Working in Giant was so fun, I get experience that none other place can provide.

I now know how the retail business work, how they do their promotions, and how the supply chain in retail business operates.

And I know, how the store POS system do daily postings to the ERP.

Most importantly, I made a lot of new friends. I was so happy, I look forward to lunch and dinner makan² trips.

But now, I am no longer there. I am no longer a Cashier in Giant I had moved on, searching for my goal in life.

Good Bye, and Take Care !

If you are, kill yourself to wake up.

Down at Earth, at the funeral, the Indian fella woke up from the coffin.
Everyone was shocked, of course. The Indian guy explained to
everyone that God decides to let them live but have to pay the angel
the sum of RM1000. The Indian said he straight away paid the angel
lump sum cash of Rm1000 without hesitation.

Everyone was puzzled. Why only the Indian was revived. Where is the Chinese and Malay. The Indian explained

“The Chinese will be coming down very soon. He’s negotiating the price
with the Angel. He won’t pay unless the angel agree with RM800.”
“The Malay?”

He is waiting for the Government to fund him.

This issue happen because the Inventory cube is not compressed, and you’re building an aggregate over it, rollup takes long time, query runtime is extremely slow. You tell your user to restrict more selections when running the report, especially posting date/key dates try to put shorter duration. But the report is still so slow. Why? Because U do not have compression LOH.

What happens when you compress your data in Cube is that fact table lines will be transferred from F to E table. What significant outcome will you get by moving the data across another table? The answer is PERFORMANCE. Just follow the best practice :-

A maximum number of 20 – 30 partitions per f table are recommended (that figure comes from a “one load a day and 30 days a month” scenario).

Partitions on the E fact table may be more numerous because in queries there usually will be time restrictions that reduce the number of partition accesses (partition pruning) because the partitions on the E facttable are by some time criterion (OCALMONTH or 0FISCPER).

On the F table, every partition must be accessed for every query because there is no effective restriction on the p-dimension partitioning key on the F facttable, and due to load performance the Indexes on the F table are all local indexes. This will cause unacceptable query response times if there are too many partitions.

What is wrong with the current architecture is… there is no compression! we overcome slow query runtime by implementing aggregates, aggregates and aggregates. We have even aggregates with mean value 2 with Valuation —–|

So the best approach is to use simple technique like compression. Aggregation gives even more problem. I later found out why the previous consultants from 1 of the Big 4 did not use Compression is because “the value went wrong after compression” hence they avoided compression until now. I wonder where these Big 4 get their SAP CONsultants from, primary school?

My eye feels weird looking at the emails. I thought washing my face should be okay. But situation worsen when I need to debug the ABAP codes T_T

Couldn’t take it anymore, went to see doctor. Complain having double image of everything I see. It’s like watching Avatar 3D in cinema but without wearing the 3D glasses.

this is what i see, double images

Doctor refuse to do anything but instead wrote a recommendation letter to a famous private hospital here. I am sked. The medical bill is very expensive there. I ask whether my situstion is serious, he said my retina could have dislocate WTF. I shit brix @.@

Did not go to the hospital but some eye specialist. They gave me some eye drops that make my pupil grow(center black of ur iris/eye) so big allowing massive light entering my retina making my eye so sensitive towards light. This will last for 4-5 hours so that doctor can examine my retina easier with the enlarged pupil.

Piktar somewhat related.

Everything seems blur and Bokeh. I have to wear sun glass and cover my head with cloth.

Doc gave me MC (yay) and I’ll need to do some CT scan this week. Suspect brain problem T.T

I was so afraid I’m gonna go blind. From now onwards I will spend maximum only 10 hours in front of computer. I might even leave the IT field, for the sake of my health. What field should I venture into?

So the story is, me & my colleagues sat down and order our food, then this pair of mother and her son (around 20s) came back from computer fair and sat next to us.

The mother went to toilet while the son switched on his laptop and was working on it. Then the mother came back and ordered her food with the waitress while the son went to the toilet. While his son went away, the mother just turn the laptop around and used it for a while. Then the son came back and and suddenly scolded the mother, we were dumbfounded @_@, how come just suddenly scold her?? whatever the case is, we heard the son used the ‘F’ word on his own mother, even his own drink spilled on his laptop, so he scold his mother even more.

He yelled and ask why the hell his mom insist on following him to computer fair in the first place, embarrassed him in front of his friends, bla bla bla. Then he just took the laptop off from the table, just like tat. Leaving the mother alone on the table and his leftover stuffs from computer fair. I really pity the mother, like everyone was staring at her like that. the son really no use punya.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

By: Andy Weir

I don’t understand why people diss me for supporting germany. They support england, brazil, spain, argentina but don’t accept me supporting germany -_-”

I am pretty confident Germany will win this year WC.