1. Cut down on time wasting activities - goodbye random twitter, facebooking, Gchat,msn and random net surfing.
2. Lights out at 11:10 pm. Stop kidding yourself that you're one of those people who need only 5 hours of sleep a night. You need a minimum of 7 hours to function and you know it!
3. Stop eating junk - it makes you tired and lethargic;you can't afford that.
4. Write down/calendarise your appointments.
5. Bible study - daily if possible.
6. Music practice - 15 minutes per instrument per day. *you've already seen the difference between those who practice and those who don't*
7. Language - one new word a day
8. Lit - one device/lit theory per week
9. Philosophy/Theology - One chapter per week
10. Running - Minimum 20km per week.
11. Career - explore options every week. Learn ONE new Order of Court - Civil Liti rule/process every week. Pick a research topic at on Monday - look it up and write out cliff notes (they can be short) by Friday - eg procedure for obtaining Anton Piller Orders, Habeas Corpus, writs of seizure and sale etc.
12. Set aside Saturday - at least morning or evening for learning the stuff listed above, making notes and reading.
13. Lunch hour - take a walk outside for at least 10 minutes. Set aside 1-2 lunch hours per week for bible study especially on the busy days when you have no other time. One lunch hour for meeting friends/colleagues. One lunch hour for other study/reading/making notes. One lunch hour just to wander around,online or in real.
14. Facebook, gchat, twitter and msn are off limits between 9am - 1pm. They can be checked during lunch, or after 4:30pm or during your 11am -11:15 break. Otherwise, your browser stays closed.
15. Leave the house by 8:10am every morning.
16. Food - get your 5 serves of fruit and veg per day. Nutrition is important!
17. Organise your bills and filing system.
18. Finance - start tracking your spending and saving habits. Start learning how to invest your savings.
19. Tech - to learn : Excel
20. Economics - one new econs book per month. Finish notes from The Undercover Economist.
21. Learn research skills.
22. Smile more :) keep yourself around good people who make you laugh. Dance. Have fun. Stop stressing. ~ this is so ironic~
23. You will make mistakes. If you do, learn and move on. Beating yourself up only takes up time and energy and won't move you forward. IF the mistake affected someone, apologize sincerely, try to make amends and then move on.
24. Focus on learning but also focus on other people. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
25. There will be setbacks. Brick walls are there for a reason but with God, hard work and perseverance, you can get through them.
26. Your new mantra is discipline, disciplines and self control.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Nocturne
When exhausted, everything abrades.
Cars, the insistent beep-beeping of trains as they approach the station, train station announcements and the slowness of the woman ahead in the line.
Only the silence of a candle lit room and music are acceptable salves. No human voices, please.
***
Twitter is fast becoming a place for me to pick up links to fun reads.
Via dsng, Lucy Kellaway's column in the FT on exams - funny, thought provoking and true. Love when people introduce me to great reading material.
***
Questions asked during camp:-
Auditory or visual? The sense of sight or the sense of hearing- which would you pick to give up, if you had to give up one of the two?
Touch or taste? Again, which would you give up?
***
I chose to keep touch. Here's why.
Two Countries
Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. Skin ate, walked,
slept by itself, knew how to raise a
see-you-later hand. But skin felt
it was never seen, never known as
a land on the map, nose like a city,
hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque
and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.
Skin had hope, that’s what skin does.
Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.
Love means you breathe in two countries.
And skin remembers–silk, spiny grass,
deep in the pocket that is skin’s secret own.
Even now, when skin is not alone,
it remembers being alone and thanks something larger
that there are travelers, that people go places
larger than themselves.
–Naomi Shihab Nye
When first we faced, and touching showed
When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost,
The excitement and the gratitude,
There stood how much our meeting owed
To other meetings, other loves.
The decades of a different life
That opened past your inch-close eyes
Belonged to others, lavished, lost;
Nor could I hold you hard enough
To call my years of hunger-strife
Back for your mouth to colonise.
