Cowon D2

June 24th, 2008

Cowon iAudio D2 Review - Anything But iPod

The video review is a little too slick and slavish for my tastes, but it does demonstrate why I think this is the right PMP for me. Long battery life, expandable memory, great sound quality all point to a thumbs up in my book. My only other choices right now are the 32GB Zen and the 60GB Zen Vision M from Creative. I’d considered the Samsung YP-P2, but the fact that the 16GB model is unavailable in Singapore and that there’s neither expandable memory nor TV-out, as well as limited video codec support don’t do it any favours. The 3″ touch screen is really cool though and supposedly has some of the best sound quality around, with solid firmware upgrades adding games, audio codec support and more.

There are of course more high tech models coming up soon ( as always), so I’ll probably wait awhile before putting any money down.

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And I’ll form the head!

June 1st, 2008

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The new series of billboards promoting the new Singapore kit is quite impressive, featuring members of the Singapore team against a backdrop of fiery, Voltron-esque lions.

What would be even better would be if the jerseys themselves were to show a similar of level of imagination and creativity. Instead they’re a rather bland affair, looking like Nike had some red jerseys in their warehouses that nobody wanted and decided to sew the Singaporean flag onto them.

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I’ve never been a huge football fan, but FC St. Pauli has me intrigued.

Invisibility

May 26th, 2008

After ICT…

Nenek: Look, Farah Adibah. Uncle Zhak is so dark!
Farah: Yah! I can’t see him!

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excerpt from Asad’s The Road to Mecca

May 20th, 2008

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“One day I asked a hajji, who understood a little English: ‘Do you really believe that God expects you to show Him your respect by repeated bowing and kneeling and prostration? Might it not be better only to look into oneself and to pray to Him in the stillness of one’s heart? Why all these movements of your body?’ As soon as I had uttered these words I felt remorse, for I had not intended to injure the old man’s religious feelings. But the hajji did not appear in the least offended. He smiled with his toothless mouth and replied:

‘How else then should we worship God? Did He not create both, soul and body, together? And this being so, should man not pray with his body as well as his soul? Listen, I will tell you why we Muslims pray as we pray. We turn toward the Kaaba, God’s holy temple in Mecca, knowing that the faces of all Muslims, wherever they may be, are turned to it in prayer, and that we are like one body, with Him as the centre of our thoughts.

First we stand upright and recite from the Holy Koran, remembering that it is His Word, given to man that he may be upright and steadfast in life. Then we say, God is the Greatest, reminding ourselves that no one deserves to be worshipped but Him; and bow down deep because we honour Him above all, and praise His power and glory.

Thereafter we prostrate ourselves on our foreheads because we feel that we are but dust and nothingness before Him, and that He is our Creator and Sustainer on high.Then we lift our faces from the ground and remain sitting, praying that He forgive us our sins and bestow His grace upon us, and guide us aright, and give us health and sustenance. Then we again prostrate ourselves on the ground and touch the dust with our foreheads before the might and the glory of the One.

After that, we remain sitting and pray that He bless the Prophet Muhammad who brought His message to us, just as He blessed the earlier Prophets; and that He bless us as well, and all those who follow the right guidance; we ask Him to give us of the good of this world and of the good of the world to come. In the end we turn our heads to the right and to the left, saying, Peace and grace of God be upon you and thus greet all who are righteous, wherever they may be.

It was thus that our Prophet used to pray and taught his followers to pray for all times, so that they might willingly surrender themselves to God which is what Islam means and so be at peace with Him and with their own destiny.

I began to feel an unwonted humility whenever I saw a man standing barefoot on his prayer rug, or on a straw mat, or on the bare earth, with his arms folded over his chest and his head lowered, entirely submerged within himself, oblivious of what was going on around him, whether it was in a mosque or on the sidewalk of a busy street: a man at peace with himself.”

From Muhammad Asad’s The Road to Mecca.

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The Trouble with Nalgene

May 4th, 2008

The news came out a while back that even reusable plastic water bottles posed a possible major health risk with Nalgene, one of the bigger names in the water bottle industry, being a particular major offender due to its inclusion of Bisphenol A in many of its products. I’ve been using Nalgene water bottles for awhile now, and it seems awfully wasteful for me to simply throw them out when they’re still in good condition. Regardless, I’ll probably use them for a few years more until they get banged up beyond repair and then I’ll probably make the switch to SIGG and/or Klean Kanteens.

