Monster in the net...

Internet has been one of the things that people cannot live without. But we forget that we have been too dependent on it. This ‘dependent’ sort of thing make us easily frustrated if something unpredictable happens.

The holiday work surf on last Friday morning to google the relevant articles related to my research area turn out to be the biggest surprise to date. My research proposal was published, in pdf form, readily to be read and downloaded and at that time point was uploaded just 20 hours before.

Somehow, somebody had managed to create an empty account, and linked it to the famous fb account of my student.

Well, the proposal which was supposed to be a secret had been emailed to her, once. She downloaded it to the office computer to be printed. That’s the leaked, if it was to be believed.

But if people can cheat on the identity online, then nothing is impossible nowadays.

The naivety inside me would never think that this could take place.

Be very afraid people; be very afraid of the net!

Rain but not that 'Rain'....

Kelantan is at war again with ‘banjir’ or flood. Everyone seems to be talking about the ‘raining cats and dogs’ affair. Just like the casual conversation that goes, “How’ the weather?” in the ‘My Fair Lady’ scripted dialog.

Nevertheless, I am enjoying it.

I did stroke more than just a morning hi and evening bye with our cleaner lady and asked her about the situation at her area. She too candidly talked about her house in Tanjung Merak where the water seemed to be on rise.

These things (talking), both of us never did.

Just wish that nothing bad will happen to anyone. Take a good care of oneself and leave the rest to Him.

Opps...That Rain in the title is referred to the Korean singer with the same stage name.

Me, badwoman?

I felt bad.

I had to ask my senior colleague that initially was invited to be part of the research grant application if she wanted to stay or not for the new application. Well, for that part there was nothing to feel bad about.

Alright, the whole story went like this - the previous grant was rejected. Thus, we were looking at the new opportunity to fund the research. This new one needed us to fill in our CV in their database which means internet. All of us, except her, had previously had done the part.

So, what had I done? I asked her even knowing that she just fractured her one of her bone of the forearm and of course not being able to type. Wow!

I felt bad.

Size really matter

Who else can I blame for my ballooning size? It’s all because of me being too comfortable in eating. Alhamdulillah but at least I need to remember that bigger in size doesn’t reflect healthiness. Got to do something about this…