Lazy Coders are doomed to be punished

I don't consider myself to be a coder. Can't be, when I spend my nights in front of the pc playing COH instead of doing constructive work. Haven't started on anything other than upgrading the latest SDK. Yawn. Doesn't help that I am still mad at Google.

Now I am supposed to change something for Ubinuri and I am mentally face2palming myself because I realize I changed all the words in the game back to English already. Stupid. Should have dumped everything into the xmls instead. Idiot!!!!

Better stop being a lazy ass and finish the stuff already. The best part of working with the South Korean team is that they test my shitty app for me. For free. And they post the video so that you can see what they mean. I don't even have a working phone anymore, let alone testing the app with other functionality (e.g. phone calls) so all this testing is definitely invaluable. Absolutely priceless.

And if I finally get off my ass to do the other coding, I will definitely push the game to them for testing. *wicked grin*

WTF

My stupid new beloved Smelly Cat bag (S$6), which I had bought in Hanoi, made me lose my expensive Coach prescription sunglasses (S$350). Fell out. Whoever picked up my sunglasses, fuck you, and good luck using my 450 degree myopic lenses. But then with Lasik being so prevalent, I suppose that the person can just go to the Optician and say "Hey I had Lasik so now I want my lenses to be perfect vision."

B1 comforted me for a while then he said that it was because I am such a tight pussy that I usually buy very cheap stuff, so when I buy expensive stuff I treat them as carelessly as my cheap stuff, after I become conditioned to them being my property.

Mein Neffe has his priorities screwed on right!

Gestern war mein Neffes Geburstag. Er ist jetzt 1 Jahr alt. 

Am Freitag Abend haben wir im Tung Lok Restaurant gefeiert. Der Service war wunderbar, und das Essen, meistens appetitlich. Die Krabbenchilli war würzig aber sauer (Ja, sauer, nicht süß). Das Lustigste Teil war wenn die Kellnerin fragt wir, was die Krabben nett? Wir sagen, ungewöhnlich, wir essen sauer Krabbenchilli bevor nie. [Schnappi korrigeret: wir sagten, es war seltsam, weil wir nie zuvor saures krabbenchilie gegessen hatten] 

Die Kellnerin sieht überrascht. 

>>Eh, die Krabben sollen süß sein. Vielleicht der Koch zu viel gekocht, so ihre seine Geschmacksnerven ging schief.<< [Schnappi korrigeret: >>dadurch sind seine geschmacksnerven kaputt gegangen<<]

Richtig....

 

Wir sind voll danach Abendbrot. Denn dort war die Kuchen... mein Bruder hat die Kuchen in Pine Garden gekauft. Pine Garden ist für ihre Lychee Martini Kuchen berühmt (bekannt). Die Kuchen hat Orangenschale Torte  und Schokolade Torte. Sie bedeckt in Blauer Frabe Creme und hat Sesam Straß Charakter.

Woher ist Oskar?



 

So back to what I was saying in the title, my nephew Captain Adorable, is as greedy as his Tante. No wonder I feel this awesome love for the little degenerate. I admire his manly persistence haha, in trying new foods. When we let him try Almond Jelly after he wheedled and whined, he made a WTF face, but he still wanted more. Hahaha. 

Since it was his first year birthday, they did the Chinese tradition of putting items in front of the baby to see what he would grab. The boy knew his priorities, he grabbed the hardboiled egg, then the chicken drumstick, in lieu of the calculator and pen and whatever not. I am not quite sure what the egg and chicken drumstick are supposed to symbolise but my brother was asking for it, knowing his son's greed =D.

Mutter said that my brother grabbed the calculator. I said I wasn't surprised he is such a tight pussy *haha*.

What was INFURIATING was that today I suddenly recalled Mutter didn't say what I took as a one year old baby. So I asked her, she said nothing. We didn't do anything for you because YOU ARE A GIRL.

Fuck shit. No wonder I am always trying to prove I can do anything a guy can do.

This is why I need a DSLR

Romance @ Hoan Kiem Lake, Hanoi

I didn't realize this but the romantic lives of the people of Hanoi revolve around Hoan Kiem Lake. They woo their girlfriends there, they take their wedding photos there, they stroll or exercise there as old couples. In one afternoon, I could count 10 couples taking their wedding photos just from one side of the lake where my cab driver drove past! They especially like taking a photo under this gate.

Mr B also liked the lake, well I did. I think I walked past this lake many times, especially the first day when I was trying to buy my stupid cushion covers.

Yet another bridal couple!