I don't think anything can rival this little kid's imagination. I was the most impressed with the diy ticket dispenser. So adorable to see him crawl behind the little machine to push the tickets out!
The part two of this video shows how the world has transformed since exposure to Caine's Arcade. One of the most notable appearances was by Rob Manning, Chief Engineer at NASA.
In his segment, he shared how when he was much younger, he used to build functional spacecrafts out of cardboard in his backyard. Fast forward a few years, he is still building spacecrafts, but spacecrafts that go into actual space. You'd know him by his most famous project, the Mars Rover. How about that!
One of the highlighted people in this video stresses that the basic education system is no longer sufficient for the new generation, and that our children must learn to be innovators and inventors.
Nirvan, the man who started it all, has a memorable line, "The idea is not only to give the kids the tools to build the things that they can imagine but to also imagine the world that they can build."
The future belongs to those who literally think outside of their cardboard box and see the world, re-imagined, through the eyes of their childhood and to bring that idealized vision to life.
Goddammit I should have stayed in engineering.
Okay this post was supposed to be about the spirit of entrepreneurship and not so much innovation, so anyway knowing my shitty memory I might lose track of these soon so I'll pen them down.
When I was about 8, I stayed at my grandma's place when my parents went to work. Me, my sister and my cousins would spend most weekdays playing together and using everything in my grandma's house.
So one day, I overheard my grandma saying her electricity and water bills have shot up since we started coming over so often. In the same period, I snuck open my mum's Medisave letters for fun and read briefly about different classes of wards, such as Class A, Class B, and Class C, which Class C being the cheapest.
So I started to install a class system in our bathroom.
Hahah my sister and cousins must have hated my idea. Anyway, so I pinpointed the three classes of water and how much it costs for them and me to use it.
Class A: Clean, shower head water. This one costed 50 cents for half an hour I think
Class B: Clean water gathered from buckets where the shower head drips. This one costed 30 cents for half an hour
Class C: Recycled water from pots where my grandma boiled veggies and washed kitchen stuff in. Needless to say this was the least popular choice despite being 10 cents for half an hour
I tried to gather them and tell them about this system but of course, I couldn't track if they stuck to it and all of them probably didn't give a shit but awww what a weird girl I was back then.
There was also a period where I liked drawing, and so I decided to make a living out of it. I would draw on papers from my mum's old company, Plytech Engineering, and then write the price of it at the top right corner. They were mostly 10 cents, with the most expensive being 50 cents.
My sister was my biggest (maybe most reluctant) fan. She would regularly buy my 50 cents drawings. My god because of how deeply this memory lodged in my mind, I will always feel the need to buy my sister nice stuff when I revisit it. I am going to buy her a bag after this post. Yep.
Fast forward a few years, me and a few small names pioneered the preloved blogshop trend in 2008. Fast forward a few exponentially large mistakes later, I dropped the idea of site sales and tried app sales, namely carousell.
My first international deal, wa fuck I am so proud of this, was this indonesian who wanted to bring in ten pieces of one of my stocks to resell in his country. He chose ten to sample his market and for the first time, I sold stuff across my border! That sounded like a drug deal! I need better word usage!
Subsequently he told me it was a hit but that he wanted to experiment with basketball attires next and asked if I could import it in, qc it and then export it to him. It was a product which me and my then boyfriend had no confidence in so we discontinued the short-lived partnership. Shame.
Sidetracking, when I was 8 years old, I was given a diskette by my mum. I wrote Microsoft Word stories at home and when I went to my grandma's, I had to rewrite it. So she gave this nifty thing to me and said I could save it and open the file anywhere.
Thus my first 2000 word story was born, featuring titular characters such as my grandma, my sister, my baby brother and my cousins. I even drew the storyboard for it. I gave them all professions and housing plans and preferred luggage contents. I was dead serious on my shit hahah.
I watched a lot of Pokemon and hence, I decided to do my own Pokemon magazine. It was all of seven pages long and in one of the segments, I interviewed a Venusaur. I asked the tough questions, such as, "Bulbasaur is a boy, why did he involve into a girl (referring to the flower-bearing, girly Venusaur)?"
So my inappropriateness started at a young age I see.
My sister said once that she didn't know what to do now that her poly education was completed. She said she didn't know what life holds and what path to take. And I told her to think back, the same way I'll say it now.
Think back, way back.
Before money was a factor in your life, what was it that bought you the greatest joy? Was it writing? Was it drawing? Was it selling stuff? Of course not, because those were mine. Think of your own man.
I regularly try to think of ways to combine all that I love together into a functional, money-making project but it is a hard combination. Fuck why couldn't I have loved electronics. Goddammit I could be building delivery drones by now if I could program more than the hell-raising phrase, "Hello world!"
Look at how beautifully each later segregated and peaked towards the center oh rainbow orgasm.
I have been trying to conquer a rainbow cheesecake for the longest time and due to a lack of ingredients, I grudgingly decided on this.
I failed two or three times previously so I put a disgustingly large amount of effort to even out all the colors this time. Armed with a toothpick I must have sat there for a good hour just evening out the edges of each color.
So fucking gorgeous I could weep.
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