Saturday, May 19, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
@DT on my new Thinkpad
I guess I've pretty much settled into the apartment now. I'll get some photos up soon.
The last few days have been fairly boring. Work hasn't been too exciting; mostly keying in numbers and other fairly mundane tasks, such as queries and photocopying (ugh). Time really takes a long time to fly when you are not doing something substantial. At PBC when I was working on the project, I would be surprised when it's lunch time already; now it's not arriving soon enough. Eight hour work days are starting to get on my nerves. I hope I get something bigger to do soon.
Tonight I made congee. It was crazy. Last night I decided to make rice in a pot because I found some rice in the cupboard and I was bored shitless and didn't want to study anymore. And it worked! I packed the rice away in the fridge (for lunch) and filled the pot with water so I can wash it tomorrow. When I got home and saw the pot of rice slurry, I said to myself, "Let's add some more rice see if I can make congee!!!" And it also worked!!!
Anyways, the apartment is actually fairly well equipped, thanks to all the previous co-ops probably. There are a lot of seasonings and spices, paper towels, ziplocks, tea, etc. But it's damn lonely here. After feeding myself, I always feel lost on what to do next. Study? I won't have to do that after next Wednesday. I think I definitely made the right decision to get a laptop. I'll go crazy otherwise.
The last few days have been fairly boring. Work hasn't been too exciting; mostly keying in numbers and other fairly mundane tasks, such as queries and photocopying (ugh). Time really takes a long time to fly when you are not doing something substantial. At PBC when I was working on the project, I would be surprised when it's lunch time already; now it's not arriving soon enough. Eight hour work days are starting to get on my nerves. I hope I get something bigger to do soon.
Tonight I made congee. It was crazy. Last night I decided to make rice in a pot because I found some rice in the cupboard and I was bored shitless and didn't want to study anymore. And it worked! I packed the rice away in the fridge (for lunch) and filled the pot with water so I can wash it tomorrow. When I got home and saw the pot of rice slurry, I said to myself, "Let's add some more rice see if I can make congee!!!" And it also worked!!!
Anyways, the apartment is actually fairly well equipped, thanks to all the previous co-ops probably. There are a lot of seasonings and spices, paper towels, ziplocks, tea, etc. But it's damn lonely here. After feeding myself, I always feel lost on what to do next. Study? I won't have to do that after next Wednesday. I think I definitely made the right decision to get a laptop. I'll go crazy otherwise.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
OMGWFTLOL @ Digg
It seems like the populace has completely overran Digg today. Every story on the front page is the about the process key and they are all getting mad diggs every second now.
Wow. And the site is now down... Bum bum bum...
Wow. And the site is now down... Bum bum bum...
Dizzy
Oh man what the hell is wrong with me...
I arrived at Gilmore station after work and I saw that a train was arriving. I decided to run up to the platform and got into the skytrain in time. No seats, but that was to be expected at around 5:30. I thought everything was fine as I waited for my body to slow down. I'm not sure if the train's motion compounded the problem but my breathing wasn't slowing down. My chest felt like a ton of bricks and my head started to feel dizzy. I was suffocating; the air inside the train was stale and sour. I felt like I was on the verge of collapsing. I needed air! When the train stopped at Lake City Way, I disembarked.
My head was held in a vice. The world around me seemed to be out of phase. I was watching a TV set that was tuned to the wrong settings. The screen is of static and rainbow coloured noise, and it was slowly fading into a veil of white. I walked along the platform, desperately trying to orient myself, hoping my body can maintain its dominance over gravity. I realized that walking is not helping; I needed to sit down. I thought about pulling out my phone and calling 911. There was a Korean mother with her son on the only bench on the platform. I can feel the dizziness taking over. I pushed myself further and sat down on a ledge next to the glass wall of the station. The escalators across from me looked like a fuzzy mess; I felt like a bum.
I closed my eyes and held my head in my hands. Was this going to work? Am I going to pass out? I was scared. I was desperate. As I opened my eyes again, I could see that my vision was returning. The world is no longer like an overexposed photograph. I took out my water bottle and sipped while I remained crouched against the glass as I waited for the next train. I felt immensely relieved, thought it was not enough to wash away all of the fear. I didn't realize how absurdly out of shape I was until this moment today, and I must not let this go on through summer.
On a lighter note, today marks the beginning of the end of yet another DRM system:
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I arrived at Gilmore station after work and I saw that a train was arriving. I decided to run up to the platform and got into the skytrain in time. No seats, but that was to be expected at around 5:30. I thought everything was fine as I waited for my body to slow down. I'm not sure if the train's motion compounded the problem but my breathing wasn't slowing down. My chest felt like a ton of bricks and my head started to feel dizzy. I was suffocating; the air inside the train was stale and sour. I felt like I was on the verge of collapsing. I needed air! When the train stopped at Lake City Way, I disembarked.
