Selamat HAri Raya Aidilfitri 2009

Raya is time to catch up with relatives and old friends. Those people who once you thought you would never live without them and suddenly time flies and you tended to forget them.
What I like most about old friends are how they would unintendedly reminds you how old you had grown, how fast time flies and how far you had been different from the young innocent berhingus you were. Oh, it is like you have a look at your old pics as my girlfriend did last night, I was surprise how fair my skin was, how young and energetic, it’s like, waah, did I changed this much? Yes, I was shocked; I do not have lots of pics of myself, being avoiding lenses and flashes, making that glamorous world away from me,heh. You are lucky if you do have a batch of pics of you growing up, you sure need to have a look at them, see and verify it, how evolved you are. As Exora, you’ll be amazed!!

And you would also surprised and regret to find out how much your close friends had suffered in the period you both had missing in touch and how you hope that you were there for them, on the name of good-old-friendship.

An element of surprise is a salt and pepper during raya. And it’s hit me quite hard. As I grown up, I learnt that what you are today is not what you will be tomorrow. Used to be a bright and brilliant student during secondary years, never guarantee you to drive an Altezza when you 26 years old. But I do meet old pals who had been behind the curtains of those bright and once brilliant young men, is now driving a brand new Altezza on age 26. Don’t ask me what those was-brilliant-guy ride. I hope a Prius, hahahaha.

But it’s never too late for a remedy. Time did pass and time do comes. I really hope those knots I had tightened will remain strong, would never lose again.

Kelate (Kelantan) Di Persada Dunia

Salah satu dari keunikan kelantan ialah minat orang orang kelantan untuk berniaga. Boleh dikatakan kemana-mana saya telah berkunjung, pasti ada pertanyataan dari orang tempatan berbunyi " orang kelantan ni suka berniaga".
Satu compliment yang agak membanggakan.
Sepanjang beberapa tahun merantau di negeri paling sibuk di Malaysia a.k.a Selangor, terlalu kerap terjumpa peniaga-peniaga kecil orang kelantan. Pergi sahaja ke bazar ramadan, pernyataan daya ini akan terbukti.
Apabila seorang kawan bertanya, kenapa di Selangor ni ramai sangat orang kelantan yang berniaga (sebenarnya takde lah ramai sgt kot)
Jawapan saya ialah, orang kelantan ramai yang sekolah tak tinggi, syarikat syarikat tak mau gaji, so meniaga lah, lagi pun selangor ni ramai orang bekerja, diaorang kena spend duit diaorang tu.

Beberapa hari lepas, saya secara tidak sengaja telah masuk ke web world economic forum dan juga secara tidak sengaja telah mendownload report mereka.

Alangkah terkejutnya saya bila mendapati cover report tersebut kelihatan begini

Cover report oleh World Economic Forum

:perhatikan kawasan bertanda merah

Close Up!!!


Ya adik adik. A scene from Pasar Siti Khadijah!!

Sekarang Kelantan di Persada Dunia!

p/s Agok agok guano pasar siti khadijah buleh masuk dale cover WEF ni? :D

Takziah.

In memory of my late grandmother.

That morning, after having my subuh prayer, i was lying on my bad, figuring what's ahead that day. Figuring what to wear to office and what to get for my iftar. Suddenly my phone rang, its from my sister, totally rare to have her call that early hour.

Grandma passed away.

I was shocked. Stunned. Still lying on the bed when she went off. Next is from my mother, same news and with a question, will i coming back? My answer is i'm not sure.

It took me a few minutes to make up my mind, to call my aunt to join her for ride home.

I'm not my grandma fav. I even keep my distance from her for few years. But she was still my grandma.

Today on her funeral, i reflected a lots of things that passed.

How my childhood was as a non favorite. I don't remember if there was any occasion when i have different meals compare to another cousins but i do remember that she never hugs me or call me her fav. She do once, that time i was nursing her in hospital. Keeping her company, feeding, washing and changing her diapers. That once she said to others how lucky she have me by her side. I am sure I blushed. But things changes once her favs arrived, weeks later. I felt like I'm more a "bibik" then, heh. That was when i far hearted. I was hunger for her appraisal, for her to thanks me and hold me like a throphy in front of others but i didnt get that. Its like i dont even exist once her fav appeared.

