Clues and detectives
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coolohohOk. So I just wrote a super long post.
Which few people would be reading I guess.
Why am I writing another post immediately then?
Because I still have more things to say, duh. A lot more things.
Firstly.
I let in to my colleagues that I do translations and write fanfics. Now one of them is very interested in my writing. Well, it was unsup's fault actually. She was the one who told the girls that I can write. And her basis? My random (ok, maybe not so random, facebook musings).
Well. This blog... And all my other, previous active blog online... It's always that sort of feeling. I write. Online. On a public place. Knowingly. Because I want it to get read. But then again, do I really want people to read? Like... people whom I know in real life to read? I don't know.
It's like an itch. I want them to read... But then again, maybe not.
I've always written with the presumption that what I wrote might get read by the person I'm writing about. So basically, I never write things that would get me into trouble... But still... Some of the stuff could be really embarrassing... And I've thought of friend locking some of my recent entries... But eventually decided against it...
Why?
Because I've been toying with the idea of having the very people I've been writing about read the entries for quite a long time.
But why do I refuse to give the url, or my username? Because hell, it's still embarrassing.
It's fine if you read my blog. Or my fanfics. Just don't ever tell me that at work or in real life. It's too, too embarrassing.
Keep it like the fight club ok.
Rule 1. Do not talk about the fight club.
Rule 2. Do not talk about the fight club.
Rule 3. See rules 1 and 2.
Things that are online... Please keep it online. Things that are on LJ, please keep it on LJ. (LJ, for my colleagues if you do find this, stands for livejournal by the way.)
I do want people to read. Then again I don't want people to read...
It's like playing with fire, I think. You want to play with it, but you really shouldn't because it's fire and it'll burn.
Well. I decided to play with fire the moment I summed up the courage to add unsup on fb. It probably took me a couple of weeks before I actually clicked the friend request button.
And really, many of my statuses were written with unsup as the audience in mind.
Really, I don't have anyone that I communicate with through fb statuses. I don't use fb much, so typing a status on fb is like shouting into the void. But after discovering that unsup actually reads her fb feed, I now had an audience.
It was a game that started the day she accepted the request.
People who friended me on fb from way back then would know that I'm hardly so active, or posting such long things on fb. Not by a long shot.
Now you know why...
It's not so much of wanting her to read my blog as to... Trying to mix fandom stuff with work. For what purpose? Idk. Self entertainment I guess. Like talking about DNA, using it to mean like the DNA in cells and my lj comm in the same breath. And confusing the heck out of everyone who reads it. (But myself, J and octavia I guess.)
Lololol.
So I've been giving out clues. Talking about LJ and such.
And then today.
(Well technically yesterday, since it's past midnight, but the day doesn't change for me till I get some sleep.)
At lunch that colleague asked about my blog again. And I told her that what I wrote earlier about wanting it to be read and not read at the same time.
And well, at the end of the day, while unsup was busy typing and hammering on the keyboard, writing stuff that's actually like... erm... important.... I decided that I might as well try to do something 'productive', and decided to update NM after a whole month's absence. She probably figured that I was typing some entry by my constant keyboard hammering. (Yeah, the keyboards at work are LOUD.)
I'd told her previously that I wrote the Fukkatsu Love entry during lunchtime at work... So she figured that I was writing a blog entry cos when she finished, she came peeping over at my screen.
Unsup: Are you blogging
Me: Yes, cos I'll just die on my bed when I'm home and I won't do anything.
(Besides playing games on my phone...)
Unsup: Wah, so long name... Nihongo....
LOLOLOL.
I don't know if she actually remembered the URL so I decided to provide all my curious colleagues a huge service and link them to NM. Well. I'm trying to promote NM anyway. It's part of my online monetization program.
All they need to do, is to google the username. Simple enough right?
Which is what this post is for. (Remember the fight club rules.)
Secondly.
Yes, I'm moving on to the next point already, even though you might find it kind of abrupt.
Last Sunday I took part in a heritage trail (amazing race style) with unsup, her other half, her friend, and a friend of her friend. (Interesting, I know.) It was really fun, though my ankle protested from all that running in the end (plus, I'm really the least fit out of everyone in the group). It was just hilarious... Right from the very beginning.
