o.O

25.8.09

3 more days

You guys have any idea how it feels like when your program compiled and ran seamlessly. Monday, I decided to throw away what my schools have taught me about object orientated programming. They always balloon into some messy monster and I will be, consequently, devour by it. I summarized my problem : Throw in pallets transfer matrix between containers and churn out the door allocation and container sequencing as a result. If you guys have no idea what all these jargon mean, it means a lot of mental logical gymnastic. (cool. i just coined a word for human's mental process for solving logical problems - mentalogical) Like all java programmers, we have developed the habits of drinking coffee while coding. But if I do not quit it soon, this habit is going to become an occupational hazard of mine. Then, time flew the moment i began to hit at the keyboard. and Voila! After months of research, hundreds of pencil-scribbled papers, dozens of rejections by the boss, hours of writing a code. I finally have a source code as my final product. Sorry for this messy piece of writing, i'm just too happy. Happy thoughts do not trickle out, they burst out.

3 more working days.

23.8.09

sleep

For the whole day the camera has been staring at me, as if challenging me to pick it up. The rain just stopped and I contemplated about going out later tonight to do what I enjoyed the most. However, the thought of it being monday tomorrow makes me want to turn in early tonight. I have an obligation to give my best to my employer, don't I. sleep. what I need most, I usually do not get enough.

What to do?

21.8.09

messy timetable

Due to my lousy timetable planning, the whole universe time continuum implodes on me this weekend. But like all winners, I will mentally walk myself through the activities the day before so that nothing screws up. In the morning of Saturday, I have to work for my dad. "It's not hard work",he claims,"just 600kg worth of rice to unload." Anyway, I figured. If I carry 10kg per trip, I only have to make 60 trips. I shall take it as exercise. Then, from Tampines I will rush to Orchard for a discounted lunch at Border's Bistro. Then, I will go and have my fossil watch fixed. After that's done, it's time for the event of the day. Heavily subsided shopping at Ralph Lauren. I love friends who have friends who work at Ralph Lauren. I will squeeze in an hour of pool if there is still some time. At 4pm, we will commence our mahjong session. This is usually a chance for me to distribute wealth. Ensuite, dinner cum birthday celebration at Old Airport. Then if my kind OG members are willing to wait for me, I will join them for their post dinner activities. There everything is now going to fall into place.

Monday is not going to be pretty either. Deutsche, tango or Pattern Recognition?

20.8.09

night walk

I left school at 9pm. The smell of the burning of joss sticks and white paper was unmistakable. When I was young, I had always enjoyed the 7th month. My dad had always brought me along for the dinner cum bidding. It was at these dinners where I was introduced at a young age to appreciate XO. Uncle at my table will generously bid 200sgd for a bottle of XO and share it with everyone at the table. I liked him instantly, cos he did not discriminate against age. Everyone, regardless of age, got a cup full. I was 8.

When I reached the void deck of my block, I saw my neighbor. She was still poly when I left Singapore 2 years ago. Still pretty. Now, she looked different and she dressed different. Clad in a short tight denim skirt with a cigarette dangling from her fingers, she looked like as if she had already seen more of life than me. How time can change somebody. She casually dropped the half burnt cigarette butt onto the concrete pavement. My misplaced morality has always given good looking people a larger gray area to flirt with before I decide to condemn their actions.

The cigarette was put out within moments of being dropped on the floor. A two wheeler rolled over it at high speed. Woah! I took my eyes off the svelte back of my neighbor and looked at what zipped past me. I had unknowingly walked into my neighborhood's mini version of Tour de BtMerah. 10year old kids were racing around the badminton courts with dustbins as checkpoints. The same dustbins they used as goal posts during soccer. "See how I drift around the corner!", shouted the Indian boy. He accelerated towards the dustbin, turned his bike, squeezed the back brakes and drifted. I didn't know you can do that with bikes! His tires probably have to lose their threading in order to do that.

I remembered how I used to be like them. action bedeh.

19.8.09

wednesday night respite

It has been a while since I ate dinner at home. For the past two weeks, I am not really a master of my own time, everyone else seems to be the master of my time though. I shall cut out all the boring parts of the week. Even though, this may make my life sounds like a series of non sequitur events, so be it. So,

"Have you met ted?". I'm not referring to ted from the tv series "How I met your mother". I'm talking about TED talks directors. Go to youtube and type in TED and you will find yourself being enriched and amused at the same time. Though the talks covers every possible themes, my favorites are those that discuss behavioral economics. Maybe I will post some of the more interesting cases in the next post. But seriously you check it out. Here is one of my favorites.

http://www.ted.com/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html

Next, gay bars. Thank you amanda for introducing me to gay bars. I seriously do not think that I will be interested in the crowd nor the rainbow flags they hang in the bar. I know I am not going to be too popular with the local crowd, cos the locals prefer ang mohs. But, neither do I want to use my cute english accented french to pick up foreigners.

Ensuite, sexual exploits. Sometimes it is hard to look at your colleagues in the same way when you heard stories about how they do it like bunnies on a bunny timetable basis. So if any lessons here for me to learn, it is never to rent your room out to foreign interns. They can hear you no matter how you try to muffle the synchronized symphony, or lest that can be done.. get a bed that does not squeak when rocked.

AHM. The atmosphere was the same. The throngs of runners, the heat, the water points, the soldiers, and the adrenaline rush from seeing so many people running at the same time. For the first time since I was introduced to the race, I was standing on the wrong side of the finishing line. I was reminded of how I loved the feeling of finishing the race. The continuous shuffling of the legs back and forth. The momentum gain from running the first 15km always create an inertia to stopping. I missed the times when your lungs have given way, and your breathing is screwed and yet your legs continue to move in the rhythmic, cyclical movement which they have already been accustomed to after 15km of pounding on the road. I missed chasing people. I missed feeling healthy and alive.

I want to run again. soon.

13.8.09

sleeping

i am damn shag.

9.8.09

children of singapore

Celebrating National Day Observation ceremony with my neighbors, I noticed that the my precinct's demographic does not follow a normal distribution. There is a disproportion number of elderly and kids. If the elderly can rally the kids and run a mutiny against the working adults, I am sure we will lose to the sheer number of red hill elderly and the craziness of the biting, kicking kids. Here my first community service to my RC!