This is not Inception where you dream in dream and dreaming again...

When apple came out with iPhone, the whole world turn into a hype. Everybody want to lay their hand on this revolution-that-change the world mobile phone. It make the world realize mobile phone is not a mere mobile phone anymore, not the device that connect humanity to another humanity at real time but it is something more than that. I do wonder, what is Mr. A.G Bell thinks if he raised up from the six feet under and see the world today.

Are applications on the phone is new? are touch screens are new? A simple question to Mr Google reveals that the first touch screen was invented in 1974 by Mr Sam Hurst as well as the biological father of touch technology. source:http://inventors.about.com/library/inventors/bltouch.htm. While the first touch screen phone is ...

One might say, yeah, you love the history, so what?

As an ex-engineering student majoring in electronic itself, i couldn't stop myself from being sentimental with the touch screen. My first encounter of touch screen back in 2004 when we were taught on how to create applications of touch screen. During the lab experiment, it never cross my mind that touch screen will be touch screen today. Of course that is the basic touch screen with monitor like our old tv set, not as crystalize as we have today. The contras was as basic as Prince Persia in 1990s. Even that time i'm not really interested with the touch screen, who will use such a lame thing? No wow! factor, nothing attractive. Seriously I never thought that bulky and low contrast technology would be as handy and gorgeous as today. Never!

Am I whining? No.

Those sentimental thing on touch screen spark a question in my mind. Why I never thought that would happen? Why I didnt see the potential? Why during our first encounter all I see was the all-the-lame-thing of touch screen?

I do wonder, did the lecturer, the instructor of the class see this coming when he taught us?

I think what's missing is the imagination. The ability to see the evolution. And I do think that only imagination would create evolutions. Like Mr Bell himself, I don't think that he was thinking when he decided to invent telephone, he must be day dreaming with his pen, killing his time when suddenly the day dreaming part become an imagination. But with Mr Bell, the imagination which later become an invention while most of us usually stuck with day dreaming.

état d'esprit

Mindset is a blockage.

Bijak pandai kata kita adalah apa yg minda kita bagitahu kita.

Is it a waste when we are crazy bout something, music for example, instead of listening, we want to create your own music, or we love the melody of the song but to my fairly ears, the lyrics sucks, sucks a lot. I could write a better music, so i went out on ebay, bought an audio mixer , i learn how to use it, i write my own lyrics, and i post it on my blog and facebook. Since I'm a seasonist, after a few songs, a few periods, i get bored, i feel that my real life couldn't catch up anymore, I stop doing it. Hang the audio mixer on the wall, let it dust. Finally i decide to put it on ebay, then another girl from another part of the world buy it for half price i bought. Was it a waste? was it? Seem like i been nowhere with the madness i once had, I spoiled my money, in the end I'm at lost. Was it actually? How about the fun i had with those songs, those emails i got, fans admiring my lyrics? (Most of it from girls of course :P ) How many people at my kampung have touch the audio mixer? Or know what the hell was it? or even know how to spell it? Was those a waste at all?

Or,

Kau nak certify true copy ko punya sijil dengan transkrip. Duduk KL ni bukan boleh nak mintak cop mohor tok penghulu. Kadang kadang terfikir jugak, KL ni ada Tok Penghulu tak? Ni bukan main main punya cop mohor, tambah pulak nak mendaftarkan diri dengan Lembaga Jurutera Malaysia. Nak kene pakai cop mohor Jurutera Professional. Di persimpangan samada nak balik peram balik borang borang yang dah 3 bulan diisi atau nak rempuh je mana mana pejabat dalam bangunan JKR 17 tingkat tu mintak cop mohor. Tambah pulak orang orang kat Bangunan JKR ni, semua muka ketat ketat kalo bukan kita yang menegur dulu. Aku faham, diaorang nak kena jaga integriti, keje dengan JKR ni ingat dugaan kecik ke? Silap buat ramah, orang tumbuk rusuk iye dak? Mau balik rumah layan siling kalau silap langkah.

Here our mind play the big game. The decision we make reveal our true self. What are we? What are we made of. If we play it right, we'll know ourself, we'll see what our mindset looks like.

