Friday, August 29, 2008

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Firefox 3 is not my friend so far.

This is too cool.

Satellite image from Google Maps

A crop circle after you. That's more than awesome. It is at 45°7′25.68″N, 123°6′49.68″W. Check it out on Google Maps.

Download your Firefox 3 today.

Despite my love for Firefox even though Firefox 2 saps say, at least 120MB of precious memory every time I use it, I'm not sure about Firefox 3.

I've upgraded to Firefox 3 because the stupid prompt popping up every day at the most inopportune moment. I'm not sure if this STUPID memory hogging issue is resolved because it still reads 129MB when I check.

-- This is evidence, Firefox folks. Please don't deny it.

This is Day 2 of Firefox 3 and I can't stand the predictive function at the address bar. This is NOT a feature I want! The address bar expands into a list every time I type www to 'predict' which of my most recently visited sites I want to go to.

Say I want to check out work websites when my team leader Cylon, sits next to me with his face to the monitor. Right after I type in www. the list expands to

What the eff, people?!

I'm still not sure about Cylon. He could be smiling at me while he gives me a scathing and damaging performance review. F8ck no, I'm not going to let this happen.

So I Googled around for solutions. Do this:
Type about:config at the address bar
Scroll and look for browser.urlbar.matchOnlyTyped
Double click it to set it to TRUE.

It worked for me.

This is NOT a good feature MOZILLA PEOPLE! Don't make users go to about:config. Make it a setting in Options.


Firefox entry - Wikipedia
Where to get Firefox - here
Google Maps - where to get it.
How to save yourself from displaying embarassing sites - Help is here.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Simple guide to add drop-down menu to Blogger.

This post is a step by step guide on how to create a drop down menu for classic Blogger template.

I know there are quite a few guides out there, and mine is just a little different because of the tiny tweak I made. I'm still trying to improve it.

Step 1: To add a drop down menu, place this chunk of code

.dropdown {
font-family: arial;


font-weight: 500;

color: #000000;


background-color: #FFFFFF;

anywhere in between closing tag.

Step 2: Include this following chunk of code where you want your drop down menu.

<form name="linksmenu">
<select name="url" size="1" class="dropdown" onChange="location = this.options[this.selectedIndex].value;">
<option selected> DISPLAYED TITLE </option>
<option value="ADDRESS OF LINK ONE ">LINK ONE</option>
<option value="ADDRESS OF LINK TWO">LINK TWO</option>

(Courtesy of

Step 3: Modify "ADDRESS OF LINK ONE" and the rest to the website you want to link to. And "LINK ONE" to a descriptive name you want. Repeat till you complete your list.

At first look, this looks awesome. Perfect. I mean it IS a drop down menu. It works exactly like one.

However this is not the end of your drop down menu.

I tested the drop down menu on my news/current affairs list. Clicking on one of the links will load the site on your current browser. If you click 'Stop' on your browser, and click the title of your drop down menu ' News and stuff ', the blog tries to load something absolutely unspecified because
<option selected> DISPLAYED TITLE </option>

does not specify a value.

In programming, there is no such thing as nothing. And you end up with some silly "Blog not found" error, which is silly since you expect the description to do nothing and just display 'News and stuff'.

Change this line DISPLAYED TITLE to
<option value="" selected> DISPLAYED TITLE </option>

As crappy as typing 2 quotation marks sounds, it tells the server that the value of the option is an empty string, i.e. your drop down menu description just sits pretty and goes nowhere. This will solve the "Blog Not Found" error.

I feel like hacking my blog is my only chance at writing and learning how to code in a new programming language. Whoopee!!!

Different HTML 5 tags -
Simple Guide to CSS -
Guide - How to display codes in your post

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

De-clutter links, drop down menus and revamping my Blogspot.

I realise that as I continue to skive at work and blog hop to find interesting reads, the list of links on the right column keeps growing.

Oh f*ck it I'm done with scrolling, Alt-Print Scrn and Ctrl-V, drag to increase my canvas on my Microsoft Paint.

[Just a little tip: Ctrl-e opens up the attribute feature of MS Paint and allows you to increase your canvas size without all that )@&#! dragging.]

