Shame on you!!!

In my last weblog article on 27th Feb, 2004, in my comment, people claim that " It's weird how the brain tries to classify people and things into predefined groups" and "VB programmers wear kakis, sandals and cheap shirts they got from devcon,Java programmers wear loose painters pants and etc and so on. However, are those claims true? Yes, as a programmer or what-so-ever IT profession you yourself involve into doesn't really need dress up accordingly but do this give you the right to wear as what you wanted in any sort of company which by the way have "Dress Code". J.C Larry might be saying the truth but is "Anonymous" be so inmature to actually post up this article by J.C Larry which has what-so-no-connection to this entire case. Yes it is true that all sales people have to dress-up nicely to impress customer and I agree that most programmer are into just plain jeans and T-Shirt but what give a person a right to just walk up to a company and say "I want to wear jeans and T-shirt because I am a programmer". If the company demands formal, what then, sue this company with J.C Larry's article? Well then again, before posting somebody nicely well type article, please actually don't disgrace people's article and to think that you can actually have it your way. Until you yourself open your own company and decide what your staff might wear, just look at the mirror and see that "You are not the BOSS!!" and do us a favor and not to disgrace all the programmer in the world but yourself. PS: I didn't say that wearing sandal is a crime in a company but to think that, just to prove I'm wrong in wearing JUST a tie and proving by wearing a sandal is so inmature...

Dress the Part!!!!

In the world of corporate, when it comes to men and women to play their role in “Dress the Part”, women initially have been given the privileges to be stylist. Common lets face it, women can wear either pants or skirt, high heels, T-shirt, plain anything and they still consider formal. Unlike men, where there is only T-shirt, long pants, coat and ties are all the option they could get. Unlike women, where they have the option to choose either long or short skirt, men would be a total geek if he wear long-kind-of-short pants which look like somebody is wearing their junior high school pant to work. So I’m a little too much, but truthfully, as much as we “Men” want or to think that we can actually own or wear something like Giorgio Armani or Hugo Boss is totally out of some of our league. But who am I kidding, I work in a software house and from where I stand, fashion is not something that most of us care of. The men just plain T-shirt and pant and worst still, some wear exactly the same combination every single day. As for the women, they seem fine in dressing up and look pleasant as possible. Although it is not entirely my business, but toward certain extend, some just wear slipper and to think that he owned the company himself (Which by-the-way, he didn’t) and darn proud of himself. Where else for me, in some special occasion, I like to dress the part, not because of showing off but simply bring out a different mood and it is funny,because last two day, our company is expecting an important guest, and as to bring good image to my own company, so I wear just plain tie and the whole company make a big deal over it. It actually hit me that, most of my own company's people actually doesn’t care about their image and also the company image. Some also ask me to take off my tie because they think it is silly and to prove me wrong, he wear slipper the next day to show our important guest. Lucky for him, nobody actually notice him except for his loud Look-At-Me-I’m-Loud impression. Anyway, that is not the point, it is sad that although we all work in an IT firm, nobody actually cares about what to wear and how we all should wear. Maybe is the non-interest in each individual but then again, it would be fun if all of us actually “Dress the part”!!!

Weekends!!!

I open my eye into a brand new day. It been a while that the sun have chance to prick my eye and listen to the sweet singing of canary bird instead of the rooster’s crowing and ringing bell courtesy of the primary school which happen to be outside of my window. However, minus the entire wonderful thing that welcomes my awake, I was kind of upset. The moment I open my eye, the first thing that came to my thought is the word that I fear off… “Weekend”. Call me crazy because everyone can’t seem to wait for these days to come after all the hard work they have done during the weekday and my feeling is totally opposite theirs. During my work time, there is thing for me to do, a sense or a purpose in life and something I hope to achieve in my career. Where else in weekend, instead of me relaxing or go out with friends, I can’t seem to wait for “Monday” to come so I could work again. I’m not workaholic and the task that I handle during my work time is minor stuff. Actually, I don’t have any chance to touch any major stuff because, first, I’m the clown in my company, so nobody take me seriously, second, I’m lousy in programming, so nobody actually trusted me in doing any modules and lastly, I always get blame if the project doesn’t work and I didn’t even touch that module yet. Some work life huh. Well at least better than my silence weekend. I have plans, my friends ask me out and there is so much I can really do but I don’t know why my heart want to stuck in the room. Well…too bad for me…then...

