Can't help but to be totally egged out now that everyone with nuffnang sponsored ad is currently doing their bit promoting whatzername egg. Can things get more original than this? ;)
I bet Toots would love this. The last time we had an outing she ate like 3 eggs in one seating!!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Junk or Treasure?
Well, it is true that one's junk could be another's treasure..and nowadays, it comes with a price tag.
I have came across so many preloved websites, or blogs that offer their "old seldom used" stuff, or "impulse purchase" at a dirt cheap price. Ok it is reasonable if they offer you their designer's handbags that you can't afford to buy directly from the boutique even if it is on 50% sale; given that it is in good condition, well maintained, comes with the dust bag and a warranty card; but old used clothes? I don't want to be presumptuous to say that people are surely desperate for money or being judgemental, but I think it is better to give it away than to sell it for RM5 or RM10.
There are still a lot of poor people out there that could use a set of new clothes or two; and am sure by doing that you help to put a smile on their face too.
When I was young, every year my dad would collect our old but still wearable clothes and took it with him to work. Since his work required him to travel to the very nook and cranny of my hometown, so whenever he came across a poor family especially the ones with many small children, he would approach the family and gave them our clothes. He even once took me to that area and asked me to give it to them myself and since I was really young, stupid and selfish, I couldn't appreciate it as much because at that point of time I think all that I care about was either this girl or that boy would end up wearing my t-shirts, of which some of them I still fancy.
Nowadays, from time to time, we still collect our old clothes and ask my uncle to give it to anyone who needs it. I guess my dad's act of kindness has influenced him to carry on with the good deed all these years. He will make sure that we don't give out anything that would look better in a thrash bin rather than on people and still in good condition to at least hold well for few months if not years.
I know there are organisations out there that provide temporary storage and collect clothes, food, baby supplies and other stuff and would then help to disseminate these collections to those in need.All you have to do is to google them.
I’m not so much of a big charity drive person nor would I organise any charity event, but I guess whatever that we could contribute in making this world a bearable place for them to live in, means something.
I have came across so many preloved websites, or blogs that offer their "old seldom used" stuff, or "impulse purchase" at a dirt cheap price. Ok it is reasonable if they offer you their designer's handbags that you can't afford to buy directly from the boutique even if it is on 50% sale; given that it is in good condition, well maintained, comes with the dust bag and a warranty card; but old used clothes? I don't want to be presumptuous to say that people are surely desperate for money or being judgemental, but I think it is better to give it away than to sell it for RM5 or RM10.
There are still a lot of poor people out there that could use a set of new clothes or two; and am sure by doing that you help to put a smile on their face too.
When I was young, every year my dad would collect our old but still wearable clothes and took it with him to work. Since his work required him to travel to the very nook and cranny of my hometown, so whenever he came across a poor family especially the ones with many small children, he would approach the family and gave them our clothes. He even once took me to that area and asked me to give it to them myself and since I was really young, stupid and selfish, I couldn't appreciate it as much because at that point of time I think all that I care about was either this girl or that boy would end up wearing my t-shirts, of which some of them I still fancy.
Nowadays, from time to time, we still collect our old clothes and ask my uncle to give it to anyone who needs it. I guess my dad's act of kindness has influenced him to carry on with the good deed all these years. He will make sure that we don't give out anything that would look better in a thrash bin rather than on people and still in good condition to at least hold well for few months if not years.
I know there are organisations out there that provide temporary storage and collect clothes, food, baby supplies and other stuff and would then help to disseminate these collections to those in need.All you have to do is to google them.
I’m not so much of a big charity drive person nor would I organise any charity event, but I guess whatever that we could contribute in making this world a bearable place for them to live in, means something.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Conversion.
I woke up late this morning because the alarm clock was not ringing. I have yet to confirm that theory though, because I haven’t checked the alarm function yet. But there’s a major possibility that I didn’t set the alarm in the first place or I dismissed it unconsciously.
We chatted until almost 4a.m this morning, hence the excuse for my half-day emergency leave.
Ok.That’s that.
Regarding this blog; I have this plan going circle in my head for quite some time now. The plan is that I want to transform this blog into a “techy/geeky” blog and post about what I do best, Application Development and all things IT/System Integration. I’ve started this dotNET journey with zero knowledge, and now I can safely say that I’ve emerged a “hero” or somewhat (talking about an inflating ego the size of a planet). I have gained and learned so much from other developers through their weblogs and their contributions in the forums, I want to pay it forward.I will share whatever that I have learned (anything that I have managed to get it to work to my advantage, my cheat-sheet, my little code manipulation tricks, things that I have successfully tweaked, from the simplest of example to the most complex algorithm) through out my journey with all the newbies searching for fast solutions and help in this area. I do hope that when they search for that certain keywords, they will be diverted to this blog and they can get something out of my post; exactly like how I started. I was like a virtual scavenger rummaging through piles of garbage before I found what I was searching for.
But I wouldn’t want this blog to be entirely geeky though. This is my space, where I share that little passions that I have in my life; my work, my friendships, my hobbies, my rants and all the things that mattered to me. I would probably label and organise it properly so that people won’t get lost and get confused.
But first, I need to get rid of all the historical posts and delete all the unnecessary. I need to make the layout more user-friendly; I don’t want it to look so depressing anymore. Enough with that already, if I got tired of it myself, I am sure people who stumbled across this blog would think that I’m suicidal or something.
