Archive for August, 2006

Day That Came… (and Went)

Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
 
 

8.00am: Prepared my passport and my visa
application photo… However, whether I need to go overseas is not confirmed
yet… anyway… It’s… …….More work? (Yes
milord)
 
9.00am: Took a deep breath as I stepped
through the doors of the office. This is it, I thought to
myself.
 
Had some work left over from the previous day (as
implied by the previous post.) Well, here I come to face it again,
to save the day… bringing
in the might, energy and fervour painstakingly summoned from several hours of
sleep…
 

 
 
 
 
 
9.05am: Powered on the system again. The W
controller and the PC still won’t talk to each other. Thinking of
why… why? Okay, after some thought (in this situation, your thought speed
seems like an eternity, but when you look at your watch, you feel like
everything around you is rushing past in a blur and ripped pages are flying off
the calendar into space and distorted clockfaces with hands spinning away are
floating all around you) At the end of eternity, though, got an
idea: Hey, is it these W controllers that we got back were faulty to begin with?
How about trying with a new one? (Yeah, that should be
it!
)
 
9.10am: Did the necessary setup and preparations
for the new controller…

 
9.25am: plugged it in and turned on the power (ooh!
the anticipation!) And… laaaadies and gentlemen! Showtime!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
…It’s still the same!
 
 
At this point this is the time that your head keeps
on swimming (more like drowning) and you’re thinking: What’s going on? What
happened? Why is it like this? How can it be like this? Didn’t it work fine that
time? What the h3ll did I do that time that was different from this time that it
could work that time, and now, not?
 
Truth is, I had tested this out elsewhere on
another system like… a year ago (two eternities ago) somewhere else far far
away… and everything worked out fine then (even though I didn’t know I didn’t
know the details why it did, I didn’t realize… was just happy to get things up
and running) It’s like, during that time, I just popped in my software, tweaked
a few things here and there on the spot, got everything happily running
and then cheerfully saved my program in anticipation for the impending tasks two
eternities away (which came now)
 
 
.
At this point, the landscape changes into the
Olympic Arena. My teammate for the 4×100m relay has built up a
biiiiiig lead from the nearest competitor and is running and I’ve started my
pace-up as the anchor and I’m ready for the guy to pass me the baton for gold,
glory and country! And just then at the moment of passing, the scene freezes…
and then everything becomes slow motion… heartbeat soundtrack is playing in
the background… somehow, the anchor leg can’t run… can’t hold the baton
properly… *heart beats* *heart beats* cold sweat builds up… the audience
gasps in slow motion… the competitor is coming… and catching up fast…
*heart beats* *heart beats*
 
Not the first time I got this kind of feeling. It
feels like the anchor leg in that kind of situation and ……
 
But I keeping on reminding myself as I have psyched
myself up to do. Vigour! Vigour!
.
 
 
 
 
.
An experienced engineer/boss/director once told me,
"You need the Engineering Thinking(tm)
(drumroll/fanfare/thunderclap)…" Well, preliminary engineering thought
processes have been stated as mentioned above.
 
Faced with this kind of thing repeatedly…….
it feels like you’re dying many times, have died many times before, am alive
right at this moment, but facing an impending death… again…
 
Brings to mind The Nameless One of
Torment fame. Died and resurrected again and again but lost all memory
of his past life(lives) each and every time.
.
 
 
 
.
One thing that we can be certain of is, especially
when we are responsible for a part of a big whole (hole?) and when we put
everything (the whole shebang) together…
 
The whole thing won’t work.

 
The whole thing won’t work right from the
first flip on the power-on switch.

 
What exactly won’t work
though, is uncertain.
 
So, succinctly: (from UB’s Little Red Book of
Quotations, QOTD, or: Revelation(s) of the Century )

What we can expect
with certainty is something unexpected certainly will
happen.

.
I commented to my friend (also an engineer) once:
"You know, they should make a movie about engineers called Smocks".
Smocks are those all covering Electro-Static Discharge (ESD)-safe clothing that
one wears to a clean room. I don’t have many occasions that I need to wear
smocks and am thankful for that. I have a strong dislike of wearing smocks (more
like a strong dislike of the work that comes when having to wear
one).
 
Why?

 
"You know, just like doctors have movies about them
and a series called Scrubs".
 
To which she replied,
 
"But being an engineer is so boring! Who would want
to make a movie about engineers?"
 
I must say that I reserve my comment on that. I
leave it to the esteemed readers.
 
