31 May 2017

寂寞的牙刷


早上起来洗刷时看到牙刷孤零零的,立刻决定那是今天的照片。

所以用手机拍了这个月自己给自己的挑战的最后一张照片。

一天一张用手机拍的照片,只能一张。

用照片记录每天发生的一件事或一个思维,照片日记那样的东西。

拍了照后那牙膏和牙刷的对话就那么的浮现在我脑里,所以我也知道这个月的最后一篇文章该写些什么了…



牙膏:“早哦蓝牙刷!

牙刷:“嗯… 早,黑人牙膏。

牙膏:“怎么啦?这么无精打采的?

牙刷:“很… 没劲咯。 你没发现其它的牙刷不见了吗?

牙膏:“哦?是啊?还以为他们只是在杯的另一边。

牙刷:“不是啦,他们都不在,跟他们的主人们出游去了。

牙膏:“你怎么没跟去啊?

牙刷:“我的主人要工作咯,显到…

牙膏:“自己独占整个杯不是很好吗?难得清静。

牙刷:“清静是好,但太清静了点。你知道啦,我整天都粘着那红牙刷的嘛,现在… 若有所失,不完整的感觉。

牙膏:“嗯,可以明白的。

牙刷:“唉… 孤单寂寞。

牙膏:“不要这样,来,我给你抱一个!

牙刷:“谢谢你的好意,但我只想要红牙刷的抱抱咯。

牙膏:“哦… 不用谢,朋友一场嘛,需要时就跟我讲啦!

牙刷:“嗯,谢啦。现在我只想静静…



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28 May 2017

天马行空:无饿灵


如果可以,以后退休了,开间叫“520”的餐厅来过过日子,免得太闲了会有老人痴呆症,或很早就归西。

餐厅分为两个不同的房,由客人怎么理解餐厅的名来把他们分配到所属的房。

那些罗曼蒂克爆棚和汉语拼音不及格能把「五二零」译为「我爱你」的情侣就安顿在整个房都有甜甜蜜蜜装饰,用烛光照亮有点浪漫的暗,供两人饮食的桌,和有很多私隐的小间隔。

这「我爱你」的房纯粹抱着客人是愿者上钩的心态,可以为了罗曼蒂克和浪漫不惜代价和扭曲了华语。

那些汉语拼音及格,思维清晰不会把「五二零」译为「我爱你」的客人就安顿在灯光明亮,舒适、高贵、清新,有品味装饰的房里。

这是「无饿灵」的房,餐厅的目的就是要确保这房里的客人都吃得饱饱的。

「我爱你」房的食物菜单里都是甜甜蜜蜜、情情爱爱的名字;「无饿灵」房的食物菜单里就是正常明确的名啦。

虽然食物菜单里的名不同,但当然两间房的食物饮料都是一样的啦!就好像什么情人节特餐、圣诞节特餐那样的原理咯,都是一样的。

当然食物都是新鲜、好吃、高素质、呈现得美美的。

只是「无饿灵」房里的就是正常的装饰,特大的分量,和正常的价格。

而「我爱你」房的食物要装饰成心形,有多浪漫可爱就多浪漫可爱,普通分量,比较贵的价格。

是这样的啦,特别装饰、特别的房,和屠杀华语是有代价的。

当然,如果聪明到可以理解“520”其实是餐厅老板的代号「吴恶灵」的话,给你打折!

算进「我爱你」房客人的帐罢了嘛,嘿嘿! =P



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27 May 2017

就是要这样


这几个星期都睡得不好,总会三更半夜醒来,很难再入睡,所以很累。

今天,又是七早八早醒过来。真是的,根本都还是很累的,干嘛要醒啦?

是周末嘞,以示尊重,我继续赖床到十一点多才起来,之间有昏睡回。

很好,我为自己感到骄傲,很有成就感,呵呵!


