Thanks to daynah. I now belong to two more these online social networking sites: pownce & twitter.
Hey, you can watch a video on twitter even.
pownce is prettier and better written and gives you more control but less popular than twitter.
Talking about great tools for online stalking.
It’s scary but it makes me want to recheck my cell phone plan to see if it charges extra for texting.
Oh yea 8 featured firefox plugins for twitter. I installed twitter box/twitter notifier. It works well.
This book hit something deep inside of me. I can draw so many parallels between Niang and my own mother. Even Lydia’s behaviors remind me of my mother. It reminds me how my mother used to fall asleep and snore in 20 minutes while I was heart broken and sobbing unceasingly next to her hurt by her words or actions. It’s funny that I cannot put my thoughts in a collective manner as the author did in the book but last night I could not put the book down while I was near the end even though I was tired out of my mind. As I grow older and spend absolutely no time with my mother, I cannot forget what she’s done to me. I can forget the details of an event but I will never forget the heart wrenching feelings, the aching sleepless nights and the despair and disbelief in the fact my own mother doesn’t love me. Although I always thought I’m not alone, this book did a job beyond my belief of proving it. While I admire the author’s tenacious courage to seek for love in her family, I know from my own experience that love sometimes just doesn’t exist from your closest kin. It’s forever a void in your heart. I loved my mother consciously and unconsciously for many many years and I probably still do. What hurts the most is the feeling of love unreturned and unappreciated. For me, at least I am trying my best to stop “wasting” love on a person unworthy of it. But how can a child truly get away from his/her parent emotionally? We sometimes laugh as why some women won’t leave their abusive husbands. Deep down I understand their sadness. I thought for many years that I would no longer suffer once I live independent of my parents. But until today I still weep uncontrollably when reminded of my emotion attachment of my past and my mother.
Here’s my new doggie wubo:
Just kidding. This is not a new dog. It’s just bubo with his ears pulled down Isn’t he cute?
I needed a pick list script at work. I looked around and found a jQuery plugin but it didn’t do all I wanted so I modified it. I thought I’d share my final results with you. I will contact the original author to see if he wants to include my changes to his version as well.
Live demo + Documentation + Download
I purchased a flickr pro account for two years today. I never used flickr much but recently I revisited the falbum plugin for wordpress and was quite impressed not only with the plugin but the flickr API. I then revisited flickr to upload some of the baby photos for bubo and misty and found their interface had yet improved again. Their UI is very web 2.0 and works pretty much like a desktop app. Since I received some donation and advertising money online in my paypal recently, I wanted to use it up. After I uploaded some photos and found that a basic account is only allowed to have 3 sets, I’ve decided to go pro. It’s $47.99 for two years. For their service, I think it’s worth it. I need to spend some time to truly config and style falbum before I can integrate it with wordpress. I look forward to it.
Now let’s visit the sets that may bring a mom to tears. Bubo growing up and misty growing up.