Being Minority!!!

I was born in a place where rich culture, different race and exotic religion define the whole content of what my country really is. Not only that, with clever publicities and proper broadcasting, it announce to the whole world how beautiful our country is and how we all manage to stand together although we belong in different races. I was that proud citizen. I’m not ashamed although I was born under the minority group and I was proud of my own heritage and my own root. However, what really disappoint me was, although my country speak arrogantly how we all stand together, but in reality, I don’t see any of that. How can we all stand together if the majority gets the most of it while the minority gets nothing at all? How can we say we are one while most of us fight among ourselves? Yes, in any society, the majority get to rule but do that give them the excuse to be lazy and all they can do is to blame those minority that work hard to fit and survive in the society. To me, the place I hate the most is going to any government office. Why? Well most because most of the time, we get bad treatment. Just because of different race, we were to put into lowest priority and we have to wait although it is our turn. Moreover, the time management and the whole structure of how they handle their daily routine is such a shame thing if I were to describe in here. Although I know that I don’t have any right to criticize my own country, but at least I hope that they can really open their eye and realize that what is happen to their own country and see what is their own mistake instead of pointing finger and improve it. I'm not trying to boycot anything but i want to see some improvement and i was hoping that we all really can live together as what our country claim to be and built a better future for the next generation yet to come for any race.

Simple Mind!!!

It was like normal typical day, where at some part, I felt like I’m running in a circle and I just keep continuing. Not that I’m complaining, but the way I see it, it lead to nowhere. Unlike some people who have dreams and actually work their ass-off so that they can buy what they need and sadly, I don’t. Nowadays, I keep hearing my friend wanted to buy cars, house, owning a credit cards, etc. and then come the loan, money problem, planning and everything seem like a ‘hot topic’ these day or have I outdated myself or have my so-called-friend reach a point where “happening stuff” is too young and bold until they are to old to handle it anymore. Unlike them, I was a bit fortunate to actually owning all the stuff that they dream off and without even have to put any effort in it but do that make me any lesser than them. To them, I can sense a little bit of jealousy but who are them to judge me. So, I have reached that part, what’s next? It has come to my senses that there is more to life than meet the eye. To me, I didn’t see my self as most of friend is where dream is all that matter. There are so many things in this world and I barely scratch the surface of knowledge itself and I would be a fool if I let other people holding me back just because of what they think less of me. I wont used the term “achieving my dream” which my so-called-friend claim it but doing nothing to achieve it. I like to use a simpler term, where “I learning now, to build a better future for me and those I hold dear to me”. Yeah, maybe I’m still a virgin in this “working life” but hey, it been 3 month since I start and I’m still survive...Hehe

Death to Sea!!!

Taking off my red shirt, I lay down naked on the beach. My body touches the very crystal white clear sand but it was like fire crawling into my skin but yet it feels simply irresistible. Blazing heat courtesy of the flaming abode of the phoenix just fly trough me. I can fell the wave coming like a million of stallion galloping toward me. Wind gifted from heaven accompany with the grand orchestra of sea shell that steal my soul away with their grand harmony. I turn my eye to the sea and I was speechless. Such state of art, so divine, so surreal. Never knew the underworld kingdom rule by Triton were so exotic and yet so deadly. I was poison by the beauty of the scene itself. I was dragged toward the sea, maybe I was voodoo by the sweet singing by the mermaids. I touch the water and how it caresses my skin, washing my sin away. I walk and never turn back and finally I knew… I'm dead and alive again and I become part of the sea...

Back alley of New York City!!!

Having the gift of sights that let me see so many wonderful living souls around me and how times actually let me experience so many beutiful and yet sad moment at the same time. Been claim to have the gift of having so many friends around me but still i feel lonely most of the time. Having the gift of making other people laugh and smile but tears is all i have. I picture myself walking in the back alley of new york city, nothin but just plain black and white. I have nothin but a stray cat that sing the blue in the night. Dressing up like Sherlock Holmes but my mistery and my sins still remain unsolve. How long will this alley ends, should i continue or should i stop. In this situation, should i follow my heart or used my head. Will i follow my desire and end up loosing my rasionality or should i follow what right and end up regret. Either way, i will make my choice and choice i will make down the back alley of New York City.