It's a nightmare. I mean, if I want to read, check out fashion sites or how my BlogShares are doing, I have to scroll all over the friggin' place to look for them. I'm using Blogger's Classic Template and not the new fancy Google Gadgets capable Blogger Template. I wonder if I should do an upgrade, or continuously look around to hack/modify the template to add things like the Archive drop down menu.

Yeah, I edited codes to friggin' enable that.
And the Labels.
And the placement of the Labels below the timestamp.
Yeah little things like that which everyone thought came with Blogger.

I'm going to de-clutter the links and hopefully place them in their respective drop down menus. They are going to be on the sidebar on the right hand side, just neater. So maybe when you do come across the new drop down menus, please fiddle with it and let me know if the links work. I may have missed out something as little as a quotation mark (") and effed up the links altogether.

I'm also looking into changing the background color. Perhaps to something a little less depressing like meringue yellow or Classic Win XP hillside picture. =D Inputs are welcomed.

Thanks heaps!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Cute cats, slow day and roadkill.

I drove by 2 roadkills this week and I'm horrified. J said the poor cats were just sleeping. In the rain. On lane 1 of the road. I swerved and nearly hit another car on lane 2.

I wonder if they told the road cleaning man that picking up roadkill is part of the job description.

-- Isn't it wuuuuuvely????

The island state is concrete jungle so there aren't many stray cats or dogs roaming the streets, especially in the city. Where do they come from? Are they strays or pets?

-- Awwwwww I want one!

Poor cats.

p.s. It's a slow day. I'm reduced to writing about roadkill for crying out loud. Roadkill!!

Cute cats that are still alive at

Feist on Sesame Street.

Feist On Sesame Street

I lurve Feist! 1234 makes my world happy like a world with cotton candy rainbows.

So cute.

Friday, August 22, 2008

My folks and angioplasty.

I couldn't start my laptop yesterday. "Fan error" came up when I pressed the 'on' button on my IBM T41 lovingly. Not too happy about it because my IBM is my window to the outside world when I'm at home. I bring the damn thing even when I'm on vacation. I can't live without it.

Brought it to a computer shop and tried to simulate what happened. The thing worked again and I felt like a prized fool. But I think after 4 years (?) of loyal trustworthy service, my T41 may be dying soon.

And my folks are going for angioplasty. =((

All bummed out and worried. Guess I won't be writing much for the next week or so.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Death by airplane.


If I choose to kick it, I'd stand next to the airstrip and hope the wheels from the 747 knock the bejeesus outta my head.

"Landing 747 killed woman with wheels"

Awesome (and hilarious) way to go if you ask me.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Super Mario Star and my rage blackout.

For every single time I feel like punching the lights out of someone,
  • When Grad Student is being a total dick at work.
  • When technology-challenged end users ask *&^# questions such as "Is my password case sensitive" when there's a friggin notice at the bottom.

  • For every single time Popstar Wannabe give me the "yo wassup" wink.
  • When the management decides to have a major upgrade/maintenance without giving us ample time to prepare.
  • When the management is blatantly sucking up to the client by praising their "strong leadership" when said upgrade/maintenance is a success. What the fish did they ever do? And the praise just sounds Commie.
  • For every single time Lloyd talks without thinking. Which is very often.

I wish I have the Invincibility Star before I stomp on them before they meet their pancake-flat Goomba end.

Oh, cheap crappy plastic mass manufactured Star! I want you!

Link: - Super Mario Singing Glow Star
List of Mario enemies - Wikipedia entry

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

My red strapless cocktail dress.

It's Hobbes' wedding tomorrow and I'm happy to announce I've found my dress!

I managed to get the last dress at the store, and it is in my size! Well it's a little loose but I'm sure I can put some tape on. Woohoo!!

I hope I'm not overdressed. I guess you'll find out when I write about my embarassment/ humiliation in my future posts.

Olympic pride, the little girl in red and the price to pay.

I feel pride for the Chinese during Olympic Opening Ceremony. It was an extravagant, no-expenses-spared performance from the Chinese. It felt like the Chinese have arrived, and they are eager to show the world. It was spectacular.

