Malaysia BOLEH!

First they came for the non-gov. newspaper, and I did not speak out--
because I was not a journalist;
Then they came for the established scholars, and I did not speak out--
because I was not a scholar;
Then they came for the renowned bloggers, and I did not speak out--
because I was not renowned;
Then they came for the average bloggers, and I did not speak out--
because I had quit blogging;
Then they came for the blog-commenters, and I did not speak out--
because I had quit commenting;
Then they invaded internet-users' privacy, and I did not speak out--
because I was not affected;
Then they came for me--
I had lost my ability(freedom) to speak
and there was no one left to speak out for me.


Lost? Follow these trails...
Walk With Us
RantingsbyMM
Kickdefella

P.S.: I do not claim any originality on this poem.
c.f. Martin Niemöller (1892–1984)

La Vie En Rose - Edith Piaf

Lyrics by Edith Piaf
Music by Louiguy
enr. 9 octobre 1946

活着 :: Alive

Being alive is the solution to ALL problems.
***
人生,就是由一連串的問題所組成:
小時候,怎麼說話,怎麼走才不會跌倒是問題;
小學時,怎麼把書讀好並考上好的中學是問題;
中學時,怎麼把書讀好並考上好的大學還是問題,偶爾還會有戀愛的問題;
大學時,還是同樣的問題,可能還多了分不分手或'還是單身,怎麼辦?'的問題;
畢業後,找工作是問題,經濟獨立是問題;
找到工作後,公司里的人際關係是問題,升職是問題,換不換工作是問題,成家立室是問題;
結婚後,要不要有外遇是問題,另一半不忠是問題,養育小孩更是問題;
孩子到了升學年齡,經濟是大問題,時間的分配是問題,怎麼維持一段婚姻是問題;
孩子大了,從新適應只有夫婦倆的生活是問題,怎麼要孩子偶爾回家來坐坐是問題;
老年時,牙齒沒了可是還想吃美食是問題....
可是,這些問題,只有活着,才能找到解決方法;只有活着,才能好好的享受人生.
活着,不是問題的開始,而是問題的解决方法.
***
工程系待太久了...

Nerd

I finally decided that its time to backup everything I have on my computer and external hard drive. Its been 2 years since I last backed up my work. If you know me well, you would know that I am an organize-maniac. There's no 'orphan' file in my computer. Every file belongs to one folder and every folder belongs to one bigger category. When I am backing things up, I want to preserve the way I save my files. Since I have a DVD burner now, I decided that I should backup with DVDs, because it could hold more information and I don't have to break any folder into two separate disc.

I have A LOT of folders with various sizes that I need to back up. For folders smaller than 4GB, I was trying to fit several folders into one DVD. I used the software that came with my computer and choose folders by random to burn on one DVD. I kept getting the message "Exceed the limit on DVD" from the software I was using. I began to lose my patience, I was getting frustrated.

Then, it came very naturally to me: "Why don't I write an optimization program using simplex algorithm that would tell me which folders should go together into one DVD with the objective of minimizing the number of DVDs I need?" And subconciously, I already created the whole simplex table in my mind, with all constraints and numbers needed and I was beginning to make secondary plans: I could add more constraints, re-run the program and see which combination suits my 'taste' without increasing the number of DVDs I need. How could I assess the efficiency? Maybe I should try to add more constraints until the program fails, just to check the robustness of my program.

This train of thoughts happened very very fast, like a spark. Then I realized something was not very 'right'. I told myself, "STOP!! What were you thinking?" Something was indeed very WRONG here!

This is a life example of what academic can do to you. Though I didn't end up writing the program, the thought of doing it did count. But maybe I should do it, and maybe sell it to some burner software maker as an add-on to their software....day(night)-dreaming now....

Hank Williams Sr. - Why Don't You Love Me

Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.

Well, why don't you love me like you used to do
How come you treat me like a worn out shoe
My hairs still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why don't you love me like you used to do.

Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
In a long, long while
We don't get nearer or further or closer
Than a country mile;

Why don't you spark me like you used to do
And say sweet nothin's like you used to coo
I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through
So, why don't you love me like you used to do.

Well, why don't you be just like you used to be
How come you find so many faults with me
Somebody's changed so let me give you a clue
Why don't you love me like you used to do.

Ain't had no lovin' like a huggin' and a kissin'
In a long, long while
We don't get nearer or further or closer
Than a country mile;

Why don't you say the things you used to say
What makes you treat me like a piece of clay
My hairs still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why don't you love me like you used to do.