Apa jadi akhirnya?

Adakah saya akan membeli synthesizer itu? Tidak
Adakah sijil dan transkirp saya akhirnya  mendapat Cop Mohor Jurutera Professional? Ya.

Being Special

Selalu kita dengar, yang persaingan adalah bagus jika persaingan sihat. Cemburu juga bagus jika cemburu itu membuatkan kita lebih berusaha ke arah yang lebih baik.

Bagaimana kalau kita melakukan persaingan, kita cemburu dan berusaha memuaskan cemburu itu, untuk mencapai objektif yang berlebel positif dan dalam usaha atau perjalanan mencapai objektif itu, ada jiwa yang terguris, luka malah terkorban? Adakah itu masih baik?

Kerap kita dengar, rungutan yang berbunyi,
" Jadi Bos senang lah, push kita sana sini, karang apa apa dia jugak dapat nama."

Dan hasil dari boss menge-push, company you listed dalam Bursa Malaysia, dalam MESDEQ, masuk akhbar bagai.

Dan kamu megah, menghulur kad nama kamu, yang di atas nama kamu ada nama company kamu.

Macam mana tu?

Macam mana dengan situasi lain dalam kehidupan?

Mungkin keadaan akan berubah, kalau Bos sendiri tunjuk pada anak anak buah nya, bahawa Bos juga menyinsing lengan, terjun memerah keringat untuk mencapai objektif tadi, itu pun kalau Bos betul betul memerah keringat, kalau Bos rupa rupanya tahu suruh orang je kerja kuat, mungkin sudah masa untuk Bos juga bekerja kuat.

Mungkin bila jadi Bos, sudah jadi terbiasa dengan privilege yang ada, setiap hari di tatang, sampai kalau dulu masuk ofis secretary bancuhkan kopi siap siap kat pantry sudah rasa status Bos itu special, sekarang mahu kopi di hantar ke meja. Seolah olah, penat lelah secretary bancuh kopi siap siap tu belum cukup special selagi belum sampai ke meja.

Bukan Bos tak hargai penat secretary, cuma Bos pergi mesyuarat dekat ofis lain, ternampak bos company lain, secretary hantar kopi ke meja. Jadi Bos rasa cemburu, rasa diri kurang special, sebab tu bila Bos balik ofis, Bos demand kopi  mesti hantar ke meja!

Rupanya Bos tak tahu, dekat ofis bos lain tadi, bukan secretary yang hantar kopi, tapi sebenarnya tea-lady, kebetulan hari tu tea-lady ada jemputan kenduri, sebab tu pakai cantik cantik, terus Bos kita ingat tea-lady tu as secretary.

Rupanya ketidak-tahuan Bos kita tadi, sudah bikin secretary terasa hati, sebab nampak Bos macam tak hargai penat lelah secretary nak buat Bos hepi. Tapi secretary faham perangai bos. Bos mengada-ngada bukan lama, cuma kadang-kadang panas jugak rasanya.

Lama lama nanti bos faham lah.

This Post Dedicated to My Istimewa

Its 7 hours to go.

I know it is hard, it never an easy path you took.

It is time for you to kick their asses, and show them how worth you are.


Good luck Dear, kick their asses hard, and wave them good bye!


My love and pray are with you....

Update at 11:30am

  She called me on 6:57am, asking me to check her hall address, i was like, "oh dear, she only have 15 minutes left before her session start", I want to call her to know the updates but I dont want my "concern" spoil her mood, 4 years of study and this is the big time.

7:50am - My phone rings and Istimewa at the other end. The presentation are done, the comment was Excellent! ,

My reaction : Are you serious? 4 years of study and the presentation was about 45 minutes? My imagination was, there will be a coffee break, break for lunch, plano sessions, Q & A, and maybe it took a 3 days to finish! Ok, not 3 days, but at least till noon isn't it? 

But, yeah, I'm just a degree holder ...  :P

When you pull the rubber band, it stretches.

When I lost my laptop to penyamun tarbus, I felt empty. I re-read The Kite Runner again and finished it in one night. I tried to read Malay Dilemma and again I felt asleep. Too heavy reading is another thing I yet know how to handle. As well as yawning when ppl giving long speech.