I created distance between us. I know it hurted my father a bit. And I know he understand my actions because he notice what happened. Later, between me and grandma, its no more grandson-grandmother , it was me trying to fill my responsibility for my father. Even on the funeral, when i decide to come home, at first its wasnt because i want to give her my last respect, i came home for my father.

On other side, I think I was wrong. What I did for her was my responsibility. I shouldnt expect her to make me her fav because I nursed her. Maybe the problem was I was expecting that by keeping her company and letting go my school and college holidays, I would be her fav was wrong at the first place. Rome wasnt build in one night. I was carried away with my frustration, was full with anger, whose defeited my sanity.

And as all regret story ended, I did not know if she died forgiving me. But I do forgive her if there any wrong doing. As they sat her in her grave, a thought accross my mind. It would be very nice if there is once that i managed to hug her.

I am certainly not in position of giving others any advice. But if there anything you could learn from my story is, grudge wont bring you anywhere. Most of the time its hurt so much when peoples we love do not apreciate us, but it is actually more painfull when we kind of hate those who we actually love.

Jumpa mende ni kat dalam blog Tok Rimau. Kalo korang baca kat ofis cover gelak ok?

Bila demam

Hari ke 2 demam.

Pada mulanya ingat MC yg dapat 2 hari aku pakai sehari je, alih alih hari ni bangun pagi, kepala aku berdenyut macam nak pecah, kejap macam nak pecah, kejap macam ok. Sampai aku dah siap dress to kill office, dia datang balik. last last aku tersadai kat tilam jugak.

Aku seorang yang tak banyak harta.

Hari ni lebih kurang setahun aku pakai Aspire 4530. Mentang mentang dah lebih kurang setahun, makin banyak problem timbul. Sebelum ni dgn built-in webcam, yang kadang kadang tiap tiap kali aku nak pakai kena install driver. Oh, sebelum tu, masa mula mula beli, window boot problem, tak bleh masuk window. Lepas tu button arrow ke bawah padam terus, sekarang manual sound control plak tak le pakai. Aku cukup suka function ni, mengingatkan aku pada radio masa kecik kecik dulu, tang nak control volume tu ngan cari frequency tu. bleh tolak tolak pakai jari je.

Harta aku semenjak keje ni tak banyak. Kalo kira rasa rasa macam tak lepas pun pakai jari. Possession aku 80% adalah bende bende yang bring forward dari zaman kolej dulu. Tetiba rasa macam nak kira berapa nilai semua bende yang aku ada hahaha.

backpack - 5 tahun
Beg ni aku beli masa aku masuk 2nd year kat KUKTEM. Tujuan utama nak nampak style bila balik kampung. Masa tu tengah top beg deuter kalau tak silap aku. Sekarang pun deuter top lagi rasanya. Dengan bag ni lah aku menjelajah hampir seluruh Malaysia sampai sekarang. Kalau ade rezeki nak pergi Australia pun, maybe aku still akan bawak bag ni, penghargaan pada kesetiaan dia kat aku.

kasut converse- 3 tahun
Masa aku nak buang kasut ni, aku rasa sedih gila. Tapi terpaksa, sebab aku dah tak ada tempat nak simpan. Nak bagi orang pun dah teruk sgt dah rupa dia. Aku beli masa aku 3rd year kat KUKTEM. Masa tu kedai converse kat depan panggung wayang GSC Megamall kuantan. Clearance sale. Aku beli harga RM80. Pembelian paling mahal aku pada masa tu.Tak pernah hidup aku beli kasut kaler biru. Pengaruh dari Feisal, tak cool kalo takde kasut Converse katanya. Sekarang dia tengah racun aku beli iPhone hahaha. Satu perangai buruk aku, lepas beli something tu, aku mesti macam menyesal sikit sikit tapi tak tunjuk orang. Beberapa bulan pertama berapa kali je aku pakai kasut tu. TApi kasut Converse ni lain macam sikit cerita dia dgn aku. Kalo orang lain, kasut jaga elok elok. Tapi dengan kasut Converse biru ni, semua tempat aku redah. Kebun sayur bapak aku dah lunyai aku pijak pakai kasut ni, pernah aku balik dari kebun, kasut biru dah tukar kaler jadi coklat, lumpur, sebab masa tu hujan. Tu yang buat aku bertambah sayang kat kasut tu. Tapi, segalanya mesti berakhir, masa aku letak kasut tu dalam tong sampah ( aku letak tau bukan campak ) aku terus blah tanpa pandang belakang lagi.

