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its here its here!
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finally got it in the mail , it took a while, but i finally got it! We'll see if i can use it in the following months.
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memes
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no contention not content from no content .
drink, drank , drunk.
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busted car windscreen
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mother fucker i come back to my car to find my windscreen busted. :|
edit: i was too lazy to post the complete story but seeing as everyone will want to find out what happen it's probably better to write it here. I come back late one evening from work (april fools day) and i sit in my car ready to drive off. Not being able to see clearly, i just assumed i was going blind from my laser eye surgery. Turns out the screen was shattered to fuck. Clearly it wasn't forced entry because
a) its a sunny
b) the windscreen was busted but no holes
c) its a sunny
Not too sure what to do i think i should just try driving the car home. it's not that bad and if i drive really slowly i could get back AOK. So i close the car door and a piece of windscreen drops off. To that, i say fuck it. I decide to get the car towed back, no way im sitting in glass shards having more glass shards flying in my face.
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enlightenment through inebriation?
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thats a picture of me at 7ate9 which crist took. Looking at it, i'm almost inclined to believe the bullshit i spread about me having deity like powers too. Anyhow it wasn't a hot night as i felt moderately psychotic and i was tempted to attack just about everyone at velvet that night. under normal circumstances i'm not a hostile drunk. well not really, i do get abrasive but nothing like my hainanese flaring up to incite random acts of violence but it appears that there are nights where theres an exception. Any hoo, after that I generally felt like shit for the next couple of days, even prompting a day off to avoid human contact(which at this point i'm continuing to do so from msn). Compared to the couple of days before, i'm generally feeling a lot better now and almost chatty, maybe the deprivation of human contact helps enhance the little that you get. However, i'll probably continue to go missing this week as I suspect I'm going to burn a hole in my already meager financial accounts. The idea of buying a cheap component hifi has swooped into my head, laids its eggs and now is begining to hatch. Maybe get a rotel ra-04 as an amplifier and a pair of speakers like a pair of paradigm atoms. Optimally I'd like to get a cd deck too but for now, I was thinking of using my computer as a source and OR an iphone...that would be so hot.
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the good old days
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been a little emo lately and looking at old pictures doesnt help none. Ronald recently scanned a stack of photos of ours(hats off to ronald) and looking through them, i really wish i was a kid agian. I long for more innocent times when i believed myself to be a better human being. It's as if the person i am today is too mean, too self centered and too cynical. Maybe I shouldnt be so hard on myself , after all , are we not but shell's compared to the innocence afforded by youth?
The one on the left is me, the one in the middle is dead and the one on the right's in jail
Bible -
"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways."
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my grammar is great
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god, how i love my grammar. probably the only reason i actually regret not being able to speak chinese is my inability to speak to my granma. Chinese new years is one of those rare times of year i get to be a little sooppy and get away with it. After coming back from my grammars place, me and my brother was talking about some old times. How we used to have a pet chicken. I swear I thought it was given to my by my grammar but it appears i was wrong and it was my uncle the colonel who gave it to us. Fucking hostile chicken. Think we brought this up after talking about the stuff my grandma used to cook(she cooks a lot less now) like this really bad ass satay chicken. Its like strips of fat chicken spiced yellow and cooked over a charcoal stove. I . fucking. Loved. That!!!!!. Which lead us to our conversation about my granma's older house in section 8. I only vaguely remember that place. How we went over to help paint the house. Me being small and useless, i kept saying i wanted a drink. I think it was bob or ahjee who brought me out for some fanta. i think it was grape. it was awweoms. :( . Fuck change, who needs it.
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i saw rambo!
