The battlefield.

The battlefield.
“When you disagree on strategy or tactics or who to hire or who to layoff - it can strain the friendship,”

Working together in projects is in fact, similar to a game of Chess. Unfortunately, I only know how to move the horse. But that isn't the point.

For those who're interested, there's a book called "How to prevent WWIII while working with friends" by James Mitchell. I've never read it, but I won't mind reading it if I can get my hands on it.


Things mentioned (Those which I think is more applicable):

1) Don't kid yourself. Whenever working with family or friends, a fight will happen. Be ready for it, know it is coming, and learn how to handle it effectively.

2) Don't apply the war to the friendship. You've heard “don't bring work home” likewise don't bring work into your friendship.

3) Do discuss the situation as politely (and calmly) as possible. This will help you figure out what the root of the situation is so it can be addressed.

4) Do offer to help. Some battles begin when your friend is feeling overwhelmed, stressed out, or confused.

5) Do head out for a drink or coffee with your friend. Clear your heads and get your mind off work. You'd be surprised how this can nurture the friendship and extinguish any battle flames.

It's never easy to work with friends on projects. Everyone's entitled to their own opinions and ideas. Heck, even I admit sometimes even I'm not satisfied with the decision made.

There's nothing to do but to get over it. Afterall, life's never fair. So if I actually believe that I will be the one in charge and get MY ideas across with EVERYONE agreeing with me EVERY single time, then I must be seriously dreaming.

'Cause chances are, it'll NEVER happen. - Unless we're working with a bunch of no-brainers. Which thankfully aint the case.

I know that I can be pig-headed stubborn. But I can be blur as a sotong on occasions.
I know that I can be super irritating with my constant reminders and rushing of stuff to be done.
I know that I can constantly cause heart attacks. It wasn't intentional, trust me.

And I know that I can get pissed off easily. Though I gotta defend myself by saying that I believe I have a GOOD reason for being angry.

Then again, it's a matter of perspectives. I might think I'm right. But to you, I may be wrong.

I really don't like group work. I've mentioned it time and again. Again and again.

But that's gonna be how it's gonna be outside. In the real world.

So what are they training us to do?

They want us to stand by what we say and to stick to what we say and to make us believe what we say. Cause in the end, it's the person who manages to convince the others that he/she is doing the right thing - or as close to the right thing as possible who will get the go-ahead.

Conclusion : PATIENCE is a virtue, which I don't possess.
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# Posté le jeudi 03 juillet 2008 07:20

Music & Movement

Music & Movement
Music aint my thing.

Neither is Art.

But I'll take art over music any day.

I remember mummy saying that I'm tone deaf when I was in primary school trying hard to play the recorder and was desperate to pass my music test so had to approach my mum for help.

She winced.

I used to take art lessons till a horrible terrible and vegetable teacher had me publicly humiliated.

Okay. Maybe it wasn't that bad. But to a pri school kid. It IS that bad.

I hold grudges. So since I can't dislike her since she's giving me the grades, I might have started disliking the subject.

See people. I was realistic since I was young.
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# Posté le mercredi 25 juin 2008 11:59

Freakout

Freakout
I FREAKED (out).

In the stood up and ran to the door and exited type of freak out. Not the jump up on the chair and start screaming type of freak out.

Even the spider didn't freak me out. And it was on my hair.

What I really find surprising is the fact that even though I don't socialize voluntarily, the familiar faces are actually pretty comforting. Especially when you find yourself in the right location, at the right time, just not the right group of people in the place.

I admit it was a pretty cowardice way of doing things. But it was the first thing that came to my mind. To get out of that place.

So imagine me with Superman speed bolting for the door.

Best thing out if it? I don't think anyone will notice me missing.
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# Posté le mardi 17 juin 2008 11:05

First impressions

Dug out my old diaries the other day, and when I say old, it's really old. Like back when I was 8 years old. Which makes it a decade. 10 years. Old.

Burst out laughing after the first few pages. I'm sure you would've never thought of me being a big cry baby. Unfortunately, much to my embarrassment, I used to cry so much everyone volunteered to bring a tissue box from home for me. Maybe that explains the lack of tears after I got out of primary school. Ran out of tears. Most likely.

“Do you remember me from primary school days?”
“Which one do you want me to remember? The girl who burst into tears immediately after entering class, crying so loud that you made the other girls cry on the first day of primary one, or do you want me to remember the short prefect with the loud voice who always brings bread to school for recess everyday?”

“You still remember all these?”
“Come on. If you have a girl sitting next to you and start bawling her eyes out followed by the girl behind you, on the opposite side of you as well as in front of you, I don't think you'll forget it anytime soon. Come to think of it, it must be a miracle I still have my ears intact.”

Oh my goodness. That was what everyone remembered. Short. Crying. Prefect. Loud Voice.

Secondary school was not much better. Same question was asked and this response really stood out.
“I thought you're some stuck up bitch who returned from overseas who couldn't be bothered to speak with commoners like me. And you were quite sarcastic if I didn't remember wrongly”

Yeah well. That was because you asked stupid questions.

Entering poly, this is what I get

“You were soooo quiet. Intimidating. I thought you'll kill me if I said the wrong things”

Quite a 180 degrees change from the bawling girl who caused a chain reaction causing all the other girls to cry.


# Posté le jeudi 12 juin 2008 00:47

Breathe

Breathe
The thing about assignments is ...

1. You've never expected the due date to come so quickly
2. You just can't seem to hit the bloody minimum amount of words limited
3. You ran out of things to write
4. You think that you're really out of point
5. You realize that you really, REALLY, hate referencing


People get panicky, start sprouting random facts, going online and talk random stuff to random people whom you randomly found to be online. A “random” breakdown.

Two weeks to breathe. Before starting at the same breakneck speed, furiously typing away again.

I know I'm horrible. You guys don't have to tell me. I need to stock up biscuits. Cleared the whole house's supply during the past two weeks of typing.

2 weeks.

Breathe.

# Posté le samedi 07 juin 2008 01:57