Come to think of it, what would a series such as
Smocks have for their episode scripts? Perhaps… perhaps some of you folks
already have some in mind.
 
Any hotshot producers interested in taking this up?
(dj ubill picks up a guitar in the background and strums…… singing *I’m
no Superman*
)
 
Oh yeah, just remembered that another friend of
mind told me before that the heroine of Flightplan is an engineer.
^___^ I went to watch the movie shortly after. Engineers never looked so good
(not just speaking of aesthetic terms — the whole portrayal was
inspiring.
) Spirited performance by Jodie Foster, although, if it were
me, I would think it have been more prudent to have bashed the villian’s face in
when having the fire extinguisher in hand (not that I could have, I’m squeamish
at raw, freshly-squished brain tissue) and good, non-run-of-the-mill storyline
and plot twist.
 
Probably then, that means I could save the world
one day by deciding which wire to cut to disable a doomsday device placed in
countdown mode by crazed terrorists.
But probably, I’ll have the same thoughts toward
that responsibility as my thoughts now: When there’s a problem… I don’t
want to be there (to handle it). Multiplied by a magnitude of six billion (6 x
10^9)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The problem with a whole system is that, after
assembling everything together, there’s many things that could be causing the
undesired phenomena. Software (program), Hardware (peripheral settings and
configuration) and/or Wiring (somewhere miswired, and concealed). When
you think about it, you just can’t help but suck in a deep,
deeeeeeeep breath.
 
Fortunately, at this point I was able to consult
with some very experienced and helpful seniors, and although they could not
solve my problem for me (The Chosen must fight their own battles) the
clues that they provided (like the advice from the Oracle from The
Matrix
) were able to provide me with some direction, and much-needed
hope.
 
Okay, so after that brief reverie I try out with
various versions of my program trying to figger` out what makes it tick that
time and whether I did anything to stop it from ticking happily still.
Until I am reminded that it’s time for lunch
12.30pm Okay, doing something different always makes me think
better.
 
 
 
And so, good weather today… after tanking up on
calories… back to the grind with axe in hand. ~1.30pm
 
Following the direction given by the first
Oracle (hey, remember, even the Matrix had two incarnations of the Oracle) I
delved through deeper documentation ~2.00pm on how to use (when
everything else fails, read the instruction manual) the hardware that I had on
hand. As the first Oracle was busy saving the other side of the world, I was
thankfully able to turn to the Oracle (second incarnation) ~2.30pm to
confirm my suspicion and act on solving it.
 
~3.00, ~3.30pm? Did the necessary
preparation for the next crack at it…
 
 
 
~4.00pm Got a call to go out into the
field just as I got the last of the preparations complete. What’s left to do…
with the plug in my hand I flipped on the power switch…

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
……..the flash of indicator lights concurring
with the agreeable friendship between the electronic devices were like Christmas
lights to me.
 
 
…Behold!
 
The direction as given by the Oracle(s)
were true!
 
Electronic devices were merrily talking to each
other again. Balance has been restored to The Equation.
 
And I could go out into the field for whatever
needed to be done.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
::: Epilogue :::
 
And, as the sage advice goes:

 
Those who forget the mistakes of
history are compelled to repeat them

 
And as every engineer knows, a good practice is to
- Do documentation. So, doing
documentation now. As in, now.
 
 
 
 
 
 
This is by no means the
season-ender though. Tomorrow, back to the battlefield for me
again. Does it seem strange… or even unacceptable… to you that,
…….one day has passed, just like this, and yet, there is still more to do?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The title character looks up at the sky which has
already become dark.
 
 
"Is this it?"
 
 
"Is this cycle of "birth, torment, death and
rebirth" without the memory of `past lives`(and torment and
deaths)…………. all there is?"
 
 
 
 
Remember that, whatever convenience that you
have in the comfort of your own home now, some engineer somewhere out there in
some third-world country with cheap labour and no minimum wage (no floor) paid
for it through some arcane rituals involving blood sacrifice
and soul torment. Think about it, and do remember this in your
prayers tonight. (Maybe then I’ll strike the lottery and sip pina coladas on
some sunny tropical island. Some other sunny tropical
island.
)

 
 

With love from
`ub~

Days to Come…

Monday, August 28th, 2006
 
 
Just the other day a friend asked something akin to
the lines of, how is it that I still seem to have energy although I have a busy
schedule?
 