Well. Unsup is really small. Small in the really skinny sense more than the lack of height I think. Because although she's short... She's really not THAT short. For one, my I'm sure my beloved tiny little weiqi junior in sec school is shorter. Like every time we meet up, (ok, we don't meet up that often), I'd be amazed by just how much shorter she is than what I remembered. Every single time. On closer inspection, I'd realise that she really is, darn short.
Not so for unsup. On closer inspection, I'd realise that she really, isn't THAT short. Like the day before I think, when she walked pasted a bunch of other girls attending some training session in the lab. They were about her height! At most just 1 or 2 cm taller. But they don't look small. Because they aren't as skinny as unsup! (I once spent like 2 minutes trying to find her in the canteen, among just like, 5 rows of tables. When I knew she was wearing red that day too!)
So well. The race. We all had to wear the event shirt. And me being the fat person that I am, was worried about whether that size L I'd gotten was large enough. (Thankfully, it was.)
And of course, unsup got S. Since they didn't have XS. (And they probably didn't have XL too.)
So... there were some kids who took part in the race too, and since they didn't have kid sizes, the shirts were like, 5 sizes too big - almost like a dress for those kids. Unsup's friend was commenting on how come the shirt looks so long on the kids... And then immediately her attention turned to unsup and she asked if unsup would kindly stand up. LOLOLOLOL.
As you can probably guess, unsup's friend was really a joy to be around. She's about my age too. Just two years older.
My favourite though, has got to be that last station game we played. A really simple game. 3 small buckets. 1 person holds the buckets, two under the arms and one between the legs. The rest stand some distance away and throw newspaper balls in.
Without any hesitation unsup volunteered to hold the thing. Which means that we all get to bombard unsup with newspaper balls. And well... despite my childhood dreams of being a sniper/spy/detective... I pretty much only got the first shot in. In my defence, I was laughing way too much at the scene to throw properly. I even unlocked a shiny new achievement for myself - Hit supervisor in the head with a newspaper ball.
That alone was made the day worth it. Not to mention that I met some pretty cool people too. And learnt a little more about unsup that makes me respect her even more.
Speaking of that...
I wonder how things would be like, if unsup and I were secondary school classmates. Now, that would have been really, freaking darn cool. She'd probably still become a prefect... But if we'd done RS together... My chemistry project might have more bio in it. Or maybe I'd convince her to like chemistry. With some luck we'll take the same sec 4 options module on bioinformatics and evolution together and we'd sprawl on the floor and count yellow boxes and asterisks in sequences alignments. Or something. Lol.
And then she'd be a top scholar... While I... I...
*sigh*
I guess that'll depend on whether I break down during JC huh?
Lol.
O' glorious days.
You'd have thought I'd be an A-star scholar for sure in sec school. Well, that's what many people thought. I wasn't that good overall. But at least I had something I was good in. I was good in science. I was good in physics. Physics was my best subject actually. Followed by chem. Then bio. Yeah. Bio was the worst out of my three sciences. Lol. Even on my year book, my classmates put my quote as "this question is too easy". LOL. I don't actually say that. Not that I remember anyway... I know I do say stuff that means that though. BUT it applies only to chemistry. I was the chem nerd then. The whole class knew about it. I still enjoy reading light weighed bits about chemistry. Well actually, I like reading tidbits about physics and bio too. Or even stuff like astronomy. I just really do like sciences.
I used to constantly dwell on the past. On those wonderful days, when we'd pull all nighters constantly to finish projects... When I could survive on 1 or 2 hours of sleep... (These days, I need at least 4, and I can't do 4 hours consecutively or I'd be like a zombie.)
But dwelling in the past really isn't good... So eventually I managed to extricate myself from reminiscing about the past and what I should have been, could have been...
But I guess... In the process... Something else died too.
The passion. The fire. The spark.
Sure, I was passionate about other things. Like Arashi, and translation. And I really do love doing stuff on the web. Like writing fics and blogging.
But that fire... It pales when in comparison to science.
