Thursday, October 13, 2005

The 10 Faces of Innovation



Ideo's 10 people-centric tools, talents, or personas developed for innovation to help teams express a different point of view and create a broader range of innovative solutions.

1. Anthropologist
2. Experimenter
3. Cross-Pollinator
4. Hurdler
5. Collaborator
6. Director
7. Experience Architect
8. Set Designer
9. Caregiver
10. Storyteller

-- From Fastcompany.com

Tapping into a Million iPods at Once


www.mercora.com


"The really important cultural innovations are the ones that blur the definitions of old categories. The VCR clouded the distinction between TV and movies. The World Wide Web punched open the wall between print and video.

Now, a site called Mercora is busy rubbing out the lines separating radio from music downloading. As with radio, Mercora plays music chosen by someone else, according to the DJ's tastes and rules. But as with downloading onto your iPod or adding a CD to your collection, Mercora lets the user decide what music to listen to."
-- From Washingtonpost.com

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Ooh, Commuting Joy



*Ed flaunts new toy*

Special thanks to a good friend ;)

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Finally, My Climbing Cert






Finally did the climbing course today. After much talk, managed to get Martin to do the beginner's one with me.

Tiring but fun. Instructor promises we'll all get DOMS on tuesday - tt's delayed onset muscle soreness. Will let the pictures tell the rest of the story...

Anyone wants to go climbing with me now?

Meetro Me Too



Read Lemming's blog and decided to install Meetro, a new, location-based online social networking service. Mainly reported about in the US - see Wired.com.

Any S'poreans who wanna hook up?? *snigger*

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Ed Blows the Almonds Off the Cake



For the 1st time in my life, someone baked me a cake for both Boon & my birthdays. Really appreciate it!

Most hilarious moment: candle-blowing. 2 ex-band players meet cake with almonds flakes = flaky table. Aaron blurted, "Lee would have been proud."

Especially enjoyed my birthday celebrations this year. Am grateful for all my family & friends. Thanks, all.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Ed Turns 26



*soulful crooning a la Billie Holiday* Happy birthday to me...

Received lotsa sms-es of b-day wishes - small in gesture, but v. heart-warming. Thanks, all.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Al Otro Lado Del Río



By Jorge Drexler
From Motorcycle Diaries Soundtrack

Spanish

Clavo mi remo en el agua
Llevo tu remo en el mío
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

El día le irá pudiendo
poco a poco al frío
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

Sobre todo creo que no todo está perdido
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima y yo,
soy un vaso vacío

Oigo una voz que me llama
casi un suspiro
"Rema, rema, rema"
"Rema, rema, rema"

En esta orilla del mundo
lo que no es presa es baldío
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

Yo muy serio voy remando
muy adentro sonrío
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

Sobre todo creo que no todo está perdido
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima y yo,
soy un vaso vacío

Oigo una voz que me llama, casi un suspiro
"Rema, rema, rema"
"Rema, rema, rema"

Clavo mi remo en el agua
Llevo tu remo en el mío
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río

English

I dig my oar into the water
I carry your oar with my oar
I think I have seen a light
in the other shore of the river

The day will be breaking down
the cold, little by little
I think I have seen a light
in the other shore of the river

Above all I think that not everything is lost
So many tears, so many tears and I,
I am an empty glass

I hear a voice that is calling me, nearly a sigh
"Row, row, row"
"Row, row, row"

In this shore of the world
what is not a dam is waste land
I think I have seen a light
in the other shore of the river

I am rowing very serious,
but deep inside I'm smiling
I think I have seen a light
in the other shore of the river

Above all I think that not everything is lost
So many tears, so many tears and I,
I am an empty glass

I hear a voice that is calling me, nearly a sigh
"Row, row, row"
"Row, row, row"

I dig my oar into the water
I carry your oar with my oar
I think I have seen a light
in the other shore of the river

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Put Off the Old



Good ol' Victoria Concert Hall, place of many fond memories. Attended countless concerts there, especially in secondary school. Guess student tickets are way cheaper or as the SYO kids tell you, the ushers would just let us sneak in.

Way back in primary school, I was in the school band (somebody cough geek) - had tonnes of fun in the band anyhow. On 1 saturday afternoon, the teacher in charge, Ms Kok (whose name was the butt of many mean primary school jokes, but she's nice ok?), brought some of us to see SSO in concert and the Smurf fans in us instantly recognized the Gargamel theme. There my love for classical music must have began.




