The End is Nigh

Read Crossring.com: The end of the world where Chris Theobald looks at the claims of "The Bible Code 2" that the world will end in 2006.

Hubble: Starry Night

Wired.com: Happy 15th Birthday, Hubble

Run Run Run

Yup, still doing 'em runs, though not as regular as I'd prefer. Plateau-ing at about 25min, prob 5.5km? At least I tried a different route.

Phoenix: Run Run Run
Business calls me, trouble down the waterfront
You know, I tried to,now I'm running outta lies
It's a clear view, when all you are is gettin' paid
No more favors, I know what we can do about it

I think I'd better run, run, run
I think I'd better run, run, run
You didn't catch me fallin', fallin', fallin'
Fallin',fallin', fallin'

Contradictions get me everything I want
I'll let you know but I think it's gonna take a while
It's a clear view, noone's waiting at the door
A million letters, they couldn't make me change my mind

I think I'd better run, run, run
I think I'd better run, run, run
You didn't catch me fallin', fallin', fallin'
Fallin',fallin', fallin'

How you want it to be, sittin' by the waterfront
I know I should be drifting far enough to reach the shore
It's a clear view, don't you underestimate me
No more flavor I know that I can live without it

I think I'd better run, run, run
& leave those things for someone else
But I liked it
I don't even care
If you got to play the game you got to do it well

Fri Nite

Last night, watched Night Scene at S'pore History Museum. Interesting docufilm about male prostitution in Beijing, esp. the straight gigolos who voice their desires to settle down with a wife and kid eventually. Was there with G, probably 1 out of 5 females in the entire cinema. Had to open her plastic bag with durian puffs inside to reach our chocolate stash *PHOOF!*



Went over to Liquid Room to see Dan da Man (on tpt/flugelhorn) compete in Heineken Thirst 2005. Groovy! Wonder if he won...

Bro came back with a big GNC tub of body-building protein whey. You go, bro!

I,Geek

Attended a CISCO Systems-organized 2 day conference on network security. T'was a mildly harrowing experience, struggling to breathe in the geeky world of engineer tech-talk.



I've never confessed to being a tech-inclined person, but at least some of my networking knowledge did resurface to help me make sense of concepts like intrusion detection and OOB or acronyms like 802.11g, WEP, WPA, EAP etc.



Amusing quip by one American speaker: when matters arise out of layers 8 & 9, it becomes a whole lot more complex... that is to say, political or leadership.

At 1 point, I was so lost, I wondered if the speaker was speaking at 1000wpm - he being CISCO's marketing director - and whether bespectacled S'poreans clad in polo tees/jeans around me actually understood him.

Well, all in a day's work, as Ed plods along in his pseudo-IT career.

The Freshmaker

What Defines Me

Had a sobering conversation today with an army pal - about the meaningfulness of life on earth. He asked, if we have Jesus in us (us both being Christians) and yet we question the purpose of our lives, what about others?

Yes, the monotony of work-life has finally gotten to me. I did read an HBS interesting article which posed a simple question "What was the best day at work you've had in the past three months?". But as a colleague pointed out, it's hardly encouraging.

So, I ask, what defines me? Definitely not material possessions nor social status, though I can't deny that I am very much aware of the lack of these things in my life. Neither should be defined by my job scope, yet I am very much affected by it.

I don't think I can articulate who I am, though I do know myself.

Anyway... just rambling on a sleeping Friday night.

Better Together

Jack Johnson

There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
And no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
And our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together

It’s always better when we’re together
We’ll look at the stars when we’re together
It’s always better when we’re together
It’s always better when we’re together

And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see
That they’ll be gone too, too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene
I’d be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be we’ll sit beneath the mango tree now

It’s always better when we’re together
We’re somewhere in between together
Well it’s always better when we’re together
It’s always better when we’re together

I believe in memories they look so pretty when I sleep
And when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We’re better together

Live Life

Fast Company: How to Work Extremely Well

Ed's Mom Thot Scones Are Lousy Cookies

Yes I know, this blog has been found wanting. Haven't had any inspiration to blog, so no blog.

Final Salsa class next week - life will be meaningless then.

Bro's birthday was last sunday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIDDO!



Singapore Intl Film Fest opens tomorrow. Went for a couple of fringe films at Goethe Institut, pretty interesting and surprisingly not that crowded. Great food @ OA Bakery along Kiliney road, possible new hangout :)

Checking out the discussion board, I realized how whiny S'poreans can be (and choosing awful nicks like 'sexyboy'). More significantly, the underlying thread of the arts in S'pore appears in various discussions, from poor ticket sales to poor administration to GV pulling out. But that said, there are people like me who are into film and would support the festival - should be going for at least 3 films with friends. There is an allure in the underground/non-mainstream and screening movies in rickety theaters (just an expectation).

