Been pondering the relationship with my work. Seriously, it has developed to an extent that I could not really comprehend. This love-hate can be likened a girl being insulted or embarrassed by her lover, still she loves it even more.
Thus, I have been waiting for my boss to send me work during my leave, feel unease when I have not received the instruction and got excited when I started working on it.
I have been thinking, is that the product of human evolution? To constantly improve onself towards the unachieveable ultimate perfection? I needed an explanation from the academics, but unfortunately Mark only do asexually reproducing haploid organisms because according to him. 's** makes thing complex' hahaha
Btw, the list of Christmas/new year/ birthday presents that I wish:
1. A DVD of a recent movie which my imaginary boyfriend is in it:
http://www.hancinema.net/korean_movie_My_Girlfriend_is_an_Agent.php
-actually this item is not a wishlist, cause someone owed me this!
2. Ann Summer. Forgot to the bring that gift back from UK...Okie I am just kidding!
3. More entries in this blog! This should come top of the list!
4. Don’t even think of kidnapping me from my work!
I am not too demanding right?
He is so cute~ isn’t he?
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ReplyDeleteKay, I have also been pondering your relationship with work and come to the conclusion you are a very strange girl. Maybe you should kill two birds with one stone and date your boss? Is he hot?
ReplyDeleteIndeed SEX does make things complicated, but still we can draw some conclusions. One interesting thing is that (in general) evolution does not result in maximisation of fitness (stable equilibrium solutions are either sub-optimum or do not exist), so the idea of the human race moving asymptotically towards some ultimate perfection is not very reasonable on evolutionary grounds. Of course, an individual trying to perfect themselves in the course of a lifetime is a totally different matter (but again, probably not driven by evolution unless your idea of perfection is measured by how many babies you make...)
Cross item #1 off your list and send me your address :-)