Maybe programming could get me hooked, but I've yet to take the first step to try. And sitting at the comp all day long...? I'd probably waste a good chunk of my time doing random crap. Like the time when I did some basic bioinformatics stuff for my FYP.
I really can't decouple the two. The crazy kid, brimming with passion and enthusiasm. I act like a kid when I'm really crazy about science. Like I was in sec school. So many years. And it's still the same. Just buried. And with it comes all the memories of all the good times (and the bad, but still fond memories all the same). I feel like I'm living in the past... But until I get better memories to replace that... Perhaps it's better to live in the past. To use past standards as a judge for the current.
We have a really charismatic leader at my workplace. Well, that is until you hear him say the same thing in every speech.
But really. As charismatic as he may seem... I've honestly seen way better. 16 year old kids with much as much charisma and much more intellect. They wrote the speeches themselves and hey, at least the speeches are different every time and relevant every time.
I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed of my 'heritage' for the most part.
Yeah sure, I'm proud to have come from such a school. But really, I'm not living up to my school's name and reputation. Not by a long shot. Not when Wall Street Journal calls us the 'Gateway to Ivy League'. Not when we have the most number of president scholars out of all the other schools here. Not when wikipedia lists out hard numbers like how each year roughly 345 students get into top UK unis, and 145 get into top US unis. Or how "In 2013, 92 students were admitted to Oxford and Cambridge. This is one of the highest, if not the highest, number of students from a single institution admitted to UK's Oxbridge universities. 49 students have also received early admission offers from top US universities such as Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Columbia and Stanford. In 2013, there were 81 admits to the Ivy League Universities plus Stanford and MIT."
For someone from my school, I'm one heck of a failure...
And sadly I think I can only remind a failure in a country that sticks with looking at hard grades and certificates. I basically 'died' in JC and never picked myself up. Not until now perhaps. (Even then I'm not sure if I'll fall flat right back again next month.)
Oh those glorious days. If I could be peter pan and never grow up. I'd stay 16 forever.
But it seems that the past always catches up with you, even in the most unexpected ways.
So I was blabbering on to unsup again about my glorious days (I bet she's sick of my talking about the old times already), and I told her about how I did weiqi in the past. And she casually remarked that her husband does weiqi.
I was shocked. Few people in Singapore knows about the game. And it's definitely not widespread in the US either. What are the chances of a random guy from the US playing the game?
Well I guess the chances are high when you have someone into strategy games and game development. Because weiqi is the most complex mind sport, the holy grail of artificial intelligence research.
The past that I've took pains to thrown away. How I swore I'd never, ever play weiqi again...
Well.
In retrospect.
It wasn't the game I hated. It was the people. The organisation. The unfairness I faced. Being passed over again and again.
And of course. I didn't really like the game.
I like it when I won. Of course. But otherwise... It wasn't really that fascinating to me. Unlike science. How I can shiver in excitement as I read some science book. I don't even feel remotely excited when I saw Wu Qingyuan, who is widely regarded as the best weiqi player in the 20th century. But boy was I excited to see James Watson, and hear him speak.
I can't say I regret learning the game though. It taught me skills like mental imaging and visualizations. It gave me the opportunity to get into my secondary school, and got me leadership roles... And in turn I learned a lot, a lot more.
It really wasn't about my skill in weiqi as to what I learnt from it. And I learnt a lot. Just like when I started blogging. It wasn't really about the blog entries, or the need to chronicle my daily life, as to the writing (and typing) practice. And when I started subbing, it wasn't about making tons of subs, but about learning Japanese and learning about doing translations, and about language in general. Which is why I prioritise quality above all else. Because my goal is first and foremost, to develop my own skills. And when I started writing fanfics, it was because I wasn't getting any non-scientific writing practice. (Now it's kind of the other way round though, it's been years since I wrote anything scientific... I'll be so dead in the next few weeks... Thank goodness for getting a little of my writing mojo back today.)