(Photo credit: Lars Baron/Bongarts/Getty Images)

As the Olympic Games unfolds, sporting triumphs share the spotlight with allegations of doping and 'exposes'. The lip-synching girl who captivated the world and the use of pre-recorded images brought a cloud over the host nation. Lin Miaoke and the piano playing girl are so adorable I can feel my ovaries going gaga. (See: Suri Cruise) I think my biological has started ticking. Shite.

-- Lin Miaoke and Yang Peiyi

Back to my point. The Ceremony is similar to cheerleading competitions in high school. Notice how all the cheerleaders are among the prettiest people who walk all over the school? It is all but a show, and never a true reflection of the colorful students who attend the school. It would be hard to explain what happened to 99% of the student population if everyone were supposed to be slender, tall sunkissed goddesses.

-- I'll never look like the Aussie volleyball players.

I can understand where China is coming from. This is a once in a lifetime chance for the Chinese government to showcase China, the country's progress and perhaps its capabilities to orchestrate a world class event and performance televised around the world. They want it to be perfect. I can understand why they want it to be perfect.

It is, however, appalling that people are bashing the host for the string of ill-advised decisions in spite of the overall success of the Ceremony. "China sucks" or "Shame on China" blah blah blah. It's about time some people climb off their moral high horse and smell the grass they trod on.

I am not defending the decision to put a cute girl on telly to win over the world. Nor the decision by the host to use pre-recorded images if the weather fouls up. I just think that some things could have been done better.

I am disappointed at the decision to replace the girl who sang the national anthem. Perhaps she isn't the most attractive little girl around but her beautiful voice should place her proudly on the world stage. And yet she was replaced based on her looks, which can't be good for the self-confidence of a seven year old.

[Speaking of winning over the world, the girl succeeded. Mission accomplished?]

I can't represent my country because I'm not beautiful enough. Ouch.

It's a shame you were replaced at the Opening Ceremony. But don't be sad, because you have the support of the entire world now. Go, Peiyi, go!!

In an effort to showcase the best, the mindset to do what's right (?) was put aside. Sometimes, the ends do not justify the means.

Australian News - Starlet Mimed.. - Olympic Girl Seen But Not Heard
Epoch Times - Yang Peiyi, you're not ugly, they are.
Sydney Morning Herald - Silencing the Star in Red
Consequentialism - Wikipedia entry
Images - Official Website of the Beijing 2008 Olympic Games

Friday, August 15, 2008

Feeling clucky at Suri Cruise.

There may be something seriously dodgy in the water. Because I'm feeling clucky.

Uber. Clucky. Now.

For no reason at all, I'm cooing at pictures of Suri Cruise.

We can get a puppy. Or maybe one of those cute little dogs that won't get big.

We can be shopping buddies!!!

Please please please please let it be a daughter.

God help J.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Self doubt, decisions and just settling.

Being a giant walking vessel of self doubt with an imagination that spirals out of control, I am constantly plagued by questions on every little thing. This can't possibly be good for my health as I self-perpetuate fears and many other craziness.

Are we 'just settling' with what we have? What about what we want?

I know I'm not 'just settling' now that I'm going out with J.
I hope J is not 'just settling' now that we're going out.
I hope his ex girlfriend is just saying hi.
I know I'm 'just settling' when I stay in the job that makes me unhappy.

Death Cab for Cutie - Cath

I had lunch with Mingie today and The Boy was brought up briefly. I used to date The Boy when I was in uni. Nice and polite, The Boy is the guy mothers approve of and fathers have no problems with their daughters going out with. He passed the Parents' test. He is The Well-Intentioned Man but in retrospect, he is not what I wanted.

I want to travel, I want to see Maldives, Maybe I want to be a wandering gypsy. I want to do all these things with someone who enjoys these too. But I couldn't see all these happening with The Boy. Aside from our different takes on the 'future', I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was determined enough to let go of 4 years of togetherness to pursue what I want. I think I'm just gutless to tell him that.

It had to be done.

Decisions are never easy. People will be disappointed or hurt when I make certain choices but it is never my intention to do so. I do not want to be the person who looks back and wonders what could have been. I only have 1 go at this.

