Laws of the Corporate World

P = w/t

Reads: Power is work over time.

In other words, if you want power, you have to work overtime.

Pt = w
Reads: Power times time is work.

It follows that, if you want to hold power for a period of time, you have to work for it.

2Pt = 2w

Therefore, if you want more power in a longer period of time, you have to do more work!

Man, this is a dog-eat-dog world!

Anyway, now that you have witnessed what Physics can do to an English major, I have to get back to studying Physics for my mid-term...

A nightmare erred

Violently I shook
With tears of sorrow
or rather of fear.
I don't quite know.

Of this I'm sure:
It's a nightmare erred.

Silently I pondered
the question "Why";
To this none answered
And I'm left in a puzzle.

Of this I'm sure:
It's a nightmare erred.

Secretly I hope
it's just a joke-
that it's April Fool!
a little overdue.

Then I'll know for sure:
It's a nightmare erred.

of Beauty

Every now and then,
I shift my beauty-starved eyes
from the monitor screen,
from the books and notes.

I leave the air-conditioned room
and roam in the cool night air,
drinking in the beauty of God's creation
like a vagabond in the desert
who stumbled upon an oasis.

I lift my head
and feast my eyes upon the beauty-
to which none can compare.

I froze in awe and wonder.

But I do that
only once in a while.
For norm is the cruel murderer of beauty.

Urgent!

"What we call 'being in love' is a glorious state, and, in several ways, good for us. It helps to make us generous and courageous, it opens our eyes not only to the beauty of the beloved but to all beauty, and it subordinates (especially at first) our merely animal sexuality; in that sense, love is the great conqueror of lust.... Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go. And in fact, whatever people say, the state called 'being in love' usually does not last. If the old fairy-tale ending 'They lived happily ever after' is taken to mean 'They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt before the day they were married', then it says probably what never was nor ever would be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be 'in love' need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense--love as distinct from 'being in love'--is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be 'in love' with someone else. 'Being in love' first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it."

- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

Far too many people desperately need to hear this message, and I sure do wish I can shout it out from the mountaintop.

Once upon a time

Once upon a time, we wanted to outgrow our jeans. Now, we want our jeans to outgrow us.

Once upon a time, we wished we could help Mummy clean. Now, cleaning becomes a chore.

Once upon a time, we looked forward to our next birthday. Now, we wish that it creeps up as slowly as possible.

Once upon a time, we wanted to be just like Mummy or Daddy. Now, being likened to our parents is an offence.

Once upon a time, we looked forward to each new day. Now, each new day is just another set of routine.

I wonder if anything had changed, or are we just being carried away by the tide of time?