Even the game Maplestory. Though I'd admit I probably played it a little too much for my own good. I learnt a lot from it though. My friend says that it shows how much perseverance I have, to train my character till level 200 (max level in the those days). I don't know about that... But I do know that I had practice organising and coordinating people with organising boss runs and MON service. Or got to see how others organise things when I joined their boss runs. Got to interact with people whom I'd otherwise never meet... People with a completely different education background... (More like, education? What education?) Learnt how to drum enthusiasm in forums (I was one of the top posters, at way over 40k posts, my account probably is still one of the top posters). Made plenty of guides. And perhaps most importantly, dubbed around in excel. I tried to make a fancy damage calculator in excel. One with super, darn a lot of details, and is a massive overkill. But well, I never finished it and soon a major patch came along and threw all the formulas out the drain. Still, I learned more excel through that project than any other thing. I still don't know much, but I know a lot more than the lay people, the non-geeks.
All these things that I have done...
What will my next project be?
Alright.
I guess I went off tangent again.
One last thing before I sleep I guess...
I've been toying with this idea for some time.
If any of my colleagues are here, and you know who you are...
Here's a challenge. Find DNA and RNA - leave a comment in those places... And I'll treat you to ice cream/froyo. Offer is only valid till the end of this month.
(If you're here already, it's really not that hard. Just tedious maybe. Very tedious. Probably not worth your time for the froyo, but I guess I've always been a bit of a sadist.)
Ok. 3 am. Took me what? An hour an a half to write this. Gosh.
Time to sleep... There's work to be done tmr... (Then again, unsup is on leave, and there's not that much experiments to do... Maybe I'll have time to do more writing... hmm...)
Anyway... Good nights!
Random sidenote: One of my fics got long listed in the fanfic awards. Wow. I don't self nominate, so to whoever who liked my fic enough to actually remember it, and nominate it, thank you very much! Octavia got 4 of her fics long listed too! Whoohoo! It's really amazing. Considering that I hardly wrote anything in the later half of last year. And that it's been months since we posted anything in that comm... I'm surprised that people still remember us.
Which few people would be reading I guess.
Why am I writing another post immediately then?
Because I still have more things to say, duh. A lot more things.
Firstly.
I let in to my colleagues that I do translations and write fanfics. Now one of them is very interested in my writing. Well, it was unsup's fault actually. She was the one who told the girls that I can write. And her basis? My random (ok, maybe not so random, facebook musings).
Well. This blog... And all my other, previous active blog online... It's always that sort of feeling. I write. Online. On a public place. Knowingly. Because I want it to get read. But then again, do I really want people to read? Like... people whom I know in real life to read? I don't know.
It's like an itch. I want them to read... But then again, maybe not.
I've always written with the presumption that what I wrote might get read by the person I'm writing about. So basically, I never write things that would get me into trouble... But still... Some of the stuff could be really embarrassing... And I've thought of friend locking some of my recent entries... But eventually decided against it...
Why?
Because I've been toying with the idea of having the very people I've been writing about read the entries for quite a long time.
But why do I refuse to give the url, or my username? Because hell, it's still embarrassing.
It's fine if you read my blog. Or my fanfics. Just don't ever tell me that at work or in real life. It's too, too embarrassing.
Keep it like the fight club ok.
Rule 1. Do not talk about the fight club.
Rule 2. Do not talk about the fight club.
Rule 3. See rules 1 and 2.
Things that are online... Please keep it online. Things that are on LJ, please keep it on LJ. (LJ, for my colleagues if you do find this, stands for livejournal by the way.)
I do want people to read. Then again I don't want people to read...
It's like playing with fire, I think. You want to play with it, but you really shouldn't because it's fire and it'll burn.
Well. I decided to play with fire the moment I summed up the courage to add unsup on fb. It probably took me a couple of weeks before I actually clicked the friend request button.
And really, many of my statuses were written with unsup as the audience in mind.
Really, I don't have anyone that I communicate with through fb statuses. I don't use fb much, so typing a status on fb is like shouting into the void. But after discovering that unsup actually reads her fb feed, I now had an audience.
It was a game that started the day she accepted the request.
People who friended me on fb from way back then would know that I'm hardly so active, or posting such long things on fb. Not by a long shot.
Now you know why...
