Karaoke TV vs. Karaoke Elevator (acapella though)

We were moved. Not emotionally buy physically, from the 23rd floor to the 7th floor of our building. All my department is together now. There are pros and cons of course, and I always take the positive approach to things. Therefore I think it is all good. ALL except from one thing: the lift ride.

When I come in the morning or sometimes going for lunch I am the only one in the elevator. Alone, none looking (although there is a camera at the top of the lift), bored. I will have to confess the non-confessable: I sing in the elevator! (What? Some pople pick their nose in the elevator, others make oput, others take the last leaf of parsley after a Thai lunch in the elevator... I have seen them doing that in the monitors the segurity guards have at the reception connected to the little camera on the lift! Well, I sing in the lift! Big deal!)

Anyway, what’s the problem now?. Well, from the ground floor to the 23rd floor I got to sing from the beginning of the song until the end of the first chorus. Unfortunately in this new shortened ride I only get to sing from the beginning to HALF of the second block of lyrics (if), ergo I cannot sing the chorus. So I will have to start singing the chorus directly.

For example, if I am singing R Kelly’s I believe I can fly:


I think it ruins the momentum, you know?. When you get into the mood and you get to the chorus with all your energy. Now I will have to jump directly into it, without the warm up. (Devrim, I am talking about singing, you sick-o!)

Anyway, the view is cool, the whole department together, new pantry and more natural light. All and all it is OK. I will have to go and sing in the bathroom, that doesn’t change. You have at least 3-4 minutes in the whole process, so you get to sing a whole song (that provided there is none in there. If there is, you will have to just hum or whistle)

- Embarrassing moment? When you are singing at the top of your lungs in the lift and the door opens, and there you have a group of 20 people who were waiting for the elevator looking at you.
- How to elegantly avoid the blushing moment? You say 'wow, they play loud that crappy elevator music, eh?' :)

Are you dumb?

IQ tests are overrated. What if you were meant to be DUMB? What is being dumb was cool? Wanna test yourself?. Go ahead! Have fun!

http://asiantown.net/blog/fla/are_you_dumb.swf

Share your resukts and do not be shy to admit it... Are you dumb?

My favourite poem, dedicated to someone.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others; even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

The origin of babies & the sick answers

First comes love, then comes marriage, and then comes the baby in the baby carriage. But, where do babies come from? is a question we will all have to face at some point in our lives. Whether because your own kids ask you; your little nephew or niece; a neighbor or the son/daughter of your boss, you should have an answer.

Suggestion, if you want to avoid the embarrassment and the odd moment, you should better get ready and pre-make an answer. Some time ago we were happily talking at home with some friends and we came to this topic. All from different countries we had fun sharing:

1. they are found in a cabbage (Disturbed by the topic of sex with animals?. Well, I tell you, this is worst: sex with vegetables! Who in his right mind would have sex with a cabbage!!?? SICK-O!! Although, we all know the story of the desperate woman farmer in Oklahoma and the carrot!!)

2. they grow off a seed that dad inserts in mums body (Why would dad insert a SEED in mums body when both mums and dads bodies are fully equipped to insert other stuff if you all know what I mean, and have much more fun while doing it than inserting a SEED!!?? TWISTED!!!)

3. they come from mums stomach. (GO FIGURE!!! and then the kid start imagining their mum eating a baby and then the baby growing back inside the stomach! WHAT THE HELL!!!??? URBAN CANNIBALISM!!??)

All and all, it was my turn to share and I said that in Argentina, one of the silly and fast answers for kids is the fact that a magical stork flies babies to the parents home directly from Paris. OK, I cannot explain how much people laughed and mocked me.

FINE! Be that way!! But it is not something I invented. Although I have to recognize there is one question that arises after this answer: If the story was true, then would not we all have dual citizenship, Argentine & French? However, in all faireness, isn't it much more sophisticated and fairy-taleish the Argentine version of the answer?

Any other answer you give kids in your country? COME ON!!! Your turn to share now, I am sure you have already had a good laugh with MINE!