Good ol' organ, part instrument tt yielded much music-making fun, part play-place for the wild imaginative young mind. Now junked to make way for a new sofa set.

Another time in primary school I joined the talent-time contest and had to audition first. I dutifully picked out one of my favourite songs and ripped it out of the score book. Somehow I lost tt score and had to find another tune to replace. That book was actually a compilation of chinese popular tunes, so I chose the other one my teacher made me master - Shanghai Tan. I don't remember hearing anyone sniggering during the audition, neither was I embarassed. Was briefly disappointed when I didn't make the cut.
One of Jesus' parables:
Then He spoke a parable to them: "No one puts a piece from a new garment on an old one; otherwise the new makes a tear, and also the piece that was taken out of the new does not match the old. And no one puts new wine into old wineskins; or else the new wine will burst the wineskins and be spilled, and the wineskins will be ruined. But new wine must be put into new wineskins, and both are preserved. And no one, having drunk old wine, immediately desires new; for he says, "The old is better." (Luke 5:37-39)

Lunchtime Browsing


Memoirs of an Ah Beng - Maslov's Hierarchy of Needs



Dan Lim's Photosite



Cel Kulasekaran's Photo Blog

Saturday, October 01, 2005

The Beginning of Birthday Blues



For my birthday, my mom's extorting me for a treat to shark's fin.

Let's go celebrate your birthday, she suddenly blurted.

Ok, sure. The usual wrangling to find a dinner slot where everyone's free & willing ensued.

My birthday, so your treat right, I parried.

No, the birthday boy supposed to treat what. Eh, let's go for shark's fin lah. Only $25 a bowl per person. Never mind, we can order 2 bowls and share.

She grinned, wrinkles & all.

WAH!

It's got cartillage, she added, good for the knees.

Alamak, first pummel with birthday obligations, next corner with the filial piety card - she knows tt I know she's got leg problems.

She's great, isn't she? Love you, mom.

Friday, September 30, 2005

How Well You Know a Person



Met an ex-JC classmate in the course of the week. Almost didn't recognize her because of the make-up & hairstyle. Also, haven't seen her in years, since she never turned up at class gatherings. True to her sales profession, she was busy networking and greeting people.

When I related this to another ex-JC classmate, she wasn't surprised at all. Honestly I never knew her well enough to be able to judge, except tt there was something abt her tt caught my eye. Perhaps it was the Cedar Girls uniform :)

One thing I wondered about: does a person's work and environment shape his or her personality and values? Or does it bring out what was already inherent?

*finger on chin* Hmm...

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Ode to the Flu Bug



Waking in the middle of the night,
My throat parched & sore.
Oh how I thirst.
But swallowing, my face crinkles with discomfort.
A glass of water later,
I throw myself back in bed.

My morning alarm goes off.
Feeling woozy, I decide to take the day off.
Off to the doctor's, I go.
Half an hour,
I'm staring blankly into space.
One hour,
I'm staring angrily at the receptionist.
One hour & a half,
I'm looking at my receipt of $34.

Mmmm... Duck porridge, my childhood fav food.
Fantastic Four's on TV - starring Dare Devil,
ain't so fantastic to me anymore.
Head feels like a choked toilet pipe,
yellow discharge aflowing.

Three pills I pop,
on the bed I flop.
Awakened an hour later
by the screams of children running amok on the void deck.
I stay on the 10th floor, mind you.
Mom answers door,
greeted by salesman touting new-wonder-rubbish-chute-thingamajig.

My bum reluctantly leaves the bed,
stuff myself with a sandwich & milk.
Mom nags as usual,
too much heaty food right?

No, I protest,
it's my colleague's flu bug.
She changes tack,
how come resistance so low?
Thought you always go run?
Mind shuts out the rest...

Papers, papers, news, news...
Coffee & mee chiam kueh!
Mom nags,
heaty ah.

Flicking my laptop on,
children from school across
crooning malay children's day song.

To MSN, I go,
"Ed Battles Flu Bug with Tissue and Prayer"

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Sniff



It's ironic. One day I remark to my colleague tt I seldom fall sick because I take vitamins, the next day I awake with a sore throat & the sniffles. The same thing happened in my previous job about a year ago.

Partly another colleague's fault for bringing the flu bug upon us, also because I'd to stay up late to rush some work. Oh yes, me is breaking the civil servant mould.

