Ever read job descriptions for a developer’s job, and find some fine print about being able to lift 25lb of weight?  I thought they were just being funny most of the time, well, typo perhaps.

Why would a developer need to lift any weights?  I am not into physical labor.  And being a petite female developer, that 25lb requirement is almost a prejudice.  But, so far, that requirement is just a fine print; I never had to lift any weights.

There are occasional exceptions.  I remembered when our company first moved to this new office, people were rearranging furnitures themselves.  I pushed and shoved a metal bin from one side of the cube to another.  I didn’t know if that was 25lbs or not.  Overhead bookshelf was blocking my monitors, so two very nice teammates helped me to take it down and re-install it to the other side of the wall.  I forgot to tell them it was full of technical books inside when they rolled up their sleeves and started taking it down…  One of them was almost crushed.  *gulp*.  I was sure that was more than 25lbs.

Agility is never on the job description, but sometimes a developer has to be.  Being a technie, we don’t wait for office service or the IT guys to help us troubleshoot computers.  So, sometimes, the troubleshooting goes down the desk and behind dusty computers; that means crawling and bending into strange shapes, which one could get stuck backing out or get tangled in the power cord spaghetti.  If you can’t bend like a presto, you are screwed.  Also beware of the year old dust accumulated behind the computers/corners/server rooms.  I sometime wonder if we should wear a toxic suit, or at least some masks just to be under the desks. You never know what you are inhaling there.

If you have never worked as a developer before, now you know that part of the job description.

I don’t consider myself as a pervert. Well, I really am not. I am just a curious kitty out there always looking for weird news to share with friends (family members often find those news a bit distasteful, or “too much” for their old age).

And see what I have stumble upon today!

Here Comes Happy Kitty.

The title caught my eyes. Kitty? Happy kitty? Hm… ;P How could a curious kitty resist the temptation to “click”?

While I was scrolling down the page, my eyes grew wider. What dah? I didn’t quite expect the subject of discussion to be a.. new vibrator? Wait.. it’s not a vibrator, but it’s a sex toy that’s BETTER than the traditional vibrator it claims. And one that man would desire, too!

Oh.. so kitty means.. Wait.. I am a kitty!

Two friends, or was it just one, said that hopefully I would grow out of it after my birthday. Grow out of my wacko weirdo behaviors. Like what? Like …

…

I need to grow up.

I was just listening to “Unwell”… Ya, I am just feeling unwell, but once I am changed, you might wonder what I was like before.

Do I look ghostly to any of you? Anybody?

I went home last night, about to knock on my roommate’s door. I stopped at the hallway when I heard somebody was coming out from the bathroom. It was the roommate. Before I called her name, she screamed. Once, very shortly, not very high pitch. I was about to open my mouth, then she screamed, the second time, higher pitch, louder, longer, very audible. I was about to raise my hand, then she screamed, the third time, another short note. Her scream somehow sounded like a phrase from a song to me.

Am I that ghostly looking? Okay, it was dark. I did not turn on the light at the hallway. But nobody does that anyways. Alright, I was wearing a white jacket, had my hair down. But I always dress like that. I didn’t jump around or run at her. I just stood there quietly with a polite smile on my face in darkness, motionless. Because she already finished her screaming before I could move a finger!

Am I the one to blame to have scared her? She did not wear her glasses! HA!

Just the other day, I found a micro-fiber facial cloth from a Japanese store. I bought it and gave it a try. It was awesome! It is light, has great absorbance, very soft touch, and dries relatively fast. I love it. ^__^

When I was padding my face dry the other day, I noticed a familiar touch to it. When it is dry it has a bit of sticky feel. It is not that kind of glue sticky or sugar sticky feel, but I think it is due to the design of cloth texture so it can create statics to pick up dust easily. Somehow I was certain that I had one JUST like this before, yet I could not remember ever owning one…

While passing by the living room, kitchen, and garage heading to my room, I realized…

I did have one micro-fiber cloth before!!

I got it from Target! It was for drying the body of cars after car wash…

And I was still holding that soft and now-not-so-precious micro-fiber facial cloth next to my face…

I had an intellectual conversation about life and cultural identity crisis with a friend yesterday. I suddenly realized how deep I could get. It’s an amazing discovery. I was like, wow, sometimes words and comments about serious stuff like that could just pop out of my mouth as if it is part of me. It feels surreal.

Then I remembered a conversation with one of my roommates that time. Her conclusion was that I was weirdly normal, meaning, normal in a weird basis. That was pretty deep, I thought. I still cannot quite comprehend that. I don’t think I am normally weird, meaning, weird in a normal basis. But at least I can interpret that description. Normal in a weird basis… I am still thinking about this description of me… Something not grammatically correct, it seems…

I start to think I am really stupid. But only smart people can realize that, and admit that. So in that sense I am smart?

I am no expert of philosophy. But this starts to haunt me.

It was pay day yesterday, first day of March. I had a paycut. It wasn’t too deep, but it hurt still. *sigh. It was bleeding…

Oh.. I got a papercut on my finger when I was opening my paycheck. Ya…

And the wound still hurts a bit after shower this morning, though I had band-aid on already. Then I realized the band-aid was on a wrong finger…

Life is always fun like this. coolio. =)

From time to time girls do weird things.

For example, I know girls who wake up an hour or two early to dress up, do hair, and put on makeup for one hour of school. I have done so myself, too–got up early to make myself look pretty and smell nice, then decided to go back to sleep instead of going to school or work.

Why do we do that?

And do guys do that too? I wonder…

Must look like and have a voice like a girl, act like an HTTP server.

Definition for “acting like an HTTP server”
- robust
- reliable
- remaining cool 24/7
- customizable, configurable, and programmable.
- respond to request logically and loyally.
- able to be shut down any time, even remotely.

If you know such a person, please leave me a message.

After much search in my life, I have finally found a soul mate who I could spend a peaceful night with, without neck ache or a pair of almost broken eardrum…

I got so tired yesterday by the end of the day. But I managed to stay up and play with my new baby as a welcome-home celebration, feeding him as much junk as I could possibly find. He sure got a huge stomach for more, but I was just plain exhausted.

I setup everything so my two babies could talk to each other without difficulty. It was great. I was partially relieved. Now I could remote control my babies.. hehe.. What a triumphant moment!

I had my old baby on my tummy; I was putting him to sleep. Next thing I knew day has already broken. It was all sunny outside. And my baby was still on my tummy! I actually had a peaceful night of sleep without waking up as a result of disturbance. I have finally found my way to sleep peacefully!

If you are very confused at this point, try to do a little math here.
new baby = my newly formatted desktop
old baby = my 12.1″ Sony Vaio laptop

Does it make sense to you now?