Admitted: and the pain is real.
But when did love not try to change
The world back to itself--no cost,
No past, no people else at all--
Only what meeting made us feel,
So new, and gentle-sharp, and strange?
- Philip Larkin
Cars, the insistent beep-beeping of trains as they approach the station, train station announcements and the slowness of the woman ahead in the line.
Only the silence of a candle lit room and music are acceptable salves. No human voices, please.
***
Twitter is fast becoming a place for me to pick up links to fun reads.
Via dsng, Lucy Kellaway's column in the FT on exams - funny, thought provoking and true. Love when people introduce me to great reading material.
***
Questions asked during camp:-
Auditory or visual? The sense of sight or the sense of hearing- which would you pick to give up, if you had to give up one of the two?
Touch or taste? Again, which would you give up?
***
I chose to keep touch. Here's why.
Two Countries
Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. Skin ate, walked,
slept by itself, knew how to raise a
see-you-later hand. But skin felt
it was never seen, never known as
a land on the map, nose like a city,
hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque
and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.
Skin had hope, that’s what skin does.
Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.
Love means you breathe in two countries.
And skin remembers–silk, spiny grass,
deep in the pocket that is skin’s secret own.
Even now, when skin is not alone,
it remembers being alone and thanks something larger
that there are travelers, that people go places
larger than themselves.
–Naomi Shihab Nye
When first we faced, and touching showed
When first we faced, and touching showed
How well we knew the early moves,
Behind the moonlight and the frost,
The excitement and the gratitude,
There stood how much our meeting owed
To other meetings, other loves.
The decades of a different life
That opened past your inch-close eyes
Belonged to others, lavished, lost;
Nor could I hold you hard enough
To call my years of hunger-strife
Back for your mouth to colonise.
Admitted: and the pain is real.
But when did love not try to change
The world back to itself--no cost,
No past, no people else at all--
Only what meeting made us feel,
So new, and gentle-sharp, and strange?
- Philip Larkin
Thursday, June 11, 2009
In praise of good writing
I'm an anachronism - I don't abbreviate and I still use actual punctuation in my text messaging and in most of my emails too. I actually miss the judicious and careful use of punctuation in everyday speech and writing. So when I came across this article - I laughed and knew that it would absolutely have to be blogged. No one but Pico Iyer could write a clever, funny treatise on punctuation without being facetious or pompous.
Instead, he teases lovers and Spaniards, compares punctuation to music notation and (sacrilege!) to the gods themselves. We laugh and, au naturellement, find ourselves agreeing with him because it is impossible to disagree with the beauty of the well constructed sentence - particularly his well constructed sentence - its commas, apostrophes and semi-colons placed like delicate stars on a clear night sky.
To wit:
"A world that has only periods is a world without inflections. It is a world without shade. It has a music without sharps and flats. It is a martial music. It has a jackboot rhythm. Words cannot bend and curve. A comma, by comparison, catches the gentle drift of the mind in thought, turning in on itself and back on itself, reversing, redoubling and returning along the course of its own sweet river music; while the semicolon brings clauses and thoughts together with all the silent discretion of a hostess arranging guests around her dinner table."
Words and music - love that he drew the connection so closely, so finely between the two.
"Punctuation is the notation in the sheet music of our words, telling us when to rest, or when to raise our voices; it acknowledges that the meaning of our discourse, as of any symphonic composition, lies not in the units but in the pauses, the pacing and the phrasing. Punctuation is the way one bats one's eyes, lowers one's voice or blushes demurely. Punctuation adjusts the tone and color and volume till the feeling comes into perfect focus: not disgust exactly, but distaste; not lust, or like, but love."
Instead, he teases lovers and Spaniards, compares punctuation to music notation and (sacrilege!) to the gods themselves. We laugh and, au naturellement, find ourselves agreeing with him because it is impossible to disagree with the beauty of the well constructed sentence - particularly his well constructed sentence - its commas, apostrophes and semi-colons placed like delicate stars on a clear night sky.
