o.O

25.3.10

irregular hours

My running plan has been disrupted. Morning rains, late nights rdv, evening lectures, hairline fractures, swollen ankles and continual assignments struck successively and repeatedly. I shall start pounding and cycling again from this weekend.

hot heels. hot wheels.

21.3.10

my kind of humor

"who goes first? the chicken or the egg?"-cj

hur hur.

we came and we ate

The hunt kicked off at 10am. We scurried to the following places in order; following our taste buds more than our heads. We weren't there to win the prize, we were there to eat as a prize. Unlike the foreigners who were acting like eager beavers running from food stalls to food stalls, we moved as we deemed fit. I could tell that our facilitator was slightly disappointed that we weren't running. Anyway, who runs after eating? We hit the stalls in the following order (* are those I personally like) :-

1.2. Zai Fa Mian Jia and Lai Cheng Shu Shi at Jurong west market and food center.
3. 4. Ice Garden Dessert and Boon Lay Fried Carrot Cake and Kway Teow at Boon Lay place market and food village.
5. 928 Laksa* at Blk 928 Yishun Central
6.7. Ban Heng Nasi Lemak* and HK style Zhu Chang Fen* at Chong Pang Food Center
8. 8 Tarts and Pastries at Tampines Mall
9. Xiao Bei Taiwan Food at Century Square
10. Love Bite* at Ubi Teckpark Kopitiam
11. Katong Famous Tau Kwa Pau at 126 East Coast Road
12. Lau Pa Sat Pig's Organ Soup at Marine Parade Food Center
13. 14. Ming hui yu pian tang and Ah Yee's Soon Kueh at Duman Road Food Center
15. 16. 17. 18. Western BBQ *(youan's fav), wang wang crispy puff, Aunty Oats Pancake and Geylang Lorong 20 Banana Fritters *(my all time fav) at Old Airport Road Centre.
19. Sweet Stone Holding* at Beach Road Golden Mile Food Center.

Imagine how much food we have eaten. After such a great eating experience, I came up with my principles of savory utility:-

1st principle of infinite marginal utility: When you are tired and hungry, everything taste good.
2nd principle of max utility: When you are tired and very stuffed, no matter how good the food taste it's just ok food.
3rd principle of Spatial Expansion: Even when you have eaten a full meal, there's always space to take in more desserts and sweet pastries.

So if any of you happen to drop by Tiong Bahru and know of any great local fares there, give me a ring. We go makan boleh.

i don't want to count my calories intake yesterday.

19.3.10

food hunt

Nus FASS Food hunt is on tomorrow! Why did i take part? Because there's food involved. It involves an island wide hunt for mouth watering local flavors. Scattered over more than 30 locations, participating teams can only move around using public transports. As my saying goes, "You can take the personality out of an engineer, but you cannot take the engineer out of your personality." First thing that came to my mind is: let's write a routing algorithm. Being a proponent of stochastic optimization, I have already mentally modeled tomorrow's food race using the famous Traveling Sales man Problem (TSP). Objective: To earn as many points as possible. Constraints: 8hrs time constraint. Using graph theory, the food stalls can be the vertexes while the time between food stalls can be the weights of the non directed edges. Discrete computational optimization? No problem. Genetic algorithm will then be used to generate the best solution! Voila, we have ourselves a winning formula!

what the heck. why not just go there, have fun and enjoy the good food?

engineers. hmpt. people who take the fun away from everything.

14.3.10

imagine

the story told...
"
The car sped along the Central Expressway into the depths of the night. Save for a few taxis, the road was empty. Why would there be anyone at 4am in the morning? The street lamps along the highways flew across above the car at 120km per hour. Having been kept awake for the whole night, I was drowsy in the passenger seat. She, on the other hand, was wide awake on a adrenaline rush. She had make a kill earlier that night and pocketed all the cash her victims had on them. Viciously beaten throughout the whole night, I was trying to stay awake. "Where am I?", I wondered. I have to orientate myself. She muttered a few incoherent words and I grunted a reply. Almost immediately, the car swerved sharply and went out through a filter lane. I caught a sign saying Bukit Timah Exit. For a moment, I panicked. Where is she taking me? I read an earlier news report about dead bodies being found in the Bukit Timah quarry. They were supposedly dumped there in the wee hours of the morning. I shivered. It is always the darkest before the sun rise.

"Where are you kidnapping me to?" I screamed. "I want to reach home before 430am", she said coolly and stepped on the accelerator. I checked my watch. 411am. I gulped. I have got just a few minutes left to live..
"

what actually happened...
"
We were on our way home at 4am after a whole night of mahjong. I sat quietly in the passenger seat.
'Bukit Timah?', she asked.
'Yup', I had heard Bukit Merah. So we exited the wrongly at Bukit Timah exit and end up making a detour to my house.
"