The weather couldn't be hotter than this heat. It's very very darn super duper hot. It's not okay, although i know i'm as hot as the weather, or hotter still. Haha. It's serious when i get awaken by the heat in midnight. I NEVER wake up in midnights.

Another life's turning point after 8 months of working life. It's not healthy to count, though i do love to count and work out the math at times. I am being seconded to an industrial partner for the next 3 months ahead, walking along the roads of Geylang everyday with hot sun spiking heat on my purified skin. I really felt like i was in R&D for the first time (after a 8-month hide at the research institute, where everything seems so ideal, in actual f. stu. ideology). A part of me felt like being stricken by lightning, i knew it would happen one day, didn't thought it would be this fast, but it did came, BUZZED me. Well, the reluctance was some "graceful" friends back in SIMTech and nothing else of the unsound waves and ridiculous storms. It's time to learn how to solve problems. No. It's time to solve problems, not discuss problems, create problems, research on problems, sit down and think of problems, like a silly sit-duck, who never saw what outside of the panes offer. No time to loose, man. Yea, and i will be good in it, i know it.

I somehow, felt the green light deep within. I, too can feel slight guidance for this path less trodden. I don't know. I can't see, but i can just FEEL it. Just forward would be good, no turning back is even greater. Oh yeah..no regrets. I'm gonna build my career path in this dark R&D route, play facebook and still, communicate with computer languages and machines.

I have attended a scientific writing workshop recently, preaching on how to write a proper publication. In any circumstances, i didn't quite like the French head. I personally felt he wasn't that good, but just good enough to bluff some bucks out of the Singaporeans kiasu mindsets. While, the other was a software training...again..some scientist bullz shooting the poor technical personnel with their so-called "your software not good enough for us" subversive concrete ascendance. When will only people start to communicate efficiently? Without any sort of discrimination, with substantial point of view, steadfast as ground rooted? I don't prefer improper communication and i don't like mandarin. Hell ya. Do you call yourself an engineer/scientist while you can't even propagate the universal language in the rightful accordance? Helluva bull. Okay, maybe i'm going a bit far here...personally feels, all bores down to the mind itself. It's a great organ, depends on how you use it.

I'm writing this longer coz i know you are enjoying this. muahaha. let's continue.

I went to Aquarama (fish fair), a book fair..and did window shopping on some musical ornaments. Wahhhh..seems all three events is relatively back to the good old secondary school days, where i had fishes, had time for my fave literatures and played a piano back then. Looking at the fighting fishes, brought me back to memories where we used to sell them at our school fair..and friends were friends back then, hell yeah. Sad to say, i'm having a hard time juggling reading as eyes just get pretty fatigue at the end of the day usually, and what more laziness surges like a waterpipe burst.. bleah..And as for piano..just remembered that i didn't had good money to support myself to further into it, so i was just lost in music somewhere, transmuted from a composer to a listener. My current passion are just being with good friends..and do one or two outdoors at times (can't afford too many of it anymore..old d..haha)..and have some good time dwelling in some thoughts. In short, just having a good time worth more than gold seriously. During the weekend, i discovered some new personalities, which..where..things are always ironic..aren't they. hatelove. lovehate. which comes first? hate? love? hahaha...

and i'll just write and write...

ah! not forgetting..managed to grasp a Shakespeare's full works for only $9.90 at the book fair!! It's a whooping bargain..comparatively, as i read damn slow (or might not finish ever) ..libraries won't love a borrower like me. Bah. Now i can read as slow as i want, get my wildest imaginations on the quirkiest old golden English. Words are my life. Beautiful words are even more inspirational. BUT, i'm still lazy to start on that fat book, Shakespeare on the cover staring at me like my great-grandfather wall masterpiece.

It feels good to write a lot. Write and write..like hell who cares what in the world is transcending along.. I like my time, i like the words. It just brings me forth, forge me a fortress when i feel fatigue. They never leave me, keeps imprinting and grinds me deep.

The night will never get lonely.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Is it the weather, or is it ME?

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