Optimism /Da bu liao

I remember people used to ask me, “How could you be so optimistic?” I couldn’t quite give an answer. Now I do. It is because of a phrase that I have not used for a very, very long time.

December+Snow+Heavy Snow+London

Not a very familiar combination. Heathrow Airport was closed. I monitored the airline website, airport website and weather forecast, like everyone else who was eager to fly out of this country. I nearly burst into tears when I know realistically, it is almost impossible that I can fly out tomorrow on time.

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We ate, drank, and laughed.

Today was the company’s away day, where I met most of the board members. Lunch, meeting, discussions, tea, coffee, and finally a Christmas dinner. We ate, drank and laughed.

Being the youngest in the whole company, not just in terms of age but also experience, I continued to be amazed by who are part of the company. They have the wisdom and experience. To guide and give reassurance. And inspiring.

But, the point is, we all ate, drank, and laughed. Together. At that moment came the sense of belonging.

“Don’t take life too seriously.” said Farooq.

When we said goodbye, we had a group hug like in the cheesey American films, and hugged goodbye for a fantastic 2010 (despite a super short one, for me), and walked confidently towards a more exciting 2011.

Being humane: Duck video and the responses

I laughed so hard when I saw this video. I watched it 20 times, I laughed 20 times. Those ducklings were so cute!

But people said, “You are cruel! You shouldn’t laugh! They are in pain!”

They have a point but they missed another point – which I personally think is a better point – “When you fall down, just get up and keep walking.”

0:06-0:08, Mama duck saw the ducklings stumbling around and panicked. That’s humane.

0:22-0:27, one little fella rushed to its brother to check on him. That’s humane.

0:27-0:30, another little fella ran to his mum. That’s humane.

0:34, Mama duck shook her feather and kept walking, proudly; ducklings followed her footsteps. That… you don’t see a lot of human beings who even think of doing that, do you? (Instead, we fall and then complain how much it hurts, or too embarrassed to keep walking.)

Think quick, think flexible

There must be a way for me to think quick, think flexible. There must be a way so that I can train myself to respond to problems more intelligently. There must be a way I can make my mind sharper to improvise around situations.

I know I like structures, advanced planning and things along those lines. Now it is becoming a weakness. Time to turn things around and try a different way.

“Let life just be like that”

So the first week of officially in the job is now gone. These five days felt good, I must say. It is less the fact that I am in a full-time one-year job. More like I feel much needed by my employer; I enjoy the dynamics and energy in the company; and I am doing something that I am good at and genuinely enjoy.

Another fact is I know that what I am doing is not something overly exciting nor challenging. Then, it is exactly the above reasons that made me feel uncomfortable in another way.  Because here come the questions: Why am I enjoying this, then? Will I just be so satisfied with what I have got now, that I will just stay at the same level?

Answering the first question could be a huge self-realisation – I am not someone who likes challenges. In other words, I’m not someone who I thought I am. I always thought in some ways I am different, e.g. I once dreamt of a nomad lifestyle, like Colin Wright; I don’t mind an unstable life, in fact, strive to/used to strive to not have a stable one, e.g. work 3 jobs at the same time, work 3 similar jobs but in 3 countries in a year and rotate every season.

I really, really do used to think that but now, I find myself thinking, “Let life just be like that”. Weekdays are occupied with work (fair enough). Weekends I’ll meet up with friends, sleep-in, go watch some movies, workout in the gym, enjoy coffee, do the chores… because I only have 24-7.

DAMN, doesn’t this life sound BORING?

Did I say I was going to learn French? Take up a new activity? Learn surfing? Learn about finance and investments? Where are my dance classes? Where is my thirst for exploring the bustling London city? Where did my crave for life go? (Big questions) Did I lose it because I’m in love? (unconsciously? consciously?) Did I lose it because I made it (to a certain extent)? (This is my first job, and I am already working for my dream company… a fact that took me a while to get over with)

Who am I? Am I really, a girl who actually just wants this life? Really?

Life for rent

Imagine… instead of an estate agent, there is a “life” agent, where people can let their lives and rent someone else’s lives.

Imagine this life agent’s office is on high street. There are panels of advertisements which you can see through the glass window. On these panels are description of a person’s life.

Would you let your life to someone else? How much is it worth?

Would you want to rent someone else’s life? How long do you want it for?

Would you rent your life? Are you making your life so brilliant, that after shopping around for other lives, you decided that you want your own life back?

*Post inspired by Dido’s Life for Rent.