Thursday, November 26, 2009

Indubitably Festive

Anime Festival Asia 2009 was last weekend. Attended two days straight, just the evening on Saturday and the whole day on Sunday.

Saturday: I was supposed to be there only for the I <3 Anisong concert, but somehow it got delayed, so I got to survey the ground a bit, but no story is interesting enough from it, especially compared to Sunday's whole-day expedition.

So, the concert start at 7, supposed to be 6, but whatever. First up was Shoko Nakagawa---shokotan---did a cover of Zankoku na Tenshi Teeze, then Gurren Lagann's Sorairo Days, then it became weird. The school got older and older until she came back to the near past and sang another three Gurren Lagann songs. Made me realise how new my school is.

She seemed not to speak much English, but screams a lot of these: "I love anime" and "We are Otaku". Heh, painfully true?

Next up Hatsune Miku. Considering she is digital and a figment of our collective imagination, it was not surprising that the performance was really a screening of some pre-rendered video. At least it ended before waving light sticks at a non-existent songstress became too awkward.

In the end came Ichirou Mizuki---I really should have said launched---Hassha! He is the singer for tokusatsu, sentai, and giant robot anime. A little trivia: his career has been 40 years long with about 1200 songs in his book, has big hair, wears frilly shirt, tight pants, and flashy, reflective trench coat, also, we're supposed to call him aniki---gladly. His school is very, very, old, and of the awesome kind.

Guess what, for encore, Aniki revealed that Shokotan is a big sentai fan ...and offered her a duet for some of his songs; she obliged, and the result was awesome. They see that it was good and proceeded to sing some more songs, before the day must finally end.

I picked a large otaku* along the way home and waited for the next day.

Sunday: We, me and mister otaku, arrived early, made a little round around the festival ground and remembered: we gotta go to the maid cafe first! So there we went, maid cafe. We were given menu with nasty prices at the gate, and greeted with "Okaerinasaimase goshujin-sama" on our way to the table.

One maid per table, ours was named Hitomi, supposedly a meganekko but her glasses are always on her apron, except when taking photos, tsk. Waited a bit took a photo, got served our meal, with an ...enhancement mantra---"Hitomi no rabu-rabu"---yeah. Had our meal and got out, kinda underwhelming, but here's the photo:

Smug-looking goshujin-sama, the maid, and the pet cat. Guess who's at home when goshujin-sama's away.

Sooo, the rest of the day was a total dork-out. Taking photos of figurines, drooling over Gundam models, looking at people trying out the karaoke machine, having a go at dubbing; I voiced Edward Elric for a minute! My timing sucks big time, so let's not talk about it.

Something I never tried before: gashapon. We had a deal: it was an Evangelion set, we would try the same machine twice; if any of us got Ayanami, it'd go to mister otaku, but if it was Makinami, I'd get to keep it. The mister got Kensuke and I got Makinami. He tried again later in the day and got Shinji, I refrained, didn't want to spend all my luck at one shot. Here's my loot, by the way:

Pretty well-made for a capsule toy.

Now, 2nd day concert started on time. Today's menu: Yoshiki Fukuyama and May'n. We knew May'n, she sang some (many) songs for Macross Frontier, but Fukuyama seems a bit unfamiliar. When I heard him sang, however, I felt compelled to hand over my nerd badge for failing to recognise the man; he was the one behind Overman King Gainer's theme, and Busou Renkin's Makka na Chikai, follow through the links to see what those are all about. He also sang for Macross Seven, but I didn't watch that.

Now, he actually got a guitar and sang with it on stage. It made me realise something: the performances so far, from shokotan and aniki, were like a glorified karaoke exhibition, but this is different, this is ...more raw.

Then came May'n. And her dancers. Just after Yoshiki Fukuyama, her performance seemed ...manufactured. I was actually more looking forward to the encore where Fukuyama would, hopefully, come back on stage---at least before she started singing Lion.

The expected happened on encore. Fukuyama back on stage, and dueting with May'n; might be more interesting if they were dueling, but whatever.

End of dorking-out. Would do again. Signing off.

*Don't try this unless you know what you are doing. Seriously.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

It's kinda like that

To grow old is inevitable; to grow up is variable. Besides, old-fashioned grown-upness is a deprecated measure of a man; the measure of man is the hardness of his core and the oldness of his school.


