Any engineer here?

[snrcitizen]

The staircases were a godsend.. especially at 3pm and 7am

Missed that opportunity. Was advised against tipping my head upwards from day 1 especially during those juicy hours.

 

[pluralism08]

Where can I stand in the fall in call?

I work in construction site as engineer too... no lobang except when once a horny colleague ask me for a thryst that's all. Nice and pretty ger okay!

One in many years... so statistically = 0.0001.

 

[bonk_syt]

Hehehehe... for me to know... Engineer here! Yes Sir.

Contractor too! Got few invitation to opportunity a couple of times... nothing happens... I am Engineer so I grade myself as too precise and too straight and lack elemental knowledge on curves and the operations... I been reading business related stuff... hope to improve on this context, first on curves then others... AQ, EQ etc.:p

 

[Birdtau08]

I am considered an engineer too. I manage them... hehehehehehhee...

Engineering Manager. :p

Looks like after this good high waves of good times... I will become Design Engineer lor... maybe...

Profession is Design... for Engineer to work on... been taught too many Engineering stuff when work with ENGINEEER... so allow me to self declare myself as one.

Designer has many opp for hehehehehhe... no comment and for me to know, for you to find out. :p

 

[Birdtau08]

I used to be an engineer. Enjoyed it very much because the production operators who worked in my factory were all horny and dying to be fucked by one.

It was considered to be a status symbol to hump an engineer. Most of the production operators only got to hump technicians.

I believe your posting. I work short time in similar capacity of work... wor... luckily I have many batched of million soldiers to let go... else surely dry up by now.

 

[pluralism08]

The pretty ones ended up getting married and quitting. The company then went through a phase where they started hiring fat ugly housewives coming out of retirement.

I quit in disgust.

Hi Leongsam, did you marry one of the gers? No flame pls, I am just curious... the what goes around comes around suddenly strike my taught....:o

 

[Tailok]

Maybe I should start some Engineer's jokes. Here goes..

An Engineer was sent to Hell by mistake. Soon the Engineer walk up to Satan and said, this is bad. We need to sumthing about this place. It's too hot and lack sanitation & facilities. Soon the Engineer install airconditioning, modern toilets, lifts, etc. Hell was soon getting more comfortable.

It soon reached the ears of GOD. He call up Satan and demands that he return the Engineer who was sent there by mistake. "No way", says Satan. He is ours now. GOD threatened Satan, "if you don't return the Engineer now, we will sue you". With that Satan laugh. "How are you going to do that?" asked Satan. "All the Lawyers are here with me".

Hahaha.. Hope no lawyer read this. I'll get sued.

 

[cowbellc]

Ah... Lower Delta Road... Operators in blue... QCs in purple. Must have been a great place to work.

National Semi? i tot it's located at Toa Payoh.

 

[Leongsam]

National Semi? i tot it's located at Toa Payoh.

That wasn't the real NatSemi anymore. That was after it acquired Fairchild and moved from Lower Delta Road to the Fairchild Toa Payoh plant which happens to be right next to the HDB block where I'm renting a room. :p

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http://www.limrichard.com/arc1984-1996/arch_c3-250296.htm

Sunday, Feb 25, 1996
The Sunday Times, Page 4

SHE was the prettiest girl in the line and l was her supervisor. I made the mistake of taking her out.


She was 19, had come from Penang, and could hardly speak English. We spoke in pidgin Mandarin and Hokkien. I liked her Hokkien, which was more sing-song like Thai, and less coarse than the version I grew up with.

I was 24, and had been a line supervisor in the factory for about a year when she joined. There were 40 girls under my charge. Their work for eight hours each shift was to prise open, with an ice-cream stick, the three legs of little silicon chips which had to be pinched together earlier in the process for scope work.


There were many lines on the factory floor, each with girls tackling one or two specific tasks under a line supervisor. Most of the other lines required scope work, and the girls who manned them were generally better qualified, with probably a Secondary Two or vocational education.
Mine was literally the End of the Line. All the minute work on the chips had been done by the time they came to my line for their legs to be prised apart and their heads to be sealed with a cap. They were ready for shipment after they were "baked" in a high-temperature oven for 12 hours or longer.


Six or eight of my girls were sealers. They each sat on a high stool in front of a glass vacuum box, and inserted their hands deep into the two black rubber gloves built into the box, to cap the chips, probably with a hydraulic press. I forget the details, because it was so long ago.


The rest of my girls sat at two long facing rows of workbenches. Each had two baskets, one with chips to be worked on, the other for finished chips. Often, the girls sat silently, prising open the legs of one chip after another in a mindless rhythm, much like a chwee-kway seller on a good morning. They could finish thousands of chips in a shift.