Then I get to borrow my company laptop. A super ultra damn slow laptop. I had to tweak here and there to make it a bit faster. Still I cannot open more than two IE and tab browsing is a big NO.

Losing the luxury of my laptop and having a bit hell of this office laptop teach me something. Teaching me on how to tolerate. With this laptop, I had to accept the fact that there are slow things in this fast paced world. I had to tolerate to it slow-ness so that I didn't burst grumpy and send it flying across my room straight to the wall.

This remind me to Fariz who once told me, " Embrace diversity!" , (Hoo, fariz, aku ingat lagi mu royat gitu ko aku.) Because when we accept the differences in ppl, we suddenly find those un-easiness and messed up, gone.

Thanks Fariz for giving me those wise words. I do learnt.


                       

Loses of 2010

On (date) , as i wake up from my lovely sleep, actually woke up by a big yell by my rarely spoken to housemate, i notice one of my precious belonging gone, my laptop. Then i found my fat wallet laying flat on the stair, and my sentimental bagpack had gone.Owh, my handphones too.

I've been robbed!!!

Somebody break into my house and steal my belongging. Damn.

I think it is the first lost in my life. Same situation happen before when i was young to my parent house. Eventhough i do not posses expensive stuff but those thing are quite important as well as big stuff i had. The laptop I bought after one year I become a labour, the backpack i had since my college years, the handphones get to my hands from the bonuses and my salary increment. Damn.

The tragedy left me quite paralyze. Lost all important contacts, numbers and my movies and tv series collections. It would take fairly hard ground to take off to re-collect those back, How I met Your Mother season 1-5, Brothers & Sisters season 1-4, my HD Harry Potter collection, most of all, I have to use this super ultra slow laptop borrowed from my office temporarily.

Local post mortem said those thieves might use mystic power upon us. Casting spells to our house to that we would sleep soundly and never notice they break in.

I think I'm going to install those indoor alarms, one like in 7Eleven, but i need it very loud that it can wake up my neighbours in case the thieves put spell on us. It would be very safety thinking of them to put spell on our neighbour too isn't?

ro-ya-nun-dal-wau

I wish I am Hayden Christensen in the movie Jumper.

Sbb I miss Istimewa soo much rite now .

Adios Wisdom Tooths

Life is full of first time.

The first time going to school, the first time going places, the first time holding hands, the first time you fell off and bleed you knee and the list continues.

Most of the time, we tend to forget soo little things that happen for the first time.

Past few weeks, two weeks ago exactly, I had my another first time. first time to be warded. And the first time to undergo surgery, the first time my body receive such a lots of drugs, the first time I eat hospital food.

Last 12th of April, i had undergo a surgery. Sound critical eh? Just dental surgery. To remove my wisdom tooth which had been annoying me for past 6 months. The damages they did and the damages they had, give me no option other then to have them removed. I'm a guy of no wisdom then.

Hospital ward is not a foreign place for me, I experienced staying in ward for 3 months for nursing my grandpa and late grandma before. But to be the person lying on that bed is totally different compare to the one on the thin sheet against the cold floor.

But I treat it as an adventure, kind of looking forward to be warded. I even made preparations few day before. Visits to pharmacy looking for pati ikan haruan and coming back with aloe vera extract juice, packets and cans of campbells soup, bottles of mineral waters, small towels, thin towels thick towels, i even buy a new shirt!!! Not to forget, packets of tissues since i find boxed tissues kind of sissy ;P.

Well, not much are useful during those 3 days ( been warded for 3 days) other than the small towel which i use to wipe my blooded saliva flowing out my sexy lips. Never wear the shirt since the nurses ask me to wear the light green uniform, which is quite comfortable except the pant which required me to knot the string. Quite difficult since i had a slim tummy and bit more difficult when i need to have emergency visit to the toilet. I also worried what if the knot go loose when i was sleeping. Lucky it didnt happen :P.

And a tip for guys, do bring novels when you warded. It give impressions to the nurses :P.