So, here's to a new beginning. *cheers*
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Waking up early is not really an ideal way to kickstart my day, ever since I was a wee toddler. You will probably think with all that years spent waking up in the morning for schools and classes, by now I should be able to wake up as early as 6 a.m. I guess my mom had a couple of tricks up her sleeves because somehow she managed to pull me off bed, bathed me, clothed me and sent me off too school with me still very much in my slumber. Most of the time, I only realised that I was awake when I was already in my school compound. Even now, every now and then, I'd be on an auto-cruise mode. Tiba-tiba dah sampai ofis; bila bangun, bila mandi and jalan mana ikut gi ofis pun tak perasan.
But seriously, I have no freaking idea why I can't bring myself up that early. Tried it and failed miserably at it.
If Mr.Snots let me sleep in by not calling me too early in the morning just to spite me (smses tak jalan) during the weekend, my body alarm will automatically wake me up at 10a.m.
This brings me to the next section in this crappy post; so every day for the past 7 years of my working life, I have been deprived of sleep for hmm, let me calculate.
Bangun tido at 7 the latest, so 10 -7 = 3 hours
3 (deprived hours of sleep/day) x 260 (working days/year) x 7 (years)
= 5460 deprived hours of sleep.
From the calculation above, we can see that it is only fair that tuan punya badan, should be compensated with 5460/24 = 227.5 days of leave for this 7 years that she has beenslaving around working for this company.
With that much leave days in hand, I think I want to pack my bag and hmmm go travelling. The cheapest way of course; backpacking and stuff.
Why am I talking about this again? Owh yeah, I was just wondering what should or will I do if I was given a year off because my friend has just started working after being in sabatical leave for a year.
Since taking a sabatical is akin to killing your career in Meleisia, so verangans lah. At least until I manage to devise an ingenious plan on how to trick your company in giving you your deserving sabatical leave.
Imagination. Berangan. Tada salahnya.
But ntah-ntah a year off work in this office, will cause me to pile up on side projects pulak. Or silap-silap take up knitting, or sewing.
One thing for sure, I will replace balik all the missing hours of my ensem sleep.
But seriously, I have no freaking idea why I can't bring myself up that early. Tried it and failed miserably at it.
If Mr.Snots let me sleep in by not calling me too early in the morning just to spite me (smses tak jalan) during the weekend, my body alarm will automatically wake me up at 10a.m.
This brings me to the next section in this crappy post; so every day for the past 7 years of my working life, I have been deprived of sleep for hmm, let me calculate.
Bangun tido at 7 the latest, so 10 -7 = 3 hours
3 (deprived hours of sleep/
= 5460 deprived hours of sleep.
From the calculation above, we can see that it is only fair that tuan punya badan, should be compensated with 5460/24 = 227.5 days of leave for this 7 years that she has been
With that much leave days in hand, I think I want to pack my bag and hmmm go travelling. The cheapest way of course; backpacking and stuff.
Why am I talking about this again? Owh yeah, I was just wondering what should or will I do if I was given a year off because my friend has just started working after being in sabatical leave for a year.
Since taking a sabatical is akin to killing your career in Meleisia, so verangans lah. At least until I manage to devise an ingenious plan on how to trick your company in giving you your deserving sabatical leave.
Imagination. Berangan. Tada salahnya.
But ntah-ntah a year off work in this office, will cause me to pile up on side projects pulak. Or silap-silap take up knitting, or sewing.
One thing for sure, I will replace balik all the missing hours of my ensem sleep.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I was doing my annual splean clinging (sic), or to all the normal people out there with normal tongue; spring cleaning; yesterday to toss out some of the unnecessary things that had been piling up all these years in the storage room.
While I was filtering through every single things, I found a couple of pictures and letters from my past relationship. It's funny to think about it now, because if I were to discover these stuff back then, when I was still in devastation, I would probably cry my eyes out. But yesterday, I felt different. I was actually laughing and thought that my past relationship was really naive and innocent, (well maybe because that pictures were taken when we were about 18 or 19 years old, of course we looked naive and innocent). But that's not the point.
The point is, I had moved on. I no longer feel all hung up on my past. I let it passed, and I've passed it. I tore up the pictures and threw away the letters, and filled up my nice lil boxes with new love letters from Mr.Snots.
I felt rejuvenated. I felt relieved. As if a big burden had been lifted off my shoulder. I always knew that I no longer feel anything for him and that whatever that I have with Mr.Snots is what I've always wanted in a relationship; The bond, the attention, the things that we share, the trust (still working on that, apparently it is really hard to establish a trust); But the reassurance that came unexpectedly in a form of crumbled papers in dirty old boxes, relieved me from my past.
You know what they say about this, yesterday had passed and today is what matters now, it's a gift that need to be cherished, that is why they call it present (or some shit like that).
While I was filtering through every single things, I found a couple of pictures and letters from my past relationship. It's funny to think about it now, because if I were to discover these stuff back then, when I was still in devastation, I would probably cry my eyes out. But yesterday, I felt different. I was actually laughing and thought that my past relationship was really naive and innocent, (well maybe because that pictures were taken when we were about 18 or 19 years old, of course we looked naive and innocent). But that's not the point.
The point is, I had moved on. I no longer feel all hung up on my past. I let it passed, and I've passed it. I tore up the pictures and threw away the letters, and filled up my nice lil boxes with new love letters from Mr.Snots.
I felt rejuvenated. I felt relieved. As if a big burden had been lifted off my shoulder. I always knew that I no longer feel anything for him and that whatever that I have with Mr.Snots is what I've always wanted in a relationship; The bond, the attention, the things that we share, the trust (still working on that, apparently it is really hard to establish a trust); But the reassurance that came unexpectedly in a form of crumbled papers in dirty old boxes, relieved me from my past.
You know what they say about this, yesterday had passed and today is what matters now, it's a gift that need to be cherished, that is why they call it present (or some shit like that).
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