Thoughts from a Techie

5h ngủ, mặc nguyên cây đen đã cùng mình chiến suốt 12 tiếng qua. 9h dậy. Ăn sáng với người anh em đã không quản đường xa đến chơi, đến uống và đến ngủ với mình (cảm ơn ông nhiều nhé, không biết khi nào sẽ là lần tiếp theo đây...) Bật con lenovo lên, scroll qua timeline, tình hình là chưa ai dậy viết mấy post sến về 2/9 =)) Phân vân không biết có nên viết 1 cái không, càng ngày càng tốn nhiều thời gian produce. Nhưng mà không viết thì... không khi nào viết được nữa; bản năng shortcut trỗi dậy, ctrl+t, b, enter, new post =)) Theo đúng tinh thần Rewind - Ngược dòng thời gian, đề post này giống hệt post năm ngoái . Style tl;dr cũng giống hệt. Nhưng những gì đã xảy ra thì không. Được làm president nên không còn được làm kịch, không còn đứng booth, không còn đứng bus. Vẫn uống, vẫn ngáo, vẫn nói nhảm và ôm nhiều người, nhưng cảm giác thì khác hẳn. 3 tháng chiến đấu cho 1 buổi tối, có quá nhiều thứ để nói với quá nhiều người. Cảm ơn cũng nhiều mà xin lỗi có khi còn nhiều hơn. Trước ...

T+11 days since camp. T+10 days since fried chicken. T+9 days since FOC is not over. T+8 days since FOC is not over part 2. T+6 days since FOC is never over. And T+7 hrs since I officially close the account. Is it finally... over? It's been quite some time since camp ended (for most of us), people are more or less settled into their daily routines; for me personally it's a year of huge responsibilities, and the pressure's already piled up (haiz venues). Find it easy to start penning down my thoughts, my thank you's and sorry's, but extremely difficult to finish them. Yes I have been writing this for the past 5-6 days. But the past 8 months have been something really special, and I cannot not write a tribute to all the wonderful things that happened during the past 8 months. After all, as a man of very few (and generally incoherent) spoken words, all the stuff I'd been saying to everyone is never enough. -- When I was still loving the black-white c...

I posted this photo on my instagram a few days ago. Cheesy captions aside, I was pretty excited. For this was my first attempt at finishing a marathon. So how did it go? Terrible I would say. So terrible that even 4 and a half days later I have yet to fully recover from the madness that is Sundown Marathon 2015. This is an honest race review. Before race I got myself a target of finishing in under 5 hrs. Preferably anything from 4:30 to 4:45. So I started out running a tad faster than the 4:30 pacers, knowing that my speed would degenerate over time. That plan worked out extremely well for the first 24km. In fact, counting the first 21 alone, I did the best 21 of my life at 2:14, 15 mins better that half a year ago at SCMS. And that's considering I stopped at all hydration and supply stations along the route, compared to last time when I was more reserved when it came to race supplies. So far, extremely chill and rather full of confidence. But that's only until I ...

Probably the shortest post I'll ever do on this blog. 5 things to look forward to after 5/5. 1. Reconfigure my laptop, phone and tablet. Fresh installs are always awesome. 2. Free my bike. Currently locked to a random bicycle lot under 18C with a busted lock. Process likely to be documented. #DIY 3. Presidential duties. Oh God. 4. Massive spring cleaning. Redundant = gone. 5. 28/5 = Home. Can't wait to be back. All the best for the remaining papers everyone.

I wrote about my experience doing transport management for Chingay on Valentine's Day ( read ). That was the preview show for primary and secondary schoolkids to watch. Yesterday was the first day of the main show. And it's turning out to be one of my more interesting volunteering experience.  Yesterday was 10x more taxing on the mind compared to Vday. Work started one hour later because the parade started one hour later than the preview show. The same 4 hrs of nua-ing. The same edible food. Most importantly, more performers sharing the same bus queue. And I did not get to stand with the bus bay folks as with the preview show (which was a much lighter job); my position was smacked right in the middle of the impatient crowd of "900 beautiful ladies". (our running joke on the performers, as this was what written on the Chingay programme brochure) Yet however tiring it might be, there were always people trying their best to give me a good day. Just want to sin...

This is the story of a strange Valentine's Day. 1400 Needed to rush from NTU to get to Chingay. 179 out, first stop outside NTU. Normally it's extremely easy to wave for a cab (it's right after a PIE exit), but for strange reasons, 15 mins out and not a single available one. So I moved to a nice spot to call one instead, waited another 10 mins , got into my cab... Only to find out the uncle did not know where the F1 Pit Building is. First time I raged a person in English. Of course it did not solve the problem. Most stressing issue was finding a way to guide him there. He did not know how to use the GPS unit that's standard to every cab. My trusty Google Maps could not help him. Digital's useless, so he went analog. Pulled out his buddy the street directory and asked me to help him find the place. R to Republic Blvd, map 133, grid 2A. Still slightly clueless... until I pointed out the Flyer nearby. Finally a place he knew how to get to. 10-15 mins of clue...

Tried Facebook's Year In Review function. Saw the obvious limitations of algorithms. Decided to write something of my own. For me, most of 2014's great moments came in December. Hands down my greatest personal achievement of the year (if not my whole entire life to this moment): finishing a half-M. Nothing beats the insane feeling when I crossed the finish line, especially given the equally insane circumstances - breakfast-less, sleep-deprived, and to a small extent, intoxicated (thanks to another great moment the day before. Too much greatness.) The logical progression is to have a shot at the M. Not too soon I guess, but at least I've already got a date to replicate the half-M. And of course this time the plan will include proper sleep and breakfast and zero alcohol. Shortly after comes IHG. First time playing real competitive football with a bunch of awesome folks who always score in the last 10 minutes. The comeback kings, or more formally known as Pioneer Hall...