight. It was smelly and dirty when I brought it home, but after giving it a good scrub and shower with lots of scratching and mewing involved, it smelled good. Like SunSilk.

I managed to potty-train the kitten! Now it knows how to climb inside the litterbox when it needs to pee/poo. Kitty poop is so smelly it makes you faint just inhaling it.

Kit Cat is a scaredy cat. It jumps at the slightest noise. But it follows me around, trotting with wobbly steps. And when I stop walking it plays with my toes.

Kit the Cat

writing at 1:14 PM

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Close your eyes.
Stretch out your arms,
and tilt 30 degrees to the left.

writing at 2:57 AM

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Lectures only start next week. And I'm not too enthusiastic about Orientation. The whole process of making friends again is a tedious and laborious one. You can't just click and add add add friends like you do on Friendster. Plus, the older you grow, the higher the wall of self-preservation.

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Joke of the Day:

A matchstick feels a super itchy itch on his head so he scratches it furiously and suddenly, POOF, his head burst into flames! He was then admitted to the hospital. So, what did he become when he was discharged the next day?

A cotton bud. His whole head was bandaged!

HAHA.

writing at 11:36 PM

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

I read Oryx And Crake by Margaret Atwood recently. Two years ago I gave up reading it after the first chapter because it bored me to tears. But two years later, something must've changed, 'cause I couldn't put the book down. It's a good read, 'cause not everyone can make fun of humanity and get away with it.

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I wish I can put down in proper words all that's going through my mind - my (ir)rational thoughts, my self-derived conclusions, my theories, everything. Or maybe not. Because then my life would just be defined by 26 alphabets.

I wish there was a "undo" button in life.

writing at 12:41 AM

Sunday, August 05, 2007

From the bottom of my heart, to you.

Miss Chun

writing at 2:36 AM