 
One word: Inspiration.
 
 
Inspiration is fuel for the spirit.
 
What do I mean?
 
Let me illustrate.
 
Why, when getting a call to go out to party at
12am, we can still go all out at it, right up to 4am, then go back, sleep and
get up at 6am for another round of hearty breakfast with friends?
If you remember, this often (and usually) happens
during Chinese New Year. Ahh, the fond memories, yes?
 
But, being fully rested having slept at 10pm the
day before, why — why does one still feel lethargic, indifferent, jaded,
tired at work throughout the day?
 
If you haven’t gathered why by now, it is because
when one is inspired, one will not feel tired. Have you ever felt this
before?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Managed to put up a spirited performance over the
weekend.
 
Although… time was short, fraught with
uncertainties… plus, difficulty is there… But… one just has to
rise to the occasion… and deliver……… yes?
 
And I do not expect it to be different for the next
time… and the next… possibly even… not as ’smooth’…
(frown)

 
 
 
 
 
Now, I grit my teeth in
anticipation of the tasks in the days to come. But I must go at it with full
vigour, because that is the only way that I am going to get through
this.
 
 
 
This, by no means, however…… means that I am
much inspired (if at all) by the anticipation of those tasks (oooh… I’m so
thrilled) It is but a necessary evil to get through what needs
to be gotten through and over with. (Just in time for the next one.
Seriously.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A story from the ancient Chinese Tome of Wisdom,
the `36 Strategems` now comes to mind (although I forgot which was the
strategem that this story was supposed to illustrate, but, nevertheless…
)
Gou Jian was the ruler of a certain state which came to be overrun by one Fu
Chai, the ruler of the neighbouring state… as revenge for the former’s father
somehow having pissed off Fu Chai during earlier days. Through some timely
encouragement to the correct officials, Gou Jian and wife escaped death, instead
became captives/slaves of Fu Chai. Many years passed and Fu Chai became
complacent, until he deemed Gou Jian not being a threat anymore, sent him back
to his own state and demanded tribute every year. All nice and dandy
here.
 
Upon returning to his home state (LOTR 3:Return of
the King) Gou Jian vowed to avenge his past sufferings, one day. Even when he
went back to his palace, he and his wife still slept on twigs every night just
as they had during their days in captivity that they would not forget their
humiliation. He then set about to improve his state’s agriculture and industry,
while at the same time, Fu Chai was getting more and more complacent and
debauched. Gou Jian sent tribute of many valuable, but useless items, including
logs which promoted the construction of wasteful buildings, thus wasting
manpower and resources, and Gou Jian borrowed rice from Fu Chai’s state, and returned it with steamed grains, which failed to germinate. (Uh-oh… Prelude to major famine here.) At the same time, Gou Jian secretly placed his troops in
training under the guidance of talented generals.
 
As years went by, things got worse for Fu Chai’s
state as he was not preoccupying himself with the affairs of state, being lost
in various pleasures. His son, however, realized this and one day, came in and
told Fu Chai this story (Bonus: a story inside a story now… just like a
`cartoon in a cartoon` like we see in some cartoons…) "One day, I (the son)
was going out to shoot birds… and then I noticed on the tree that there was
this bird that was too preoccupied with a cicada that it did not notice it was
being targeted… and I, in turn, was too preoccupied with that bird, I was
not aware of a pond behind me and I fell into it" For a moment, Fu Chai seemed
dumbstruck at the revelation (of that century) but after a few moments, dismissed
it in a huff.
 
That year was a particularly bad year for Fu Chai’s
state (you know the ancient society drill… bad harvest, no food, drought,
famine {insert appropriate natural disaster here} …) and unrest was building,
Gou Jian deemed it was finally the right time and invaded. That state fell
without much fight and when Fu Chai begged for clemency, he was offered the
charity of either execution or dying by his own hand. He chose the
latter.
 
 
 
 
 
I wonder though, how many people would just have
gone back and just conveniently forgot about everything, and just spend the next few
generations continuing to pay tribute and thus having the rakyat from that
state being known as `hor lien zhong` (pitiful losers) or until a
revolt happens during their lifetime ("If the peasants have no wheat, they can
just eat cake!")
 
 
Of course, if there were any, their names would
just not have been recorded in such tomes and be known by future generations.
 
 
However, for the resilient, astute and
prudent…………. then… let their names be sung, by bards of many
generations!
 
 

Fair enough, isn’t it?
 
