there are several definitions of MIGRATION
- At work ... With every change made we need to migrate our compiled code to DEVT, TRIAL ent and then PROD environment.. to perform a bugfix, or enhancement to the system.
- In our environment.. Birds migrate to go to warmer temperatures. Herbivores migrate for better pastures. They cover as much as 600 km to ensure their survival and that of the offsprings.
- How about humans? The common aspect of migration is to go for a better circumstances. Where to go Canada? Vietnam? Madagascar? Singapore? America? Switzerland? Malaysia? Australia? The fact is the world is small ... is FLAT these days.
Here's my criteria for migration now still in DEVT and TESTING environment:
a. I want to see green plantations, pastures.. hills, mountains.... I am going to walk in the rice plantations on 1st May. Still looking for a cow to milk. I never milked a cow before.
b. It cannot be USA. Somehow I do not like to be in a country that wants to be in the limelight.
c. It must be a country where I pay tax monthly to ensure a welfare state. Preferably not aboe 25%.
d. I always prefer French speakers .. so French country.
e. Winter cannot be too cold. not like Canada. I have super fast metabolism rate. I wake up eery 4 hours at night if temperature of room is below 26 degrees. That's why I can and will always remain skinny. Should have told you the semester where I had 6 lectures in a day. I had to eat continuously every 2 hours so that I do not feel weak. The best temperature I sleep in aircon room is 27 - 29 degrees.
f. A country where people greet each other good morning. Strangely, poor people are the most honest people.
g. A country where people do not care about how they look. Normal look is ok. At least they do not spend money on it.. but shampoo is necessary..
h . and work in a company in which I believe I can bring a substancial contribution. Perfection is not what I am looking for.
i. I'm the loner type so i like to travel alone to the desserted beach and watch the small crabs walking. Watch the sunset.. I will always say "nope you're not invited" if anyone should ask me.
Watch till night while waiting for a coconut to fall on my head.
If you believe or stay in a country that satisfy these criteria let me know. :)
So far shortlisted countries are LUXEMBURG, SWITZERLAND, VIETNAM, MAURITIUS, MALAYSIA, THE NETHERLANDS, GERMANY, AUSTRALIA
Been eating corn flakes twice a week for dinner. My favourite food at times. The rationale is that dinner in the hotel is relatively high priced compared to outside. So the money I save is given to the poor. Did you know that Madagascar has 35% per month tax on the salary?
And work starts at 7:30 a.m and ends around 6:30 p.m. on normal days. I hope the nation does well in the long run.
AUSTRALIA.. sounds like paradise . . I should go to Brisbane sometimes to visit friend M.W.
Did you know that 2 male kangaroos fight with their hind legs.. (their strongest legs) to get to know who get the wife kangarroo for reproduction? The one invading the territory will fight to conquer while the other will show off his skills. Kangarroo M.W. wish you all the best!! Haha. Glad that you came out of Mommy Kangaroo's pocket.
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dimanche 29 avril 2007
samedi 28 avril 2007
Green Pepper
The STORY Of Green Pepper
Once upon a time ..
Green pepper fell in love, became Red Pepper, got married and became Yellow Pepper.
THAT RAINY NIGHT..
When I woke up that evening, it was raining heavily .. very heavily. I opened the windows to watch the water pouring on the streets. Under the passive eyes of the lamp post, a motorcyclist shielded himself under the extended arm of the Bank of Africa building, his motorcycle left to bathe in the rain. A stranger wearing a yellow jacket, with the jacket cap covering the head walked from left to the right end of the street.. soon to move in the opposite direction, as if he went to achieve his mission... reminded me of the horror movie.. MILO. The yellow jacket guy on his bycicle. Beware MILO was on the streets! Another couple walked hastily under the rain and soon disppeared in the distance, hand in hand, impatient to get home. The stagnant pool of water in the middle of the street was suddenly revived by the incessant drops of rain that drilled their way on the surface to create shiny ripples to bring it to life, giving the illusion of a CPR performance. The rain became even stronger. A man and a lady met just beneath the famous lamp post that was being whipped by droplets that were inclined to almost 45 degrees. With a greeting of the man's umbrella, that umbrella accepted to be adopted by the lady and man and woman went their own ways, the man deprived of his umbrella.
In the background of my room, Lara Fabian's song was being played at that time. .