Another Saturday Out

Watched some fringe films at Goethe Institut - Obras was interesting with its ITMFL-like feel, Fabulous Creatures was too abstract for most of us. Technical glitches were mildly annoying.

Popped over to a flea market at a warehouse opposite Miramar Hotel with cellgroup friends. Surprisingly darn crowded with a curiously bohemian mish-mash of subcultures. And free coke - the drink of coz! Had a kebab burger, realized the vendor's from far east plaza. Here's a tip if you wanna sell your junk, be more decisive when quoting prices, if not, you and your pals appear like you're conspiring against your customers.

Cellgroup was refreshing - have to renew my love for the word of God.



Met MINDEF orientation friends for dinner. Went to Le Petit Breton @ thomson - today's special was rabbit but wasn't our crepe of preference. Lovely place though and quite affordable. Had tea at Brown Box @ serangoon gardens. Talking about men and the lack thereof gave my friend a headache - haha!

Leave Me Alone

Watched The Station Agent.

"Finbar McBride (Peter Dinklage) is a man trying to live life on his own terms. Looking only to be left alone, he takes up residence in an rural town's old train depot. But much like the station agents that occupied small town depots before him, he finds himself reluctantly becoming enmeshed in the lives of his neighbors, especially Olivia (Patricia Clarkson), a forty-year-old artist struggling with the break up of her marriage, and Joe (Bobby Cannavale) a thirty-year-old with a talent for cooking and an insatiable hunger for conversation - whether anyone wants to talk to him or not.

The STATION AGENT is about three people with nothing in common, except their shared solitude, until chance circumstances bring their lives together. Before long, from this forgotten depot, this mismatched threesome forges an unlikely bond, which ultimately reveals that even isolation is better shared."

The World We Live In

Clicking through the NY Times online and reading about Terri Schiavo's life story, graphics of Iraq war casaulties of 18 to 25yo's, the Pope's finally going, DaimlerChrysler's troubles with the Smart, Sin City the latest Hollywood offering in the ultimate bloody gore, American consumers being faced with too much choice...

It's overwhelming - the unceasing barrage of global events and a dizzying swathe of worldly concerns.

I should stick to the Straits Times.

Kena Lovebyte... Kekeke!

I confess: Getting home a little early today, I flicked on the comp and logged on to... lovebyte.org.sg

Alright, you can stop sniggering now.

Really, please stop.

What was I thinking?? Definitely not hot babelicious chicks.

Because they're probably too ditsy to remember their userid and password.

Yeah yeah, sour grapes.

Honestly, I opened the lovebyte mailer that informed me of my new password.

Yes, the recent brouhaha over SDU's major security lapse didn't deter me either.

So singlehood's finally gotten to Ed, you say.

Updating my personal profile was ok. Then came the next step, filling in my personal ad.

Oh wait! Had better check out the market first. Don't want to be in the wrong league, you know.

Having to specify a search criteria to scan for real people definitely felt odd. First was race - eh, do I want to go out *OOPS* I mean, expand my social circle by making friends with a non-chinese?

This was followed by sex (gender, mind you!), age, height, body type (they left out babelicious) and interests (they also left out income).

What? All this just to choose my ideal, erm, friend?

Never mind, scan the results first... Wah, got pictures.

Seeing those that are easier on the eye, the cynic in me thought, must be fake pictures "borrowed" from friends. That or she's majorly Photoshopped.

Results for gals churned out about 10 on average for each random permutation of search criteria.

Wonder what kind of gal would put up a personal ad.

Let's see, if I had to, which 1 would I date?

*scroll scroll click click*

Next.

Let's check out the competition now.

Really, that's all I intended.

200+ results.

Alamak, this one geeky, this one nerdy, so many engineer-looking guys, this one must be friend's pic, this one's better off putting a fake pic...

Flashback of JC form teacher.

So, if I were to put up a personal, what would I say?

More importantly, why do I need to???

I simply refuse to reduce me to a 2-dimensional picture followed by a 500 character description.

I'll just stick to Salsa class for now :)

Saucy Salsa

Completed 3rd lesson of Salsa.

去死吧﹐天行者﹗

On TV now, Star Wars Episode 6. Literal Chinese translation of scene where emperor zaps Skywalker.

Society & Me

How do you feel about PM Lee's recent speeches about the elite and the civil service in Singapore?

Living in a HDB flat and seeing my family struggle with monthly expenses, I can't help but feel my place in society is far removed from the "power, influence and wealth" of the elite. When people realize I was from ACS(I), I sometimes qualify that "I'm neither rich nor snobbish."