It's not so much of wanting her to read my blog as to... Trying to mix fandom stuff with work. For what purpose? Idk. Self entertainment I guess. Like talking about DNA, using it to mean like the DNA in cells and my lj comm in the same breath. And confusing the heck out of everyone who reads it. (But myself, J and octavia I guess.)
Lololol.
So I've been giving out clues. Talking about LJ and such.
And then today.
(Well technically yesterday, since it's past midnight, but the day doesn't change for me till I get some sleep.)
At lunch that colleague asked about my blog again. And I told her that what I wrote earlier about wanting it to be read and not read at the same time.
And well, at the end of the day, while unsup was busy typing and hammering on the keyboard, writing stuff that's actually like... erm... important.... I decided that I might as well try to do something 'productive', and decided to update NM after a whole month's absence. She probably figured that I was typing some entry by my constant keyboard hammering. (Yeah, the keyboards at work are LOUD.)
I'd told her previously that I wrote the Fukkatsu Love entry during lunchtime at work... So she figured that I was writing a blog entry cos when she finished, she came peeping over at my screen.
Unsup: Are you blogging
Me: Yes, cos I'll just die on my bed when I'm home and I won't do anything.
(Besides playing games on my phone...)
Unsup: Wah, so long name... Nihongo....
LOLOLOL.
I don't know if she actually remembered the URL so I decided to provide all my curious colleagues a huge service and link them to NM. Well. I'm trying to promote NM anyway. It's part of my online monetization program.
All they need to do, is to google the username. Simple enough right?
Which is what this post is for. (Remember the fight club rules.)
Secondly.
Yes, I'm moving on to the next point already, even though you might find it kind of abrupt.
Last Sunday I took part in a heritage trail (amazing race style) with unsup, her other half, her friend, and a friend of her friend. (Interesting, I know.) It was really fun, though my ankle protested from all that running in the end (plus, I'm really the least fit out of everyone in the group). It was just hilarious... Right from the very beginning.
Well. Unsup is really small. Small in the really skinny sense more than the lack of height I think. Because although she's short... She's really not THAT short. For one, my I'm sure my beloved tiny little weiqi junior in sec school is shorter. Like every time we meet up, (ok, we don't meet up that often), I'd be amazed by just how much shorter she is than what I remembered. Every single time. On closer inspection, I'd realise that she really is, darn short.
Not so for unsup. On closer inspection, I'd realise that she really, isn't THAT short. Like the day before I think, when she walked pasted a bunch of other girls attending some training session in the lab. They were about her height! At most just 1 or 2 cm taller. But they don't look small. Because they aren't as skinny as unsup! (I once spent like 2 minutes trying to find her in the canteen, among just like, 5 rows of tables. When I knew she was wearing red that day too!)
So well. The race. We all had to wear the event shirt. And me being the fat person that I am, was worried about whether that size L I'd gotten was large enough. (Thankfully, it was.)
And of course, unsup got S. Since they didn't have XS. (And they probably didn't have XL too.)
So... there were some kids who took part in the race too, and since they didn't have kid sizes, the shirts were like, 5 sizes too big - almost like a dress for those kids. Unsup's friend was commenting on how come the shirt looks so long on the kids... And then immediately her attention turned to unsup and she asked if unsup would kindly stand up. LOLOLOLOL.
As you can probably guess, unsup's friend was really a joy to be around. She's about my age too. Just two years older.
My favourite though, has got to be that last station game we played. A really simple game. 3 small buckets. 1 person holds the buckets, two under the arms and one between the legs. The rest stand some distance away and throw newspaper balls in.
Without any hesitation unsup volunteered to hold the thing. Which means that we all get to bombard unsup with newspaper balls. And well... despite my childhood dreams of being a sniper/spy/detective... I pretty much only got the first shot in. In my defence, I was laughing way too much at the scene to throw properly. I even unlocked a shiny new achievement for myself - Hit supervisor in the head with a newspaper ball.
That alone was made the day worth it. Not to mention that I met some pretty cool people too. And learnt a little more about unsup that makes me respect her even more.
Speaking of that...
