Monthly Archive: December 2012

The Final Countdown… Not.

Getting excited for a non-event, hooray! Time and Date have been nice enough to develop a quaint countdown. Especially humorous is the demo button which shows what will happen in the last three seconds; the screen shakes, whirls and then a fake 503 error (connection lost) pops up.  Naughty… I love it! http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/maya

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Currently procrastinating. I should be playing games. Seriously, who procrastinates from playing games?

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We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

— Albert Einstein

Requirements of life

Misanthropy

esterday I had an introductory conversation with a new acquaintance. Discussing aspirations I rattled off my goals of becoming a highly resourceful and knowledgeable HR practitioner, a HR executive and a philanthropist. That I wanted to improve the working conditions in third world countries by establishing a foundation that educates and supplies low to nil cost alternative practices and […]

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Hallelujah

Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah. Music has a strange effect on me in that it can evoke an emotional response with greater ease than anything else. This song is one of the few that can actually get under my skin. I suppose for me, it’s because I can relate many aspects of the song to myself […]

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Motivation, Procrastination and Efficiency

otivation is an odd thing. For me, it comes in powerful bursts which are normally accompanied by a white-hot interest in something. When motivated, I have an unmatched attention-span, I will be totally absorbed in what I am doing, time will pass and I won’t notice. It’s almost like obsession. The subject of my fixation […]

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Heart Disease

elationships are always a difficult subject for me. I have little to no social needs, I’m psychologically independent and I don’t seek anyone for validation. I’ve never been initially attracted to any of my partners, not physically or even intellectually, as it takes a stupid amount of time to decide if I actually like them as a person, let […]

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This is my brain
And I live in it
It’s made of love
And bad song lyrics
It’s tucked away behind my eyes
Where all my screwed up thoughts can hide
Cos God forbid I hurt somebody
And the weirdest thing about a mind
Is that every answer that you find
Is the basis of a brand new cliché

This is my brain
And it’s fine
It’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine
It’s not perfect
I’m not quite sure I’ve worked out how to work it
It’s not perfect
But it’s mine

— Tim Minchin - 'Not Perfect'

Not Perfect