Monday, October 5, 2009

If sleep debt can be traded

Who're going to get rich, those who sleep a lot and sell tons of sleep credit or those who buy them up so they don't have to sleep and can work some more?

Penguin, I'm making this kind of thing up instead of _not_ putting off all sleep debt to weekend.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Four Wheel Drive? (out of six)

I find that some double deckers here have 3 pairs of tyres, one in front, two at the back. When such bus turns, the front wheels turn, and the first pair at the back turn too. I never knew.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Was having an adventure in the Indonesian capital the past week.

Gaming nine-to-five, in the evening; the kind of vacation I go for.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Organ Harvesting

Been a while. No, I'm not dead yet.

I had a USB gamepad lying around. It mostly worked, but if I remember correctly one of the shoulder buttons went bonkers sometime ago. It hadn't been used for months that I guess it's about time it'd have some kind of existential angst.

Being a good person I am, I dusted it and opened it up, perhaps there'd be things of interest inside. My response to quite a lot of things I saw inside: "Hey, I can use this!". So I heated up the soldering iron, wetted the sponge, and began working. Sometime later, my small haul:

This might've saved me a couple shopping trips. That's pretty nice, considering the grocery store next door doesn't carry ferrite beads. Notable things:

Small electronic components, resistors, ceramic and electrolytic capacitors, ferrite beads, and transistors.

DC motors! They have each a half-circle metal stuck to the shaft, the vibration from them spinning is the rumble pak. The transistors were used to drive these motors, maybe I should put them to similar use.

They don't have model number printed anywhere, but I tested them on 5V/650mA power supply and they work. They'd serve as good toys.

Potentiometers! I got two of those, from each analog stick. Actually four in total, as one of those has a pair of potentiometer -for left-right and up-down.

Remember that you usually can press the analog stick in most gamepad? (They're usually called L3/R3 in PS gamepads). There's a push button attached to the case of the potentiometer. That's the button you push when you press the analog stick. I pried one off and here it is:

It fits on a breadboard and would make ideal general-purpose button when I'm testing a program for a microcontroller.

Now, harvesting organs from a working gadget is an entirely different thing from doing the same from a healthy person. I like to think that way because that's easier for my conscience. least before the robot overlords began writing the law.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Katamari Life Lessons

A warning: this is going to be long and (_perhaps_) educational.

A little intro for penguins not familiar with Katamari Damacy, or refresher for penguins who are familiar:

One crazy evening, The King of All Cosmos was drunk. In his majestic drunken frenzy, he destroyed all stars in the sky, plus the moon. Citizens of earth got confused. Being a good king, The King of All Cosmos mandated his son, the prince (of all cosmos) to descent to earth and roll things up to be made into stars. It involved intense struggle and unrelenting willpower, but the prince finally returned the starry night sky (and the moon) to rejoicing citizens of earth.

Yes, that picture on the upper left is The King and The Prince (small). Don't you wish to have a king as fabulous as that?

Wise as he is, The King didn't let his son roll around quietly; he provided soundtrack for his entertainment, and to impart some life lessons for passing by earthlings to ponder upon.

First lesson: sanity is overrated. Listen to this:

Katamari On The Rocks

In the beginning, it was just about someone learning to roll things up. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, roll this, roll that, sing all the while! Then the rolling went out of control and he began to question "Why must we roll things up? Can't we just leave them be, maybe it's better to just let them be". Of course, normal rational people would think that way.

But then he got ideas: maybe it's fun rolling things up. Few minutes later he's singing proudly that he can roll like a pro! That's a message from The King, roll your sleeves and begin rolling, no point questioning, no mind can escape the temptation.


Second lesson: Keep your heart in the Starlight Jamboree. But what is Starlight Jamboree? This:

Starlight Jamboree

In Starlight Jamboree, evaluation equals much rejoicing, examination equals festival. When things are going tough, play the drums in your heart 'pam-pam-pam-pam', then start the jamboree inside 'Staaaarlight - Staaaaaaarlight -Staaaaaaaaaaarlight - STAAAAAAR-LIGHT!' Nothing to be feared, the jamboree's raging inside!

Repel all exhaustion and worry with the jamboree. It's easy, it's just 'Staaaarlight - Staaaaaaarlight -Staaaaaaaaaaarlight - STAAAAAAR-LIGHT!'Don't panic if it gets stuck in your head, it's not because it's a catchy tune, it's because the jamboree has just began in your mind.