"I didn't come here believing
I would ever be away from you
I didn't come here to find out
There's a weakness in my faith
I was brought here by the power of love
I was brought here by the power of love
- Love by grace "
I'll miss Madagascar ;
Once upon a time ..
Green pepper fell in love, became Red Pepper, got married and became Yellow Pepper.
THAT RAINY NIGHT..
When I woke up that evening, it was raining heavily .. very heavily. I opened the windows to watch the water pouring on the streets. Under the passive eyes of the lamp post, a motorcyclist shielded himself under the extended arm of the Bank of Africa building, his motorcycle left to bathe in the rain. A stranger wearing a yellow jacket, with the jacket cap covering the head walked from left to the right end of the street.. soon to move in the opposite direction, as if he went to achieve his mission... reminded me of the horror movie.. MILO. The yellow jacket guy on his bycicle. Beware MILO was on the streets! Another couple walked hastily under the rain and soon disppeared in the distance, hand in hand, impatient to get home. The stagnant pool of water in the middle of the street was suddenly revived by the incessant drops of rain that drilled their way on the surface to create shiny ripples to bring it to life, giving the illusion of a CPR performance. The rain became even stronger. A man and a lady met just beneath the famous lamp post that was being whipped by droplets that were inclined to almost 45 degrees. With a greeting of the man's umbrella, that umbrella accepted to be adopted by the lady and man and woman went their own ways, the man deprived of his umbrella.
In the background of my room, Lara Fabian's song was being played at that time. .
"I didn't come here believing
I would ever be away from you
I didn't come here to find out
There's a weakness in my faith
I was brought here by the power of love
I was brought here by the power of love
- Love by grace "
I'll miss Madagascar ;
samedi 21 avril 2007
Marathon chicken
FOOD
Apples. ..
a weird hunch back of notre dame round shaped volumetric form peppered with black dots and brown stitches as if recovering from a plastic surgery.
It's yummy.
Marathon chicken..
A chicken where "gna gna gna" with the teeth is not effective. It's rubber. The small knife cannot go through.
The term we call it here is marathon chicken. One that ran kilometres before being slaughtered.
It must have been a race between a chicken, a cow, a fish .. yup I had the marathon fish. Most likely the fish was executed by electrocution which tensed its muscles in a conducting liquid.
The day where the south korean guy killed the 32 students, I cut myself while shaving. Quite a big cut.. a 3cm opening near the throat area, people in office swear to have me scanned before entering the building. After all it's a inspection and certification company.
Gonna read some books. I watched a documentary where 1.5 million herbivores those are real marathon anmals meet in Tanzania every year for the great gathering and migrate together. Very captivating but wish I was there to witness it. My dream would be to go to the african jungle and see animals and have an animal tattoo on my back.. haha. Need to save $$$ so that one day I can travel there. The tattoo would be that of a tiger head or a jaguar head as the jaguar is as black as the tattoo itselt.. haha
Grr!!!
Apples. ..
a weird hunch back of notre dame round shaped volumetric form peppered with black dots and brown stitches as if recovering from a plastic surgery.
It's yummy.
Marathon chicken..
A chicken where "gna gna gna" with the teeth is not effective. It's rubber. The small knife cannot go through.
The term we call it here is marathon chicken. One that ran kilometres before being slaughtered.
It must have been a race between a chicken, a cow, a fish .. yup I had the marathon fish. Most likely the fish was executed by electrocution which tensed its muscles in a conducting liquid.
The day where the south korean guy killed the 32 students, I cut myself while shaving. Quite a big cut.. a 3cm opening near the throat area, people in office swear to have me scanned before entering the building. After all it's a inspection and certification company.
Gonna read some books. I watched a documentary where 1.5 million herbivores those are real marathon anmals meet in Tanzania every year for the great gathering and migrate together. Very captivating but wish I was there to witness it. My dream would be to go to the african jungle and see animals and have an animal tattoo on my back.. haha. Need to save $$$ so that one day I can travel there. The tattoo would be that of a tiger head or a jaguar head as the jaguar is as black as the tattoo itselt.. haha
Grr!!!
jeudi 19 avril 2007
Blue Eyes Blue
Blue Eyes Blue
Yesterday, we went to a muslim restaurant called "ABU NAWASS". It's always so much fun to go out on car ride with the engineer buddies. We watch lots of Arabian TV. "Music Arabia" was the TV channel. Many nice and sexy clips.. very sexy clips. We ate beef brochettes, I took 1/2 grilled chicken that looked more like 1/5 grilled chicken.. French fries.