To wit:
"A world that has only periods is a world without inflections. It is a world without shade. It has a music without sharps and flats. It is a martial music. It has a jackboot rhythm. Words cannot bend and curve. A comma, by comparison, catches the gentle drift of the mind in thought, turning in on itself and back on itself, reversing, redoubling and returning along the course of its own sweet river music; while the semicolon brings clauses and thoughts together with all the silent discretion of a hostess arranging guests around her dinner table."
Words and music - love that he drew the connection so closely, so finely between the two.
"Punctuation is the notation in the sheet music of our words, telling us when to rest, or when to raise our voices; it acknowledges that the meaning of our discourse, as of any symphonic composition, lies not in the units but in the pauses, the pacing and the phrasing. Punctuation is the way one bats one's eyes, lowers one's voice or blushes demurely. Punctuation adjusts the tone and color and volume till the feeling comes into perfect focus: not disgust exactly, but distaste; not lust, or like, but love."
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
To the editor of Atkins Court Forms - Singapore
Under the section on Anton Piller Orders:-
"To serve on the Defendant at the same time as the order is served upon him, the writ and copies of the affidavits and copiable exhibits containing the evidence relied on by the plaintiff"
"Copiable" is NOT a word.
Mr Merriam and Mr Webster agreed with me too!
"To serve on the Defendant at the same time as the order is served upon him, the writ and copies of the affidavits and copiable exhibits containing the evidence relied on by the plaintiff"
"Copiable" is NOT a word.
Mr Merriam and Mr Webster agreed with me too!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Purpose Driven Life 7
PDL Day 7 – The Reason for Everything
For of Him and through Him and to Him are all things, to whom be glory forever
(Rom 11:36)
The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
Day unto day utters speech
And night unto night reveals knowledge. (Psalm 19:1)
* Love this psalm.
*Thought - It's curious how everything else: all animals, the careful set of the stars in the sky, the quiet breathing of the oceans -all the other physical mechanics of the universe - declare the glory of God with embarrassing effortlessness.
*No self help books to teach them "10 ways to glorify God", no hectoring pastors or fire-and-brimstone church elders, no need for reminders or post-it notes with "Glorify God today" scribbled on it.
They just do it.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Aubade
For E, EP, Eilonwy, Ade, W and Mr Flashlight who unwittingly got me to write this because he asked about my favourite swing music.
It's pretty obvious to most people around me that I've firmly embarked on a sort of musical journey - listening, trying and dancing. Getting out of my well worn musical grooves and really paying attention to what I love. I'm like a child in a candy store. No, scratch that - like someone who's lived in darkness for a long time and has just begun really tasting the wind and rain.
My musical journey - is more than just a journey into finding new music to listen to. For so long, music was something *other* people did - always felt like such a fraud saying that I loved music when I couldn't play anything. How can you claim to know or love the ordered beauty of Bach or the wayward wistful genius of Bill Evans when you don't even know basic music theory?
The answer is that you don't, you don't. Out of my corner and into the sun - starting guitar and piano lessons at this late stage because I find that I do, after all, love music and want to say it with all my heart and mind.
Art is the perfect union of the Dionysian and the Appollonian. Order and chaos- soul and mind. So yes, you need the technical understanding to stay in love with music. I have flirted with this long enough - exchanged adoring glances across a crowded room,played footsie under the table - but now, a commitment needs to be made.
It started a long time ago - but it deepened into a real love, full bodied and strong when I started dance last year. At first, it was about the steps but early on, one of my partners caught my arm and said to me: listen, listen to the music and dance to it.
I listened. And never stopped.
***
Mr F asked for my favourite swing music - so here's my little dissertation on that.
