somewhere

Somewhere deep down inside, I have already made up my mind. If this is how it is going to turn out, then it is how it will be. Quoi qu’il puisse se passer, je l’assume.

advienne que pourra.

sounds of rain

I was sitting beside the window when it began to rain. 'ting ting ting'. I watched the rain drops landing resonantly on the aluminum sill. Other less fortunate droplets landed directly on the vertically edge and were sliced into two; they went without a sound. On the window sill was an orchestra of glass bottles balanced precariously; some were upright others were upside down. Droplets that landed on them gave out a different but clearer 'ding ding ding'. The collective chime was magically musical.

The rain then got heavier and the bad weather orchestra picked up its rhythms and intensity. There was no need to shift myself as I was safely seated clear of the direct and ricocheting water pellets. The symphony reached a climax when the small rapid trickling of water from overhanging edges quickly coalesce into a bigger drop before falling into the puddle below. They angrily worked up the base of the set with regular 'thud thud thud'.

As the rain drew closer its end, the peacefulness of the sounds were restored. I looked up at the sky and was disappointed not so see any rainbow. Before you question my musicians' acumen or marvel at my hidden musicality, I have to admit that this was not the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the rain. The first thing that popped up into my mind was...

... if I time the intervals of each 'ting' or 'ding' will I find a hidden Fibonacci series?

soldiers' dialog

If you had played Plants vs Zombies, maybe you will enjoy this dialogue I found on Dorkly.com: Plant vs Zombies vs. Awesome.

Peashooter :Ah, life. Fresh air, warm sunlight, and plenty of water, garden life is great.
Repeater: Bunker-up soldier, welcome to hell.
Peashooter: What are you talking about?
Repeater: You’ve just been planted into a battlefield.
Peashooter: A battlefield? But the sunflowers look like they’re having such a great time.
Repeater: Their smiles are just for show. They have it rough.
Sunflower: BLARGH!! Oh God make it stop!
Peashooter: Did he just vomit sunshine?
Sunflower: Please, someone cut off my stalk. Tear me up. Do anything, just don’t… oh no it’s coming again! BLARGH!!
Peashooter: Can’t someone help him?
Repeater: Would love to, but we need his sunshine.
Peashooter: For photosynthesis?
Repeater: You’d think so, but we actually use as currency to purchase biological weapons against the zombie onslaught. Oh great, here comes another rookie.
Wall-nut: Yeah! Frontline! Someone hand me my nut-shooter.
Peashooter: So we shoot seeds at the zombies?
Repeater: Yeah, well… not Wall-nut. He is more of a sacrificial plant.
Wall-nut: Sacrificial? Wait, come on guys. Hand me my weapon, this zombie is wicked close.
Repeater: Sorry buddy, take it like a champ!
Wall-nut: OH MY GOD! MY SHELL! I FEEL EVERYTHING!
Repeater: You’re doing great! Keep it up!
Wall-nut: I DON’T HAVE ARMS TO PROTECT MYSELF!
Sunflower: BLARGH!! Kill me now!
Peashooter: This place is awful.
Repeater: What did I tell you? And that’s not even the worst of it.
Peashooter: How could it get worse than this?
Repeater: Our weapon supplier has a mental disorder.
Crazy Dave: I’M CRAAAAAAAZY!
Peashooter: How can you tell?
Repeater: First of all, he’s using garden plants as weapons against the zombie apocalypse. But the pot-helmet is a dead giveaway. Plus, he’s always reaffirming that’s he’s crazy.
Peashooter: Why does he do that?
Crazy Dave: BECAUSE I’M CRAAAAAAAZY!
Repeater: Told ya.
Peashooter: So… we’re all going to die.
Repeater: Pretty much.
Crazy Dave: Hold up little saplings, eventually the zombies will give up and we will all have a massive dance party!
Repeater: …
Peashooter: Yeah, we’re f—ked.

Me: now that I am the commander in chief, we are going to swamp the 60 levels of zombies effortlessly.

60th

The 60th post this month!

Well, it's kind of a record.

kindness

I have been reading a lot lately (and I see a direct correlation between the frequency of blog posts and the amount of things I read). The latest book that graced my hands now is Liar's Poker. It provided an unflattering portrayal of Wall Street, the people working there and their perceived exclusivity and disrespect for anything non monetary. If what I read in this book and in the wall street forums are true, then won't getting the 'top job' become a constant struggle to withhold kindness. It sounded like closing a sale where you trade in your kindness for prestige and pledge allegiance to money. Is turning into a hard ass part of the job requirement? Maybe this is why I am half hoping to snatch the offer and half hoping to be rejected so that I do not have to make that decision for myself.

no matter how hard it is, i will still be kind. cos that is the only right thing to do.

competency test

That went well. Programming in Matlab is simply a piece of cake.

bring on the next round!

had enough

I had enough and I really mean it. I do not want the taste of vinegar to linger in my mouth, to keep eying the conveyor belt for salmon skins, to see sushi rice balls stacked up into x'mas trees and to drink diluted green tea refilled a hundred times. Especially, not after today.

no more Japanese food till after cny please.