Attended today a conference organized by BEA systems on the topic of SOA. A hodge-podge of bland presentations - the deputy CTO was reading off the slides. At least the food at Pan Pacific was good - esp. the mixed salad of what I think is Rocket, Alfalfa & some veggie tt was small but spicy. Mmmm...

Met a couple of cellgroup friends & one of their sisters for dinner. Had a nice chat, a most whacky sister my friend has. While hitching a lift back, was most amused when friend's sister suggested having Jamie Cullum take on "I Get a Kick Out of You" as the bridal walk-in song (she's getting married soon) & started grooving & snapping in lindy hop fashion.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Another Bugbear



Failed my IPPT this morning coz of SBJ. Scored well for everything except that. For the life of me, I can't jump. At least I've got another try next weekend.

For the non-NS initiated, failing IPPT means a month of remedial trainings - simply because I missed a few centimetres.

This morning I was anxious & hopeful, now I am all of disappointed, frustrated & angry.

Part of me wants to blame God for making me feel like a failure, yet I know tt I only have myself to blame, for not preparing well in advance despite knowing my weak station.

I'm fucking fucked, tt's what.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Who Wants Love?



Sung by Billie Holiday
Written by Gus Kahn / Franz Waxman

Who wants love?
Love is a joy we borrow
Pay back in tears tomorrow
So who wants love?

Who wants love?
Something to fill your heart with
So very soon to part with
So who wants love?

Love is a dream of weaving
Moonbeams in patterns rare
Love is a child believing
Stories of castles in the air
So who wants love
I'll go away without it
I know too much about it
Who wants love

Plop



Once I was with G sitting at 1 of the eateries inside her club. An indian girl had just bought herself a big cup of ice-milo and was returning to her seat with the drink on a tray. On the way, she dropped the drink near us.

I can still remember the snapshot of spilled milo rapidly spreading over the floor in front of a stunned girl - her pang of disappointment beginning to sink in.

"Oh no, so sad," I turned to G & blurted.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Blink



More than 10 years on and some things haven't changed at home.

*blink*

Am I carrying an unnecessary burden? I tell myself it's all about attitude.

*blink*

Angry thoughts rage in my head.

But who am I to point & judge?

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Binging on a Quiet Mid-Autumn's Night



Was a bit down today, but surprisingly, felt much better after a 24min easy run. Sometimes I wish I could just run away... I truly believe that one should not allow inner emotions to determine his state of mind, but it's easier said than done. Perhaps am feeling down because I had to spend some time this weekend on work stuff.

A quiet mid-autumn fest I had this year. No big bang celebrations like the last few years. At least I had my fill of mooncakes. Visited grandparents last night though, at least my teochew's a little bit better now. Was nice just to see them anyway.

Crave north indian food, esp. masala tea. Speaking of food, read 2 articles about food today. One in the Sunday Times talks about how processed food is so pervasive in our everyday lives that it's quite impossible to avoid eating anything that's processed. While I've passed from my asparagus phase to a tomato one - the latter needs little or no cooking, my latest discovery is using chappati as wraps. You can easily get it from NTUC & it takes only 15seconds to zap.

The other article from NYTimes talks about different perspectives on man's insatiable hunger, from anthropological studies to how the human body efficiently absorbs nutrients from food to hunger disease studies done by Jewish doctors living in the Warsaw ghetto.

True enough, sometimes I find my mind severely distracted by greedy thoughts of food. Sure, in Singapore, we really love eating; in Bangkok/Pattaya, Gaurav was amused by the numerous pics I took of food. I find myself getting prosperous from eating. Food, food, food, we just can't live without it.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Be With Me (2005)

Caught Eric Khoo's Be With Me a few days ago. A wonderfully human show that captures man's profound longing for companionship among a whole gamut of emotions that we can all certainly identify with. Towards the end, was reminded of a friend's anguish & grief at losing a close family member.

The film also showcases the life of an exceptional person - Theresa Chan who, in spite of her impairments, is able to live life as independently and as fully as she can. I find her life story incredibly inspiring, especially when you see her carrying out everyday chores and you realize what we take for granted. One thing that struck me from her autobiography, "I cannot see the beautiful things in life but neither can I see the ugly and sad things."



...a tapestry of three stories woven around the themes of love, hope and destiny. Although the main characters come from different backgrounds and lead different lives, they all long to be with their loved one.

Meant To Be is about an ageing provision shopkeeper grappling with loneliness. Just when he is about to give up hope, he chances upon an autobiography which changes his life.