I wonder how things would be like, if unsup and I were secondary school classmates. Now, that would have been really, freaking darn cool. She'd probably still become a prefect... But if we'd done RS together... My chemistry project might have more bio in it. Or maybe I'd convince her to like chemistry. With some luck we'll take the same sec 4 options module on bioinformatics and evolution together and we'd sprawl on the floor and count yellow boxes and asterisks in sequences alignments. Or something. Lol.
And then she'd be a top scholar... While I... I...
*sigh*
I guess that'll depend on whether I break down during JC huh?
Lol.
O' glorious days.
You'd have thought I'd be an A-star scholar for sure in sec school. Well, that's what many people thought. I wasn't that good overall. But at least I had something I was good in. I was good in science. I was good in physics. Physics was my best subject actually. Followed by chem. Then bio. Yeah. Bio was the worst out of my three sciences. Lol. Even on my year book, my classmates put my quote as "this question is too easy". LOL. I don't actually say that. Not that I remember anyway... I know I do say stuff that means that though. BUT it applies only to chemistry. I was the chem nerd then. The whole class knew about it. I still enjoy reading light weighed bits about chemistry. Well actually, I like reading tidbits about physics and bio too. Or even stuff like astronomy. I just really do like sciences.
I used to constantly dwell on the past. On those wonderful days, when we'd pull all nighters constantly to finish projects... When I could survive on 1 or 2 hours of sleep... (These days, I need at least 4, and I can't do 4 hours consecutively or I'd be like a zombie.)
But dwelling in the past really isn't good... So eventually I managed to extricate myself from reminiscing about the past and what I should have been, could have been...
But I guess... In the process... Something else died too.
The passion. The fire. The spark.
Sure, I was passionate about other things. Like Arashi, and translation. And I really do love doing stuff on the web. Like writing fics and blogging.
But that fire... It pales when in comparison to science.
Maybe programming could get me hooked, but I've yet to take the first step to try. And sitting at the comp all day long...? I'd probably waste a good chunk of my time doing random crap. Like the time when I did some basic bioinformatics stuff for my FYP.
I really can't decouple the two. The crazy kid, brimming with passion and enthusiasm. I act like a kid when I'm really crazy about science. Like I was in sec school. So many years. And it's still the same. Just buried. And with it comes all the memories of all the good times (and the bad, but still fond memories all the same). I feel like I'm living in the past... But until I get better memories to replace that... Perhaps it's better to live in the past. To use past standards as a judge for the current.
We have a really charismatic leader at my workplace. Well, that is until you hear him say the same thing in every speech.
But really. As charismatic as he may seem... I've honestly seen way better. 16 year old kids with much as much charisma and much more intellect. They wrote the speeches themselves and hey, at least the speeches are different every time and relevant every time.
I don't know whether to be proud or ashamed of my 'heritage' for the most part.
Yeah sure, I'm proud to have come from such a school. But really, I'm not living up to my school's name and reputation. Not by a long shot. Not when Wall Street Journal calls us the 'Gateway to Ivy League'. Not when we have the most number of president scholars out of all the other schools here. Not when wikipedia lists out hard numbers like how each year roughly 345 students get into top UK unis, and 145 get into top US unis. Or how "In 2013, 92 students were admitted to Oxford and Cambridge. This is one of the highest, if not the highest, number of students from a single institution admitted to UK's Oxbridge universities. 49 students have also received early admission offers from top US universities such as Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Columbia and Stanford. In 2013, there were 81 admits to the Ivy League Universities plus Stanford and MIT."
For someone from my school, I'm one heck of a failure...
And sadly I think I can only remind a failure in a country that sticks with looking at hard grades and certificates. I basically 'died' in JC and never picked myself up. Not until now perhaps. (Even then I'm not sure if I'll fall flat right back again next month.)
Oh those glorious days. If I could be peter pan and never grow up. I'd stay 16 forever.
But it seems that the past always catches up with you, even in the most unexpected ways.
So I was blabbering on to unsup again about my glorious days (I bet she's sick of my talking about the old times already), and I told her about how I did weiqi in the past. And she casually remarked that her husband does weiqi.
I was shocked. Few people in Singapore knows about the game. And it's definitely not widespread in the US either. What are the chances of a random guy from the US playing the game?
