yandao.com - Memoirs of a player wannabe

I don’t know about you, but personally, the light - no, really, as in the light bulbs kind of light - changes the way I actually think or my work attitude, for that matter of fact.

It’s 4.44am (damn, evil number. hah!) - and I’ve been up for the whole night trying to clear my apparently endless workload. Perhaps fortune tellers *are* right - sometimes… about the kind of work-ridden life that one tends to adapt to.. BLAH!

That said, I’ve probably around 2 invoices, 2 contracts and 1 quotation, and well, 2 projects on-hand which probably all require my immediate attention.. and guess what - I haven’t laid a single keystroke on them in these like, 5 hours.

What happened 5 hours ago? The last I remembered… I was still typing sensible, words - commands, inside some text processor to actually be manifested into scripts for projects. Strange - but.. what was I doing in this stretch?

Ah, yes, of course. Someone flicked the light switch in my bedroom cum workstation. The lights went off, and I remember vaguely having loads of thoughts drifting at random to various possible scenarios - pseudo-scenarios - I’d like to call them; Scenarios that could possibly occur with respect to reality. If you’d ever watch that show by Nicholas Cage when he had the power to actually *see* the future in multiple perspectives, you’d know what I mean - everything just keeps replaying in so many possibilities that it’s difficult to stay out of a trance.

Then the creative, arty side sinks in.

By default, I’m a technical guru - the dirtier codes becomes, the more I like the code. Hah! Somehow, with the lights dimmed (or yellowed - I’ve came to notice) or even turned off, something will just kick into me - and I’ll drop *ALL* tasks at hand, including Instant Messaging, to drop around, and mess with design stuff - such as interactive portfolios, design galleries, design inspirations and all that stuff.

In one way or another, I can’t control it, unless someone physically nudges me out of this state of appreciation for.. what - beautiful multimedia? In that state, I automagically ignore everything else which going on, except looking and and interacting at/with digital art.

Sheesh. The light does change people.

(and that’s why I’ve been unproductively.. unproductive for the past few work-nights. GRR. It’s hitting me in the face now.)

Okay, my FYP is.. partially done using CodeIgniter, and truth be told, alot of time has been wasted trying to get a specific feature, called.. well, re-writing index.php into .htaccess to work with mod_rewrite.

Finally, after some sheer, dumb luck, and 8 hours of trying - I came across some example which really wasn’t supposed to work - an example for some windows WAMP server, but nevertheless, it worked with a cPanel installation.

For those who are interested, the mod_rewrite code for this is:

Options +FollowSymLinks
Options -Indexes
DirectoryIndex index.php
RewriteEngine on
RewriteCond $1 !^(index\.php|resources|images|css|js|robots\.txt|favicon\.ico)
RewriteCond %{REQUEST_FILENAME} !-f
RewriteCond %{REQUEST_FILENAME} !-d
RewriteRule ^(.*)$ index.php?/$1 [L,QSA]

For those of you who doesn’t know what this is, well, you don’t need to know

Dear all,

Apparently, there is a particular store selling crappy products such as crappy unwanted air refresheners and crappy cosmetics which will probably cause your skin to rot like crappy Char Kway Teow and/or Rojak without Cucumber and/or Mee Pok Tah Mai Hiam and/or Sugar Cane Juice without Ice.

This store is clearly riding on the “Yandao” and the “Yandao.com” branding and I seriously consider this infringement in accordance to local and Southeast Asian Intellectual Property and/or Branding regulations and laws.

I hereby denounce this particular store based on the above grounds.

(Once again, don’t buy crap.)

PS: I am serious about turning this into a lawsuit. Solicitors please feel free to drop me a message at hot_wired13 [at] hotmail.com via MSN - or alternatively you can obtain my contact number through this domain name’s WHOIS records.

Regards,

Kelvin