My Kitchen My Rules

I can’t believe it! I finally snapped. But who wouldn’t when one experienced these in the middle of the night:

• The chopping board was placed the wrong way
• The wrong sort of cloth was used to wipe the counter top
• The wrong spatula was used on that frying pan
• The spoons and forks were misplaced and mismatched, and one fork lost its pair
• The vegetable waste and leftovers were put on the wrong bin
• The eggshells were thrown away haphazardly that I stepped on one accidentally
• The leftover coffee ground was scattered over the kitchen sink

Should I just lock the kitchen so no one can abuse it?

My head hurt. More so as the Joker’s “why so serious!” taunts overlapped with the alternate Joker’s “why so territorial!” inside my head.

Okay. Fine. I’ll just go back to bed and hope this is just a passing nightmare…

An Afternoon with A Young Football Squad

“All those thoughts came and went like wind…”

I wonder as well…

*Sigh*

One had gone out for an afternoon walk, somehow got quite far, lost in thought. It must have been dark and gloomy thoughts as one could not recall them but remember one’s physically and mentally tired state instead.

It had been a windy yet strangely bright afternoon. One had been expecting at least a cloudy sky. These past months, the afternoons had almost always rained.

A turn took one to another sight.

Play on young ones!

Why can’t it be as simple as this? One thought as one observed the scene before one. Young and tiny football players lined up to have a go at scoring a goal.

“Because you make it complicated.”

And as if on cue, one’s ears began to pick some of the podcast’s catchphrases. Post-industrial world. Economic value. Ether. Paradox. Brainwashing.

“Start listening… Really listen…”

One removed the earphones, paused the player, closed one eyes, and began to realign to the sounds around one.

Laughter. Cheers. Instructions. Disappointed cries whenever the ball missed the goalpost. Some curses.

And smiles. I can hear smiles.

A response to Optimistic.

The Art of Getting Lost

At one point, I realised I had walked too far from the starting point. Two hours and a good number of smaller lanes later, my internal GPS gave out confusing reading. With the sun behind me, I still had no idea whether I was facing south or west.

When I had initiated the walk, I had got one thing in mind: let’s get lost.

So. I finally managed to get lost.

Hurray?

Memory Exception and Error Handling

One thing I learned from programming is that most of the time you will likely face worse-case scenarios (the famous moore’s murphy’s law reigns supreme!). You also deal with out of domain inputs and out of bound output range. There will be unexpected (mis)behaviour. You put them into consideration while trying to keep the system working as intended. Thus, always create exceptions and error handlers.

The same goes with life, I suppose: things don’t go as planned; you get abused by bad input intakes and give fluctuative performance; sometimes you get lost as well. So write your own exception and error handlers.

A Note to Oneself: Be Very Wary of Online Shopping

One has never thought one would fall into that abyss of shopping spree. In physical world (offline life), one rarely goes shopping and less likely to visit malls as one tends to avoid crowd and crowded places. Such is the opposite of online marketplaces and thus the advantage as well as dangerous magnet for one. The last few days, one had slipped into a state in which one constantly checked in at well known online shopping sites after one had registered and put a number of items on wishlists.