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22 February 2015

Timer Traffic Lights

There is one of these timer traffic lights outside my place.

It will only turn red when someone pushes the button to activate it. Otherwise, it'd be green all day.

At these traffic lights, we have, typically, three types of drivers.

The first will begin to slow down when they see you at the traffic light, anticipating a change in the lights.

The second will begin to speed up when they see you at the traffic light, in the hope of passing it when it turns amber.

And then there are the third kind. The overly optimistic assholes from a long long distance away, speeding up when they know they have absolutely no chance of making it but beat the red light anyway.

So here's what I'd do. When I pushed the traffic light button, I will raise my mobile phone and point at the oncoming traffic.

Don't need to do anything on the phone. Just raise it and point it. Simple as that.

You will see cars automatically slowing down and stop when the light turns red.

Haha.

p.s. Never assume that all cars will stop when the light turns red. Start crossing only when the car(s) come(s) to a complete stop. No point arguing that you have the right of way from the hospital bed. Or worse, from the casket.


- Voxeros

21 February 2015

Running


I love to run and am blessed to be living in the Punggol area where there are many scenic routes to enjoy.

The picture above is Punggol End.

The neighbour police post (above left) should be where the lone Shell Station of the old days used to stand.

The breathtaking scenery is just reward for an awesome run.

I have been encouraged to take up cycling but I baulk at the idea of splashing thousands of dollars on a bicycle and no place to park it, lest I risk theft by parking outside on the HDB corridor.

Don't even get me started on the clothes (my tummy and I look terrible in 'em tight spandex) and helmet that will set me even further back by a couple hundred more.

There is this organic element that I like about running. Just put on a pair of running shoes and off you go. Every single kilometer covered can be called your own. No assistance from any gears nor levers. You own every step of the way.

This morning's run was very good. I was making good pace with every km under 6:30 quite effortlessly.

Perhaps I should chart a new route to Punggol End and then from there via Punggol Road all the way back home. That should be a good 16km route.

Good preparation for the half marathon to come.



- Voxeros

13 February 2015

Overloaded Truck Fail


If it were any consolation, it was a soft landing and nobody got hurt.

Oh yeah. And it made a busload of amused people very happy.

Haha.

- Voxeros
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