Third lesson: Look forward to the future. Don't be chained by yesterday. Keep on trying new things, be a challenger. Challenger to the death, challenger forever. The King wouldn't agree to make a star from a katamari made by someone who doesn't have it in him to challenge himself, because such star wouldn't shine!

Tsuyogari Katamari

Bluffing Katamari

I was defeated by the magic of alcohol
it was such a sweet spell, and I couldn't resist
but that's all in the past now
I don't need it anymore
no more, ain't needing it anymore

I'm gonna change from now
refresh  re-fresh
I'm not gonna turn back, I'll press on forward
I wanna do new things,
things I never see, things I never hear
I'm always a challenger
my rival is myself

I used to long for strength,
the power to reduce everything to zero, such strength
but that's exactly what weakness is
and I don't need it anymore
no more, ain't needing it anymore

I'm gonna change from now
refresh  re-fresh
I'm no gonna lose anything, I'm making things
I wanna do new things,
things I never see, things I never hear
I'm always a challenger
I can go anywhere

But when I look around,
nobody's there, I'm alone
anxiety spins 'round in me
let's sing with words I've never heard before
la-la-la-la-ma, la-la-la-ma-ma
I'm not gonna worry
anxiety's kinda fun
my heart's pounding, flutttering
I'm always a challenger
boredom is my enemy

I'm gonna change from now
refresh  re-fresh
I'm not gonna stand still, I can keep on walking
I wanna do new things,
things I never see, things I never hear
I wanna keep being a challenger (I wanna keep being a challenger)
when I die, I'll die a challenger (when I die, I'll die a challenger)
I'm a challenger forever (I'm a challenger forever)


Fourth lesson: and final lesson for today. I can't possibly catch all lessons The King of All Cosmos was trying to say, and it'd be unwise to just unroll them all in one go; it'd make me run out of material. The lesson is:

  • love nature,
  • eat properly,
  • get enough sleep,
  • go outside in the sun sometimes,
  • seriously, be nice to people

Then shine bright as a constellation. Surprisingly sane, considering it's from The King of All Cosmos? Maybe, look at the video:

Katamari Love

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


In one of my past expeditions, I tried to capture sunset from Nanyang House; thwarted by weather. I mostly forgot about that until last Saturday. I was near one of the libraries and there it was: the sky glowing orange in the distant. Good thing I had my camera with me.

One thing: sunset is really an ephemeral thing. During the time it took me to walk along the rooftop walkway to get a better view, most of the sun had been below the horizon. By the time I'm finished keying in some settings to the camera, it had practically sunk under the horizon of trees.

Still, wasn't it beautiful! Click through to see the photos in its original size, these small ones don't do it justice.

Sunday, March 22, 2009


I have had memory problem for years. Even if I don't have a bloatware as operating system, 512MB of RAM is pretty weak nowadays. Unless if I'm running something really lightweight, which I don't plan to. Now, 4.5 years are a pretty good time to put off upgrading, right? I'm discounting replacing monitor, adding HDD, and getting a working power supply.

So I took the liberty to get a pair of 2GB RAMs in the recent sardines-fest, ehm, IT show. Cool, memory deficiency solved, huh? Well, no. I have another deficiency: selective lack of attention to detail. I didn't remember the spec of my motherboard and didn't bother to review it. So I was in front of my computer, casing open, trying to fit the chips in, then enlightenment happened: my board was so obsolete it didn't support the new memory chips.

Fine, I've been contemplating upgrade for-ever anyway, might as well. Couple days later I found myself walking home, a bag in hand with a new motherboard, cpu (Intel Core2Duo E8400) , and gpu (NVidia XFX GeForce 9500 GT) inside. Predictably, the next step should be: disconnect the old board, mount the new one, connect all the peripherals, and boot, maybe skipping dinner while enjoying the new, bleeding fast, machine. Not so easy. Over the years, something clever happened and the power supply connection to the motherboard changed. I couldn't just plug in my old supply and fly, instead I was left with an agenda for the next day: get a power supply.

Next evening, all's in place. Time to boot, the moment of truth. Guess what: it mostly worked. Only, mostly wasn't quite there. Here's the problem: if I install the proprietary driver for my new gpu, the thing would just fail and I'd be thrown to low graphics mode. Let's go directly to the lesson: I was booting the wrong kernel version and the driver didn't work with kernel header from that version.