Everything went fine on the first day. They suck out my blood for tests and being brief by doctors on the risk of the surgery and another brief by the anesthetist which i find quite uncomfortable because the way he brief me seems like he might do some mistakes and made me sleep for good. But he is a good guy other than he read the other patient descriptions and only notice it half way of the briefing *sigh*

The surgery happen early in the morning, 7 am. I did my Subuh prayer and pray hardly for the operation goes well. HE listen to me.

One thing about this operation I am not comfortable with is the going-to-operation robe. You know the one you see Jim Carrey wear when he ride the Ducati in Yes Man. Yes mam, the robe that might bare your back, all of your back. Maybe it is cool for Jim Carrey to show off his buns but mine is not for viewing and I did my best to make sure all the string are knotted tightly.

The nervous part is when the nurses walk you the operation theater. They walk but i was lying flat on the stretchers. Staring at the moving ceilings. I do ask if I can walk with them but it is a procedure for a patient to stay on the stretchers. I try to sit but it felt weirder. Closing my eyes also not helpful.

The only thing I remember of the surgery is, I lay on the bed with a weird pillow, i dont think its a pillow, head support which looks like a weird bowl. The same anesthetic guy, put a mask on my face, asking me to breath slowly and the big light on my face. Next i wake up in another room with big clothes in my mouth. I think they call it gauge. I felt dizzy and very sleepy. It was 11 am. I dont think the operation went that long, only the drugs gave me a damn good sleep.

I continue sleeping for another few hours and wake up to find lots of sms from Istimewa , my sister and my Umi.I love you all!!!

I didnt tell lots about the surgery, lots of friends are angry with me. Sorry guys, I just dont want to make a big deal out of it. I know you lot care bout me, and i thanks you very much.

I spend the 10 day MC at kampung. Spending good times licking the wounds and have lot of thought of my life. But that another story to share.

Well, that is my first surgery and hopefully I dont have to go any other in the future. Amin.

Esok kita akan tahu, macamana nak x-ray gigi :D

Post Khidmat Masyarakat : Cara Berfikir

Baru lepas cakap dengan adik aku, final year uitm shah alam. Sangat kecewa. Sebab bagi aku dia kurang pandai cara berfikir.

Di ulang, cara berfikir.

Sebelum tu aku baca blog cikgu cool, pasal kisah pelajar kelas bawah bawah, yang aku faham la, walaupun dia tak direct cakap pasal budak budak tu.

Aku rasa betul kalau orang kata sistem pelajaran kita kena revamp. Sokong sangat sangat. Tapi nak revamp ke mana? Halatuju.

Memandangkan orang orang dekat kementerian dan kabinet pun mungkin ada masalah cara berfikir jugak sbb mereka pun lahir dari wadah pendidikan yang sama, mungkin hasil revamp pun maybe ulang balik kisah sama, cuma wajah baru. Tu belum masuk isu isu nak isi tembolok sendiri, kroni, birokrasi, menyalahi perjuangan parti dan bermacam kisah lucu lain.

So, nak amik konsultant luar [ baca: barat] ? Ni satu lagi masalah yang aku rasa simple tapi aku pelik bila orang orang atas yg jauh pengalaman dan pelajaran (pelajaran formal atau hidup) jarang nampak. Jarang nampak pada pandangan aku lah.

Kes senang, padang bola kat Malaysia ni, kenapa semua buruk2, tak rata, rumput tak nak naik dan sebagainya. Aku ingat masa kecik kecik dulu, katanya nak buat Stadium Bukit Jalil tu, pergi amik teknologi Eropah, dari segi infrastruktur, pengurusan, kalo tak silap, siap pegi belajar macam mana puak puak mat saleh nu tanam dan jaga rumput diaorang. Duh, tgk padang stadium tu sekarang? Siap ada orang kata Alex Ferguson masa MU datang Malaysia, siap amik sampel rumput bawak balik nak kaji, tak tau lah betul ke tak, tapi aku rasa lebih pada nganjing je. Bagi aku senang je, cuaca diaorang lain, cuaca kita lain, nak belajar tu bagus lah, tapi kalau pegi sana, amik cara diaorang lepas tu pakai cara sama kat sini, silap lah. Baik pergi Mardi tarik penyelidik kat sana, tambah dengan penyelidik penyelidik kat universiti universiti kat sini, rasa nya kos lagi rendah kot, kalau sama pun, hasil tu milik kita, lepas tu jual plak dekat negara negara dunia ke 3. Kan lagi bagus?

