Its exactly one year today I’ve blogged in alvinwoon.com. I am glad it is still part of my life, despite numerous attempts to close it down or taking those long hiatus periods.
Unfortunately, postings will be far and few during the next coming few weeks as I am moving to a new place and with all the stuff that are going around, it will be hard to keep the entries coming in. But I will keep in touch. And will post some really interesting entries when everything is settled down (I have like at least 25 entries’ drafts that are sitting duck in my Wordpress right now, never get to finish em’).
Again, happy birthday to Daily misery.
Finally, ho ho ho. There’s a reason why I only had two haircuts in the states even after almost three years residing here. The barbers here just suck so bad you wish they would just shave all the hair off. That little picking-my-nose pose is just an added bonus for all the readers ^_^.
Never have I felt the need to have one but its probably appropriate to make a rough sketch of it now before I got hanged for one of my entries.
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I am too tired to write about it right now. Its one of those so-fun-that-you’re-so-tired-at-the-end-of-the-day trip. Wish there’re more bikini girls and less a mad dog.
Oh almost forget. Here’re are the photos.
It’s 6.31 pm and so here I am, in this little town called Beatrice, working and prophesizing my way of life to Kiki Lala. All these while staring at the walls looking out for spiders (we do have lots of them here, besides from raccoons). Tired and bored, my fingers somehow brought me back to my centuries old yahoo’s gallery and I found this cutesy threesome picture. There we were, Keat Siang, Meng Hok and I, still innocent and raw, enjoying our first year at University of Nebraska Lincoln. Oh it was all about the mixture of fun and stress back then. Keat Siang (who later switched his major to finance and is my current roomie), Meng Hok (coming back to do his master this fall) and I were on the verge of admitting ourselves into the nearest local psychiatric center due to the stress load in CS program (its not that the program is super hard, it is just dumb). We managed to come out in one piece, insyahallah.
And now here I am, working and talking to a dying plant. Bought my first car not so long ago and going to move to a single room apartment next week and starting to take care of my own life. I love my job. Supposedly life is good.
Yet I want something different. Something is missing.
It’s 6.58 pm. Its getting murky out there. And I am back talking to my dying plant.
This is not another one of my ‘misery entries’. Everyone calms down.
My colleague, Iris, sent me this. Its one of those Friday I guess. ^_^
Friday was the last day Yi worked for Knowledge Marketing. He will be leaving for Chicago to pursue other interest. So we had a little farewell party at our office on that day.
Here’re the photos with captions. Rollover images for captions.
It was a real bummer for all of us when we found out he was leaving. It had been real hard for him to take this very next step too, I would imagine. He loves his job so much. We’d been working closely on a couple of projects lately and I enjoy every minutes working with him. Yi is not just another software engineer that ‘will codes for food’. He is THE software engineer that ‘will lives for codes’. I was really looking forward to learn a bunch of .NET stuff from him down the road but I guess that’s not going to happen now that he’d left. The suckest part is probably the fact that he is actually fun to work with. He is a really funny guy and there’s this rumour going around that he actually microwaves his apple before he eats it. I probably dont want to know why.
So yeah, it bumped the entire team hard. Even for me who only joined the company in May. Life goes on, I guess. All the best in Chicago, dude.
Its official - moving house sucks!
You can only apologize for so many times when you realized what you’d done in the past was very wrong. You can only apologize much lesser than that if it was done by your previous grandfather or great grand father. You shouldnt even be apologizing if it was your ancestor who did the sin, no matter how wrong the matter on hand it was. So why is he, or the many other previous Prime Ministers of Japan and Germany keep apologizing for WWII? Now I do know its not necessarily everyone feel the same way as I do in regards to this, but I think that we should all move on. No?
So we should all keep shouting and cursing and hold our patriotic banners on every corner stones of all WWII memorial parks demanding more apologies from Japan or German government every year during day like this? Keep boycotting playstation and BMW maybe? Booing and making mockery chants towards every Japanese athletes in every sports events? Oh if that’s not enough to protray the burning anger buried deep inside of you and me, maybe we should grab a couple Japanese guys and hang them in public, or even better, an execution style bullets-to-the-head? We might as well rape a couple Germans girls and burn them after that. Maybe, just maybe that will be worth more of a compensation to all of us - the so called after-war victims?
