Okay lost my train of thoughts. Let’s try again.

The Zombieland Rules.

1. Cardio
2. The Double Tap
3. Beware of Bathrooms
4. Wear Seat Belts
5. No Attachments
6. The “Skillet”
7. Travel Light
8. Get a Kick Ass Partner
9. With your Bare Hands
10. Don’t Swing Low
11. Use Your Foot
12. Bounty Paper Towels
13. Shake it Off
14. Always carry a change of underwear
15. Bowling Ball
16. Opportunity Knocks
17. Don’t be a hero (later crossed out to be a hero)
18. Limber Up
19. Break it Up
20. It’s a marathon, not a sprint, unless it’s a sprint, then sprint
21. Avoid Strip Clubs
22. When in doubt Know your way out
23. Zipplock
24. Use your thumbs
25. Shoot First
26. A little sun screen never hurt anybody
27. Incoming!
28. Double-Knot your Shoes
29. The Buddy System
30. Pack your stain stick
31. Check the back seat
32. Enjoy the little things
33. Swiss army Knife

DOUBLE TAP BABEH!

MYR=x – Malaysian Ringgit
SGD=x – Singapore Dollar
JPY=x – Japanese Yen

USDCAN=x – USD in Canadian
USDEUR=x – USD in Euro
MYRUSD=x – MYR in USD
MYREUR=x – MYR in Euro
MYRHKD=x – MYR in Hong Kong Dollar

XAUUSD=x – Gold prices in US
XAUMYR=x – Gold prices in MYR
XAGUSD=x – Silver prices in US
XAGMYR=x – Silver prices in MYR

For more 3 letter country codes click here.

Stock Indecies
Format: ^XXXX (XXXX = Index name)
Examples:

^FTSE – FTSE 100
^NY – NYSE US 100
^NYA – NYSE Composite Index
^DJI – Dow Jones Industrial Average
^DJA – Dow Jones Composite Average
^N225 – NIKKEI 225
^N300 – NIKKEI 300
^KLSE – Kuala Lumpur Stock Exchange

Commodities
Format: AAMYY.BBB (AA = Commodity symbol, M = Month (see below), YY = Year, BBB = Exchange code)

Commodity codes:

GC – Gold
SI – Silver
C – Corn
KC – Coffee
CL – Crude Oil

For more codes, view the commodities list here or here

Month codes:

F – January
G – February
H – March
J – April
K -May
M – June
N – July
Q – August
U – September
V – October
X – November
Z – December

Year codes:

11 – 2011
10 – 2010
09 – 2009
etc..

Stock exchange codes:

Chicago Board of Trade (CBOT)
Chicago Mercantile Exchange (CME)
New York Mercantile Exchange (NYMEX)
Commodities Exchange (COMEX)

Examples:

GCK11.CMX – Gold in May 2011
CLM11.NYM – Crude Oil in June 2011

Some of the codes used in Yahoo! Finance will also work in the Stock app.

Times like these, I wish it was easier, like high school. That was peas. Now I feel like I’m in the dark ages, felt like the world fast forwarded 20 years, and I’m still on 1980′s tech – golden, but outdated..

But, there’s nothing I could do. Just need to see the bigger picture – if there is one in this context. Just be me self, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’ve heard that countless times.

I’m probably just a person entirely described in the article below.

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

I’m moving on. I need to.

The good thing is that the following 3 days we talked more than what we usually do, which was actually sorta like a good ending out of that. I guess barriers came down a little more and we clicked better somehow.

Hmm, maybe? I don’t know.. Who knows, maybe. And it’s never too late.

Wait, scratch that. Not that I want to but I’m now feeling very much annoyed just being there for every kind of people I know. And to be real honest, while I like making people feel happy for themselves, it’s just a pain trying to make them feel that way.

I’ve been there for people whom feel upset for not being able to take a leap, or wants to take a leap but they are afraid of the consequences. I’ve been there when things goes to hell and you need someone to pull you out of the water. I’ve been there when just showing some concern is enough. I’ve even been there when relationships goes up in flames, or at least going to.

But lets be honest, once they are out of the dark, who really cares about the person who stuck their hand deep into the sink hole and pull you out of it. Who really cares about the person who keeps pushing you to do better things. Who really cares about the person who willing to spend time and effort to lecture or even just talk you out of doing something silly or even damaging. Really, who really cares?

It sounds like I’m a miracle mental healer or something, but really, by just being there supporting people is really a mental healer. So much so I’m getting tired of it myself and I feel the need of someone else to tell me it’s okay, people do appreciate the things I do for them and my efforts doesn’t go to waste.

Yeah, sounds like just about right. I probably do need a kick in the arse to stand up right again. Again, some may ask, why do I even care? I don’t know really. Maybe I was born to make people feel good about themselves. Maybe it’s a delight and triumph itself to see some one smile after a crappy moment when you know you made them feel that way.

In the end, there would be a time when you seek compensation. Not in money of course, but in time. Well time is money you see, and it’s not something people are willing to give it back to you if they think you’re not worth their time, even if you think you did them a big favor.

The thing is, to me, I’m happy enough to see that person walks away smiling. But there are some instances, which may refer to some people that I put extra care and time into, I would really like some of your time back. It does come back as a real disappointment if expectations weren’t met, even more especially when you’re someone that’s close to heart.

Well, what do you do when that happens? I don’t know. I’m still looking for an answer to that. I’m also still trying to tell myself it’s probably a good time to let go of this person and look for someone else who’s willing to invest their time in me and not feel rejected & dejected instead.

Maybe it’s just me, it’s probably just an unsolvable puzzle that I want to solve – or maybe not. Another question I can’t solve. It would probably pass much easier if they are willing to spend just a tiny bit of their time in their hectic, stressful, eventful daily schedule.

You see, the scary thing is that IF I ever lose my phone, I won’t be able to login into my Google account. Of course there’s the backup methods to login – i.e. One-time use codes & SMS/Call codes, but still, what IF. What if the one-time use codes goes missing (say if it was in my wallet and it got stolen and the other copy at home was lost when it burnt down – touch woooood..) and phone is gone (robbers these days can’t settle for one item). Will I be able to recover it at all?

Lets hope it goes well.

If you’d like to try this out yourself, visit this link: Google Help on 2-step verification. Make sure you have your phone with you when you do this, any type of phone will do (smart phones gets like a RSA token app)

PS: touch wood touch wood.

Site has been down due to “Abuse” as what Exabytes calls it, which I think was just a one off occurrence of CPU spike. Hence they decided to disable the site, killed off my permissions and terminated my shell access, which I think is really really stupid, especially if they want to do less work. Just disable the site from public view enough la. Doinks.

Anyways, work’s great. Busy. Sleep deprived. Long OTs – not that I’m complaining, in fact had the most OT hours in a week! OT is rewarding for most of us, a day off in lieu and RM30 for dinner. Gosh more free food. Everyone in the company has either gained 3KGs or more since they joined. No kidding. EVERYONE.

A story for another day. Off to bed.

PS: Installed WP3.1. Love the admin toolbar. Gonna get rid of all the mumbo jumbo categories I have. Too much organization. Gotta mix it up a little yo.
PSS: Damn ants.