Posts filed under ‘Linh tinh’
LoveLetter for iPhone
Đây là một ứng dụng nhỏ cho iPhone do bạn Quân làm:
http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/loveletters/id417732233?mt=8
Tiếc là không có iPhone để dùng thử >.<. Chúc bạn Quân ‘làm ăn’ tốt, sẽ có thêm nhiều apps nữa.
linked-in
One of the quickiest ways to get myself depressed is to read others’ resume. It makes me fully aware how ‘low’ level I am at: education, work experience, leadership capability, talents, in short – nearly everything. I am already ignoring physical appearance. It’s like “Shit, I know I’m nothing, but “this” nothing”.
However this kind of depression often passes quite quickly, in fact it soon turns into a laugh (ie. practised negligence).
Next week I’m going to have a look at some dartboards. If learning to shoot is so expensive, perhaps playing darts at home is a good idea?
Came across http://www.ytuongsangtaovn.com/
More of this kind:
http://www.ytuong.com.vn/ideas/
And I begin to love Mc 70c ice-cream. Miam miam.
boss talk
Friday night was FT’s BBQ. I had such a memorable talk with Mark Tan.
When he nicely asked me about my school and work assignments, my replies were similar to these: “I was not trained in anything technical at school; I forget it all already; I don’t have any skill; I didn’t do anything at all during the last few months haha”, etc.
Then when I asked him “Which team are you with”, he said “Your boss reports to me”. Ha. He then said he “would like to have a talk” with me this Tuesday!! Oy…
too too
i’m reading “Too soon old, too late smart” and loving it. like this the most out of its 30 ‘life’s simple truths’:
The perfect is the enemy of the good.
and this site has lots of nice quotes – which i need now.
shadow
Far above the mountains in the west, the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. (J.R.R. Tolkien)
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