It was surprising. I update my system whenever there's an update, including kernel update, so how can I be booting the wrong version? Turns out it's a side effect of a sloppy patchwork I did months ago. I'm booting 2.6.24, while I actually have 2.6.27 (x_x). I have two HDDs, my system is installed in the second one, the first one has an emergency OS. The computer uses the grub on the emergency disk, which knows I have an OS on the second disk, but that grub wasn't updated whenever I upgrade the kernel, the grub on another disk was, and I couldn't use that due to some penguin-up I did some time ago. I can't remember what.

The fix was simple though: just put lines describing the new kernel on the emergency disk's grub list. It's in /boot/grub/menu.lst on the respective disks, don't forget to back it up first. After that, the gpu driver installed in a breeze and mad giggling ensued. I used envyng.

Some other practical lesson:

  • Ctrl+Alt+F1...6 for a command line in case the GUI hates you. ☆☆☆
  • sudo dpkg-reconfigure -phigh xserver-xorg to restore your X settings in case something goes fubar there.
  • htop is very useful, I relied on it a lot to search and kill processes during the driver snafu.
  • Keeping your computer running with barely passable patchworks would backfire eventually.

Now I can say to Firefox to go ahead and eat all that memory (but really, it shouldn't!), and all my HD videos run without slowdown, I don't even have to close any other program before playing them too! Goodbye framedrop. Maybe I'll try some games when I have the time.

Next, I should think up some use for the old machine. Obsolete or not, it has got enough juice to do many neat things, and as long as it's not used, it's just crampying up my cramped place.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Keeping Count

Rain. Once I got rained pretty generously in the middle of a run. It felt kind of nice, but the novelty wore off soon after I got soaked. Luckily, hot shower got me off flu just with a little sneezing the next morning.

I still run, though unfortunately, not so disciplined. Still, I'm making progress. When in the beginning I could only do one lap on the running track before walking, I can do six now, but there's a problem. I said running is great because I can't think much; that get in the way of something: keeping count. It's useless to say I could do six laps if I lost count in the middle. Here's what I do then:

Strings. I tie them around my fingers and take one off after each lap. Problem solved. They're slightly distracting though.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Island Bound

Sea. What kind of thoughts does it invoke? It used to be not so much; salty water, sand grains hard to shake off sandals, weird fishes, blazing sun —heat, sweat, ice cream!

Looking at the sea is kind of like looking at a clear night sky: sometimes I just can't get my eyes off it, even when it stays practically the same for minutes, then I take my camera.

This one's from East Coast, Singapore. Point-and-shoot didn't seem like the right stuff to point at cargo ships deep in the night, so I waited until sunrise, riding around on a bicycle talking to myself.

This one's from the sea near Fjaltring, somewhere in western Denmark. The wind was so strong I was bombarded with sand, and my glasses ...weren't the cleanest after.

From the same place, same time, though the sun does look heavy and ominous in this one.

Another one, I just like the scenery so much.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Digital Beethoven

A case: you have to look at a measuring instrument every few seconds for some long minutes but don't want to use stopwatch because you want to concentrate on something else, what then? Also there is a laptop available.

In my case, I made a python script to play a sound file every few seconds to interrupt me from whatever I was reading or discussing, and look at the instrument. The sound file would say something like "take measurement", "take reading", or "look at the meter", just because. I used winsound from python standard library, it's simple. It's a Windows specific thing, but as I'm stuck with windows at work anyway, might as well.

The fun wasn't actually in getting the script work and getting the experiment done more effectively, it was in discovering how easy it is to make a sinusoid beep at (almost) any audible frequency. So, something has to be done during the wait times and it was this: Für Elise in beeps.

import time as t
import winsound as w

#musical scale. Some are off by some hertz, don't protest
middle = {'C': 262,
         'D': 294,
         'd': 312,
         'E': 330,
         'F': 349,
         'G': 392,
         'g': 416,
         'A': 440,
         'B': 494,
         ' ': 37}

#the duration for a quarter note in miliseconds. Arbitrary, don't complain
beat = 498

