Sorry if you were looking for the photo gallery or the forums but they simply disappeared in the thin air!

You are not imagining things, I am sure. I am in the middle of moving web hosting company so there’s a lot more things for me to be done still. Be patient and check back from time to time. I promise the contents will be back soon!

Cheers!

While I was reading a few friends’ blogs, I found a common theme from their recent posts: they missed their UCI college years.

I tried to look back to my own, too. But I could not find what they saw in mine. I saw myself falling, getting up, growing up, and changing. But I don’t particularly miss any times. There were good times, and bad times. It was my life at that time, pretty much the same as my life right now; good times, bad times.

I tried to miss the time when I was alone, more selfish, more care free. Funny how I could not remember when it was like that the last time.

I don’t think I am starting to lose memory; the process had begun long ago. I just didn’t know it happening.

Count down to 3 days till the last day in Adcom. =)

I’ve been busy with all the transition and cross-training. Meetings after meetings. I have never met with so many people so frequently in such a short period of time, ever. I sometimes think, why can’t they just chill? What’s the big rush? I was handed the projects long ago with minimal instruction, I am sure everybody can figure those things out.

I guess it is their mentality that I know a lot a lot made me valuable. Otherwise I am just as easily replacable as a student programmer. What I learned the most from participating in a project was the business process, user habit, outstanding problems, and user concerns, not the technical side. Technical stuff is easy to train and pick up anyways.

It is a little scary to think that I am going to toss away all my valuable business knowledge of the projects I have been involved in for years, and start something brand new and unknown. Scary…

For those who have not heard the rumor, the official word was in. I am going to be starting at a new company on April 17th!

I was expecting the last two weeks at the current job to be chill, but whoever told me that I just want to choke him/her! Well, just unexpectedly busy meeting rather than working on transitioning. Suddenly everybody wants a piece on my calendar, and suddenly I have all these stuff to finish before I leave. I thought transition means, I start handing the job to somebody else and I should stop agressively working on it. At least in one case here, hell no. I am still actively developing/testing on one project and installing for another. *sigh. I don’t have enough time to document the projects to be hand over.

Err.. Frustrated. I am only getting by thinking that soon I will be out of here.

I am supposed to be a pscych major? Yeah?

Err.. I do fasinate about how the mind works “sometimes”, when my own mind is not troubling or causing too much stress.. But I’d rather choose math major. ;p That is closer to my heart..

I bought this book on my trip to China last year in February. I thought I would be able finish it on the plane. However, once I read the first chapter, I could not get used to the style of writing I realized, and therefore had been trying and failing in finish reading it.

Well, I am still not done unfortunately. But somehow once I past chapter 7, I was enjoying it more.

Those people who pick out the next trend of fashion, in this book, this ability is described as pattern recognition. Interesting and refreshing. Detail about the book summary, I’d better wait till I am done with the book.

I am half way through the book. So, wish me good luck. =) It is part of my 2006 goal of reading 25 books.

Boyfriend gave me a cute little necklace with pendant as Christmas gift. *^___^* Interestingly, nobody noticed its existence yet. I swear that I did not intend to hide it in any way. But with the winter wind blowing everyday, I don’t plan on wearing something extra revealing to show my “cleavage” since the pendant is dangling around that area… :*)

Since you won’t see it on me any time soon, here’s an image of it for you to smile with me.

I am not a frequent visitor of Victoria Secret, for reasons that is irrelevant here. I happened to be at one this weekend for holiday shopping, and I was shocked to find how many men there are, young and old. I even saw an older man with a high-school-looking teenager who I assumed to be his son walking around in the lingerie section.

I happened to overheard this when a man rushed to a female store assistant for help:

“I know exactly what she wants. I actually know her size. It’s 34C. It’s for my wife.”

I did not get to see this eager man’s face. But judging from his tone, he knew what he was doing, I guess. But I laughed to myself a bit. Actually knowing her size is something unusual to men? He sounded so proud when he said that. And the last sentence of “it’s for my wife” sounded a bit just too.. extra to me. Was he trying to express his loyalty, or to clear the fact that he’s not a pervert buying lingerie for his mother or daughter?

I don’t know if it is true that most men are usually lost in the maze of VS puzzling their female lovers’ size, or what exactly turns them on the most vs. what she-s will wear. But I cannot exactly blame them for being so confused, for girls are picky, and may I say, change their minds, and also sizes, almost constantly?

Ah.. Almost forgot. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Happy Hanukkah. And for the political correct folks, Happy Holidays!

Funny thing.

I remembered reading this blog by Chris Justus when I first discovered Google Suggest. I meant to read through the code and run the example off my server.

Well, I didn’t. And today when I was doing a search on some remotely related topic, this search result caught my eye.

Ah. Might as well blog about my procrastination and use this as a bookmark so I can read it later.

Ya right. I will, I swear, some day.

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!