In the evening I went to B's gym. Paid one entrance fee but did not do much as it was close to closing time. The monitors are very friendly also and they really help. I did some great exercise. That lady, B., is black belt in martial arts so she can easily do stretching. Just did the normal routine to keep fit. Feel much better afterwards. That's my secret for neer falling sick. Regular exercise. Otherwise , I feel restless cannot sleep.
Today we went to a chinese restaurant. Did you know that a sort of Siew Mai is called "bouchon" i.e. wooden bottle cap in French? The "banane flambee" was particularly appetising.
I realise how fast time goes by so I'm trying my best to spend as much super happy time as possible. Because the time to part is mid-end of next week. All the laughter, we laughed until our stomach ached almost everyday. Today was even more stupid. We were all doing our work until all the servers gave up due to lack of power and we were wondering what's wrong like idiots.
Life is simple here.. Like H says: "You are so worried about body shape, what you eat.. Bang.. you get hit by a bus and never had to eat any fat juicy beef. We cannot somehow escape our destiny. Whether we are born in a rich/ poor family. . whether we are chinese/muslim or indian.. Maybe it's all written up there in heaven.
What's the point to have $$$ but no time for friends? Plain stupidity. $ is nevertheless important.
Like my friend K. who is NUS scholar but returning back to Mauritius soon after 1 year of work exprience in SG. Family is more important.
For me the only reason I want to stay and remain in Singapore is that I have singaporean godparents who never let me down. Singapore is a society where everything is based on money and every singaporean fight in their own ways for money. That's competition.
Preparing myself for the final moments. I do not know when I will return to Madagascar again.
The waiters and receptionists with whom i spent easter with and to whom I distributed easter chocolate.
The engineers who are always so chirpy and happy.
Everytime i leave sg for more than 1.5 months, I get teary to leave my godparents but I'm so happy to see my parents as well. When I leave Mauritius, it's with wet eyes that I leave my home country where all the childhood was spent in the desserted streets and hilly mountains.
This time as well its gonna be party followed by lots of hugs.
"It was you who made my Blue Eyes Blue" - Eric Clapton
Yesterday, we went to a muslim restaurant called "ABU NAWASS". It's always so much fun to go out on car ride with the engineer buddies. We watch lots of Arabian TV. "Music Arabia" was the TV channel. Many nice and sexy clips.. very sexy clips. We ate beef brochettes, I took 1/2 grilled chicken that looked more like 1/5 grilled chicken.. French fries.
In the evening I went to B's gym. Paid one entrance fee but did not do much as it was close to closing time. The monitors are very friendly also and they really help. I did some great exercise. That lady, B., is black belt in martial arts so she can easily do stretching. Just did the normal routine to keep fit. Feel much better afterwards. That's my secret for neer falling sick. Regular exercise. Otherwise , I feel restless cannot sleep.
Today we went to a chinese restaurant. Did you know that a sort of Siew Mai is called "bouchon" i.e. wooden bottle cap in French? The "banane flambee" was particularly appetising.
I realise how fast time goes by so I'm trying my best to spend as much super happy time as possible. Because the time to part is mid-end of next week. All the laughter, we laughed until our stomach ached almost everyday. Today was even more stupid. We were all doing our work until all the servers gave up due to lack of power and we were wondering what's wrong like idiots.
Life is simple here.. Like H says: "You are so worried about body shape, what you eat.. Bang.. you get hit by a bus and never had to eat any fat juicy beef. We cannot somehow escape our destiny. Whether we are born in a rich/ poor family. . whether we are chinese/muslim or indian.. Maybe it's all written up there in heaven.
What's the point to have $$$ but no time for friends? Plain stupidity. $ is nevertheless important.
Like my friend K. who is NUS scholar but returning back to Mauritius soon after 1 year of work exprience in SG. Family is more important.
For me the only reason I want to stay and remain in Singapore is that I have singaporean godparents who never let me down. Singapore is a society where everything is based on money and every singaporean fight in their own ways for money. That's competition.
Preparing myself for the final moments. I do not know when I will return to Madagascar again.
The waiters and receptionists with whom i spent easter with and to whom I distributed easter chocolate.
The engineers who are always so chirpy and happy.