起身了开手机,看看昨晚到今早间即时通讯有什么讯息。

通常都是我没兴趣的话题可以直接删掉的啦,但今早有有关工作的东西哦。

我是不用手机讨论工作的,我的手机是给私事而已的,所以那些纯粹是同事的我是不给手机号码的。

所以有事的同事找不到我找老板,老板(也不是朋友)也找不到我唯有通过有我号码的同事朋友传话,说越南工厂又有问题,要我去“救火”。

喂,周末一早起来(好啦好啦,不是很早啦…)就看到这样的消息,很显咯!


通常命贱的我起床后是会开工作的电脑查查电邮的,但今天看了手机的讯息我偏不要。

就是不爽咯!

周末是我私人的时间,是我休息睡觉充电的时间,干嘛要我工作?

叫那些没做好自己工作本分的同事去解决他们制造出来的问题啦,真是的。

给我三倍的加时工薪我就做咯,我凭什么要这么为公司卖命?

给了我这么差的调薪还要我为公司拼啊?


所以今天我没有命贱的开工作电脑查电邮,又是一样为自己感到骄傲的事,呵呵!

今天我打算载家人去逛街,学校假期了嘛,情人老婆仔要买书和要我帮她买炸鸡的薯粉还是什么的。

有时间的话就看《奔跑吧》和玩电脑游戏。

总之就是不去理睬那工作要求就是了啦。

这是原则,我就是要这样。



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23 May 2017

Easy colleagues, difficult colleagues


Colleagues come in all sizes and shapes, aptitudes and attitudes.

With the myriad of personalities each having their own ideology, it's inevitable to encounter colleagues who are easy to work with, and those who are less so.

I am the kind who prefers to work independently, with minimal interaction or reliance on others. It's a lot easier to control the quality of work this way.

Unfortunately life is never easy and cherry, and I am not omnipotent almighty. In fact, very far from it...

So while I have many nice, friendly, helpful colleagues, I also have my fair share of the less savory ones. Sometimes a same colleague fit both ends of the scale, depending on the mood, issue, caffeine level, time of the day, bullheadedness, what's at stake, personal agenda, et cetera, at that particular moment, for both parties.

Generally I have a decent size tolerance, and lucky enough not to encounter many colleagues who I simply cannot work with. But there are shitty days when my patience got worn thin and my mood so befouled that I have to walk away from colleagues who I normally can endure.

Days like that I just cannot stand the self-centred, the incompetent, the know-it-all, the holier-than-thou, the ones who think the world revolves around them, the ignorant, the foolish, the smart-arsed, the presumptuous, the lazy bugger, the rumourmonger, the ones who put words in my mouth, the ones who take me for granted, and all the unpleasant and nastiness that I have otherwise missed.

Bollocks to them all!

I guess I am real difficult to work with then. Figures.


This entry was written on 21st of December 2016, but withheld from posting until now.


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21 May 2017

Strange world


Somehow, 20th of May has become a special day of celebration, especially for the Chinese population.

One that I think is just ridiculous.

Like, seriously.

Some hopeless or desperate romantic (not sure which), either with overstretching association or very bad command of Mandarin pronunciation (also not sure which), came up with the instant messaging slang 520 that is supposed to mean "I love you", because 520 is supposed to sound like the pronunciation of I love you in Mandarin.

Which they are not.

In Mandarin, the pronunciation for five is "woo", two is "err", and zero is the 'ling' in sling (silent s), while I love you in Mandarin is 'war' (with silent r) "eye" "knee".

Woo err 'ling' versus 'war' eye knee. Seriously, what the...

Oh well, people believe whatever they want to.

To me, it's just ridiculous.



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18 May 2017

心的频道:日行一善


先说清楚,我不是坏人,因为我不坏,只是邪恶而已。

做好人太累了,所以我选择邪恶,免得别人总是期望我对他们好,然后失望。

我只要选择性的对人好,保留时刻、对象、事件上的选择。

其他时候,就当我是邪恶的吧!