“But his voice came out just the way I remembered it – gentle, almost husky, but with a huge amount of body, like it was coming through an invisible mike. And like all the best American singers, there was that weariness in his voice, even a hint of hesitation, like he’s not a man accustomed to laying open his heart this way. That’s how all the greats do it.
We went through the song, full of travelling and goodbyes. An American man leaving his woman. He keeps thinking of her as he passes through the towns one by one, verse by verse, Phoenix, Albuquerque, Oklahoma, driving down a long road the way my mother never could. If only we could leave things behind like that – I guess that’s what my mother would have thought. If only sadness could be like that.”
- Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro
I dropped salsa for swing once I realised I could dance to music I already loved and I can't run away from the fact that my favourite men in the world are Frank, Nat, Tony, Bobby and Louis. The old time-y crooners, the ones whose voices calmly embraced the words and music without embellishment and fanfare and yet managed to shade the song with every emotion under the sun. I don’t think it’s particularly sophisticated but – there it is, my happy music.
Here's a partial list - partial because there are so many! and also because it just keeps growing.
Bobby Darin's Beyond the Sea and I'm Beginning to see the light.
Sinatra's Love’s been good to me - hm. Hang on there - its not a song I've danced to, but no matter, love it anyway.
Nina Simone - My baby just cares for me
Nat King Cole's Paper Moon - torn between Ella's and Nat's.
USA and Cheek to Cheek – Nat King Cole and Ella Fitzgerald – these two are just unbelievable together.
Crazy Little Thing Called Love - haven't found my favourite version yet.
Sinatra's New York New York - Classic and clichéd,I know. But. Such fun to twirl around the room to.
Nearly everything by Tony Bennett - Is there anything he can't sing well? - posted on fb recently that I love the song "I left my Heart in San Francisco" – I’ve heard the Bobby Darin version my whole life - but Tony Bennett's just blew it out of the water.
Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin's for dancing and Nat's for sheer goodness :)
Sing,Sing,Sing – Benny Goodman
In the Mood – Glenn Miller
Stompin’ at the Savoy – Benny Goodman
Easy Does It – there are a million covers but I love the one by Oscar Peterson especially, even though I've never danced to that particular one.
There's lots and lots more, Duke Ellington, Dinah Washington, Count Basie, Nina Simone, Benny Goodman. Having music exchanges with maybe 4 different people on fb, in real life and by email right now and loving it.
***
Honestly? I don't know if I've listened enough to really say what my favourites are - it may be that I'll look back on this post in two years and totally laugh at myself because by then I may have discovered all kinds of other stuff I love or I'll be more discerning in my taste in music. But for now, let me say that I love this - this music and this journey.
"But for now let me say I love you
Later on there'll be time for so much more
But for now meaning now and forever
Let me kiss you my darling then once more
Once more"
But for now - Jamie Cullum
It's pretty obvious to most people around me that I've firmly embarked on a sort of musical journey - listening, trying and dancing. Getting out of my well worn musical grooves and really paying attention to what I love. I'm like a child in a candy store. No, scratch that - like someone who's lived in darkness for a long time and has just begun really tasting the wind and rain.
My musical journey - is more than just a journey into finding new music to listen to. For so long, music was something *other* people did - always felt like such a fraud saying that I loved music when I couldn't play anything. How can you claim to know or love the ordered beauty of Bach or the wayward wistful genius of Bill Evans when you don't even know basic music theory?
The answer is that you don't, you don't. Out of my corner and into the sun - starting guitar and piano lessons at this late stage because I find that I do, after all, love music and want to say it with all my heart and mind.
Art is the perfect union of the Dionysian and the Appollonian. Order and chaos- soul and mind. So yes, you need the technical understanding to stay in love with music. I have flirted with this long enough - exchanged adoring glances across a crowded room,played footsie under the table - but now, a commitment needs to be made.
It started a long time ago - but it deepened into a real love, full bodied and strong when I started dance last year. At first, it was about the steps but early on, one of my partners caught my arm and said to me: listen, listen to the music and dance to it.