I plotted the line's daily productivity on a wall chart with coloured pins and each time the graph dipped, I would have to answer to my foreman who worked only during the day, from 8.30 am to 5 pm.


Line supervisors and their girls worked three rotating shifts, each lasting two weeks: the morning shift, from 7am to 3 pm- the swing shift from 3-11 pm, and the graveyard shift from 11 pm to 7 am.


The factory, National Semiconductor, was in Lower Delta Road. Most of the Chinese and Indian girls lived in the one- and two-room HDB blocks in neighbouring Bukit Merah and Tiong Bahru, and the Malay girls mainly in the kampungs tucked away in various pockets along Alexandra Road and Kampung Bahru, under Mount Faber.


The Malaysians-and there were many of them-shared rented rooms in the several five-room point blocks nearby. The girls made a little more than $200 a month, $300 when there was more overtime work.


MY GIRLS liked me, or at least I think they did not dislike me. I signed their punch-cards when they were late they did not have to give me a reason; allowed them to talk in the swing and graveyard shifts, after the foremen and admin bureaucrats had gone home.


And often, as I walked down the line, I would remark on this girl's love bites on her neck-"Wah, you have big mosquitoes in your house!"-and that girl's new haircut. Their work was tedious enough, I did not want to run them like machines.


But things changed when I started taking out the new girl. She was a bright, promising worker, but I corrupted her. She began to see herself as privileged, and so started coming in late, took longer breaks and generally did less work than the others. Soon there was a sullenness in the line where before there was always a certain cheerfulness.


And then it happened. One night, in the early pre-dawn hours of the graveyard shift, a sealer fell to the floor, the whites of her eyes turned up, saliva foaming at her mouth, and her limbs jerking in a fit. Before I knew what was happening, another girl in the line had also fallen, as if on cue, followed by a third. There was some screaming, I remember.


My two efficient line-leaders calmed the rest of the girls, and attended to the three who were thrashing about on the white-tiled floor, while I summoned the night nurse from the 24-hour, in-house clinic.


The two girls from the line recovered soon enough after the nurse came but the sealer was still caught up in a such a terrible crying jag that she had to be taken to the clinic and given a tranquiliser. She spent the rest of the shift in the narrow bed behind a curtain in the clinic.


I will never know if that episode of hysteria was linked to the new girl, but I blamed her and told her l had to stop seeing her after work. A couple of days afterwards, she called me from a hospital. She was sick, and would have to stay there for a week or longer.


At the hospital, she told me it had something to do with her intestines. I did not ask for more details. It was only much later, while I was having a cup of coffee with the night nurse in the canteen, that she referred to the girl's stoma, presuming I knew about it. I was shocked. I didn't know.


The first time I saw the quilted patch of cloth on one side of her waist tied with a bikini string round the body, I had asked her what it was. A talisman which her grandmother insisted that she wore every day, she had replied, and I had not thought about it again. I never knew it covered an aperture. How long had she been this way? She was brave, to have struck out from home to come here and live an independent life.


After she was discharged from hospital, she decided to quit and return to Penang. I took her to the train station and sat with her as she wept, while the others in the car turned round to look at us. I was relieved when the time came for the train to pull out of the station, and I had to get down from the car.


For several weeks afterwards, she wrote me long letters in Chinese. And then she stopped writing.


THESE memories came back to me recently, when Mr Gilbert Amelio CEO of National Semiconductor, visited Singapore to launch his "transformation management" book, and a week afterwards, was in the news again for being hired by Apple for an obscene sum to bring bite back to the ailing company.


Stirred by these memories, I drove down to Lower Delta Road early this week. The red-brick building was still there, but it was no longer occupied by National Semiconductor. The operator on 100 told me its new address was Lorong 3, Toa Payoh.


I drove over there to look at the new factory. It looked more high-tech not the kind of place where girls would still be prising open legs of computer chips with ice-cream sticks.


That belonged to the first phase of Singapore's industrialisation, and I guess in a small, peripheral way, I had been part of it. Operations of that kind had long ago been shifted to Malacca and Penang, and then Bangkok.
I thought I saw the girl once in a shopping centre some years ago, but I could have been mistaken.


On the last day of my almost two-year stay in the factory, some of my girls took me to a nearby studio to have a souvenir photograph taken. I have not seen them since and it was 22 years ago

 

[Tailok]

Wah.. Wat a touching story. You make me cry out for the pretty lass from Penang. I noe wats its like to work far away from home. My hometown is near Penang.

 

[pluralism08]

Maybe I should start some Engineer's jokes. Here goes..