My head was held in a vice. The world around me seemed to be out of phase. I was watching a TV set that was tuned to the wrong settings. The screen is of static and rainbow coloured noise, and it was slowly fading into a veil of white. I walked along the platform, desperately trying to orient myself, hoping my body can maintain its dominance over gravity. I realized that walking is not helping; I needed to sit down. I thought about pulling out my phone and calling 911. There was a Korean mother with her son on the only bench on the platform. I can feel the dizziness taking over. I pushed myself further and sat down on a ledge next to the glass wall of the station. The escalators across from me looked like a fuzzy mess; I felt like a bum.
I closed my eyes and held my head in my hands. Was this going to work? Am I going to pass out? I was scared. I was desperate. As I opened my eyes again, I could see that my vision was returning. The world is no longer like an overexposed photograph. I took out my water bottle and sipped while I remained crouched against the glass as I waited for the next train. I felt immensely relieved, thought it was not enough to wash away all of the fear. I didn't realize how absurdly out of shape I was until this moment today, and I must not let this go on through summer.
On a lighter note, today marks the beginning of the end of yet another DRM system:
09F911029D74E35BD84156C5635688C0
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Typical TVB Plot Lines
I never understood why TVB thinks that when one realizes that one's closest had lied to him since birth, they will always go bonkers and get all pissed off and then runs away. It is usually for something along the lines of "I'm not your true father"; in my case, it is "I'm not your uncle but I'm your brother!".
I'm not going to waste time on the utter absurdities of this premise because this is TV after all. What bugs me is why would anyone suddenly feel angry in that situation? Personally I would feel shocked, a little awkward when I have to confront the person again, but angry? Hell no! I would be curious to learn about why such a ridiculous lie was manufactured in the first place. For me at least, anger is a negative feeling triggered when something pisses me off. Why would uncovering that truth negatively affect me at all? Will learning that truth suddenly change history and make my happy carefree childhood transform into a period of endless trauma and lashings?
I'm not going to waste time on the utter absurdities of this premise because this is TV after all. What bugs me is why would anyone suddenly feel angry in that situation? Personally I would feel shocked, a little awkward when I have to confront the person again, but angry? Hell no! I would be curious to learn about why such a ridiculous lie was manufactured in the first place. For me at least, anger is a negative feeling triggered when something pisses me off. Why would uncovering that truth negatively affect me at all? Will learning that truth suddenly change history and make my happy carefree childhood transform into a period of endless trauma and lashings?
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Nostalgia
I just visited pmssblues.net, my high school website. I have pretty fond memories of working on it four years ago. It has barely changed over the past few years, which either means my team did a bang up job or the new team are just a bunch of lazy asses. I'll bet on the latter.
Actually I wonder if there is even a web team anymore; most of the information seem out of date. It seems like the website has been reduced to a repository of newsletters and the daily Times. Gone are a days of staying in school until 7:30pm to work on Blue Shift, inking manga in Photoshop while contemplating what places will deliver food to a high school at 7pm. Instead, now I stay in an office until 6:30pm waiting for Excel to finish a damn lookup so I can redo a calculation.
What is also funny is that for the IB resource page, a page that I created if I may add, no one bothered to change the original user name nor the password. Moreover, they didn't even bother to remove the administrator account! Haha, if people only knew how stupidly easy it is to get into the administrator account... Anyways I doubt anyone at PMSS right now really knows how the script works. I also noticed that no new exams are added, so my baby is dead.
Apparently PMSS now has "IB Buisiness [sic] and Management". I wonder who is teaching it; if it is who I think it is then good luck to those who chose to take it. Hear me my fellow IB-screwed-kids from Port Moody. Your IB grade is highly dependent on who is teaching it--a lot of them have no clue what is going on. Get the syllabus and know what you need to learn before it is too late. There are still a couple of days before the May exams :P.
Actually I wonder if there is even a web team anymore; most of the information seem out of date. It seems like the website has been reduced to a repository of newsletters and the daily Times. Gone are a days of staying in school until 7:30pm to work on Blue Shift, inking manga in Photoshop while contemplating what places will deliver food to a high school at 7pm. Instead, now I stay in an office until 6:30pm waiting for Excel to finish a damn lookup so I can redo a calculation.
What is also funny is that for the IB resource page, a page that I created if I may add, no one bothered to change the original user name nor the password. Moreover, they didn't even bother to remove the administrator account! Haha, if people only knew how stupidly easy it is to get into the administrator account... Anyways I doubt anyone at PMSS right now really knows how the script works. I also noticed that no new exams are added, so my baby is dead.
Apparently PMSS now has "IB Buisiness [sic] and Management". I wonder who is teaching it; if it is who I think it is then good luck to those who chose to take it. Hear me my fellow IB-screwed-kids from Port Moody. Your IB grade is highly dependent on who is teaching it--a lot of them have no clue what is going on. Get the syllabus and know what you need to learn before it is too late. There are still a couple of days before the May exams :P.
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