Finding Love follows the mundane life of a middle aged security guard who has two loves in life -- food and a high flying professional who works in the same building he does. The first he indulges in with great passion, the second, alas, he can only admire from afar. He decides to bridge the divide with a letter.

So In Love is the bitter-sweet chronicles of a teenage love less ordinary. A chain of events spark off a flurry of SMS's which will drastically rewrite the blueprints of their lives.

Unknown to them, these different souls will share the same stage in a play written by Fate, one which involves the themes of love, tragedy and redemption. The characters in the movie are ficititious except for Theresa Chan. Deaf and blind since she was 14, Theresa -- who is now 61 -- is a remarkable woman who has triumphed over her disabilities to live an amazing life. She will be the film's beacon, a symbol of strength and hope.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Me Inspector?



Anne sent me another 1 of those personality tests today - this 1's the HUMANMETRICS Jung Typology Test. Partly to humour her & partly curious, I did it in a couple of minutes & turns out I am an Inspector Guardian (iStJ) or Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging - keyword's "superdependable". People who know me & agree say "aye".

Don't know how accurate this is, because the results are very much dependent on a person's frame of mind. The last time I did it during JC, I was deemed to be a Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving.

One thing's for sure, I've come a long way from the person I used to be. A secondary school friend I met recently reminded me that I used to wear this pink colour Giordano jacket. My retort - I was ahead of my time, now pink is in. The real reason? It was my mom's & I couldn't afford a new one & the alternative was a dirty brown, ah pek one. Heh heh!

Monday, September 12, 2005

Rainy Days And Mondays



Carpenters

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Look Ma, No Plaque



Just visited the dentist - for the 1st time in quite a while. As I was lying there, being attended to by the doctor and his assistant, it felt oddly surreal, like a scene out of a TV show.

First the prodding & general check-up and doc commented on the condition of my teeth and how tartar leads to plaque. This was followed by scaling - the screeching-high frequency of his mini drill bit meeting enamel while doc worked hard to free my teeth of plaque. Not only do you hear it, but you feel it too. And all the while, the assistant constantly peers from above to remove saliva.

Just as I thought he was about done, doc pointed out 2 molars which are showing initial signs of decay. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, because I dutifully brush & floss everyday. Perhaps it's time to invest in mouthwash. No biggie, he said (not in these words though), just need to patch it up with a protective layer to prevent further decay.

For the next 10minutes, instrument after instrument were put into my poor gaping mouth, including one that emits a curious blue light to harden the protective layer and a red plastic sheet to bite on.

After doc was done, I very much wanted him to explain every procedure he had put me through. But figured I'd might as well do my own research on the internet.

The first thing I did upon exiting his room was to admire my freshly cleaned teeth in the lobby mirror. Oh, teeth are definitely looking good and plaque free!

Now I can't stop tonguing the back of my lower teeth.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Running Log 040905



Took part in the 2nd Mizuno Run 2005 & ran 10km.

Timing: 47m30s

Not bad for someone who hasn't been training seriously but not good enough. 1st 5km was comfortably fast (about 20min), but ran out of gas for the next 5km. Finishing slope going up Serangoon rd into Kovan Hub was a real killer.


Click for enlarged route map


Well, at least I broke in my new Mizuno shoes, Wave Atlantis. Haha! Left me a small blister on the arch & barely blistering toes of my left foot.

Thought I saw some familiar faces around at the run, probably guys I saw around during NS days. Once again, I reiterate the 1 benefit of NS - discovering the love of running.

Up next - Stanchart Half-marathon! Woohoo!

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Connect the Dots



Tried a new running route this evening:

Cut through Nanyang Poly, not many students about at this time
Passed by AMK Bus Depot
Through AMK Industrial Park 3, thankfully quiet & relatively car-less
Passed by ST Electronics & along Yio Chu Kang rd
Passed by NCS, commute would be so much shorter if I worked here
Turned left & ran with the MRT track & all the way back home

Time: 32min
Est. dist: 6km
Pace: comfortably moderate

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Go with the Flow



Fast Company: The Art of Work talks about Csikszentmihalyi's concept of flow at work.
It's a condition of heightened focus, productivity, and happiness that we all intuitively understand and hunger for... People engage so completely in what they are doing that they lose track of time. Hours pass in minutes. All sense of self recedes. At the same time, they are pushing beyond their limits and developing new abilities. Indeed, the best moments usually occur when a person's body or mind is stretched to capacity. People emerge from each flow experience more complex, Csikszentmihalyi found. They become more self-confident, capable, and sensitive. The experience becomes "autotelic," meaning that the activity actually becomes its own reward. "To improve life, one must improve the quality of experience," he says. One of the chief advantages of flow is that it enables people to escape the state of "psychic entropy," the distraction, depression, and dispiritedness that constantly threaten them.

