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A Perfect Day

A Perfect Day. The ideal, the best, the only, eludes the imagination of many artists, romantics, realists, strategists, bosses, employees … basically, everyone.
 
Question: how will a perfect day be different from any other day? Every day is a 24-hour period. All creatures possess these 24 hours. No more, no less.
Next question: does it mean maximum productivity will result in a perfect day? Not necessary, it depends on the objective of the individual. For me, being a couch potato for a whole day isn’t too bad, sounds brilliant to me actually.
I see you are nodding your head in agreement. *smile* But your boss would love to have a maximum productivity, right?
 
Oh, you already have thought out how to spend a perfect day. Where, when, with who, and how. But you just lack the $$$ to proceed.
A general idea of how to spend my $$$ in holiday is always on top of my mind, however that might not be the Perfect Day.
Some brides-to-be will reply saying that their wedding day will be the Perfect Day. Hmmm, seriously? They are only qualified to make this statement after they have gone through that entire day.
Me? My conclusion? There is no definition.
 
But it will be cool to know how others envision their perfect day to be.
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Tenth Circle

My second Jodi Picoult book. Now I know why she is so famous and everyone wants to read her book. The topic is often controversial, to a great extent, because some of her books are banned. Heard that Tenth Circle was a banned book too.

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And like all the best stories, it had at its center an ordinary, everyday hero who simply didn’t know how he’d ever become one.

Is taking away from your ability to do whatever you want , whenever you want, the very worst punishment you can imagine?

Dreams were like soap bubbles. You could look at them from a distance, and they were lovely. It’s when you stuck your face too close that your eyes wound up stinging.

Given anything negative or uncertain, there were rules that had to be followed.

The bones of her wrist were light and fine in his hand, delicate as china.

As if he were asking her for minutes that were no longer hers to give.

A human heart breaks harder when it’s dropped from a greater height.

Add love, and a person might do something crazy. Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

She could feel the weight of her father’s worry. Who knew that the words you never got around to saying cuold settle so heavy?

She had been inked onto his life, as indelible as any tattoo.

Betrayal was a stone beneath the mattress of the bed you shared, something you felt digging into you no matter how you shifted position.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you’d never forget?

It was a little like a scar on a polished wooden table – you’d try to see the rest of the gleaming surface, but your eyes and your fingers would be drawn to the pitted part, the one thing that kept it from being perfect.

In fact, that first frantic fall didn’t hurt nearly as much as getting back on your feet afterward.

What you notice is the loneliness.

At any crossroads in life, half of us are destined to take a wrong turn.

Silence was just a quieter way to lie.


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My translated work

There are a handful of things I fear. One, that my degree is actually useless. Two, my brain was good, but no longer sharp. Three, I lost master in my mother tongue.

But one feat at a time. I helped to translate an article which was featured in a local mainstream Chinese newspaper. So. I think that is worth some applause. 🙂

Zaobao111010 – Challenges to Privacy by Smartphones Part 1

Zaobao111017 – Challenges to Privacy by Smartphones Part 2

Kindly refer to Zaobao on the 10th Oct and 17th Oct for the original article.


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The 10th generation ‘X’

My favourite brand has just released a new product.

It costs a year of my bank savings, though.

No desire at all to upgrade camera, because I’m totally smitten with my current DSLR.

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On a recent overseas trip, I got to talk to a colleague who possesses a DSLR too. His is more expensive than mine, so I thought he must be a as serious, if not more, a photographer like me. He lugged the camera bag with his big camera dangling heavily at his neck, other colleagues actually were wowed by this sight.

I managed to have a chit chat with him while rotting at airport. I was quite shocked that his previous camera was just his iPhone. IPhone to DSLR – what a leap!

I tried not to judge that a serious photographer will do just that. It is always a gradual upgrade of cameras, till to the day one can afford a decent DSLR. If you ask around, you will reach the same conclusion.

But I just ignored the bitchy side of me and tried to take one photo with his camera. When I changed the dial frm Auto to manual mode and wanted to adjust to a higher ISO, he just changed the dial to Auto mode again.

Yes, he might be thinking I am a manual-idiot, that was why he did that. However, I think the possibility of him being the manual-idiot is higher, because at other times, his camera was at Auto mode too.

Don’t think he has too many good photos to share. I think my good oldie compact camera can do an equally great job.

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People nowadays too rich, don’t know where to spend their money.