Microsoft, Yahoo, Google, Youtube, Facebook

There have been alot of news about the social networking sites, Facebook recently, probably due to the fact that it has attracted offers to buy it for as high as 1.5 billions.

Facebook is a social networking site, that was started by Havard student. And the site is set to be even more popular in the next few years. It's the "in" thing now.

I realized a stark similarity in all these web/technology company, companies like microsoft, yahoo, google, youtube (now owned by google) and now facebook.

It seems that all of them are started by some american university teenagers while still studying in the campus. And their intial headquarters was probably their garage. And as their product/services become more and more popular, they struck it big, both in terms of money and the influence they had over people.

It is amazing how they manage to have such ideas in their head that later proved to be a hit. For example, youtube's idea of a video-sharing service was a big hit, as anyone anywhere on earth with internet access as upload their videos online and share it. The ease of usage, requiring a internet browser with flash plug-in and the relatively small file size has also made the experience a very pleasant one. News of the site was spreaded through online word of mouth and almost everyone you know starts logging on to the sites to find interesting videos, and share it with friends. Soon, Youtube was bought over by Google for US$1.65billion in Google shares.

Shit man, why don't such ideas pop up in my head?

les

chomp it!

Due to some last minute twist of events, my friends and I finally dragged ourselves down to chomp chomp for supper on Saturday night after like discussing what to do for the whole evening.

It was hilarious, all of us rushing to take the last bus to Serangoon Gardens.

We reached there around midnight, a few stalls have already closed, but majority of the stalls were still open, our gamble paid off.

After finishing the "not-so-great" hokkien mee and stingray ( we ordered from the wrong stall, the rest though was still as good, eg carrot cake, satay, chicken wing), we hanged around the seats outside cartel and some staffs from the wine shop beside it was giving us subtle signs when they switched off the lights and fans in the big canvas tent.

Suddenly someone suggested that why not we walk to serangoon (zhss/nyjc area), grab some drinks and find some windy spots. (Its stuffy under the tent) And so, we walked further into the private estates of terrace houses, with some luck and going towards the tall flats that we could see, we found some pedestrian tunnel under a vehicle flyover, from what it seems to be CTE.

At the end of the tunnel, guess where we were, ta-dah, Ang Mo Kio Ave 3. It's so damn near, only about a 15-20minutes walk and we walked damn real slowly. We totally deviate from our actual target, ahaha, and there are actualy two recee-trained nsfs in our midst.

Anyway, we went to someone's house to sleep for the night, after some cha-xiao-ing at the 7-11 at AMK Ave 3. By the way, we saw rats there, not one but three, rats scrambling around, jumping into rubbish finding . . . garbage.

When I finally woke up, it was already ten am, and it was raining heavily. Maroon 5's Sunday Morning suddenly started playing in my mind. One of my favourite songs . . .

Everyone finally woke up at noon and after two episodes of CSI, we finally dragged ourselves out for lunch.


Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning

" Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in "

Ah, Sunday mornings.

les

Sleep-Deprived

I found myself getting more and more grouchier, this is most evident when I wait for the transport to commute from home to camp and vice versa. Due to lack of sleep I often drag myself out to camp and often went out late. And with the excellent transport system we have, I often end up swearing under my breath as I wait rather impatiently for the bus/mrt. Our transport system is soooo good that I have to transfer 3 times to get to camp and if im unlucky(which usually I am) I will wait up to 10 minutes for each bus , a grand total of 30 minutes. 30 minutes spent waiting for buses/mrt . . .

Then I realize that after a long tiring day, when people talk to me, my temper will flare up for no reason.

And when I take bus 72 home from Yio Chu Kang MRT station, I would stand in the line, eyes half closed, in low energy state, stomach growling. To make it worse, I often see empty 72 buses going off towards the depot nearby as I wait in the queue. The queue gets longer, the wait gets longer and I see more empty 72 going to the depot and I get more dulan.

But why am I so sleep dreprived? I only got myself to blame. I went for midnight movie on Sunday morning, ton till 8am, slept for 4 hours then went out for lunch with the guys again. I was knocked out when I got home. Due to a tremendous lack of discipline, I would only sleep at 1am later. Then on Tuesday, I had to readjust myself for morning shift. I was practically knocked out on my duty on Wednesday.

Tomorrow will be Friday.