Ada lagi harta harta aku yang lain, tapi lom ada yang dapat lawan sentimental value backpack dengan kasut converse tu. Tetiba plak aku takde mood nak terus tulis. Rasa macam nak cari balik je kasut converse aku tu. Ni effect karangan masa sekolah rendah la ni, saya sepasang kasut. Impak sungguh.

Seorang lelaki tua dan sepinggan nasi campur

Apa kata kau?

Kalau seorang lelaki berumur datang pada kau dan bercerita tentang mati.

Mati. Bukan azab kubur atau cerita cerita gerun dari tanah suci.

Cerita tentang takutnya dia pada mati. Walhal kerekter alimnya kau tahu.

Apa kata kau? pada dia ?

Mungkin kau mengangguk. Mengiyakan ceritanya.

Atau

cakap sama dia, dia masih muda lagi. Tapi dia lelaki tua.

Atau mau kata, Tuan banyak harta, amal jariah pun rasanya dah banyak.

Apa kau mau kata?

Sebab aku diam je. Hahahaha

Puchong- Subang-Bukit mertajam-Kuala Perlis-Kepala Batas-Subang-Puchong

Berdebar. Nervous.

Serius.

Aku sandang bag aku. Beg ni aku beli masa aku 2nd year kat KUKTEM, walaupun KUKTEM dah berkubur, tapi bag aku ni ada lagi. Murah je, 3o ringgit.

Tiket aku lipat kemas. Tiket paling besar dalam sejarah pengangkutan awam dalam hidup aku. Saiz kertas A4 beb, kira besar la tu kan?

Muka aku cover berdebar. Bukan pertama kali aku sampai tempat ni, banyak kali dah, cawangan lain lain cuma kali ni aku tau, i would go further beyond the lines i had been. Berdebar.

Pakcik pakaian seragam senyum, nampak macam ikhlas. Aku harap dia tak de ilmu ilmu ghaib boleh baca isi hati aku.

Disebabkan pertama kali, aku teragak agak. Bag aku aku genggam kemas, tali dia aku genggam kemas, sebab beg tu besar kalau aku mau genggam keseluruhannya. Aku letak. Aku angkat balik.Aku letak balik.

"Letak je dik, tak pe." Ujar pakcik pakaian seragam. Nampak sangat gelabah aku kot.

Aku letak.

"Satu je?" Pakcik tu tanya.Macam nak saiko aku je pakcik ni.

"Aa.." jawapan aku goyang.

"Ok, jalan." Laju je pakcik pakaian seragam potong jawapan aku.

Aku beratur belakang Brader Kayu Golf. Sampai giliran aku, setel. Tak ada masalah.

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Aku beratur. Follow je orang jalan. Akak tu kata ada 1 je jalan pagi ni. Aku follow dengan berdebar.

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Pergh, naik bas tak macam ni, kena jalan tengah tengah panas lagi.

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Akhirnya, selepas sela masa 25 tahun, aku berjaya jugak naik kapal terbang.

Belilah Barangan Buatan Malaysia

Mulai hari ni aku akan cuba menerima bahawa nama aku agak local sebenarnya.

Ni Manager aku punya pasal, cakap telifon kuat kuat, pastu nama mamat dalam phone tu sama nama dengan aku, dah la aku ni sensitif orang panggil nama aku, cepat je nak menyahut, argh!!!