#the score, believe it
elise = [('E5',0.5),('d5',0.5),
        ('E5',0.5),('d5',0.5), ('E5',0.5), ('A4',0.5), ('D5',0.5), ('C5',0.5),
        ('G4',1.5),('C4',0.5), ('E4',0.5), ('A4',0.5),
        ('B4',1.5),('E4',0.5), ('g4',0.5), ('B4',0.5),
        ('C5',1.5),('E4',0.5), ('D5',0.5), ('C5',0.5),
        ('B4',1.5),('E4',0.5), ('E4',0.5), ('E5',0.5),('E4',0.5),
        ('E5',0.5),('E5',0.5), ('E6',0.5), ('d5',0.5),('E5',0.5),('d5',0.5),
        ('E5',0.5),('d5',0.5), ('E5',0.5), ('d5',0.5),('E5',0.5),('d5',0.5),
        ('E5',0.5),('d5',0.5), ('E5',0.5), ('B4',0.5),('D5',0.5),('C5',0.5),
        ('A4',1.5),('C4',0.5), ('E4',0.5), ('A4',0.5),
        ('B4',1.5),('E4',0.5), ('g4',0.5), ('B4',0.5),
        ('C5',1.5),('E4',0.5), ('E5',0.5), ('d5',0.5),
        ('E5',0.5),('d5',0.5), ('E5',0.5), ('B4',0.5),('D5',0.5),('C5',0.5),
        ('A4',1.5),('C4',0.5), ('E4',0.5), ('A4',0.5),
        ('B4',1.5),('D4',0.5), ('C5',0.5), ('B4',0.5),

#this code plays the score
for elem in elise:
   freq = int(middle[elem[0][0]]*(2**(int(elem[0][1])-4)))
   dura = int(beat*elem[1])

   #this is what makes the sound
   w.Beep(freq, dura)

   #a blink interval between notes, so the same note played twice would
   #still have a pause in between

Go ahead and dissect it, maybe something interesting would come out. To try it out yourself: save the code into '', get python interpreter if you haven't, open your '' in the interpreter, pull your hair out after listening to the robotic piece

Something similar can be done with wave library, which is not windows specific, only I still can't be bothered to read the documentation

Friday, January 30, 2009

Exquisite Breakfast

Sliced bread and peanut butter for breakfast. How ordinary, follow that and maybe you can claim that you comply to some obscure international standards, maybe intergalactic. Then again, who blogs about breakfast these days and age? Would someone please send Ryan the memo saying penguins dislike meal blogging except at a culinary blog?

No way, this is about a discovery, or maybe a rediscovery of common sense. Which of course is not so common and occasionally not making any sense at all. It begins during my internship two years ago, early morning and me weren't in friendly terms and I had to catch a bus before sunrise. Skipping breakfast was a no-no, so I came up with a plan: I'd make breakfast, which was just bread and whatever spread I had handy before sleep, wrap it nicely with tissue papers and enjoy it in the few minutes I had between waking up and falling asleep again (only in bus). Only, 'enjoy' is just not the right word.

Firstly, leaving sliced bread all night makes it dry, so my breakfast tasted more like sponge and chocolate most of the time. Secondly, the minutes there are to enjoy it were just not there, and again that first reason. Well, I braved through it because there wasn't much choice.

It turns out the solution isn't complicated. Not about the time though, just the drying part. If I put the dry bread on top of a mug full of something like milk or milo, and microwave it for 3 minutes, then eat it after dipping into whatever I have in the mug, it actually works fine. Nice even. Now I can push more overhead to the night and have some extra minutes to snore in the morning. Fabulous!

Go ahead and make yourself a sandwich if you just marched through the text.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Sleepy Logger

My senior high history teacher once said that he only sleeps 4 hours a day. He said if you sleep 8 hours, you'd spend 1/3 of your life sleeping, and when you sleep, you don't get anything done. That inspired my sleep-pinching ways during university. Though people who know me would testify otherwise and they wouldn't be lying; I managed only to implement it halfway. I stay awake late (to increase uptime) and try to still get up early (to reduce downtime), guess which part always fail.

Along the way, I've compromised that principle and chose to get enough sleep so as not to be on the verge of drop down snoring all day. Yes, having a defined working hours contribute to that. Still, I found out I keep logging into dream world pretty late anyway. So here's an idea: let's be somewhat accountable and log my bedtime and wake up time everyday, maybe some interesting pattern would emerge. besides, looking at some numbers might (significantly) reduce the ambiguity in 'enough sleep' and 'not enough sleep'.

