My First iExperience

Jun 292009

Who would have predicted that I will fall in love with my iPod Touch?

It’s funny that barely a month and half after I claimed that I will have nothing to do with Apple and its products in this post, I succumb to the alure of an offer to sell an iPod Touch for a little over half the price.

Yesterday I brought my first paid app from iStore. I am planning to use PocketMoney to regulate my financial records, after I’ve lost my Excel-based records together with the mini thumb drive. Oh the joy of trying out the new stuff; it’s like receiving duit raya out of the blue!

This is what happened when you’re single, sent outstation for an assignment, and got nothing else to do.

His Legacy Lives On

Jun 292009

I am not a great fan of Michael Jackson, but I share the sad feeling with others from all around the globe.

MJ, as he was famously known, has passed away at the age of 50. I personally like some of his songs, and until today I still dance to some of his tunes. Despite his checkered personal life, I learned a lot of stuff from his songs – about life, poverty, injustice, Earth, and most importantly, on English. Funny but true.

May his soul rest in peace, ameen.

Of Building a Mosque

Jun 282009

Marriage is seen here as akin to the construction of the house of lord.

From my count, there will be a total six weddings hosted by seven of my co-workers (a clever analyst will realized that one wedding is between two of my co-workers). Including yesterday’s one, there will only (hopefully) be two more left.

I went to two and skip two of the other weddings; I skipped the first because of transport, I went to the second with friends, I skipped the third because I was outstation, and yesterday was the fourth. Based on the pattern, might it be possible that I will skip one and go for the other one?

I am not sure. After all, I can only plan to attend it. I can’t fathom the politics of attending vs. not attending from the perspective of office relationship, because it is really up to the availability of my time, isn’t it? All this talk about “if you don’t go, then people won’t come to yours” is inaccurate to say the least, because eventually it boils down to the individual itself.

And when will it be my time? That, my readers, I can’t surely answer as of this moment.

Hands Full

Jun 282009

I could not have imagine that internal auditing work is taxing.

I barely have time to write my thougts out. It was work, work, work… with no end in sight. Not to mention the excessive socio-politic landmine that we had to wade through.

However, that is what I was paid for. I can’t complain about it. Looking forward to the curtain close this 30th June.

Chin Peng

Jun 042009

Can you understand the sentiment of wanting to allow Chin Peng, former Parti Komunis Malaya (PKM) leader, to come back to Malaysia?

Because I don’t. I couldn’t fathom the logic behind this insane, stupid, irrelevent, insensitive proposal. He was a leader of an organisation that had cause terror to many on our homeland.

Yet, not even three decades after they finally gave up their armed struggle, we have hippies out there that preach of  ‘personal freedom’ and ‘human rights’, and succumb to his personal plea of ‘wanting to visit his father’s grave’ before he meets that father of his in another realm.

Then tell me this – who can answer this question by a victim of PKM brutality, in response to Chin Peng’s plea: “tell me where my father’s grave is”. Many have lost their lives during the emergency, some without a known resting place of their own.

To be ignorant of your own county’s history is a sin of a big magnitude.