Journey to the Past

I got this story from Darwin. It's definitely an eye opener...  Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100… If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this… The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing. The fifth would pay $1. The sixth would pay $3. The seventh would pay $7. The eighth would pay $12. The ninth would pay $18. The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59. So, that’s what they decided to do.. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve ball. "Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I’m going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20. Drinks for the ten men would now cost just $80." The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes. So the first four men were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six men? The pa

When going to the Mall the other day with my friend, I mentioned in the passing that I am looking for a new journal, just to write my thoughts down. There was none that I liked at the time, so I didn't buy any. Since then, Chris and I have been going to stores looking for the "perfect journal" (or at least a "good enough journal"), but everything was either too expensive or just not good enough for the purpose I have in mind. And today.. voila! My friend called me and gave me a brand new cute journal. Wowww... It's so cute, too! This is exactly what I was looking for. Thanks, Jen!

Lifehacker shows up with an article titled " How to Be an Effective Liar ". One comment cracks me up.. When I was a kid, I learned pretty quickly that the best way to lie is to tell the truth, but embellish it so much that it won't be believed.   "Did you have a party while your mother and I were gone?"   "Oh yeah! You missed out. It started out fairly small, but by the end, E! News showed up and the Goodyear blimp did a couple of flyovers. Luckily, Martha Stewart got the ankle tracker off, so she came out and helped us clean up afterwards. I'll make sure we take pictures next time." Hahaha.. ^_^

Does people realize that: 1. misspelling a word makes them look uneducated, and 2. using shorthand in emails makes them look 5 ?? Emails are NOT telegrams! You cannot save money by typing less characters in your emails, people! (I can understand if it's in SMS). Ugh! (Just have to vent...) >_<

After debating and thinking over about where to go for our vacation this year, Chris and I finally decided to go to Mexico. The place looks great , and the price is reasonable too, because we are going when people are coming back to work. Ahhh.. I can't wait for January to be here...

I love this song from "Paws and Tales". It's called  When You're Wrong (You're Wrong) . Listen to the chorus lines: When you're wrong, you're wrong No, you really can't deny it When you're wrong, you're wrong You can try and modify it But you're wrong and all along You think no good could come about From it being pointed out But when you're wrong, you're wrong So we knew we should admit it But we didn't quit the fight There's no need to complicate it There's no other way to state it If you say that we were wrong You would be right When you're wrong, you're wrong Learn your lesson and apply it When you're wrong, you're wrong You just got to humble pie it When you're wrong, and we were wrong But now we know it's good advice For us to stop and recognize That when you're wrong, you're wrong So if ever you're corrected You should not put up a fight Simply learn to take direction Without

Monday, 4.30 PM Me : (shutting down computer) My boss's boss : (walk past my cube, look at my bag, look at his watch) Me : (but.. but.. ) My boss's boss : (keep walking..) Me : (.. I came in early this morning...) My boss's boss : (not even in my sight anymore) Me : (...) My inner self : Uhm.. can I leave now?

After not exercising for quite some time (uhm.. years..), I decided to join the Core Crew meetings in the office. It's only twice a week, 30 minutes each. Really, it's not that long. How hard could it be? 5 minutes into the class: Me :  I.. ugh.. can't... ugh.. do.. ugh.. this.. ugh... Instructor : Of course you can, you are doing great! Me : I.. ugh.. feel.. ugh.. like.. ugh.. dying.. ugh.. My "neighbour" : Yeah, I think I'd rather be fat. My feelings exactly!