Things may not turn out the way I have expected and people will go 'I told you so'. I just want to try and see how things go. Life is hard and sucky enough. I don't need to tip a giant vat of regrets into the mix.

I hope I'm not a choice someone 'just settled' with.

I don't know where I'm going with this post.

p.s. I am posting quite a few Death Cab songs lately because I've been listening to them on repeat. I couldn't get tickets to their concert so I thought listening to Narrow Stairs for days would help. I just got depressed.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Death Cab and What Sarah Said.

[It's Death Cab's concert tonight and I couldn't get ticket to go. *mopes*]

Death Cab for Cutie - What Sarah Said

A little further away from me.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Beijing Olympic, and the more we get together (at Maccas).

If only people around the world can put down their differences.

The more we get together, the happier we'll be. Indeed.

Is this ad, besides selling McD burgers, one of the happiest ones around? Brings a smile to my face every time I imagine sportsmen from 'warring' countries hug and congratulate each other.

World peace!

Friday, August 08, 2008

10 Things Women Don't Know About Men - Special Edition.

A while ago, a suggestion to write "10 things women don't know about men" came up and till last week, I was still stuck at number 6.

It was half done, since 6 is way more than half of 10. It has been quite challenging since how the heck would I know what women don't know about men. I wouldn't know, would I?!?!

This perplexed me and I turned to trusty Google for help. Note to everyone: Do not search for "men magazines" at work. It can be highly embarrassing when some scantily clad woman is plastered all over the website in clothes the size of tea towels.

I could have searched for "things women don't know about men" but that's cheating, in my books anyway. I read online man magazines to have a peek into the psyche of men. and helped.

-- Maxim? Not really. Men just come across as pervy creatures.

So here it is.

  1. Men have a limited vocabulary. When the reply is a indecipherable grunt that's still part of the language.

  2. We just don't see why you have to keep cleaning the flat every single day. What's a few hair on the floor, or a few bowls in the sink?

  3. If the need arises, we can do the laundry. And cook much better than you can.

  4. Whatever you wanna call your heels, sandals, flats and gumboots, they are still shoes to us. You don't need that many.

  5. No bag is worth that amount.

  6. Sometimes we wish you would make up your mind faster.

  7. We like to dress well too. Finely tailored shirts, suits, belts and shoes are some of the things we would like to own.

  8. We will always look at women. You, Angelina Jolie and that girl with the ponytail who just walked past. It's a bit like scenery, you can't help but look.

  9. A great sense of humour exudes confidence. If you can laugh at yourself in public, you're comfortable just the way you are and that's mighty fine by us.

  10. Women should stop with double edged questions such as "how do I look in these jeans". Men just can't win with these questions thrown around.

Boys, how did I do?

Love, weddings and wisdom from the Grad Student.

A colleague, Hobbes, is getting married in 12 days' time and I'm thrilled to attend his wedding. Everyday like clockwork, I remind him of how many days he has left till the Big Day. He thinks I am more excited than he is, being the nonchalant Hobbes that he is.

I think it's a little strange that a guest is more excited than the groom. It is The Day when you sign on that piece of paper and fulfill your vows as a loving and loyal partner for as long as you shall live. Your friends and family will be there to witness the milestone in your relationship and it is something to be absolutely joyous about.

At least that's how I feel about marriage.

But Grad Student, being the only married man in our lunch group, started to put me down. A speech was made about how unexcited he was about his wedding and many people do not tingle with excitement as their big day approaches. The speech veered off course as usual, and Grad Student started to dish out his wisdom on love and marriage to me. Particularly me.

-- I'm going to write about my non-existent marriage in a bit.

As I tried to suppress my exasperation and block all views on love and marriage that I do not believe in, I started to wonder whether love actually sucks, or it's just Grad Student that's overstepping the boundary. I am getting increasingly uncomfortable at the way Grad Student is creeping into my life. (See Lloyd incident.)

-- Cupid has been assassinated by disappointed lovers.

Because according to him,
  • A couple falls in love after marriage so dating is futile.
  • Couples who marry out of love do not know what they are getting into.
  • I shouldn't feel sorry if my in-laws fight with my folks over a small thing like the font on the wedding invitation.