Don’t Buy A Nalgene Water Bottle Until You Read This : TreeHugger

Canada Calls Bisphenol A “Dangerous” : TreeHugger

the boys @ 3+ months

March 12th, 2008

the boys

Akmal has taken to sucking his thumb regularly. Hilman has an outie.

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Time for Lime Part Deux

March 12th, 2008
Listening to: Deftones - “Minerva” - Deftones

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I’d been down for a while now, for various reasons.

My family is moving into my brother’s place. It’ll be nice to have everybody in one location again, but as nice and roomy as their apartment is the loss of space and privacy is something I’ll feel. Especially since I’m still unemployed. Which is another sore point. I didn’t get a job I’d thought I’d get (having gone through several levels of applications), although I’m not so much upset with that as I am with the fact that I actually still have to keep looking for full-time employment. Separately all these things probably wouldn’t have been that bad, but together they just compound to make things seem far worse than they really are.

But as it turns out, all I needed was to get out of the house and spend some time with my friends. I think being cooped up in the house with only my PC and a copy of the classifieds for company and surrounded by all these boxes is just a downer in itself, and doesn’t help matters at all. So last Saturday I was at the Lime Flea Market for the second time with the help of the lovely and talented Winda. For the sake of money and space, I had to let go of some clothes, CDs and comics.

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The Roots - Rising Down

March 11th, 2008

75 Bars (Black’s Reconstruction)

Get Busy

The Roots get incredibly gully with it. The new album drops 29th April. I hope everybody who’s going to the show enjoys himself/ herself. They’re incredible live.

And on an entirely different note, Birthday Girl. By the Roots. And Patrick Stump. Seriously.

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Blue Boy - Remember Me

March 10th, 2008

I’ll always get flack for owning a copy of Avex Trax’s Power Dance 7 but back in the days before MP3s you needed some way to get hold of songs you liked, and I really liked this one back in the day. I suppose there were the singles, but even back then they weren’t always easy to come by. I’m sure some of you will remember it. It’s a pretty cool video too, although the effects have dated a bit since they were used in the Matrix. The sample used is Marlena Shaw’s Woman of the Ghetto (a pretty trippy track in itself), and apparently she’s been sampled a little bit.

So, thumbs up for Blue Boy’s Remember Me.

Peace.

those who cannot

March 4th, 2008
Listening to: U2 - “If God Will Send His Angels” - City of Angels [Original Soundtrack]

Hot for Teacher

I’m still without gainful long term employment at the moment (barring a spot of freelance writing and insya-Allah a glimmer of hope for what seems like a great prospect for the future) so at the behest of my mother I found myself at Orchard Hotel for the Ministry of Education’s Teaching Seminar a few weeks back.

I’ve always had my apprehensions about teaching and I’ve always told people that while I felt comfortable with the academic aspect of it (I didn’t mind the idea of doing lesson plans and what not) I never felt quite right with the idea of having to discipline kids. I gave it more thought before and after the seminar and it struck me as to why I felt like this. I know teaching wouldn’t necessarily be a Dangerous Minds type of situation (although apparently that’s not far from the truth) but the main mental obstacle I faced was that I never really had a teacher whom I genuinely respected and whom I could say really changed my life for the better beyond textbooks and exams. To break it down, I had some teachers in primary school whom I liked because they were nice people, and I liked a number of my teachers in junior college because I was studying subjects which I enjoyed (although I wouldn’t wish the A Levels on anybody; they’re the toughest exams you can take as a student in Singapore and you only have two years to prepare for them) and they on the whole treated students with more respect, given our age and (supposed) maturity.

When it comes down to secondary school though, the pickings become much scarcer. Maybe it was because I never got into the kind of trouble that would get me labelled as wayward youth in need of a reality check. I considered that it was simply a case of my not being able to appreciate the character building wisdom I was being given as a teenager, but that wasn’t it at all. I don’t feel like I ever had the sort of positive role model in secondary school who would inspire me to follow in his or her footsteps. And that’s why it feels like it would be disingenuous of me to teach. I’m terrible at influencing other people and to have over a hundred colleagues none of whom respect you is a scary prospect for me. Both of my maternal grandparents were teachers, but they were more career teachers than anything else and I don’t think they inculcated in their children a desire to become teachers.

I’m not saying never but I guess at this point in my life I don’t see myself teaching in the near future. Maybe one day things will change for me… or maybe they won’t.

As for the above-mentioned ‘glimmer of hope’, do pray or send good wishes and positive vibrations my way. I’d really like to see it work out.

Peace.