I listened. And never stopped.
***
Mr F asked for my favourite swing music - so here's my little dissertation on that.
“But his voice came out just the way I remembered it – gentle, almost husky, but with a huge amount of body, like it was coming through an invisible mike. And like all the best American singers, there was that weariness in his voice, even a hint of hesitation, like he’s not a man accustomed to laying open his heart this way. That’s how all the greats do it.
We went through the song, full of travelling and goodbyes. An American man leaving his woman. He keeps thinking of her as he passes through the towns one by one, verse by verse, Phoenix, Albuquerque, Oklahoma, driving down a long road the way my mother never could. If only we could leave things behind like that – I guess that’s what my mother would have thought. If only sadness could be like that.”
- Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro
I dropped salsa for swing once I realised I could dance to music I already loved and I can't run away from the fact that my favourite men in the world are Frank, Nat, Tony, Bobby and Louis. The old time-y crooners, the ones whose voices calmly embraced the words and music without embellishment and fanfare and yet managed to shade the song with every emotion under the sun. I don’t think it’s particularly sophisticated but – there it is, my happy music.
Here's a partial list - partial because there are so many! and also because it just keeps growing.
Bobby Darin's Beyond the Sea and I'm Beginning to see the light.
Sinatra's Love’s been good to me - hm. Hang on there - its not a song I've danced to, but no matter, love it anyway.
Nina Simone - My baby just cares for me
Nat King Cole's Paper Moon - torn between Ella's and Nat's.
USA and Cheek to Cheek – Nat King Cole and Ella Fitzgerald – these two are just unbelievable together.
Crazy Little Thing Called Love - haven't found my favourite version yet.
Sinatra's New York New York - Classic and clichéd,I know. But. Such fun to twirl around the room to.
Nearly everything by Tony Bennett - Is there anything he can't sing well? - posted on fb recently that I love the song "I left my Heart in San Francisco" – I’ve heard the Bobby Darin version my whole life - but Tony Bennett's just blew it out of the water.
Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin's for dancing and Nat's for sheer goodness :)
Sing,Sing,Sing – Benny Goodman
In the Mood – Glenn Miller
Stompin’ at the Savoy – Benny Goodman
Easy Does It – there are a million covers but I love the one by Oscar Peterson especially, even though I've never danced to that particular one.
There's lots and lots more, Duke Ellington, Dinah Washington, Count Basie, Nina Simone, Benny Goodman. Having music exchanges with maybe 4 different people on fb, in real life and by email right now and loving it.
***
Honestly? I don't know if I've listened enough to really say what my favourites are - it may be that I'll look back on this post in two years and totally laugh at myself because by then I may have discovered all kinds of other stuff I love or I'll be more discerning in my taste in music. But for now, let me say that I love this - this music and this journey.
"But for now let me say I love you
Later on there'll be time for so much more
But for now meaning now and forever
Let me kiss you my darling then once more
Once more"
But for now - Jamie Cullum
Monday, June 1, 2009
L'important C'est La Rose
Stumbled across this on Youtube today and it just made me smile - so full of soulful joy! I've never properly listened to any french music(or musicians)so this was a lovely lovely surprise.
Wiki'd Gilbert Becaud and discovered that he was a prolific French singer and song writer - where on earth has he been my whole life? Don't you just love it though, when chance and random fate bring you to places where unexpected flowers bloom? A new beautiful song - just one listen and (oh I must use a Neruda line!) it does to me what Spring does with the cherry trees.
Enjoy!
Wiki'd Gilbert Becaud and discovered that he was a prolific French singer and song writer - where on earth has he been my whole life? Don't you just love it though, when chance and random fate bring you to places where unexpected flowers bloom? A new beautiful song - just one listen and (oh I must use a Neruda line!) it does to me what Spring does with the cherry trees.
Enjoy!
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