Everytime i leave sg for more than 1.5 months, I get teary to leave my godparents but I'm so happy to see my parents as well. When I leave Mauritius, it's with wet eyes that I leave my home country where all the childhood was spent in the desserted streets and hilly mountains.
This time as well its gonna be party followed by lots of hugs.
"It was you who made my Blue Eyes Blue" - Eric Clapton
lundi 16 avril 2007
Out of business
Nothing much to relate today..
Concentrating more and more on my work.
Planning to do some exercise in the hotel room in the morning.. destretch .. to lengthen the body tomorrow.
I'm gonna sleep..
Tomorrow is going to be exciting with reports reports and reports.
Concentrating more and more on my work.
Planning to do some exercise in the hotel room in the morning.. destretch .. to lengthen the body tomorrow.
I'm gonna sleep..
Tomorrow is going to be exciting with reports reports and reports.
dimanche 15 avril 2007
I'm outta love
15 April 2007
I'm outta love... at least that's what singer Anastasia is saying on the TV.
I'm not outta love. I have lots of love to give and receive. After all I'm only at 34.543% of my life... still have 200% - 34.543% to live.
The sun rises at 6:15 a.m. in the morning.. I love that. Can wake up early.. and watch the sky change to light blue. The more I think of it the more I miss home. Mauritius. J.K. finally knows how to spell the country.. after a mastermind game with only the first 2 letters correct.
I travelled by cab to the queen and king palace on the hill 19 km from the main city. It's a place where the cows have more space than the king and queen themselves. I'm not like those tourists who will take picture of everything, everywhere anyhow. The king had 12 official wifes and many unofficial ones. The view was amazing. Just like when I used to be on signal mountain top during school times in Mauritius.
Then we went to see the university. It's sweet .. a buildings or rather a few buildings amongst the rice plantations. We ate the fish samossa's that I bought in the morning. Shoprite is just next to the hotel and travestites. On the other side from the university view was small children and parents busy and happy breaking the mountain rocks into small pieces. They were surprised when I looked at them from the top. Children who do not go to school .. who will carry on the tradition of their parents. They are about 8 years old and happy to pull the wheelbarrow. They are smiling and live in their own small little world.
I also saw the french international school and took a break, walked on the hilly roads, sat on the grass to admire the view. It was a great ride. I decided to cut short the trip as M. my driver has a 2 months old baby to take care and I preferred he goes home on a Sunday evening.
I did not take a single picture. We covered the north and south portion of the city today.
I'm outta love... at least that's what singer Anastasia is saying on the TV.
I'm not outta love. I have lots of love to give and receive. After all I'm only at 34.543% of my life... still have 200% - 34.543% to live.
The sun rises at 6:15 a.m. in the morning.. I love that. Can wake up early.. and watch the sky change to light blue. The more I think of it the more I miss home. Mauritius. J.K. finally knows how to spell the country.. after a mastermind game with only the first 2 letters correct.
I travelled by cab to the queen and king palace on the hill 19 km from the main city. It's a place where the cows have more space than the king and queen themselves. I'm not like those tourists who will take picture of everything, everywhere anyhow. The king had 12 official wifes and many unofficial ones. The view was amazing. Just like when I used to be on signal mountain top during school times in Mauritius.
Then we went to see the university. It's sweet .. a buildings or rather a few buildings amongst the rice plantations. We ate the fish samossa's that I bought in the morning. Shoprite is just next to the hotel and travestites. On the other side from the university view was small children and parents busy and happy breaking the mountain rocks into small pieces. They were surprised when I looked at them from the top. Children who do not go to school .. who will carry on the tradition of their parents. They are about 8 years old and happy to pull the wheelbarrow. They are smiling and live in their own small little world.
I also saw the french international school and took a break, walked on the hilly roads, sat on the grass to admire the view. It was a great ride. I decided to cut short the trip as M. my driver has a 2 months old baby to take care and I preferred he goes home on a Sunday evening.
I did not take a single picture. We covered the north and south portion of the city today.
samedi 14 avril 2007
Le jour ou je devrais partir approche..
14 th April 2007 -
.. The day where I had to go was coming..
Life in Madagascar is fun. Last night I went with the group of system engineers to a grill/barbecue night. We were celebrating my last day in Madagascar with the guys.
We had lots of fun in office with small jokes to big jokes. Here when you order water/beer they classify as either (GM) or (PM) meaning "petit modele" and "grande modele " i.e. small model and big model. . though in english it sounds like someone with small and bog boobs.