 

… working again on Saturday

Saturday, August 26th, 2006

Working … full day again on a
Saturday.

 
 
At least, I’m working with people who appreciate
what you do. When the camaraderie is there - When you feel that everybody is
pulling their own weight, you feel that you’re helping
someone out, rather than working your job. Which you actually are, of
course.
 
 
Just have to be spirited, and render my services to
the best I can.
In a team, as in RPGs — a party must consist of
members with various skills to survive well. When everyone else is serious about
their contribution, you feel that your presence is not in vain.
 
 
 
Working full day on weekends — Yes, yes, I know,
some of you will roll your eyes and say "’tis nothing". Yes, I know, of
course, we don’t jump around, pull our hair or lie down on the floor making snow
angels when we have to put in the extra hours in the course of duty. As I have
said, we render our services constructively and spiritedly. But then, too often
"semuanya OK" thinking will condition us into doing more of something that
just consigns us to be doing more of that something … when I imagine about it, I
just get the picture of a hamster turning the wheel. Not going on to win the
Nobel Prize or something. (Contribution to science on the dissection table does
not count)
 
 
 
I must say, though, that I am not too thrilled
about having to work on Saturdays.
 
Why?
 
Because it prevents me from being where I want
to be.
 
 
Before the age of thirty, perhaps it is okay to
spend your time (unwillingly) in this manner. But, later on… you may wonder
whether was there anything else that you could have done during those hours
rather than consigning yourself to more of the same. What you could have done,
where you could have been.
 
 
 
Sky’s dark out now. Does it make you think… how
the day could have been for you outside?

Weekend: Saturday 19 July 2006

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006

Greetings Esteemed Friends!

 

It’s time to record down some happy
thoughts.
 

On Saturday… went to Kampachi Restaurant… at
Equatorial Bukit Jambul for dinner.

 
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Postcard picture before the meal…

 
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Beautiful scenery behind…

 
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Itadakimasu…~!
The food that I am about to enjoy there… those are crayfish.

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Mmmmmm…….

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At the entrance…

 
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This drum reminds me of the Dance Dance Revolution game… the version where you hit a drum instead … to the tune of familiar music from varying genres… and with varying levels of difficulty and tempo…

The Hanging Gardens of Jambul…
   
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We went for jungle trekking after
dinner.

 
 
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Say hello to the new face of Malaysia Tourism
Board…

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Looks like a nice and relaxing place for a holiday.

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I remember earlier this year, my colleagues and
I walked by this restaurant after having buffet lunch at the neighbouring Coffee
Garden restaurant. Upon seeing the Kampachi signboard I conjectured on how to
read the characters.

 
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I just mentioned the first thing that came into my
mind, which is how it could be vocalized if read in Cantonese: "sum pat" .
Before I realized it, somehow, that elicited laughter from my colleagues…

Anyone know how to read those characters… and what is the meaning???


And with that… it wraps up this issue… There, all of thirteen thousand words, from the ever-generous me.

Have fun, and a great day ahead!

With Love from,
`ubill~.

-= …Parable… =-

Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
.::Parable::.

 
I always remember very well this story from
my young days.

 
It was from the pictorial depiction of "Adventures
of the Monkey God" (a.k.a. Journey to the West)… During those days, the
pictorial collections of Chinese classics, fully illustrated and bilingual
(Chinese & English) were very popular. The publisher’s name is…
"Canfonian" and the standard of English … leaves something to be desired…
but was quite funny, in a way.
 

This was before Monkey teamed up with three others,
and quite a while before McCartney, Lennon, Harrison and Starr became
famous.
 
 
"and so, Monkey went up the high mountains to look
for the Venerable Sage to learn the Secret of Immortality (*ta-da*…). Upon his
entry, after some banter he was initiated as a disciple and…… …….you
guessed it, was assigned the pre-requisite foundation subjects of "tam sui por
chai" (carry water chop wood).

 
…and so, days became months and year after
years… passed by and he was still doing the same mundane things, carry water
chop wood sweep the floor among other tasks (knowing ancient China, that
probably included the heavy responsibility of transporting and ensuring the
security of the valuable products of the latrine to fertilize the vegetable
fields for the disciples’ healthy vegetarian meals)… thankfully, that is not
narrated to us pictorially… so, many years passed in the frame of just one or
two pictures…

 
Finally, one night came that the Venerable Master
(probably came out of seclusion) called all the disciples and commended them…
in recognition of their faithful service, they would be rewarded, which field of
study would they like to pursue, the master asked of the faithful one by one?
How about the study of the Classics? Good disciple, the library is open to you.
The deep understanding of art? The elements of fine music? The
Analects? Very good, very good, one by one those disciples
beamed with pride at the rewards they received, the fruit of their long labour.
And so it went on, until our hero Monkey’s turn. As with the others,
t
he Venerable Master related the respectable
fields offered to him as well.