An Engineer was sent to Hell by mistake. Soon the Engineer walk up to Satan and said, this is bad. We need to sumthing about this place. It's too hot and lack sanitation & facilities. Soon the Engineer install airconditioning, modern toilets, lifts, etc. Hell was soon getting more comfortable.

It soon reached the ears of GOD. He call up Satan and demands that he return the Engineer who was sent there by mistake. "No way", says Satan. He is ours now. GOD threatened Satan, "if you don't return the Engineer now, we will sue you". With that Satan laugh. "How are you going to do that?" asked Satan. "All the Lawyers are here with me".

Hahaha.. Hope no lawyer read this. I'll get sued.

Hehehehehhee... I laughing... nice post bro.

 

[ahbengsong]

are you enjoying your job.. or dying to get out?

Engineers are boring people.... and your question just confirmed it...

beng

 

[pluralism08]

I wonder any lady engineer here?

 

[Leongsam]

I wonder any lady engineer here?

Kiwi lady scientist.....

Fiordland study leads to top science laurel

5:00AM Friday August 15, 2008
By Craig Borley

Dr Rebecca McLeod's prize includes a trip to Britain. Photo / Greg Bowker



Cutting down rainforests can destroy life deep below the sea's surface, as well as that below the trees, a young Dunedin scientist has discovered.
The research won University of Otago marine ecologist Rebecca McLeod the top prize at last night's MacDiarmid Young Scientist of the Year Awards in Auckland.


A further 10 prizes were awarded, for young scientists researching topics ranging from well-meaning tourists' harmful effects on yellow-eyed penguins to preventing blue-stain fungi in timber.


Dr McLeod's research began 420m beneath Doubtful Sound, where the 30-year-old encountered the jawless, toothless and blind slimy hagfish.
She began to research the fish's diet, and discovered a complex food web - coastal deep-water creatures relied on neighbouring coastal forests for their food.


Slips and rivers transport logs and leaves to the sea. The vegetation sinks, rots like compost on the seafloor and produces hydrogen sulphide. That is then taken up by bacteria and, through chemical reactions, is turned into carbohydrate energy.



Those bacteria live inside clams and worms, which are eaten by the hagfish - meaning the forest nearly half a kilometre above is feeding the deep-water fish below.


She concluded the fish depended on the forest above for half their nutritional needs. Other common species, including blue cod and rock lobster, also obtained energy originally from the forests, she found.
Fiordland was one of the few places where intact rainforest bordered a pristine marine ecosystem, she said.


"That environment gives us an insight into how our coastal ecosystem functioned before humans started cutting down trees. That link, between the condition of the forest and marine life, has been largely ignored in the past.


"I guess we'll never really know how much the deforestation that's been carried out already has altered the marine environment."


Dr McLeod said the knowledge could help in future marine reserves.


Her win includes a cash prize of $10,000 and a trip to Britain to attend the British Association for the Advancement of Science festival. She is named the Young Scientist of the Year and also receives the MacDiarmid Medal.
Dr McLeod said the award would help her chances of securing research funding in New Zealand, allowing her to stay here and achieve her long-term goal - to be a NZ-based academic.


The lead judge of the awards, Rutherford Medal winner Professor Richard Faull, said the judges had looked for innovation and research brilliance, mixed with good communication and simple concepts.

 

[pia]

Kiwi lady scientist.....

Fiordland study leads to top science laurel

Beg to differ, Sam . Scientists not exactly engineers, are they?

 

[Leongsam]

Beg to differ, Sam . Scientists not exactly engineers, are they?

Saw the article and thought she was very pretty for a scientist.

Have you seen the lady scientists/engineers in Singapore? I used to work with them. It was a horrible experience.

 

[pia]

Saw the article and thought she was very pretty for a scientist.

Have you seen the lady scientists/engineers in Singapore? I used to work with them. It was a horrible experience.

Can't say I've seen any chiobu engineers around. And, engineering expertise.. also below par.

 

[vamjok]

Saw the article and thought she was very pretty for a scientist.

Have you seen the lady scientists/engineers in Singapore? I used to work with them. It was a horrible experience.

there are bound to have pretty ones. but i believe the gems are all in the biotech and chemistry sections.

went to National cancer centre recently, man the young and pretty scientists there turns me on

 

[snrcitizen]

Have you seen the lady scientists/engineers in Singapore? I used to work with them. It was a horrible experience.

Had some in my class. The chio ones would drop out and switch over to other courses. It was the ones who graduated.

Some men managed to see beauty in the brains. I was not one of those men.

 

[Tailok]

Currrent MP, Lee Bee Wah is an Engineer. Rather pretty when she was young. :p