Imagine yourself saying I want a GM for lunch.
Alternatives came in like "Prime Minister", "Project manager" , but the best remains "petite merde" and "grande merde" (Small shit and big shit)
We always cracked jokes and I was beginning to miss that on my last day. But the deal is that I always invite the team since the singapore dollar is much stronger than Ariary(Mad currency) here.
We had a quick dinner as the place where H. brought us was full of guys who drink a lot. He cling to his best friend.. the 40% alcohol drink. Apparently you can also order a 70% alcohol drink ..
B. was not feeling comfortable as her 8-year daughter was with her but we partied a bit.
The best part is after drinking only 1 bottle of beer when i stood up, the chair (heavy wooden chair) fell down... with a super loud Thump.. or "BOOM" every madagascar guy there looked at me and started laughing. I was the worst of them all. I was laughing too. It's very uncommon to find a chinese there
It's a restaurant with local standards. You know,.. no plates or spoon or forks but use hand. And tissue paper if the chicken is too hot to hold and same piece of paper to wipe the mouth.
After that they brought me up the hill .. to see the full view of antananarivo. It's a nice and chilly place with the castle of the queen of long ag and a night view of hills etc.
We had fun. It's more fun than at my hotel where the only people outside at night is a dozen of travestites. (I have absolutely nothing against them but nor do I have anyhting to deal with them)
Today I went office in the late morning.. then discovered no water.. thank god I bought my own water. I had to use it to wash my hand after I did my toilet break.. no tissue paper also. So no choice but to wait till I come back to clean my butt. No water to wash cups.
Now the good news, I just cancelled my trip back. So I'm staying here for one entire week...
This time I'm going to bring toilet paper to the office. . steal from hotel. Ahh.. tomorrow I've booked a friend of mine now.. a taxi driver for a full day around the city. Come back then work a little bit.
Got to convince the receptionist to open the gym door.. not open tomorrow morning.. I shall continue my pizza.. since I'm connected via Wifi here.
.. The day where I had to go was coming..
Life in Madagascar is fun. Last night I went with the group of system engineers to a grill/barbecue night. We were celebrating my last day in Madagascar with the guys.
We had lots of fun in office with small jokes to big jokes. Here when you order water/beer they classify as either (GM) or (PM) meaning "petit modele" and "grande modele " i.e. small model and big model. . though in english it sounds like someone with small and bog boobs.
Imagine yourself saying I want a GM for lunch.
Alternatives came in like "Prime Minister", "Project manager" , but the best remains "petite merde" and "grande merde" (Small shit and big shit)
We always cracked jokes and I was beginning to miss that on my last day. But the deal is that I always invite the team since the singapore dollar is much stronger than Ariary(Mad currency) here.
We had a quick dinner as the place where H. brought us was full of guys who drink a lot. He cling to his best friend.. the 40% alcohol drink. Apparently you can also order a 70% alcohol drink ..
B. was not feeling comfortable as her 8-year daughter was with her but we partied a bit.
The best part is after drinking only 1 bottle of beer when i stood up, the chair (heavy wooden chair) fell down... with a super loud Thump.. or "BOOM" every madagascar guy there looked at me and started laughing. I was the worst of them all. I was laughing too. It's very uncommon to find a chinese there
It's a restaurant with local standards. You know,.. no plates or spoon or forks but use hand. And tissue paper if the chicken is too hot to hold and same piece of paper to wipe the mouth.
After that they brought me up the hill .. to see the full view of antananarivo. It's a nice and chilly place with the castle of the queen of long ag and a night view of hills etc.
We had fun. It's more fun than at my hotel where the only people outside at night is a dozen of travestites. (I have absolutely nothing against them but nor do I have anyhting to deal with them)
Today I went office in the late morning.. then discovered no water.. thank god I bought my own water. I had to use it to wash my hand after I did my toilet break.. no tissue paper also. So no choice but to wait till I come back to clean my butt. No water to wash cups.
Now the good news, I just cancelled my trip back. So I'm staying here for one entire week...
This time I'm going to bring toilet paper to the office. . steal from hotel. Ahh.. tomorrow I've booked a friend of mine now.. a taxi driver for a full day around the city. Come back then work a little bit.
Got to convince the receptionist to open the gym door.. not open tomorrow morning.. I shall continue my pizza.. since I'm connected via Wifi here.
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