Oftentimes, for lack of inspiration I can only get down to something mediocre when I post and so I decide against it. That doesn't mean I believe that everything I eventually type is read-worthy. There've been blogs I've visited that made me feel that I'd be better off stapling my ears midway through reading and then there were those that just made me either feel inspired to get my fingers typing right away or want to give up writing anymore completely.
I've watched The Arena a few times and boy, can those kids argue. Having to follow through aggressive arguments, make split-second judgments, spot the smallest errors that can topple your opponent, dig into that bottomless pool of information in your head and sieve out an inch-perfect return ball. I could never do that.
The people at work run trains of thought at the speed of light. Wei, Linda, HJ; all top-guns in their line of work and ever-ready to mince your words and serve them back on a platter. I just let them go on and on cos I could never bother. I have my ways.
I'm not one to mentally multi-task and beat my conversational counterpart into pulp in an argument, but I'm not any less capable in the propensity of thought. It's just that I've met people who are so self-assured that idealism makes you a loser, but I'm sure we're all just pretty much on different ends of the personality plane. You've got yours and I've got mine, and then we'll never see eye to eye which can be such a pity but that's just the way it is.
At the end of the day, I'm all for pragmatism and a supposedly time-wasting whollistic conversation and I won't bother selling an idea if I know I'm not naturally capable of it.
Alv's left the office now; I'll always remember his laid back stance with a consistent fag in hand, and his "fuck la, just follow your heart, I say" will be etched in my head quite permanently.
Corporate gay-ness is quite an inevitable thing.
It's really not all the money and power in the world I'd wanna have, no matter how good you could argue in a that's-the-only-thing-that-ever-matters kinda way. I've got pursuits that'll make me feel a million-grand richer.
There aren't any virgins left, cos life has screwed us all.
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