This is not what we really want? We want to hold their government responsible and publically admit that what happened in World War 2 are both ethically and hystorically wrong. We want to educate future generations (including theirs) about the ugly side of war? I doubt it. So what are we seeking? A sense of memorial indictment or moral justification or some sort so that no one will ever forget or forgive what the Japanese and Germans did? Do we feel sorry and angry for what happen to our great grandparents? Is that so? So are the Jeps and Germans not entitle to a round of public apology by the allied since I’m pretty sure war crimes were committed by all sides during the war? Maybe they dont deserve it because they start the war.
Japanese government offers monies as compensation. We gladly received it with open arms and then said ‘money is not the real issue here’. Then continue asking for more but at the same time keep reasoning that the crime committed during that time can never be compensated by any finite amount of monetary value in existence.
I am not even implying that the crimes commited by the axis during WWII are lightweighted and forgivable, cuz they’re not, by any means. A lot of times I feel disgusted and sometimes hate them for what they did, and movies like Schindler’s List sends shivers down my spine. And then I watched on news about yet another public apology made by the Japanese Government. Does it make me feel good and contempt? No. Does it make them feel good? I doubt it. Should their future generations keep apologizing for what their cruel and satanic ancestors once did for the next 60 years? You tell me.
Moving on does not mean you have forgotten what has happened in the past. It means much more than that.
Today I was on the brink of throwing both my fists to the dual monitors in front of me at work. All because of one stupid javascript drop down menu. It worked perfectly in html, but once I migrated it to an aspx page, it borked! So I began carrying out a couple of debugging process. I created a new aspx blank page and moved over all the codes minus those aspx call functions from the old aspx page to the new page and the menu worked. So I added back the call functions and everything worked, again. So here I have two sets of almost identical codes but display different behavior when being displayed by the browser. *At this moment, I already start banging my head on the pc monitor*
So I downloaded Compare and Merge, a source code comparison program. I managed to spot the solution instantly. The culprit is one line of meta content tag. Bloody hell! Anyway, this program is so cool. It lays out both source code horizontally across the page and highlights the codes differences. In addition to that, you can swap codes between two files with just two mouse clicks. Magnificento! I have a feeling I’m going to use this a lot down the road.
Note: I’m not being paid by Compare and merge software company for this entry.
I havent been able to write much lately because I’m still waiting for the cable guy to come and set up my internet connection. Just chip in to let everyone know that I’m still alive and kicking.
By the way, this must has been the ugliest CSS code I ever written. Hey, as long as it works. Dont worry, I hid it in the last line of the stylesheet file for the client’s site.
[code lang="css"]
#dot{
background-image:url(images/dot_firefox.gif)!important;
background-image:url(images/dot.gif);
background-repeat:no-repeat;
height:236px;
width:8px;
position:absolute;
top:38em;
left:25.5em!important;
left:24.7em;
}
[/code]
Wee I got internet! Let me set everything up first before I post some overdue entries.
This picture concludes my long and exhausting moving journey from 25th to 23rd street (approximately 200 steps). I manage to get all the furniture in and set up my workstation. Hang this last piece of the jigsaw - a miniature MAN United jersey by my eldest sister - outside my bedroom door. Speaking of setting up my workstation, can you believe that not even Best Buy or Office Max has a DVI to VGA connector in sale? Even Chi Chiong Kai back in KL has that. No?
Anyway, what’s up with the ugly gayish blue away kits for Manchester United this season. I know things might have gone downhill lately but come on, that is a very bad color taste. They might as well just wear diaper with tight tank top to the pitch on match day.
Lately, almost all of my colleagues had suffered from a chronic Dave Chappelle’s syndrome. Everyone seems to substitute the common ‘hi’ with the word ‘biatch’ in normal conversation (except for telephone conferences with clients of course). The phrase ‘in your face’ is highly popular too. It is also very sad for me to mention that one of my neighbor has also suffered from such similiar dysfunctional mental disorder.
I guess that’s it. Good night to all the biatches.
Ahem.
No wonder they say be careful of what you wish for. *sigh*
