diverge, converge

Since when has it become my duty to conform?

Anita's best taken at face value because there is no hidden intention. She wears her preferences on her sleeves, preferences that are formed with reasons, good or selfish.

My life is just a statistical inevitability - why dig so deep, why bother with intentions, why bother being fair and just when you can indulge with preferences?

Why would I even consider conforming? I may as well seek within the unknown.


When I land on a sweet spot I converge quadratically. When my requirements are not satisfied I diverge with an increasing rate. I'm a firm follower of Newton's iteration.

know what busy means?

I've been carrying the following in my bag for the whole week:

1. My new iPod shuffle
2. My CD/DVDs of MP3s
3. My Lomo LC-A

The reason I've been carrying them in my bag is because I had been meaning to import mp3s to a PC and run my new iPod with PC compatibility so that I can use it at work. I've also been meaning to drop off the roll of positives in my Lomo to be developed.

It was of course all futile. I still only have music in my iPod photo that's compatible with Mac, I still have my Lomo in my bag, but I've crossed out 2 pages of to-do items. In fact work has been so busy that it took me more than a week to find the time to set up the new computer I received at work.