The Goatherd And The Wild Goats

A Goatherd, driving his flock from their pasture at eventide, found some Wild Goats mingled among them, and shut them up together with his own for the night. The next day it snowed very hard, so that he could not take the herd to their usual feeding places, but was obliged to keep them in the fold.

He gave his own goats just sufficient food to keep them alive, but fed the strangers more abundantly in the hope of enticing them to stay with him and of making them his own. When the thaw set in, he led them all out to feed, and the Wild Goats scampered away as fast as they could to the mountains.

The Goatherd scolded them for their ingratitude in leaving him, when during the storm he had taken more care of them than of his own herd.

One of them, turning about, said to him: “That is the very reason why we are so cautious; for if you yesterday treated us better than the Goats you have had so long, it is plain also that if others came after us, you would in the same manner prefer them to ourselves.”

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Aesop’s tale about citizenship

We didn’t learn about this until last Summer because Singapore media, including blogs, are largely controlled by the government. Embarrassing stuff just isn’t reported.

I’m a Singaporean, I blog. Therefore, my blog must largely be controlled by the government.

Now, why the hell am I paying for my web hosting? The government should be paying for it, since they are controlling what I’m writing. Oh yes, and I’m being controlled to say that “Michael Arrington sucks!”

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Techcrunch says that my blog is being controlled by the Singapore government

I, for one am keeping my vote a secret. Privacy mah.

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Why vote against the PAP?

I mean, it is perfectly reasonable to expect a person to report to location A, board a vehicle to location B, retrieve certain equipment, return to location A, wait for something to happen, board vehicle to location B again to return the equipment, then board the vehicle back to location A again, and then leave for home from there. Isn’t it?

Engaging the mental faculty while inside reservist has its use, and is needed if the entire platoon just wants to finish everything, and then go back up to bunk to sleep. I, for one dread thinking whenever I go back. Because the first thing that comes to my mind is the utter grit and dirt of jungle activities. The sweat and dirt really gets to you if you allow it to creep in to your mind, because that’s almost all you really can think of when you’re spending hours outside in the field.

Gu-niang-ness aside, thinking about it just causes me to yearn for the clean and breezy bed at home (or even back in bunk). Keep it up for a few hours, and it is enough to drive a sane person crazy. So, to maintain a healthy mind, many of us switch off mentally while we’re out in the field.

The trouble comes when reservist ends, and I have to re-engage my gears for work. Hell, it’s real work that I’m being paid for, and my passion; but keeping the brain on brakes for one week would have really created a metaphorical hurdle for me to cross. And that hurdle is the inertia that’s keeping me from really getting up to speed. I expect to shake off the sluggish feeling soon with enough time, and dive back in to the flow of things back at work, but it’s really, really uncomfortable to be shifting gears like that.

Thankfully, reservist comes once a year; if it came more often than that, I’m going to have to change my handling strategies. Maybe bitch about reservist more on my blog.

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Adjusting back to work life

That’s because it’s time to wear green and stop thinking again

Ah… Wait, I’m in reservist, so why should I stop thinking? I can think about what food and games to bring in to play next week. Someone’s already bringing Saboteur, so what can I bring? Any suggestions?

My major agenda for this in-camp training is to pass my IPPT. Because I sure as hell don’t want to go for RT. Imagine dragging yourself down to one of the three RT centres located far away from civilisation, immediately after work? No thanks, that would really kill me.

To prepare, I’ve been doing 2.4km runs 3 times a week, although my timings are still too damn poor. I’ve also switched to a new running route, because I hope that a change in scenery will signify a new start? I don’t know. I did a manual measurement of the distance once (it’s a 3-lap of a 4 minute-a-lap route), which brings it up to approximately 2.4 km.

Erm. I hope.

Because my last timing was 12 min 56sec, and I really, really hope that I’ve been covering at least the full 2.4km. Short of running on a stadium track, there’s absolutely no way for me to know.

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Back to in-camp training… again!

At first, I committed to writing a new post every day, if not about my life in the army, or my working life, or my schooling life; but I’ve been writing less frequently. Furthermore, this blog isn’t generating money at all, and the amount of benefit it brings to world isn’t as much as I would have wanted to.

I’m considering the possibility of converting this into an online magazine for fellow student computer programmers. This effectively excises my reflections and posts of my life from the blog, but I would probably just bring those over to some other publishing platform that makes it easier to do those kind of posts.

What do you think?

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Close down blog?

I wake up in the afternoon, and face the monitor screen with absolutely no direction on how to get what I want done. Should I use a canvas for the slide-out menu? Should I use a grid instead? Both exhibit weird and undocumented behaviour which I don’t discover until I take the plunge, and start coding. And then only after I get the majority of that feature up working, I find a show-stopping behaviour, and I would need to tear everything down, and start over again.

If it’s just once or twice, or if I had all the time in the world, I would have simply treated this as a learning experience. But the high hopes placed within this project has caused me a lot of hand-wringing, and there is so much internal and external pressure that I’ve gone beyond thinking about it. It’s just mind-numbing paralysis as I search the Internet for non-existent documentation on WPF quirks.

The result being that I’m quite drained and disillusioned. I look at the plans I’ve drawn up, and being forced to reduce them more and more. These failures are getting quite trying for me, that I’m beginning to doubt my own ability to code. Seriously, I’m starting to think that the problem is with me.

I really, really need to get away from it all. I’m weary.