今天(嗯,写完上载已是昨天了)在厕所里发现一个很饱满的钱包。

不是掉在地上,而是刻意放在上大号时给放笔记本电脑的地方,所以应该是忘了拿。

既然是在办公室的厕所,所以逻辑推理是同事的钱包。

第一个想法是当作没看到,等物主发现丢失了才自己来拿。

马上就取消那念头,因为不是每个人都会路不拾遗,很可能下一位用厕所的人会起贪念偷去。

第二个想法是拿去给保安部或接待台,让他们去处理。

但想想那样做反而会让失主麻烦,需要找到对的保安部或接待台。

也不知道保安人员或前台小姐有多可靠咯…

所以我放下反交际反社会的抗拒,根据钱包里身份证的名字,在公司电邮通讯录里查了失主的联络,送了个即时通讯给他。

原本是想好人做到底,把钱包送到他的所在处的,但他说要来跟我领回,所以我告诉他我办公室的所在。

不久就来位跟身份证照片很像的年轻友族,他很感谢的握了我的手,说了几次谢谢。

我只是有点尴尬的笑笑叫他检查钱包里是不是一切都没缺。


就这样咯,我今天做的一件善事。

邪恶的好人、有角的天使,我就是这样。



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14 May 2017

为校争光


两个瓜星期四到星期六在高渊参加射箭比赛。

因为要工作,所以我星期六才能去支持。

小瓜星期四的比赛中表现不如人,被淘汰了,星期五开始他也纯粹是去为哥哥打气。

星期六我们一家人出发时倾盆大雨,槟岛好几处淹水,一路塞车。

原本要在小贩中心坐下来吃午餐的,但时间不足只好打包快餐车上吃。

大瓜在星期五的个人赛里得了第四名,意外的竟然还有奖。

星期六是男女混双团队赛,大瓜是学校男性代表里最高分的,所以和最高分的同校女代表组成一队。

老实说我是对他们没有什么期望的啦,以为第一或第二轮就会输了,很早就可以回家。

但他们一路过关斩将,进入决赛。

决赛他们和对手的分数非常靠近,就是差一两分那种,可惜他们是少一两分的那队,所以只能拿第二名。

我看他们射得还不是很一致,箭还不能集中同一处,所以拿第二我觉得非常的好了咯。

我对射箭略懂啦,可以知道谁是较好的射箭手。

大瓜得了两个奖,为校争光哦!

做爸爸的,我觉得光荣咯,呵呵。



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13 May 2017

If only...


If only those colleagues could just admit they made a mistake changing something they shouldn't have changed, apologised for the mess they have caused, and undid their change and reverted to the original.

If only those colleagues could stop grasping at anything to save face, leading to even more ridiculous  requirements, and just come clean and own up their mistake.

If only that other sensible and experienced colleague hasn't changed role, pretty sure he would have sided with me and put an end to all that ridiculous requirements.

If only I had more influence and power, that colleagues would just listen and trust that I know my stuff, and stop wasting our time.

*Sigh...*



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10 May 2017

I had a dream


We have many dreams every night, but we usually do not remember them.

I woke up remembering one today, there is a saying that dreams reflect what we feel subconsciously, and I think there is probably some truth in that.

In the dream I was working, but not at my own site, rather I was at some other site that I wasn't familiar with. I just arrived and was looking for a traveller's cubicle to settle down.

I passed by a pantry, and my attention was instantly drawn to the dirty mugs left in the sink, filled to the brim. Somehow that annoyed me immensely, thinking why would people just left their dirty mugs in the sink, how would the other use the sink? Such irresponsible and inconsiderate behaviour.

And I started washing the mugs. What's supposed to be a quick thing somehow turned out to take forever, the number of dirty mugs never seemed to reduce. In a dream, somehow we just accept this as normal and so I kept washing the mugs.