Note 1: Question on top of explanation number 3; if babies come from mums stomach, how do they go out? Does she puke them out or shit them out? Seriously people, we should stop making these stories, kids will grow up with problems! They grow up to be retarded!

Note 2: These are some images to picture the storks and the babies...

"Art": What's ART anyway?

It is frequently argued that art cannot be defined, partly because people's standards for judging what is or is not art are completely subjective. Confusion about the meaning of the term derives from two sources:
- the first of these is that multiple meanings of the word are often used interchangeably in conversation.
- Secondly, confusion can stem from the fact that in the modern world, art is often seen as belonging to one class and excluding others.

Others, more controversial ones, push it to the edge and play around with the meaning of Art by saying that it is anything that people add to their 'output' which is not functionally necessary and is other than the default properties of that output.

What is art and what is not?. We could identify the following ideas:
- Requires creative perception both by the artist and by the audience
- Elusive
- Communicates on many levels and is open to many interpretations
- Connotes a sense of ability
- Interplay between the conscious and unconscious part of our being, between what is real and what is an illusion
- Any human creation which contains an idea other than its utilitarian purpose.
- That which is created with intention to be experienced as art

I can simply say that I find these pieces of art at Sentosa horrifyingly ugly. You may agree or disagree with me, and it is OK because we will have to agree on disagreement. However, ONE thing I know: NO FREAKING WAY I WOULD HANG ONE OF THOSE WEIRD PIECES OF CRAP ON THE WALL OF MY LIVING ROOM! PERIOD!

(Living Diversity, RIGHT THERE! )

RANDOM Sentosa 1-2-3!

1- A smile is contagious, start and epidemic
I went back to my room at around 12.30 at night. Half drooling on my chest after the long drive from my office to the hotel (I tell you there is nothing fun in a taxi driver talking to you ALL THE WAY when you are sleepy). Anyway, I get to my room open the door and the aircon was so high that I could have preserved a whole cow in there and some ice-cream. Looked onto my bed and there is this small yellow ball. I took a closer look and it was a gift from the hotel: a smiley ball with a note saying: A smile is contagious, start an epidemic. I though it was cute and it certainly made my day. I went to brush my teeth (do not try smiling while doing it, unless you are up for cleaning and the concoction of foamy toothpaste and saliva), played some music on and passed out, smiling!




2- Random nakedness
Nudity is a big inhibitor, well at least for some people with small, let’s say, self esteem. Being naked in the balcony of a room at the 10th floor that looks onto the ocean, no building or curious eyes in front of you and a light warm breeze gives you a new perspective on Nudity and Relaxation. (or so I have been told, not that I know, right?) J

3- Random Art
We all know hotels love to adorn lobbies, halls and corners with classy or interesting pieces of art. I doubt you have ever seen a piece of art like this one in the 10th floor, right off the elevators at the hotel I am staying at. I wake up in the morning, go to have breakfast and the first thing I see while waiting for the lift is this one (and it stares at you)
Some might see a shell; others might see a very stylized tree trunk; or an orange tear drop. I am sorry, I might be sick up in my head but I only see an ood colorful giant vagina!

I just needed to share this and let it go. AAAAAAAAAAAH! Much more relieved. Thankyouverymuch!

Mornings at Sentosa Island

Due to some project I am currently working on, I will spend 5 days in Sentosa Island. Yes, I have to eventually come back to the office in the afternoon, but in the morning I wake up to see a great ocean view. (See pictures above)

GOSH I MISS the ocean! – I said this morning when I woke up and I saw all that water softly hitting the coastline, seagulls teasing the waves and the salty mist in the air. I heard myself saying that and I thought Dude, you live in an island. You are surrounded by ocean. So my conclusion is I have not been fair enough with this liking of mine. I have not been visiting the ocean as much as I would have liked to. Funny to think I lived 6 years in Mar del Plata, city by the ocean in Argentina where I did my studies. I used to even GO to study to the ocean (although not recommendable if windy of misty. Plus sand in your butt crack is not nice at all) :)

Anyway, just a comment. Gotta go to have breakfast. Scrambled eggs, ham and FINALLY some good cheese!

(Note: YES, I am alone in this big room!)