J and I are fine just the way we are. I believe every couple out there has their own problems and no relationships will be the same. I just don't see how someone should pass judgement on my relationship, how J and I handle it or what either of us should do. This is MY relationship. What works for Grad Student and his wife may not work for us. I am annoyed at the way Grad Student puts his 2 cents worth of 'life experience' like a wise wizened man, acting like the man of the house around the workplace.

The relationship advice is uncalled for. And guess who's not invited to my Big Day.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Bali - The temples.

Religion is a very integral part of the Balinese way of life. The locals put offerings in front of their homes and shops, giving thanks to the gods and spirits.

-- I think it's bad luck (and bad manners) if you step on them.

(I've been lazy and it's almost 2 months since my holiday in Bali. I can't believe I've only just sorted all the photos J and I took on 2 cameras, 3 SD cards. )

J and I visited the Balinese temples on our vacation.

Gunung Kawi Sebatu Tegallalang does not look much at first glance.

-- A sunken temple?

But it is beautiful.

-- Ceremonial shrines.

Balinese temples are characterised by the inner and outer courtyards and numerous shrines on the temple grounds.

The split gate represents the splitting of the world so that a person can enter the spiritual world of the temple. (Yes, I just paraphrased something out of my Discovery Channel Bali guide.)

-- The split gate separates the inner and outer courtyards of the temple.

Every little thing in the temple grounds are masterfully crafted and a lot of restoration work goes into the temple to preserve it.

I was quite intrigued and awed by the water feature, and I went in for a closer look.

-- Holy water.

Visitors have to 'borrow' a ceremonial sash for a small fee in order to enter the temple. I think the money goes towards the preservation fund.

-- That's a blurry photo of me in the orange sash.

Visitors are advised to dress modestly, with covered shoulders and legs. I somehow missed this bit while I was there, and I wore a sun dress exposing my shoulders to the gods. Which is NOT appropriate temple wear according to my Bali guide book when I finally got to that page. I think the locals and the gods must be clicking their tongues at me and my dress, walking around their sacred temples, desecrating sacred grounds with my sun dresses.

Oops, sorry.

J and I visited Pura Tanah Lot the day before we left. Pura Tanah Lot is breathtaking. It is one of the sea temples strewn across the coast of Bali where everyone goes for the sunset.

J and I could see why.

The meandering coastal walk was perfect as the sun set. I can't wait to go back again.

The Square Root of Three.

The Square Root of Three - David Feinberg

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

Heard this poem from the movie 'Harold & Kumar - Escape From Guantanamo Bay'. For the geek in everyone. Awwwwww.. =D

Paris Hilton has my vote.

Paris for President?

That's hot. Go Team Paris!

If only the local political scene is so interesting. Waaaaait, it is.

Voice of America - Police to formally charge..
BBC UK - Doctor ruled out..

Monday, August 04, 2008

Watercolor dresses.

Watercolor dresses are very now and pretty. But there are watercolor dresses, and watercolor dresses.

Some look like beautiful masterpieces with swirls of colors complementing each other and the wearer.

-- Wow.

And then there are the pseudo painters who either make you look like a lost ice skater in the middle of the city.

Or watercolor messes.

[Hmmm the Forever21 dress can grow on you.]

I'm writing about dresses, and will continue to do so for quite some time. I have a few weddings to attend and I need to show up all sugar and spice and stuff. I don't have anything to wear!!

Forever21 - website

Water quality and the failure of news spinning.

It was reported on the news that one of the local beaches (more like stretch of sand with the sea next to it. It's not Bondi.) is no longer safe for swimming.

This is due to high levels of bacteria in the water commonly found in feces of human and warm blooded animals.

E.coli? Killer alien-3rd arm bacteria?

People pooing in the water?

A comment was made by some representative and it was awesome. In essence, it is not the water quality of the beach that has deteriorated, but the standard of grading has raised the bar.

Does that mean the water has ALWAYS been bad polluted and chockful of bacteria?

Way to spin it boys.

NEA - New water quality guidelines
News article - Avoid swimming at ..

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