exchanging peasantries
- black mng basic top
- cotton peasant skirt with purple details. gift from suet :)
- flowered slippers
- long multicoloured beaded necklace. gift from janet :)
to exclude certain categories from the main page of your blog (assuming you’re like the other 99% non-freaks who use blog posts not a static page as your main page) like how i’m not cluttering my posts with my baju category aka category 23 and instead forcing voyeuristic casual surfers with ephebephilic tendencies to click on a navigational link in my interesting footer…
deep breath
in the earlier layout, i used wordpress’ built-in Query_posts, placing following syntax into the index.php file of my theme. (whitespace makes no difference.)
<?php
if (is_home()) {
query_posts("cat=-23");
}
?>
but for some reason, this method didn’t work with derek powazek’s awesome minimalist DePo skinny theme (which, if you hadn’t noticed, i’m currently loving).
so, i googled this trick. just pop in
<?php query_posts($query_string . “&cat=-23″); ?>
before the line that says:
< ?php if (have_posts()) : ?>
ta-dah! done.additional: for hemingway reloaded template, insert &cat=-23 into existing query like so
<?php query_posts(‘showposts=10&cat=-23‘); ?>
i’ve done it.
and so the countdown begins. 55 days to self-destruction.
xxx
hwe was briefing us on a internal regional job. his first point was some balderdash about a multilayered society. he then singled me out (smoothly i might add, the suave bastard) as a great example.
i’m chinese. i club with my malay friends whom i’ve known since secondary school (that’s high school for you non-malaysians). i speak fluent mandarin with some (ronn would argue MOST) of the office colleagues. and i’m an english copywriter.
his delivery was very convincing and i was sold on myself before he was even done.
hell yeah, i’m awesome. :)
i decided on boundaries the moment i locked down on some random domain name under which to host these mou liu posts. not very meaningful ones at that, i’ll be the first to agree. but satisfying to a certain degree.
no more real personal posts.
sure there can be long rambling emotional outbursts with no clear direction. they still linger within the borders of being somewhat acceptable.
not being anonymous (as khoo choo ki of femes minishorts.net already pointed out where i work – supposedly to scare me into a forced admission of her delusions of fame. bitch, puuuuuhlease.) means the likelihood of being subjected to trolls is as certain as having the sun rise the next day.
getting trolled is actually preferable to people trying (and on one occasion succeeding) to hax0r my personal accounts.
my facebook account fell prey to someone (whose identity i have reasonable suspicions about) who copied all my messages and sent them to related parties. to which i now say, HA? WHAT? it was damn dull stuff. like, extremely mundane exchanges, possibly about the weather, sometimes about scrabulous.
what the hell, people?
so, ridicule my clothes. i love them.
criticize my hair. i hearts my houdini stylist.
make fun of my drunken escapades. i enjoyed them.
you shall have nothing else to fuel the gossip. HA!
just sharing some links for my obsession with online shopping.
same stuff behind the link after the jump.