TGIF man.

les

外婆

今天是外婆生日 我换上复古西装
载着外婆开着拉风的古董车兜兜风
车里放着她的最爱 找回属于是她的时代
往大稻埕码头开去把所有和外公的往事静静回忆
外婆她脸上的涟漪 美丽但藏不住压抑
失去了爱情只盼望亲情 弥补回应
大人们以为出门之前桌上放六佰就算是孝敬
一天到晚拼了命 赚钱少了关怀有什么意义

外婆她的期待 慢慢变成无奈
大人们始终不明白 她要的是陪伴
而不是六佰块 比你給的还简单
外婆她的无奈 无法变成期待
只有爱才能够明白 走在淡水河畔
听着她的最爱 把温暖放回口袋

记得去年外婆的生日 表哥带我和外婆参加
她最最重视的颁奖典礼 结果却拿不到半个奖
不知该笑不笑 我对着镜头傻笑 只觉得自己可笑
我难过 却不是因为没得奖而难过
我失落 是因为看到外婆失落而失落
大人们根本不能体会表哥他的用心
好像随他们高兴就可以彻底的否定
否定 我的作品 决定在于心情
想坚持风格他们却觉得还欧颗 没惊喜没改变
我已经听了三年 我告诉外婆
我没输 不需要改变
表哥说不要觉得可惜 这只是一场游戏
只要外婆觉得好听 那才是一种鼓励
外婆露出了笑容说她以我为荣
浅浅的笑容 就让我感到比得奖它还要光荣



外婆？ 我的外婆已是个七十多岁的老太婆。她也有轻微的老人痴呆症。我从小就给我的外婆照护，不论是买菜或是日常用品，外婆都会带我到处跑。可是长大后，由于语言的问题（我的福建话蛮差的）和可能没有话题的关系，我们疏远了。现在每当我看到外婆时，我都会叫她一声“阿嬷”， 然后就会走去做我自己的事情。有时我也想和外婆多聊几句，可是就是太难沟通了，我的福建话半桶水，外婆不又不会说华语。

你和你的外婆或婆婆亲吗？


林均霖

Off

I was lucky to get an Off today.

能睡到自然醒的感觉真好.

Song.

But it rained the whole morning and it's still dark and gloomy during noon.

It always rains on my off days and not when I work.

Argh.

Cannot go out, trapped at home, another off day wasted.

Why does it always rain on me?



les

Jason Bourne

I just caught the three bourne movie, back to back yesterday. A few of my friends gathered at someone's house and caught the first two movie in the afternoon, before proceeding to cineleisure for the third flick.

All three movies was great in my opinion, with numerous fist fights, crazy car chase at busy streets, gun fights and clever tricks used by Bourne to outsmart the CIA. And his ability to speak numerous languages, French, German, Russian, English and his ability to think on his feet and makes plan on the go never fails to amaze me throughout.

All three shows often shows the CIA operatives in their HQ, viewing Bourne on the numerous CCTVs around the city. Using technology to dig out every single information about their targets, phone, immigration, taxes, housing, credit card bills etc. I wondered how much real privacy we now have, with all our virtual, physical trails seemingly easily trackable with a few clicks of the mouse.

The 3 bourne shows are highly recommended, they aren't just the normal hollywood actions flicks with over the top actions, explosions and mayhem throughout the shows. Watch how bourne uses both his brains and brawns to find out about his identity.

One bad point though is the shaky camera effect used when filming the action scenes, which makes the action somewhat unviewable.



les

It was Teachers' Day yesterday?

I had my duty on Thursday and it finally ended on Friday morning, left the camp a zombie. On the way home, I saw many school-going teenagers in their uniform, hanging around the mrt station. I wondered what's the ocassion today. Then suddenly realised Saturday would be Teachers' Day and Friday was probably a half-day for the students. Until that moment, Sept the 1st was RSAF Day as far as Im concerned. Haha. NS has indeed taken over my mind and soul.

There was a supposed class gathering at my secondary school with my former form teacher. I didnt went though. I heard from some of them that it was fun as they talked about the old times. One of the funny things I did in lower secondary was even brought up. Lol.

What was your secondary years about anyway? I guess the recurring theme in all of our secondary school years was about our classmates and friends and of course our teachers.

Quite a few teachers (especially my upper secondary English and Chinese teacher) from my secondary school years had left a deep impression on me. While some teachers often become the butt of our countless jokes. There are of course some, whom we curse and swear at. Even till today . . . haha.

Happy Teachers' Day.

les