Colleagues went by, none said anything about me washing the mugs, some even greeted, the quick hello, good morning, that sort of things. Everyone seemed to think what I was doing was perfectly normal, like that was my job.

And then the little monsters woke me up, I think that's in their to do list for every weekend or holiday when I can sleep in.

Anyway, I can instantly relate my dream to what's happening in my work: the usual cleaning up of the mess created by the other colleagues, usually from other sites, who don't have the grace to admit they have made mistake and created a mess, and just expect others to resolve it.

Janitorial service, as one colleague puts it, clean up the shit the others made. 



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07 May 2017

Photography, then and now


Since almost everyone is a photographer nowadays, I best put in a disclaimer: this is totally personal opinion and not in any way meant to offend anyone in particular. Read the blog readme for the type of people I encouraged not to read my blog.


When I was still actively pursuing photography as my hobby many, many years ago, the emphasis was in taking the photo.

You know, the composition, the perspective, the lighting consideration, the depth of field, the right aperture and shutter speed selection, the foreground interest, the lead in, checking to make sure no unwanted elements that could spoil the photo, that sort of things.

Ultimately, the aim is to capture faithfully what is actually there, either a beautiful scene, or some normal object that we have the vision to turn into a nice photograph.

The skill used to be in knowing how to handle the different lighting, motion, and whatever else actual conditions at that moment. The sense of achievement comes from that one photograph that captured the image as we seen it in real life, so that we can share that beautiful scene, or that vision that we successfully realised.

Probably worth mentioning that when I was still active in photography, it's still the film era. At that time, the top of the end digital SLR that normal people couldn't afford even if we sold our kidney, had 10 Megapixels, and normal point and shoot digital camera had 3 Megapixels.


Fast forward to nowadays, as I do not own a digital SLR, and had pretty much stopped doing 'serious' photography, my view is based on the images seen online.

What I noticed is that nowadays, taking a good photo is relatively easy, the camera does most of the thinking, correcting, and even 'enhancement' for you.

The emphasis is no longer in the taking process, since that part has largely been trivialised, but on the postprocessing of the image.

It's no longer about faithfully reproducing a scene, but about generating a vision through software postprocessing. It no longer matters much if the original real scene image was taken poorly, as long as one has the skill in the editing software.

The original photo serves just as a base for the editing, addition, and modification. The final image can look very different to the original photo, some so unrealistic that they can never naturally be seen in real life, but yet has become the norm that people accept as nice 'photograph'.

It's no longer about mastering light manipulation, but instead mastering image manipulation. I like to think there is a difference between a photographer and an image editor.



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04 May 2017

Random behaviour for May 2017


Three times I drank cold drink in April. Twice not by my own doing, and once nearing the end of the month that was by choice.

Warm drinks ordered for lunch that never turned up until most of us already done eating, then the waitress brought all cold drinks instead of the warm ones we ordered. We couldn't be bothered to wait another half an hour to get the replacement so we just took the cold drinks. Then there was a dinner at McDonald's (little monsters demanded it!) that I forgot to remind wifey about getting hot drink for me, so ended up drinking cold soft drink. Guess she didn't know about my resolution.

As for the one by my own choice, it was a lunch in the last weekend of April that I had to settle myself. It had been a stressful morning working on my thesis, so I decided I want to have comfort food, well, drink, and got myself a chilled Coke. Absolutely no regrets. 

So all in all, I consider myself successful in my April's impromptu resolution. feel good +1

It's probably worth mentioning that part of the reason for April's resolution is to see if no cold drink will stop my coughing, so I tracked my coughing as well. Well, I coughed every single day in April until the day I drank that chilled Coke, then the coughing stopped. I started drinking cold drinks again in May and I am not coughing, *touch wood*.

Go figure.


Anyway, for May 2017, started since 1st of May, my impromptu resolution is: to take a photo with my mobile phone every day.

Because I can.



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