Random Rumblings, Ravings and Rantings...

Rumblings:
Went to sit in for another meeting today. It is a relatively simple project, which had already started sometime ago. My colleague, who is gonna quit at the end of the month (i'm suspecting i'm replacing her >.<), had already done most of the work for me. Hence, there was little for me to do but listen and take notes when she told me of our responsibilities in the project.

Along the way to the site (which was in Tuas >.<) and back to the office, we chatted and she tried to allay my fears of screwing things up and gave a few pointers on the job scope (my friend had told me recently that during school days, if we get something wrong, marks got deducted, now if we get something wrong, it will be far far worse >.<).

I was also informed that the calculation of air-conditioning was a simple formula. (-.-)

In my last university session, my lecturer had given us an assignment to calculate the power of the air-conditioning in a section of the university library. Me and my friends spent ALOT of time and effort pouring over the long list of the various formulas and steps taken. And to think that the company actually reduced it all down to ONE single formula.

Thats really depressing. (-.-)

Rantings:
When i was serving my national service, i wanted to enter a combat unit coz i felt i could learn more (but it required me to stay-in and only book out on weekends >.<). My original posting was a base unit, which allowed me to book out everyday. When one of my friends offered to swap his posting with me, i jumped at the chance. Many of my friends thought i was crazy but till now, i don't regret my decision.

Yes, i'm still crazy. (-.-)

The reason why i'm bringing this up is this: When i was at the base unit temporarily, i found that the daily booking out caused me to be scatter-brained and start thinking of stupid things (like being paranoid and far-fetched stuff >.<). However, when i was in the combat unit, i was surrounded by my friends and things to do. Their constant company kept me sane and life was simple, if not monotonous and mundane. i became more focused and didn't think of stupid things coz i had constant company.

Right now, i wished i could do the same. When i head home after work these days, i start to think of stupid things again. Stuff like 'what if' and remembering our three years of love.

Yes, its really depressing too. (-.-)

Rantings:
In secondary school, i had an interesting chat with my friend. He wondered if in the future, one would be able to purchase 'time' like a commodity. I had refuted that notion coz 'bad' people would be able to use it to further their evil designs. My friend retorted that the police would be able to purchase 'time' as well to stop the 'bad' people. That statement certaintly shut me up. (-.-)

The reason for such stupid thoughts (see? I told i'm thinking stupid stuff these days >.<) is coz i saw a article on the web that the american police are starting to collect the DNA from everyone. The person who raised the issue up, was undoubtedly an american, for he was outraged by it.

Personally, i'm not bothered by it. I mean, our police force has a collection of every citizen's fingerprints. In my opinion, thats no different to having your DNA taken. If you're not gonna commit a crime, why should you be afraid? Some might say that its our right to refuse, but if it helps the police track down the criminal, why should we refuse?

Back to main point of how this article made me remember my secondary school days conversation.

If the police were to have a collection of everyone's DNA, would it really help? I'm sure in the future, criminals would be able to wipe off all signs of their DNA at the crime scene. I won't be surprised if such a notion has already happened. If it is possible to change your DNA even slightly, that would simply render the collection of DNA as good as the collection of fingerprints: it would help, but probably not as much as it should be.

Yes, thats the third depressing point. (-.-)

*pensive sigh*

Herein ends the explanation of some random, depressing bits in my rather mundane life.