Well I guess the chances are high when you have someone into strategy games and game development. Because weiqi is the most complex mind sport, the holy grail of artificial intelligence research.
The past that I've took pains to thrown away. How I swore I'd never, ever play weiqi again...
Well.
In retrospect.
It wasn't the game I hated. It was the people. The organisation. The unfairness I faced. Being passed over again and again.
And of course. I didn't really like the game.
I like it when I won. Of course. But otherwise... It wasn't really that fascinating to me. Unlike science. How I can shiver in excitement as I read some science book. I don't even feel remotely excited when I saw Wu Qingyuan, who is widely regarded as the best weiqi player in the 20th century. But boy was I excited to see James Watson, and hear him speak.
I can't say I regret learning the game though. It taught me skills like mental imaging and visualizations. It gave me the opportunity to get into my secondary school, and got me leadership roles... And in turn I learned a lot, a lot more.
It really wasn't about my skill in weiqi as to what I learnt from it. And I learnt a lot. Just like when I started blogging. It wasn't really about the blog entries, or the need to chronicle my daily life, as to the writing (and typing) practice. And when I started subbing, it wasn't about making tons of subs, but about learning Japanese and learning about doing translations, and about language in general. Which is why I prioritise quality above all else. Because my goal is first and foremost, to develop my own skills. And when I started writing fanfics, it was because I wasn't getting any non-scientific writing practice. (Now it's kind of the other way round though, it's been years since I wrote anything scientific... I'll be so dead in the next few weeks... Thank goodness for getting a little of my writing mojo back today.)
Even the game Maplestory. Though I'd admit I probably played it a little too much for my own good. I learnt a lot from it though. My friend says that it shows how much perseverance I have, to train my character till level 200 (max level in the those days). I don't know about that... But I do know that I had practice organising and coordinating people with organising boss runs and MON service. Or got to see how others organise things when I joined their boss runs. Got to interact with people whom I'd otherwise never meet... People with a completely different education background... (More like, education? What education?) Learnt how to drum enthusiasm in forums (I was one of the top posters, at way over 40k posts, my account probably is still one of the top posters). Made plenty of guides. And perhaps most importantly, dubbed around in excel. I tried to make a fancy damage calculator in excel. One with super, darn a lot of details, and is a massive overkill. But well, I never finished it and soon a major patch came along and threw all the formulas out the drain. Still, I learned more excel through that project than any other thing. I still don't know much, but I know a lot more than the lay people, the non-geeks.
All these things that I have done...
What will my next project be?
Alright.
I guess I went off tangent again.
One last thing before I sleep I guess...
I've been toying with this idea for some time.
If any of my colleagues are here, and you know who you are...
Here's a challenge. Find DNA and RNA - leave a comment in those places... And I'll treat you to ice cream/froyo. Offer is only valid till the end of this month.
(If you're here already, it's really not that hard. Just tedious maybe. Very tedious. Probably not worth your time for the froyo, but I guess I've always been a bit of a sadist.)
Ok. 3 am. Took me what? An hour an a half to write this. Gosh.
Time to sleep... There's work to be done tmr... (Then again, unsup is on leave, and there's not that much experiments to do... Maybe I'll have time to do more writing... hmm...)
Anyway... Good nights!
Random sidenote: One of my fics got long listed in the fanfic awards. Wow. I don't self nominate, so to whoever who liked my fic enough to actually remember it, and nominate it, thank you very much! Octavia got 4 of her fics long listed too! Whoohoo! It's really amazing. Considering that I hardly wrote anything in the later half of last year. And that it's been months since we posted anything in that comm... I'm surprised that people still remember us.
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Date: 2016-03-09 11:44 pm (UTC)I'm strongly good at Chem, then Bio and then Physics. Physics is my worst science and I hate learning all about it.
XD but Maths is about the same posture as Physics for me, because I kept on failing that, except for some gos when I get a B or C. But Geography is a bit higher, because what I mostly get a C- or a C.
The rest is just....a C, B or A. The only marks when I got an A* in my test is my Chinese reading test recently and my Y7 Bio test.
By the way, I miss you so much! Been college(ing), eh?