Having achieved financial independence for more than half a year didn't do that much for me. Sometimes I worry about bills, other times I loosen up and indulge some, but money is constantly on my mind. A lesson for me has been to learn to love through giving and it has certainly put things in perspective.

But enough about me, through my brief work experience thus far, I've come to realize the importance of both leadership and followship. During a recent OBS retreat, placing outspoken individuals into groups with novel problems to solve saw much vigorous talk, fiery sparks and rolling of eyeballs. Kinda like Survivor.

Interestingly it seemed that groups were those that didn't have too many leaders - capable, informal or just wannabe. Perhaps this can scale to apply to our sunny island as well - one political party is just fine, we don't need congressmen bickering over prolonged periods.

Amongst my friends, there's quite a significant number of civil servants - and not only teachers, mind you. Looking at them - and myself - I wonder who will turn out to be successful and who won't. Oh, don't give me that popular interview question about what success means to you. Let's just be money-minded for now.

As I've come to realize, there's absolutely nothing wrong with being in the civil service. In fact, it's great for family-oriented people. But for able and eager fresh grads? Go figure.

PM Lee seemed to prefer AOs who execute and don't question policies, but he did add that good civil servants are able to maintain a broad helicopter view of matters. This is a real and worthy challenge indeed and of a daily sort, though I wonder how many AOs will actually succeed in meeting it.

Accidental Food Tour

Guess what I did on the Eve of Good Friday? After an evening swim at SAFRA Mount Faber, I zipped over to town...



8pm @ Pervis St Had dinner with chummy army pals with whom I'd shared blood/sweat/grime/mud for 2 solid years... I digress.

Ate Hainanese food ("tze char") though not sure what exactly that is. One dish was Hainanese pork chop - freshly deep-fried pork cutlet in tomato-based sauce with peas, onions and potato chunks.

Yummy! *imitate Homer Simpson* Mmmm... Fried food...

Topic of the moment: Another army pal's getting married but not any of us there.



9pm @ TCC, Bugis Still with chummy army pals. Had German blend while pals had latte, cooler & macadamia nut blend - decaf, so no kick.

Hilarious moment: 4 grown men couldn't decide whether to go for 15% off with OCBC card or enjoy free desert with DBS card.

Common theme of the evening: Living, working, driving, getting married and raising a family in Singapore's bloody expensive. No wonder we hate the Gahmen.



After 12MN @ Mustafa, Little India G & I decided to check out late night shopping. Got out of car at Serangoon to hear "EH MACARENA!" blasting out of cheap Indian restaurant cum pub with sleazy red lights. FYI lotsa cheap deals at Mustafa's.

Absolutely fabulous if you love Indian food, groceries and all.

*cue Ab-Fab opening song* know what I mean, darling?

Curious moment: 2 S'poreans gawking at cheap everyday buys. Alright, at least I was gawking k??

Awe moment: Went into chocolate shock at chocolate aisle, esp. G who couldn't decide between Swiss premium dark and Lindt premium dark. Solution? The more the merrier.

Hilarious moment: G's over-zealous Stepmaster 3000 workout left her crying as she attempted to scale all of 2 flights of steps to get up 1 storey.

Ate at nearest cheap North Indian restaurant since G's quite immobile - freshly made Garlic & butter naan, tandoori chicken, dahl curry & muttom kima.

Sinfully cholesterol-filled and terrible satisfying.

Ed's Self-Discovery: I'm a closet-tandoor lover of all things Indian.



2pm @ Golden Mile Complex, Little Thailand Had Thai food to jointly celebrate mom and bro's birthday! Finally the brat's going to NS this year...

On the table: ultra-hot Tom Yam seafood soup (a tad oily), mango salad, green curry with chicken, pandan chicken (simply lovely) and pineapple rice. Left me sweating and sniffling... SHIOK!

Golden Mile's a sleazy little place with Thai discos and karaoke pubs. Cheap buys at "one and only Thai supermarket" and Thai-oriented departmental store. Oddly, shirts were drab and tight-fitting. Love Thai pop - haha!

Disappointed moment: No more stomach room for Ah-Balling at Beach Rd market.

Disclaimer: These aren't the actual pics of the foods I had but they look just as good :)

Give & Take

Glory of Love
Bette Midler

You gotta give a little,
Take a little,
and let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of,
that's the glory of love!

You gotta laugh a little,
Cry a little,
until the clouds roll by a little.
That's the story of,
that's the glory of love!

As long as there's the two of us,
We've got the world and all its charms!
And when the world is through with us,
We've got each other's arms!

You gotta win a little,
Lose a little,
yes and always have the blues a little!
That's the story of,
that's the glory of love!

Curious Moment

Chatting on MSN with my manager who's only beginning to get the hang of MSN messenger:

"I'm feeling a bonding taking place with this new tool, even as I type ..."