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Just say rambo 4 last night so i think i'll give a short write up on what i felt about it. First thing that struck me was how fucking gory it was. It wasn't your typical action movie where all deaths are depicted as merely falling down and lying prone on the ground, but limbs would fly off, gaping holes, rotting bodies and generally unabashed violence. Initially i thought it was the movie was trying to take a realistic approach to violence by trying to keep it as realistic as possible. We have, after all been desensitized by the deaths portrayed in movies today. Maybe the directors wanted us to feel uncomfortable watching the violence in a move to show that John Rambo doesn't do it because he wants to but because he has to. I was wrong. It was an exercise in excesses. If more is good then surely a whole fuck lot must be a whole fuck lot of great(which it wasn't really). The violence had to be really violent, the bad folk had to be real bad, heck even the primary antagonist couldnt just be bad, he had to be pederast bad(male kid fucker). Anyhow, terrible acting, terrible plot aside it was kinda entertaining. I do have some major plot spoilers though, highlight only if you want a bulk of the show given away :-
RAMBO DESTROYS MYANMAR WITH HUGE GUN
Since rambo has already destroyed Vietnam, Afghanistan and Myanmar, the next movie will probably be based in another south east asian country. I'm predicting "Rambo 6 : Sexagenarians destroy KL. Featuring Bruce willis!"
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birthdays
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fuck dude, im 27. i'm in my late twenties and it makes you wonder if the better part of the best time in your life has flitted by like so. and you wonder. "have i done right by me?". have i lead my life the way i should have, or the way i could have. It bothers me to think i'm not a man i could be or I'm not leading a life i should and i realise theres (okok gets a little soppy)that i do have a good life. i have good people around me, my family is great and i have a decent career.
gotta say thanks to all the well wishers
gavin, weichen, shawn, big lynn , small lynn, yuet lin, calene, samantha, lydia , dave, aaron lim, melvn, elaine, angeline, chengleong, madline, kathey, kinman, omfg so many people. i love you all! :D
thanks for the pressies 
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My EHR rant
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Recently i've been writing some functional specs for a client of us which shall not be named and along the way, I was hit by an epiphany when changing the same document for the 100th time. As i was bitching to myself about how this document is overly complex, i came to realize that i was correct, that if an EHR spec is overly complex we're doing something wrong.
It's wrong from a process standpoint. As a consultant, it's our responsibility to advise the client regarding best practises and a better way to do things. We should assist in re-engineering the business process to make it leaner, lighter and more efficient. Old habits die hard and this is especially true in the business workplace. When implementing a technology enabled solution, clients often hold on to redundant business process and instead of re-imagining or re-engineering these process, they create a modern rendition of the same old problem. It's our responsibility to shake them out of old thought processes they're used to, to avoid creating a 10 page web process that mimics the 10 page paper trail.
It's wrong from a deliverables stand point. There is a common perception in the industry that if can be done via the web it should, but the reality is that, only if it can be done via the web simply, it should. As an SAP developer, I have a degree of faith that SAP's years of trial and error and legions of consultants have done a better job in nailing down common process than me, 3 months and a lot of paper. Why reinvent the wheel, when it's already been done?
It's wrong from a deliverables stand point. It's not uncommon for a specification to grow as we learn more about the process but we've got to keep a mindful eye on what we set out to achieve in the first place. Every process designed should not be seen as a silver bullet to solve all woes, but rather the dogma of "the right tool for the right problem" should be practised. Understand the problem you set out to solve and you will fix it . By not defining your problem , you will never define the answer. Having multiple process that caters to slightly different scenarios will lead to more processes but each streamlined, simple and intuitive. Having one general process that caters for all, will lead to over complexity in use and in development.
As new models requires a new ways of thinking, we should drop our hammers and stop hunting for the nail.
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A new year, 2008
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What is a year except measure of time to give our lives a meaningful reference point. It's that time of year where we try to usher in a new year when we should give thanks for the things that have happened in the past one year.
For the things that have happened :-
London, even though that kinda super sucked
Backpacked southeast asia
Traveled to europe
My new addiction, my camera
My 10 Kilometer run
Perth, even though it kinda sucked
Strangely even facebook , for the friends I often taken for granted
Christmas dinner at the kangs
For forgiveness and goodwill that i've overlooked
For the things that didn't happen :-
Didn't get raped in backpacking
Didn't get involved in any car accidents
Dying, maimed
Dad's operation didn't go wrong
Things that did happen, that we should try to remember
My colleagues who left :- joanne, tsm , dannychan, jensoon :(, ill miss ya bros
Oversleeping for the terry fox run!
What i wrote in notre dam
I have a pretty good life
Thank you 2007, you will be missed.
"Pedometer"
A device used by trained law enforcement officers to measure background pedophilia particles.
"The pedometer was off the scale in the choir room!"
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