Aku rasa dasar pendidikan sekarang memang mengajar cara berfikir. Ingat slogan "Berfikir secara kritis dan kreatif"? Cikgu Besar sekolah aku dulu selalu sebut dalam perhimpunan. Dasar pendidikan sekarang memang ajar benda benda cara berfikir ni, cuma pengajaran tu secara tidak langsung, tidak formal, tersirat. Mungkin benda ni yang kena ubah dulu. Tak payah revamp besar besar, buat kecik kecik dulu, bina atau baiki komponen dulu ( ini sebenarnya salah satu contoh cara berfikir). Ajar cara berfikir ni secara tersurat pulak. Buat mata pelajaran mungkin. Mula dekat sekolah rendah. Guna prinsip prinsip pedagogi dan semua prinsip perguruan yang lain. Aku pandai sebut perkataan pedagogi sebab bapak aku cikgu, begitu jugak dengan 5 orang bapak saudara aku dan seterusnya 5 orang makcik aku, maksud dia? tanya pakcik Google.

Mungkin budak budak kita ni, pemikiran dia dah tak berapa nak tajam dah nak tangkap yg tersirat tersirat ni, makanan banyak pelik pelik, tu yang otak kurang pikap tu. Mungkin bukan semua, tapi 50% aku yakin bleh sampai. Pihak kerajaan, jangan segan nak berubah, kalau rasa rasa nak mintak pendapat lebih lanjut, boleh hubungi aku, aku caj tak mahal, kalo nak caj professional, kita ramai pakar pakar motivasi, bleh tanya diaorang, lagi dalam ilmu diaorang tu.

So korang pandai berfikir? :D *cheers*

wadah = acuan, pembentuk ( perkataan ni aku belajar masa tingkatan 4 dengan Cikgu Siti Zainab kat MRSM PC, cukup garang, suara dia pitching tinggi, tapi manis orangnya :D )

nganjing = dialek kelantan, dalam ayat aku ni maksud dia nyindir, ngejek

Kenapa saya suka kerja saya sekarang 1

1. kerana saya ada email ofis yang boleh di buka di rumah. Ia buat saya rasa saya penting.

Found my Facebook page when i googled my name

I am thinking to change my FB name. Bahaya.

Since the name written at my FB and my bizz card is same, so i put my name soo easy to google. FB name listed No 1. It shows that your FB name efficiently indexed by google bots.

Facebook.com Alexa stats :

1) No 2 most visited website in the whole world
1) No 1 most visited website in Malaysia
3) Average 30% of global internet user visiting Facebook everyday

Since facebook is one of the most hottest thing in the world, my advice is if you plan to divide your personal life and you works, you better making sure that your FB name way more different compare to your Office Formal name.

My post is boring.

# update 30 seconds later

- actually you can deny your Facebook page to be founded by search engine. Use the privacy setting. Thank to Ms KY for the info.

- I am much much much happier :D

A note of Playboy dan Kasut Wanita dalam Kereta Kamu Wahai Lelaki

Orang kata nak jadi Playboy kena hensem, muka ala ala penyanyi Bunkface, ada kacuk. Tak semestinya macam tu tuan tuan dan puan puan, tidak semestinya. Betul ke nak jadi playboy kena ada harta? Kurang kurang ada la kapcai buruk sebijik kan? Bukan semua boleh masuk dalam list Forbes 100 Eligible Bachelor ye dak? Tapi itu pun tak penting, gua pakai Waja Auto 1.6 secondhand je, muka memang tak layak nak masuk Group Kami Berdarah Campuran (mix) kat Facebook, Indeks BMI? Bersepah! Kira macam kalau pergi Jusco,saiz seluar tu agak payah sikit, rupanya bukan semua brand jual seluar saiz 40. Diskriminasi terpimpin yang kita tak sedar tu.

