Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

plant a tree

the left corner side of my office table
(OK, it was with the help of props :$)

I think I need to add to my 2009 resolution: to start planting a tree.

Kiss on the forehead (KOTF)

During our three-weeks on Friday night dinner ritual, my ex-housemate, K and I talked about this ‘no-added value’ book I was reading calls “He’s Just Not That Into You” by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo. (This book is such a waste of money. Please don’t buy it. Just borrow it from me.)

Anyway the book lead us to this. K told me about one of her best-friend’s new theory about getting a kiss on the forehead. She insisted that it is not sweet nor meaningful like what it seems like on TV. According to her, it means: “No, I’m not going to kiss you anywhere else, honey,” sort of kiss, she said. Basically, the boy is just not that into the girl. Her argument was, if he really likes her, why forehead?

Before K heard about this, she and I share the same sentiment that KOTF means something deeper and gentler. Then maybe we both watched too many Asian soap dramas during our uni year. But is it? Does KOTF really mean the guy isn’t that into us?

Do tell.

10,000 hours

I am reading 'Outliers: Story of success' by Malcolm Caldwell.

One of his theories (the one in the earlier pages) is that how practices ARE the fundamental of your success. He suggests that the threshold for creating a masterpiece (in any sort of field: being a programmer, doctor, pilot, WRITER!) is an intense experience of 10,000 hours.

So, no intense writing for me. My experience with writings are more.. personal like:

I remember start writing "mispronounced-no ending stories" in English back when I was in the fourth/fifth grade. Oh, and the 'class newspaper' me and my fellow blogger here, DN, did when we were in the fourth grade. I was religiously writing my diaries (still have them. as a proof.) since I asked my mom for a diary back in the fourth grade. OK. Let's say fourth grade I started writing and my diaries last until I was grade 8. (1,000hrs).

Then I wrote a few short stories here and there from grade 8 to 12. (2,000hrs ~assume 2hrs writing per day on average)

Uni~ the most fruitless time of my life (at least the first half of it) I rarely write except the management/marketing assignments. (1,500hrs)

Work. Me and my research reports. Where I spent at least 5 hours per day trying to write something out of my butt (3,470hrs).

Goodness. I'm still 2,000hrs short from my 'masterpiece'!

Do you have any passion that you're working hardly on (design, drama, agriculture, finance~ maybe just maybe, drawing, speaking, programming, music)?

Now, have you done it for 10,000hrs or more?