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Hindsight
-Guy Kawasaki
One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown
is the belief that one's work is terribly important.
-Bertrand Russell
Wear sunscreen
-Mary Schmich
Man was given an imagination to compensate for what he isn't;
a sense of humour to console him for what he is.
- Francis Bacon
Leisure
-W.H. Davies
Not all those that wander are lost.
-J.R.R. Tolkein
Life is a tragedy for those who feel,
and a comedy for those who think.
-Jean de La Bruyère
The average person thinks he isn't.
-Father Larry Lorenzoni
Computers are useless.
They can only give you answers.
-Pablo Picasso
Become who you are.
-Nietzshe
Your future depends on many things, but mostly on you.
-Frank Tyger
Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.
-Anon
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Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes...
I've finished a year in Hyderabad! It's amazing how swiftly time has flown by... This is the eighth city I've lived in; and while the first few months were rocky (pun intended, for you Hyderabadis) - I quite like it here now! Finishing a year made me think back to the lyrics of the song Seasons of Love from the musical Rent - which brought back a flood of memories from the time when I first watched it live - still settling into yet another new city, with a lot of things happening in life!
Seasons of Love (heavily abridged)
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure -- measure a year ?
In daylights -- In sunsets
In midnights -- In cups of coffee
In inches -- In miles
In laughter -- In strife
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty -five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty -five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It's time now - to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
10:40 AM
Sunday, November 02, 2003
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