Saturday, November 04, 2006

Car : To Fix or To Buy?

Today I walked around my car sitting in the garage and did a ruthless inventory.

Paint's still okay though rubber trims are already no longer rubbery. Too many years exposed to the sun. Plastic bits are already crumbly at the edges... time to replace. Cushion covers need replacing too. Some rusting spots and of course there's the skewed whatchamacalit that I need to replace that's causing my car to prefer to move to the left rather than straight ahead on the road. But that whatchamacalit is going to cost me at least five hundred of my precious little ringgits. But I shouldn't complain cos I did that to the car when I hit the bridge. Heh.

Time to replace the car?

But the engine's still good ... most of the major bits are still working fine. And whenever I think of blowing a five-digit sum on an asset (not!) that depreciates the moment you buy it, I always back away. I've never bought a brand new car.. it's always been a secondhand car for me and I don't think I'm ever going to change. I'd rather blow the money on something like a house. Hmm, come to think of it, I haven't got a house yet.

Okay, car, I fix you up some lah. You may not look as pretty and as shiny bright as some of the models on the road but at least I'm not going to land myself in financial hell.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Fish Out Of Water

The first time I learned about HTML code, I was already in my mid20's and my tutor was a 16-year-old who treated code with as much ease as she did her schoolbag and textbooks.  Familiar story huh?  But I wanted so badly to have my own webpages.  Sara was my key to those webpages.  Lucky she was accommodating.

I went on to more complicated stuff and had the greatest fun.  But I found myself a fish out of water.  Or is it a fish on land?  There I was using email, setting up websites... even now, I am blogging and just set up a tagboard.  But the majority of my IRL friends (same age and common interests) don't do the Internet.  They don't email and they don't get what a blog is about.  Worse, I keep setting up emailboxes for them and they keep losing their passwords.  Some are okay.  But they don't do Internet communication.

So my blog's not so much for communication... it's more for my personal records.  The funny thing is my blog gets tracked down mostly by former students or ICT colleagues.  As you've figured out, my closest friends aren't exactly ICT mavens.  The Internet for them is a bother because they have to go through the hassle of booting up the PC and logging onto the net.

So I find myself mostly communicating with younger relatives and friends. 

KPPM's Visit to SK Kipovo Penampang

31st of October 2006 was a big red-letter day for SK Kipovo, Penampang. For the Director General of Education, his five deputies and twenty plus directors all descended upon the pretty rural school.

SK Kipovo's one of the schools involved in a projek rintis for the I-Board technology (basically converts a whiteboard into a touchscreen) and the synergy between the teachers, the students and the technology there is good enough to get the DG to drag all his big guns all the way from Putrajaya to Penampang.

So on the last day of October, officers swarmed all over SK Kipovo, the visitors to see what the technology was all about and the local education officers to smooth the way the path the very AIR in and around the school. I was the 'lucky' creature assigned the MC job. Do it well, you sleep well at night. Do it badly... hmmm, better start pondering alternative work choices. No lah.. ha ha .. just joking. But an MC can make or break a function. Say the wrong thing or mention the wrong name... or worse, leave out some big shot's name and the shiver down your spine may stay longer than you wish.

Personally I like feeling nervous before I begin emceeing. It makes me worry about my script, the list of VIPs' names, the microphone, the speakers, the rostrum, the tokens of appreciation etcetera etcetera ad nauseam. I even pass my script around to any and all who I can grab. But that nervousness has helped me prepare better. I may cause friends to run when they see me approach them with a script but well, what to do?

My emceeing at SK Kipovo was good. Best of all, the Sabah Director of Education said,"Good job."