So how's the result? After 3 weeks, I see an entirely not rare pattern. Not much sleep in the weekdays, and quite much during the weekends (and holidays). In numbers:

  • average weekdays: 5.89 hours
  • average weekends: 9.13 hours

How healthy it is, I'll decide when I finally break down.

While I'm at it, I also log what kind of meal I have everyday. Nothing fancy like how much sugar or fat or awesome each have, just what it is called. Two interesting result so far are: I habitually skip breakfast in the weekends, and the later I get off work, the more snack I have.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Unwelcome Runaway

I hated running. It's tiring, it makes me all sweaty (and that would result in higher pile of laundry) among other things. I thought it's a thing that one do only to chase buses, when getting chased by penguins, and some other isolated cases. Anyway, my opinion was that as long as I can run at decent speed for decent time to occasionally chase buses all is well. I don't expect to be chased by a waddle of penguins anytime soon anyway.

Then, the year turned. I went back from holiday at home stuffed. You see, at home anything could be dessert. Some nights batagor was dessert (don't argue this), other nights pempek was (don't argue this too), and some other nights good ol' ice cream was. Wait, not just nights, day too! Also, always as dessert; I had a proper meal before as far as I can recall.

After all that, I was feeling ...unwieldy. I needed to move, burn things down, stuffs like that. Then idea struck: I always visit NTU every week, why not run while I'm there? The air's good, the scenery's okay, and again I always visit anyway. With the right preparation maybe running is not so bad; right preparation, but what's that?

Running with full gears on—phone, wallet, keys, pens, notepad, etc—would be horrible. Add bag to the picture and it would be doublerrible. It would be like chasing after a double-decker around the university (and never catching up). So the first step is to contact some friends who live in the dorms and try to get one to agree to harbor my equipments for a couple hours [Wowies, Ryan unequipped things: STR -10, DEF -10, AGI +30, call for help, penmanship ability disabled]. Actually, the first step is to patch that iron-burn hole on my old high school training pants, but let's not go into details. Next step is go for it. Good penguins, it's only two steps long!

I decided I would take a long route around the campus first, finish at the running track and do a few run-walk cycle there, closed with a short sprint (as if the bus is actually a race car and I'm waaay late for work). The whole thing would be in the evening, don't want to fall down early in hot weather. First thing I realised: I overlooked NTU's hilly terrain. Any route I take would involve some uphill and downhill. That's easy to cheat: walk uphill, run downhill; don't protest I did admit it's cheating. Second: my run to walk ratio is pretty disastrous. Any worse and I would be obliged to call the exercise "Walking and occasionally simulating a bus chase". Well, I'll see if there'd be improvement over time, but I'd have to have the resolve to do it regularly first. Third: regular glasses get in the way so I leave it with my other stuffs (Oh no, SIGHT -2), I'm a little myopic so places with very low traffic and plenty space for pedestrian is best. Well, NTU is one.

Tell you what, it felt great. It's a time for myself (which I most of the time happy to have). I can have that kind of time just by sitting on an empty bench somewhere, or by walking. The amazing thing is, by running my mind is occupied by keeping breath pace and putting one foot in front of the other, I don't worry about anything else, I can't. Even if anything would come to mind, pain and fatigue from my joints would distract me, it's in a way liberating (I remember being told that by someone, but only now I'm convinced). Simple running can actually be a real running away, cool.

The activity is two weeks old now, with one session a week. I should really wait for more data before saying this, but I can feel myself improving. The run to walk ratio in the second week is better (my feeling, I don't actually quantize it), and I can run around the running track twice before walking for one round. Still it could be environmental and not really an improvement at my side. This reminds me of my Karate training when I was a junior high student, the Senpai would make us run one cycle more each week, no excuse, no walking phase either.

Now for a little story. Most lights were turned off in the center by the time, on the second week I noticed that I could see quite some stars from the track, so I lied down on the side after running to get a closer look. It's a solemn moment, I might keep running so that I could do this after. No photographic evidence, try it out yourself.

In closing, good habits are frail; I don't know how long I can keep this up—hopefully long enough. If frailty is not enough problem, I tend to treat myself to some chocolate afterwards. If you just read the whole thing, it might not hurt to treat yourself to some too!