 
To which Monkey replied:

 
"I am not interested in any of these
things, because they do not show me the Secret to
Immortality"

 
Pretty reasonable, isn’t it?

Upon this, the Venerable Master (to get an idea,
picture, the Pai-Mei from Kill Bill Vol.2)
flew into a great rage. The disciples were aghast. The Master stood up, grabbed
his staff and rapped Monkey hard on the head "You wretched simian, you won’t
learn, you won’t learn" and stormed off in a rage. The other disciples chided
Monkey for pissing the Pai-Mei off. But Monkey just replied that the
Master was just signalling for him (Monkey) to come to his room in the middle of
the night.

 

And so, that night, after the acrimoniously-ended
event, everyone was sound asleep, and Monkey woke up in his hostel for the
‘prearranged meeting’, it seemed that he was the only one who got the signal, as
everyone else was sound asleep. And so, he nonchalantly made his way to the
Master’s quarters (at this point, it was not mentioned, pictorially or
otherwise, whether he got ready a jumbo supply of lubricants just in case… to
prepare for any eventuality)
.

Upon reaching the Master’s quarters, he found the
Master sleeping. But as soon as he came into the room, he finds that the Master
was just pretending to sleep and was expecting him. The Master was pleased that
Monkey had understood his secret signal and after some praise, taught him the
Secret of Immortality, along with the 72 Transformations that would enable him
to shake Heaven and Earth.

 
 
And with that, Monkey eventually went on to
join the audition for the fourth band member and started an ongoing two millenia
mania that would include, among others, licensing his story rights to a
Singaporean publisher of pictorial Chinese classics and went into a healthy,
fulfilling and comfortable retirement thanks to the royalty income from his book
rights (which were later also made into a few series of TV serials and several
feature-length films.)

 
(Okay, some of you esteemed readers may be
wondering now… how the heck (euphemized, for PG-13 audiences) that Monkey could know
that "You wretched simian, you won’t learn, you won’t learn" = "Come to my room
at night. I’ve got something cool (like, wicked cool!) to show you" ?

Don’t worry…… That is fair enough….. As a
nine-year old, I was also wondering the exact same thing.

But let’s just put it
this way: There must have been something special about Monkey that he was able
to realize the Master’s secret signal(tm) for what it was. Call it
insight, call it wisdom,
whatever, he simply had that extra special something to be
able to realize what others could not. And that’s why
you’re reading The Monkey God’s Journey to the West, and not that
some other nameless disciple’s
Journey to the West. Not to mention that
those other nameless disciples did not achieve immortality too, I might
add. So their Journey to the West would likely have been of a different kind. The permanent kind.)

 

And that concludes Today’s Parable. I hope you enjoyed your read… because, question and answer session is upcoming. Comprehension carries 50% of Final Exam marks, please take note. Thank you.

High Academic Achievement

Monday, August 7th, 2006

Laaaaaadies and Gentlemen, we interrupt this programme for a special announcement:

I tried this test from LiveScience:
Prologue:
"The most taboo elements of society are also the most misunderstood, and …"

And the encouraging assessment that I got was:
"You answered 9 questions correctly out of 10. If you scored a perfect
10, you’re giving Dr. Ruth a run for her money. Eight or better and you
can call yourself an expert. Seven or less? Practice!"

So, which category do you (yess you!) fall in? …"Practice" …? :-3

I like to look at it as "successfully answering 9 out of 10 questions" rather than "dang! I just fell at the final hurdle … right at the last question". Always look at the glass as half-full rather than half-empty (or in this case, nine-tenths full rather than one-tenth empty) right? "Kita mesti positif…" (as seen in a friend’s Friendster profile)

Why don’t you try quickly assessing yourself on this area of important, essential life knowledge. Try it, it’s fun! Don’t underestimate it… it’s very challenging. Besides, it’s good to know whether you need to improve on this essential area or not.

Here’s the link if you are up to the challenge:
Click Here

With love from,
`ubill~.