What you see is not what you get; same goes for me.

Not a mess, just disorganised.

Of doubts and regrets; of unreached limitations.

I can't tell you.

For love or for money?
it's pure rhetoric

I just hav to take it down a notch

How things have changed. When things that once mattered so much to you don't hold any significance at all.
At all.

Franklin Roosevelt said the repetition of a lie many times does not make it the truth. That's why I kept mum.

He who praises the beauty of it may be lying.

At crossroads already.

I've got to start it right. No salting the game.

3-minute management course

Lesson 1:

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you £800 to drop that towel." After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.

After a few seconds, Bob hands her £800 and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?"

"It was Bob the next door neighbour," she replies.
"Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about the £800 he owes me?" 

Moral of the story:

If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Lesson 2:

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish."

"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world."

Puff! She's gone.

"Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life."

Puff! He's gone.

"OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager. The manager says,

"I want those two back in the office after lunch."

Moral of the story:

Always let your boss have the first say

Lesson 3:

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dungon him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out!He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Moral of the story:

(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy

(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your
friend

(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep
your mouth shut

When asked about our favourite pastime, some say it's reading, some shopping, some eating. I say, it's gossiping .

Apparently, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about at all. Oh well, talk about looking at things through different perspectives. Like war and peace- do they really rival? What leads to what? It's like, chicken or egg first.

From the nothing-better-to-do meddling ones to the backstabbing ones, I guess we are all in control of how we react to the people and events in our lives. Either we be stupid and give negativity power over our lives just as hoped or we opt for happiness instead.

Maybe I shall focus on what's important because "If you don't you're the destroyer of your life". And yes, I'm quoting you. Need a name mention? Haha. Another friend of mine said, "Who cares. And why bother?" That's even a better approach, if only I could even attempt. One more told me, "Just think of the next sale." Wasn't quite a wise one, but good enough for a laugh. Well, whatever it is, thanks a lot. Sounds mushy but I don't know of a better way.

Those who gossip with you will gossip of you; the only time people dislike gossip is when it's about them. Yet it's not our fault because gossips are things we like to hear about someone we don't. It's chatter about the human race by lovers and haters of the same.

I do it too. And now I believe in karma. Sue me .

To whom it may concern: I guess this is the most direct entry I've ever posted. That's the best I could do. Lol. So don't mock me anymore .

If only I could fall in love with what's in front of me and not want the dream or what I cannot have- the more unattainable, the more attractive- then I'd recognize the word satisfaction. Yet having is not as pleasing as wanting. Nonsensical, but nevertheless true. I can relate to it and I'm sure most of us can; maybe it's just a matter of time. Since whatever I want too much I can't have, when I really want something, I shall try to want it a little less rather than force myself to get whatever that is, because once it's gotten, it's going to be of lesser significance anyway, if any at all.

Wanting. Waiting.