The Bandit Of Joy

Max Lucado

Black Bart terrorized the Wells Fargo stage line for thirteen years, roaring like a tornado in and out of the Sierra Nevadas, spooking the most rugged frontiersmen.

During his reign of terror between 1875 and 1883, he is credited with stealing the bags and the breath away from twenty-nine different stagecoach crews.

A hood hid his face. No victim ever saw him. No artist ever sketched his features. No sheriff could ever track his trail. He never fired a shot or took a hostage.

He didn't have to. His presence was enough to paralyze.

He reminds me of another thief-one who's still around. You know him. Oh you've never seen his face, either. You couldn't describe his voice or sketch his profile. But when he's near, you know it in a heartbeat.

If you've ever been in the hospital, you've felt the leathery brush of his hand against yours.
If you've ever sensed someone was following you, you've felt his cold breath down your neck.

If you've awakened late at night in a strange room, it was his husky whisper that stole your slumber.

You know him.

It was this thief who left your palms sweaty as you went for the job interview. It was this con man who convinced you to swap your integrity for popularity.

And it was this scoundrel who whispered in your ear as you left the cemetery, "You may be next."

He's the Black Bart of the soul. He doesn't want your money. He doesn't want your diamonds. He won't go after your car. He wants something far more precious. He wants your peace of mind-your joy.

His name? Fear.

His task is to take your courage and leave you timid and trembling. Fear of death, fear of failure, fear of God, fear of tomorrow-his arsenal is vast. His goal? To create cowardly, joyless souls.

From The Applause of Heaven
Copyright 1990, Max Lucado

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Spooked, I Am Not


FCBC's The Spook Show


Was invited by Daniel Kuan to attend his church's The Spook Show at Suntec City yesterday. Although the event is an evangelistic one, it is not immediately apparent. Upon stepping into the hall, one is greeted by eerie lighting, wandering ghouls & spirits, and too many screaming girls. The spook-themed show eventually begins with an hour of magic tricks and illusions performed by Rev Lawrence Khong, the church's senior pastor.

Even as a visiting Christian, I feel unsettled and questions are abuzz in my mind - especially during one segment where Rev Khong "calls upon a spirit" to perform tasks in a "Spirit Chamber". Such a reaction is ironic because controversy isn't new to my church either. But by the end of the show, it's clear to me how both the theme and purpose of the show come together to deliver the same salvation message preached at churches all over.

We can certainly compare these two local mega-churches to determine if there is indeed a winning formula. But ultimately it's not the means that matter - as long as the means do not violate biblical principles. The Spook Show and a preaching magician, the Gospel Concert Tour and a singing pastor, a church building with a titanium body... all these are external facets. It's the congregation's attitude and spiritual hunger that matters.

I've come to realize that it takes maturity and a godly open-mindedness to engage in such secular and contemporary methods of outreach. Most importantly, it takes a calling sanctioned by God himself or else they simply become another of Man's vain activities.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Can You Smell It in the Air?



The hungry ghosts festival, that is.

Once a year, the Singapore air is thick with the smell of smoke and the void decks and pedestrian walkways are littered with piles of burnt incense paper marked with white chalk.

Being a 3rd generation chinese, I could never understand why people adhere to such traditions, despite the inconvenience and irritation caused, not to mention environmental pollution.

The first night of the festival saw people lighting up candles along staircases to form a lighted passage. Kinda creepy when you realize the intention behind it.

At least this tradition makes for less crowded pools.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band



Beatles

It was twenty years ago today
Sergeant Pepper taught the band to play,
They've been going in and out of style,
But they're guaranteed to raise the smile,
So may I introduce to you,
The act you've known for all these years,
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

We're Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you will enjoy the show
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sit back and let the evening go
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely
Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

It's wonderful to be here,
It's certainly a thrill
You're such a lovely audience,
We'd like to take you home with us, we'd love to take you home.

I don't really want to stop the show,
But I thought you might like to know,
That the singer's going to sing a song
And he wants you all to sing along,
So let me introduce to you
The one and only Billy Shears
And Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.