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Really, really tired

Prologue:
Of course, I realise that publishing this on my blog, where people who know me may read, and connect the dots, or potential employers may read and make judgements on is not a wise thing to do, but the lesson I’ve learnt is too invaluable for me to just shove into the back of my mind. All in, this current project I’m on has yielded me a lot of personal growth, and I sincerely believe that it will serve me well in life. Special thanks go to my project mentor and team mates for being so understanding.

That’s the good thing about being in school. You can make all the silly mistakes you want, and you’ll escape unscathed… mostly; it is a good place to be daring and learn all you can. This is the latest lesson I’ve learnt.

I’m just saying this, and only because this would most probably not reach the ears of the person I’m talking about (hopefully), but there really are some people who can test the limits of my patience.

More specifically, I’m referring to a person from a certain organisation who can somehow ruin my otherwise perfect day with his tactless comments. It’s not just me who’s affected. Others who have interacted with this specific person have told me that they had to exercise their restraints in conversation just to keep themselves calm.

Perfect training ground for the emotional quotient. Regardless of whether my EQ gets strengthened with increased interaction with this person, I find it unsettling for my health to be in extended contact with him. During a recent meeting, we could only sit down, seething as the person pointed out that we did wrong on everything in a project that we were on.

Advice appreciated. Tone, not so. Have you ever had somebody come up to you, and talk to you as if you could never do anything right? How did you feel?

After coming so far on a project, I probably was not prepared to accept so much criticism at one go, but a condescending tone was the absolute maximum I could handle. I scribbled on the scrap piece of paper I had to distract myself from the steaming rage. Looking at a smiling face that dispensed the words, I fought long and hard to stay calm.

The bottom line is clear to me. In retrospect, I understand the need to keep cool and focused under the fire, and I think this has been some serious eye-opener for me. I remember going ballistic after some serious teasing from certain friends many years ago. The army has taught me that the little teases and scandalous public dress-downs don’t matter in the greater scheme of things. Working in a call centre has taught me the virtue of being dispassionate under personal insult from angry customers.

That day was the latest challenge in my personal development. To be able to take affronts to my professional work and strategy from a person who can smile throughout the entire session. I realise that I’m not perfect, and that person has made some valid observations about my work. It is the delivery of the message I need to get used to.

Unfortunately, that person doesn’t eat yong tau hoo, last I recall. Perhaps he takes seafood? Otherwise, I would have treated him to a bowl just to demonstrate to myself that I can overcome this challenge. The challenge of keeping a poker face under fire. My mentor’s good at this though, I have a lot to learn from him.

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Just saying…

So today, when I saw that php-cgi was listed as one of the updated modules, I panicked. Basically, I had compiled my version of php-cgi from source, patched with php-fpm to run the fastcgi instances. With that patched version written over by the official version from Ubuntu’s repository, I had to find some way to re-compile the version I needed for the set-up to continue working.

It’s my epiphany. I might have lived under the illusion that I knew what I was doing, but in reality, I’m being shown that the rabbit hole goes deeper than it initially did. I re-compiled a newer version of php with the help of a newer guide, with trepidation in my heart. Will the compilation work, or would it crash and burn?

I brought php-fpm back up after it was installed. Immediately, my own blog started to throw warnings all over the page. In fact, if you were here moments ago, you would have seen the errors crowding the front page. With nowhere to turn to except for Google, I search for an answer online. Thankfully, so many people already had the problem that it was solved quite quickly. I patched the file in question, and so now the errors are gone.

It’s all thanks to Google that I’m able to run this server on my own, as well as the great open source community out there for being willing to help the newbies. I, for one, am grateful for the opportunity to use and learn open source software.

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About how much I know about compiling codes form source

The events that unfolded these few months proved not only the unpredictability of this world, but also the extent of my naivety.

For the past 3 years of my polytechnic education, I’ve realised that many problems can be solved, especially since every single piece of possible dirt on any programming language can be found on the wonderful resource that’s commonly known as THE Internet. It’s the go-to tool to dig up documentation, code samples, and lots of discussion about programming.

It’s also my go-to tool whenever I got stuck during my own coding sessions. It all operates on a very simple, and elegant premise: the programming problem you’re stuck at has an extremely high probability of having been encountered and solved by countless predecessors before you. By combing discussion forum sites, or posting threads asking for help, most programming problems are very easily resolved.

It’s with this powerful and empowering mindset that I set out, and managed to re-write functions to print documents in Java when there are existing application programming interfaces that already do this. It was also with this same sheer brute-force that I came up with the algorithm for a movable carousel of CDs within a desktop application.

Then in the second semester of year 2, something drastic happened. I was being told that programming is a very tedious job, and that I shouldn’t like it. It probably has something to do with actually putting faith in that belief, but shortly after that, I started to lose steam on my assignments.

I’ll be the first to admit, it’s 100% my fault for actually allowing myself to be influenced so easily towards the negative; it’s still amazing that the episodics had a profound effect on my self-esteem. This is a lesson for me to be more inquisitive and careful in accepting what people want me to think.

I’ve never actually spoken to the person about this, because I have realised that it’s my own prerogative to be fully rooted and grounded in my beliefs. Being too easily receptive to another person’s opinion on how I should feel was my mistake, and it’s one that I’m still trying to sort out up until now. I neither blame the person, nor do I wish to out him/her at all.

You might be wondering who I’m referring to. Just be assured that it’s not you. I’ve been careful enough not to have that person on my MSN messenger or FaceBook, so he/she would not know that I’m talking about him/her. Got to be careful about social networking!

As I start anew on this final year project, I hope to find my previous mojo back. And this time, I’ll have my brain filtering software working at full capacity.

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A message of hope