Tapi gua ok.

Awek gua anytime, anywhere, touch and go.

Gua bukan niat nak jadi playboy, tapi kasih sayang gua ni banyak sangat, rasa macam tak patut kalau gua tumpahkan kepada seorang awek sahaja. Karang awek tu lemas pulak, kenapa? perlu ke gua ulang yang kasih sayang gua ni banyak sangat?Lagipun gua ni suka berkenalan, suka memuji dan memuja kecantikan ciptaan tuhan.

Oh, kamu jangan lah membayangkan awek aweks gua tu iras iras Fauziah Latiff atau pun Vanida Imran. Kamu jangan merendah rendahkan gua. Walaupun gua sekolah tak tinggi, tapi gua baca buku Arts of War by Sun Tzu. Sama macam main gitar, gua pandai satu lagu Metallica je, semua orang ingat gua otai, hustler habis, bagi lagu Spoon tengok, haram tak reti. Dalam Arts of War cakap, fight in a battle you know you'll win. Dalam hal ni, awek awek iras iras Fauziah Latiff bukan lah "a battle you know you'll win". Tak perlu lah gua ulas macam mana awek awek gua, yang pasti mereka bukan iras iras Fauziah Latiff atau Wan Noor Azlin.

Sebagaimana wujudnya peribahasa sepandai pandai tupai melompat, akhirnya jatuh ke tanah jua, akhirnya gua pun bernasib tupai. Sebelum gua jadi playboy, gua agak menyampah dengan perangai awek kawan kawan gua yang suka sangat tinggal kasut dengan selipar dalam kereta. Kena pulak yg jenis pakai kereta kecik, korang tau tak yang tumit kasut tumit tinggi korang tu boleh tahan jugak kesan sakit bila tersepak? Namun kali ni gua memang kena. Saat gua jumpa cinta hati pengarang jantung gua. Saat segalanya bermula dengan baik dan berjalan dengan sempurna, namun, sebab selipar itu, semua berkecai. Gua tak boleh kata apa. Rupa rupanya ada maksud di sebalik meninggalkan selipar dalam kereta boifen. Ibarat kucing jantan kencing di pagar rumah, sebagai statement kepada kucing kucing lain, "ini kawasan gua!"

The Love That Kills

A

A young man, living his life to the fullest. Being well since born. Wheeling a nice local made car. Owning a house at age 27. His heart is rotting bit by bit. The family he loved and care turned against him. Poisoned by the girl he used to try to love.He asked, how could them who know him for 27 years never come forward and give him a fair trial instead of giving him a sentence, guilty as charge. Far more cruel than ISA.

B

A beautiful young lady. A struggling artist. In the ultimatum of what she want and what she want others want. A dilemma of a good person I said, we always put others happiness far ahead of us.

C

A young man, for 27 years, struggling to find himself. Looking for the definition of his existence. His confident crushed by the family, his heart torn ed by city's butterfly. He put his diploma at the road side, guessing if the dust would turn to gold.

D

A gorgeous young lady, which her love to her little sister is like the air for her lungs. Is suffocating. The wind is changing.

E

A young man. A listener. A guy who been taken as The One. Is listening and seeing. Is praying for God didn't let down those he loved and cherished.

Bangla pergi Masjid

Sepanjang disember 2009, jumaat cuti.

Dah jadi kebiasaan, kalau hari jumaat yang berkerja, aku ada can naik Accord bos aku. Bukan memandu, duduk sebelah je, sambil tala aircond dekat muka, memang sejuk.

Jadi sepanjang disember 2009 aku tak merasa kesejukan aircond Accord bos aku, kind of missed it jugak.

Disebabkan Jumaat yang bercuti, aku tidak mengambil keputusan untuk bercuti sembahyang jumaat jugak. Tapi sepanjang disember, aku berkelana ke Masjid beratapkan langit yang kadang2 cerah jugak selalu gelap, berlantaikan aspal yang senantiasa panas. Naik moto je. Ye Fariz, aku naik muto bersticker L lagi.

