The urge for infomation....

I did something really2 stupid. I dunno why I did it but I guess you wouldn't know what you did was stupid until you did it. Can you get what I mean? I guess you can.

Anyway, what i did was not a major life threatening thing and I haven't sold my soul to the devil. I just messed with my lotus notes.

Actually I've just got my new pc. So, as a kid trapped in an adult's body... I would definitely try to check on what's new with the new pc. After checking all the basic things and realizing that there's nothing special about this new Windows Vista except most of the applications that I need are not compatible with it, I changed my attention to my lotus notes.

At first i just want to insert back the mail archive that I managed to save from my old pc into this new pc. Yup, I manage to do it. Now... there would be other things that I can do with this thing. Let see... there's a replace your database button... what will happen if I replace my database. Will I get something interesting or will the display change? Well nothing much happened except I lost all the ability to write and read mails from my lotus notes.

This is not good. I have to do something to rectify this. Well, normally u can uninstall your application software and reinstall it back right? Right? So I uninstalled the lotus notes from my pc... but i actually copied everything in another folder with hope I can something about it later.

Guess what happened? I'm not the computer genius that I thought I were.... I lost everything in the lotus notes and now I have to wait for the technician to come and reinstall everything for me. As for the time being... I'm hunger for the emails that keep filling in my inbox.... I guess when people say "you'll appreciate something that you have when you lost it"is true... Now I really miss my good old lotus notes and all the crappy emails....

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Just write...

Someone told me that I need to just write. My feelings, my experience, my travel, anything... Just write them down... Make a schedule and find a time. Don't be too critical on yourself or you won't even start... That would be almost the same message that I've given to my students. but I suppose for a different purpose. To my students I ask them to read and write a lot. Just practice writing as much as you can. You may start shaky and you'll be rereading and rewriting what you've written, but practice makes perfect. writing helps you clear your mind. Writing sharpens your delivery skills for your assignments... Anyway, I hope this is a start. the beginning of a scheduled blog post. I hope I can share a lot with people (well not really).. But I guess what's important is that I'm sharing... perhaps in the future, if there are things that I've forgotten I may be able to look back into my notes and perhaps there's life events that I would cherished in...

My Sydney (Kingsford)

My first time boarding a flight is to Sydney Australia. Never in my wildest dream to cross the oceans to live outside Malaysia for one and a half years. But it happened.. It really did happen. I was young then. Just graduated the year before and worked to fund my IELTS examinations and other preparations before flying off to the Wallabies Island. It was quite a terrifying thought as the furthest that I've been on my own was when I took the express bus to Perak to attend an interview. I remembered the day before. We had a small feast at home. Organised and prepared by the villagers. I was considered the first who went abroad at that time and in a way became the pride of the village. It was overwhelming to see how high was people expectation towards myself. The day we left for Sydney I didn't know what to expect. Being a control freak I've checked out the university's website for more than 10 times. I even printed all the information that I thought may be useful (bus / ...

Write all the recipe for me...

As always, we had a chat on the way back from school. The girls were hungry and asked what's for lunch. Well, since mummy was at home in the morning I've prepared a simple lunch for us. Masak tempoyak Ikan (fish in fermented durian gravy) and kacang botor goreng (fried winged beans) for mummy and daddy, fried chicken, fried fish and chicken soup for the kids. "Wow! So delicious mummy..." Mentioned Athiya. Then my little darling Alana said, "all mummy's cooking are delicious. When I grow up can you write all the recipe for me so I can cook delicious food like you?" Well my dear, you just know how to please me...as always. Insya Allah, when the time comes I'll teach you all that I know. I might not have the orange and torn recipe book like your late grandmother, but I'll make sure I jot down all the recipe that I know and especially those that you enjoy eating here in my blog. For you guys to see and maybe to refer to when I'm gone. InsyaAllah...

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