Day That Came… (and Went)
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006application photo… However, whether I need to go overseas is not confirmed
yet… anyway… It’s… …….More work? (Yes
milord)
through the doors of the office. This is it, I thought to
myself.
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…
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!)
for the new controller…
the anticipation!) And… laaaadies and gentlemen! Showtime!
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?
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)
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*
feels like the anchor leg in that kind of situation and ……
myself up to do. Vigour! Vigour!
"You need the Engineering Thinking(tm)
(drumroll/fanfare/thunderclap)…" Well, preliminary engineering thought
processes have been stated as mentioned above.
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…
Torment fame. Died and resurrected again and again but lost all memory
of his past life(lives) each and every time.
when we are responsible for a part of a big whole (hole?) and when we put
everything (the whole shebang) together…
first flip on the power-on switch.
though, is uncertain.
Quotations, QOTD, or: Revelation(s) of the Century )
What we can expect
with certainty is something unexpected certainly will
happen.
"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).
and a series called Scrubs".
to make a movie about engineers?"
leave it to the esteemed readers.
Smocks have for their episode scripts? Perhaps… perhaps some of you folks
already have some in mind.
(dj ubill picks up a guitar in the background and strums…… singing *I’m
no Superman*)
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.
one day by deciding which wire to cut to disable a doomsday device placed in
countdown mode by crazed terrorists.
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)
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.
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.
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.
calories… back to the grind with axe in hand. ~1.30pm
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.
preparation for the next crack at it…
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…
with the agreeable friendship between the electronic devices were like Christmas
lights to me.
were true!
other again. Balance has been restored to The Equation.
needed to be done.
history are compelled to repeat them
documentation now. As in, now.
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?
already become dark.
rebirth" without the memory of `past lives`(and torment and
deaths)…………. all there is?"
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











