Thursday, December 31, 2009

My last week in 2009

Another year gone! Where do the days go huh? Seriously is it just me or does anyone else been subject to extreme time loss as well? Hmm maybe Mulder's conspiracy theory was right all along!

So these are the last few days of 2009... What have I been doing? Hmm lets see...

Week started on Sunday with me and my friends tuning on to the Avatar hype - we really wanted to see it last Sunday but we had to postpone it because we couldn't get tickets on short notice.

Monday saw me dragging myself off to work. Really its such a crime when you have to work in the last week of December :( What with the whole festive mood and all. And almost everyone goes on leave that the office is so deserted! Nothing is as depressing during office hours as being surrounded by empty desks and blank screens - serving as constant reminders to you that somewhere, someone is frolicking in the golden sands of Trinco/ living it up in Bangkok/ Sleeping till noon while , YOU are NOT.

On Tuesday I made a startling discovery. After working in Eclipse for nearly 6 years ( that is if you count the 'I love Java' days at uni) I just found out that you can actually have workspaces configured for breakpoints. And this is something that I've often wished they'd have too. Imagine my surprise/dismay when I discover its been there all along!
For those of you who have no idea what a workspace is, its like grouping the breakpoints and setting one group to be active for debugging at a time? This is really really helpful if you're working on several bugs at the same time - so that halfway though a bug investigation, if you had to debug another completely different bug, you can just create a new breakpoint workspace and your old set of breakpoints would still be untouched... And for those of you who have no idea what a breakpoint is, ... OK never mind.

On Wednesday, that is today, I have fulfilled one of my lifelong dreams. Um ok maybe not lifelong. :D But definitely something I've really really wanted.

Estee Lauder Pleasures Intense! First took my sniff of this heavenly scent 2 years ago when I went perfume shopping for a friend. I tried this on and when I went home about 6 hours later, I could still smell it ...

And I heard the funniest story during lunch today : Have a friend who lives at Park road, and evidently when she woke up yest morning, there was this huuuge porcupine at the front door! Needless to say, she freaked out, and being an animal lover, wanted to make sure the poor porcupine wouldn't get hurt, so unable to find the zoo number, she called 119 (!). This is the convo she had:

friend : මේ... අපේ ගෙදර දොර ගාව ඉත්තෑවෙක් ඇවිත්. ඌව අරන් යන්න පුලුවන්ද?
119 : කොහෙන්ද කතා කරන්නෙ?
friend : පාක් රෝඩ්
119 : හං පාක් රෝඩ් එකේ ඉත්තෑවෙක් ද? එහෙනම් මරා ගෙන කන එකයි ඇත්තෙ.

Thursday.... *sigh Last day of the year!
Lets see now... what shall I do on Thursay the 31st of Decemeber 2009? Hmmm
Firstly, I'm going to wake up around 10 am ( hehe ) and then...
oh well I'll take it from there :D

PS : The Avatar image is taken from

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

These bloody southerners...

I went to this salon last weekend - its not a fantastic one in any sense, but quite capable and walking distance from my house.
So I go there, and when I enter, I'm greeted by a tall woman with weird doll eyes. I do a double take and realize to my amusement that she's wearing sky blue contacts.
So anyway, even though I arrived at my appointed time, they have taken another girl in, so I'm asked to wait. OK, fine, so I wait. While I wait, I can't help listening to a hilarious convo between the blue eyed giantess (who owns the salon) and another distinguished lady whose hair is being cut by blue eyes.
Convo starts like this:

distinguished lady - here, what happened to that boy from matara who used to work here darling?

blue eyed giantess - he left ane. without prior notice too.

d.l - tsk tsk... well ane, what can you expect? hes from matara ne.. you can never trust a southerner, I always say

b.e.g - ya ya men. you know what they say - Matarin eha balalek wath genna epalu ne.

d.l - no no darling - Bentara gagin eha.

b.e.g - same thing no men? all bloody swindlers these southerners.

d.l - ya ya. they know how to sweet talk and get their work done.

b.e.g - hmm but you know men, they're not educated neda? ignorant lot them.

Note : this 'educated' giantess has perched a big bronze laughing buddha statue at the counter on a tray overflowing with one rupee coins. If not for the insult to a great spiritual teacher by covering his statue with money in hope that it will bring more customers to her salon, this height of ignorance would actually be side splitting.

At this point I consider interrpting this lovely heartfelt exchange and informing them that I have one foot firmly planted in the deep south - my mother being a full blooded 'bloody southerner'.

It's then that the guy sitting next to me clears his throat.
'Ahem... actually ma'am, I am from the south too - from Ambalangoda.' He says. 'The general's home town' he adds helpfully.

An uncomfortable silence ensues - broken only by a stifled gigle from yours truly.

'Oh' says the d.l a mite disdainfully.

'Oh yes' says the guy. 'Actually I know his family too - look I have his number also'

At which point d.l hastily gets up and explains to the b.e.g that she has to pick up her son from swimming and has to leave ASAP.


But seriously. Sheesh. What's with these people anyway? I know people from the south, west, east and north - and some people are good and others are not so good. People are just people. How can you generalize that people from a certain part of the country are like so? Why do some people always think that they are better than other people?

Friday, December 11, 2009

Out of office!

Ahh my much awaited annual leave finally starts today! This is, after all what I've been dreaming of during those lengthy boring meetings.. Incidentally, I've discovered that no one actually listens at these weekly meetings. It seems that everyone has assumed that everyone else was listening – but then, as it turns out, no one has any idea on half the things that were discussed.

Yesterday for instance, we had one – We have to write up a report for these meetings consisting of what we've been upto and as usual, you only remember about the bloody report on the morning of the accursed meeting. And with my usual luck, I had another meeting in the morning, which left me too little time to figure out what everyone in the team had been doing and where all the man hours seem to have disappeared.

11 am : Me counting hours in the backlog

11.30 am: Me counting number of resolved bugs. Usual feeling of 'What? Only this much?'

12 noon: Tummy complains! I race to the lunch room and gobble up some food

12.30 pm: I'm freaking out now! Only 30 minutes left and I still haven't finished the report. I so hate Excel

1 pm : Saved! That nice old guy across the ocean sends a text : "I am sitting in a train that is broken. I will be late for the meeting". Bless all the broken trains in Linchoping!

We did have the meeting – even though we started late – and I kept zoning off and trying to remember some cha cha dance steps for some reason. Hmm. Weird. I mean why cha cha? Why not for instance, Jive? Hmm

The guy whos talking asks me how many bugs were reopened and I almost go "2-3-4- and -1". I stop at 2. Fortunately, 2 is also the exact number reopened bugs! Phew!

Anyway, now I am officially 'Out of Office and will be back by 17th. Please contact XX during my absence. ' Hahah That's what people get if they try to mail me :D