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My uncle just got one. And boy, indeed it does. Especially if you don't position your feet properly.
- philosophy - Crazy things, dreams. Picture an incongruous half-rusted metal structure, extending below the ground like an open mine-pit scar. Ramps lead between the levels, with great maroon double doors in each wall. The windows are wired, and in the middle of it all sits an unfinished vessel. There is no suggestion of imprisonment, just a job to be done. The sky, as seen through the open ceiling to one side, is a striking rich blue, sometimes the pink of a newborn sunset. All is vivid. Or the one in which I observe an operation on my own forearm, painless as under general anesthesia. I never realised that I knew anything about anatomy, but then those bones are readily observable anyway. Not as creepy perhaps are the original novels I imagined reading; Recall is forever muddied, but the perusal itself is unmistakable. Stories read but once by a person in a dream... it seems so fantastic, but actually of just the same class as your basic flying fantasy. A free escape from nowhere, a gift of the absurd, guarantor of sanity. I have not become acquainted with Freud's famous Interpretation, nor ancient Greek oneiromancy, but it is an experience best left unknown. For if all mysteries are opened, what is me?
Saw my first traffic accident live a couple of days ago. The torrential rainfall in the late afternoons was a major factor, and it is on days like that, that one wonders why Singapore has a water crisis. I was patiently staring into the distance for SBS No. 198 to arrive, when there was an almighty bang. It was discernable enough from the incessant thunder that most of the commuters swivelled to look, and then came the fear for the involved; That was multiplied when we saw the motorcycle at the head of the pile-up, for as all know they fare the worst in any collision. Thankfully the rider appeared to be unscathed, probably since the taxi tailing him slammed on the brakes instantly after the motorcycle slipped. The second cab behind him suffered the most damage, with a crumpled bonnet and boot, but the container truck could have done more, I suppose. That put my life slightly more into perspective. Friday had me participating in a risk-taking experiment with a few of my friends, and which was basically a test of some very basic calculation of mathematical expectations. The final profit was actually most dependant on the initial dice roll to determine the simulation set one got, and I got a two. Let us see: Customer Group A buys from 0-40 units of a product, B from 10-30, and C from 15-25. All distributions are uniform (i.e. Group A is exactly as likely to buy 0 as to buy 40, or any other number). For my commission, it would be $5 if I "sold" anywhere from 27 to 36 units, and $10 if I sold 37 units or more. So clearly not choosing Group C was a no-brainer. For Group B, the chance of getting $5 commission would be 4/31, and for Group C the chance of $5 or more would be 14/41. As things went, I picked Group A and drew a slip of paper from the appropriate box to simulate my sales volume. "33". Thus my renumeration was $15 for roughly 15 mins' "work" (but in actuality something I might well have done for free on the Internet). A job paying that well would bring a $10K monthy salary for a 5 day work week with 8-hour days! Very briefly considered getting my "twin" to join in the fun :P
Caught enough of it to be sufficiently sick not to function properly, but still well enough to feel guilty about not working. Especially dislike the way it feels when I suddenly shift my head level, and the blood rushes to catch up.
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Half Black Almost four months after participating in the Standard Chartered Half-Marathon, my left big toe's midway through its regeneration. Strange thing was that the black nail didn't come during the 21km, most of which I confess I walk-jogged. It was from stepping off a kerb carelessly. Ouch! Well, since a healthy toenail is supposed to take a year to grow out completely, I guess I'm ahead of the curve on this one. They do grow more quickly in warmer climates, I hear. In fact, the blood clotting under the surface doesn't hurt any, just that it's tricky to snip off. Thankfully I didn't have to resort to poking a red-hot needle through the nail to let the blood out. Another of my friends lost a nail completely after playing soccer, but it looks normal to any cursory glance. For me, I prefer to keep them, though some long distance runners actively remove them to save them future trouble. Am considering to bring some past-year exams to do half an hour before a test really starts. I've had enough of getting multiple solutions hit me in the head at the bus-stop, too late to do any good. A difference of an hour wouldn't ever be a consideration in most jobs, but it counts for everything in university. Not to say I haven't benefited from arbritary time limitations in the past - live by the pen, die by the pen. The closeness of scores in some modules had me resorting to mark-grubbing, but at least I had some justification. I got no credit on a Java algorithms laboratory because the grading program checked for array size (not strictly imposed), and I had declared mine one larger than minimal. Ended up emailing a short essay to the lecturer giving almost a dozen points explaining why I should have gotten the marks, and surprise! He did reimburse me :P Even got a remark that "I write well" in class, which really made my day. It's the little kindnesses that matter most, after all.
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