Tapi aku suka naik moto pergi sembahyang Jumaat. Sebab aku cuba menjadikan habit untuk mempelawa pejalan pejalan kaki yang meredah panas suria khatulistiwa menuju ke masjid.

Selalunya adalah mat mat bangla. Susah nak jumpa orang kita yang berjalan kaki. Mewah orang Malaysia ni.

Aku agak respek dengan mat mat bangla ni, despite of bau ketiak yang menonjol kalau berselisih dengan diaorang pada hari hari biasa, most yang aku bonceng pada hari jumaat, kalo tak bau minyak atar, bau sabun mandi. Konsep memuliakan hari jumaat tu nampak masih teguh.

Satu benda yang aku agak perasan, kebanjiran mat mat bangla di masjid. Walaupun area aku duduk ni dikelilingi dengan construction sites, hari hari biasa mat mat bangla ni takde la bersepah sangat, tapi bila masjid hari jumaat, boleh kata 50% kehadiran masjid ni adalah diaorang.

Kerajinan mat mat bangla hadir sembahyang jumaat, sedikit menampar muka sendiri. Teringat zaman kepala letak kat lutut, panas sikit, ponteng jumaat, bdn peluh2 tak sempat masa nak mandi, ponteng jumaat, aku agak insaf.

Untuk pengentahuan sekalian, kerje construction site ni, cukup2 lah comot dan kotor juga memenatkan. Jalan jalan bawak kertas A0 pusing site pun dah buat belakang berkeringat (tu dah pakai spek itam dah tu), apetah lagi kalau kena gaul simen, angkat bata, sorong kerikil dan bengkokkan besi. Letih semua tu weh. Lepas tu kena pegi mandi then jalan kaki tengah panas nak pergi masjid. Tambah pulak, bukit puchong ni, masjid atas bukit, ketar jugak lutut nak panjat naik atas tu, masjid baru pulak, pokok pokok tepi jalan pun takde lagi. Lagi masyuk tidur bawah pokok sama budak budak myanmar kan?

Tapi aku respek sama mat mat bangla ni, kalo diaorang takde, rasanya macam tak berapa nak melimpah masjid tu.

Sebab tu, aku tak rasa nak berkira bila tekan brek, ajak diaorang isi seat kosong belakang motor aku. Hopefully, kalo aku bertayar 4 pun, aku masih tak berkira nak share sejuk aircond keta aku nanti.

Pengajaran, jangan ponteng jumaat. Tinggal semayang berdosa.

10 days in 2010

Already 10 days in 2010.

Kadang kadang aku harap tahun baru sama macam format komputer. Semua akan balik kepada basic. Where i can start over everything. Dekat mana nak letak file file yang semakin menyemakkan, susunan folder yang lebih sistematik, hingga lah kepada penamaan folder agar kelihatan lebih profesional dan tersusun. Memang tak perlu format komputer kalau hanya nak mengkordinasi fail fail yang ada tapi beauty of formating is, DOS hanya akan tanya sekali saja, nak format ke tak? di ikuti dengan soalan " format ni akan delete semua file tau?" kemudian DOS akan delete semua file yang ada. Sebab aku ada masalah dengan men-delete file. Perangai maybe-file-ni-nak-guna-nanti memang tak boleh nak ubah. Also applies dalam kekemasan bilik. Dan malas nak huraikan samada diaplikasikan jugak ke tak dalam kehidupan, hahaha.

Masih lagi berfikir tentang harapan 2010. Apa nak dicapai dan di realisasikan. Walaupun orang kata bina azam awal tahun akan membolehkan kita mengKPI kan diri sendiri pada tahun depan, ntah, aku tak tahu. Turning back to 2009, aku tak letak azam pun. But i do achieve something, kira macam level tu ada naik jugak la walaupun takde la banyak sangat. Aku ingat nak tukar utk 2010 ni, aku tak mau letak target tahunan, nak letak target bulanan,setiap bulan kena ada satu pencapaian. Kalau satu pencapaian sebulan, setahun dah ada 12 pencapaian. Tinggal nak kena klasifikasikan pencapaian yang macam mana.

1 post sebulan dudah boleh dikira satu pencapaian kan?