History dug out
When you look back at your old design works, do you feel proud seeing how much you have improved?
Fortunately, thanks to Internet Archive, I’ve found one of my favourite designs from the past. And unfortunately, I think I like it more than this current design. I shall enlighten you with a little snapshot: Version 12. How bad does it feel? To think that you designed better three years ago than now? But I’ll comfort myself by the fact that I have certainly improved in terms of layout accessibility and coding. By the way, Version 11 had 46 header slices. I crown myself Queen of “Optimisation”.
So what were you like several years ago? According to Version 4, I was quite a little brat. You know, that type of attitude many 13 or 14-year-old girls roaming on the web has (I’m just being stereotypical here), which a lot of us probably despise of. The following proves self-explanatory:
Splash page:
Requirements :+: CSS :: PHP :: 800 x 600+ :: IE 5.5 :: Sign Guestbook!
I then greet you all with a “Would you like to vote for my site at DNW Top 100?” pop-up. Surely, that earnt me a lot of votes! I mean really, it did. I also had a changing title bar! How cool is that? But the post on 14 July 2003 was “teh biatch”:
Watch out people… You skip the splash page I kill you…
Reason? I placed my OKcounter on the splash page. I wanted to see the numbers go up so skipping was a no-no! Attention-seeker. And I also had a “Wall of Shame”. Hee hee heee.
Forgive me, I was 13. I really want to know what I had on my ancient “Wall of Shame” and how I constructed my “Rules/FAQ”; but those pages were gone.
A while ago I also dug out my childhood diary and this was on the front page: (excuse the poor English, it was during my first year in NZ)
Date: 15.9.98
… some people get some letters from me. The letters inside, I had write somethings about Jenny was so bad, when after holidays, she came back to NZ, she didn’t have any friend can play with her, Ha! ha! because I’ll writing letter to everybody about she was very very bad…
Hey, how cool was that? Miss eight-year-old egghead. Incredibly cute though, the last pages of the diary were filled with my personal “love stories” from 2001. I wonder what I’ll think of myself now in a few years’ time?