Oh, kejadian 5 minit lepas bukan kejadian pertama dengan manager aku.

Local sgt ke nama gua ni?

Travel v1

This is a fast one.

Semalam kat Batu Pahat, malam ni ke Kuantan, aku gelak dalam hati sambil kira claim,hahaha.

Batu Pahat was nice. Cheap foods, low rates hotels, wah, outstation paling gembira barangkali, hahaha.

Thanks to Pheaw for tips of great foods at Batu Pahat, jadi tak sia sia ko gi sambung belajar kat UTHM tu, ada guna untuk aku jugak.

If you ever went to Batu Pahat, jangan terlepas cuba Nasi Beriyani. Quite nice, takle kata very nice lagi sebab i'm not sure if the restaurant I went was the correct one, gila weh, ingatkan nasi beriyani tu one restaurant signature je, sekali berlambak jugak kedai jual nasi beriani ni. Aku try nasi beriyani mat esa, depan putra specialist hospital, beratur orang tunggu turn, gila siak!!! Paling best, nasi beriani lauk ayam dengan kambing, teh o ais, just for rm 10.50, nyesal tak amik fresh orange, hahahaha. Satu nak jumpa nasi beriani ni, disebabkan banyak kedai jual nasi beriani, aku terpaksa membayar rm12 utk informasi nasi beriani yang mana yang best. Rm12 for 4kg dokong, hahaha. Tapi uncle jual dokong tu memang cool. Mana kat KL nak jumpa orang timbang kasi lebih? Uncle tu selamba je, ok, saya bagi lebih, rasa dalam 5kg lebih aku dapat, god bless you uncle, lepas aku blah dari kedai dokong tu, aku tengok ramai orang singgah, masa aku pegi tu takde plak orang. See good deeds returned.

Sekarang aku tengah rilek2 makan dokong tadi sambil tunggu bos aku call nak gerak ke kuantan. Tetiba terjumpa semut di celah celah biji dokong tu, agak agak semut tu sedar tak berapa jauh dia sudah pegi? :D

Obama,Ahmadinejad,Simon Peres

Minggu yang sibuk gila.

Dulu masa aku zaman belajar, aku imaginkan kehidupan aku zaman kerja sangat sibuk, baru seronok. Nak jadi workaholic la konon konon. Berkejar ke sana ke mari, meeting orang tu, jumpa orang ni, travel pergi situ sini, pergi site, design prototaip baru dan macam macam lagi kesibukan yang aku bayangkan.

Minggu ni amik, padan muka, betul betul sibuk. Masuk je Isnin, 4-5 urgent documents masuk. Kena plak final documents, nk kene fotostat-fotostat. Bunyi macam mudah gila kan? fotostat je, letak kat mesin pastu tekan berapa copy nak pastu tunggu siap. Hah, banyak la. Bila urgent, nk tunggu mesin fotostat running pun rasa macam rugi masa. Then nak kena punch lagi, lepas tu nk masuk filing lagi. Lagi lagi kalau job basuh taik orang, tak tahu mana softcopy hardcopy yang dia archive kan, contact number pun dah tukar, nombor yang anda dail tiada dalam perkhidmatan, terima kasih, huh!

On hand job, baby aku yang sebelum ni perangai elok jugak nak buat hal, supervisor aku plak dah pandai nak deligate works dah sekarang, nyesal aku pergi bercerita pasal buku yang aku baca tu, makan diri sendiri balik dah, kali ni aku memang betul betul multitasking, kalo Intell ade core duo, aku lagi up, core lapan kot. Kejap kat mesin photostat, kejap dekat packing, kejap dekat drawing, masuk pukul 430 aku dah flat habis.

Lepas tu esoknya kena runner pergi melaka, training pulak. Dah la training yang tak berapa berkaitan dengan aku, tapi dah budak tu tak le nak pegi sendiri, aku plak kne calit. Cukup sakit hati bila dah masuk training hall, budak tu boleh plak tido ( training jenis ceramah, dewan aircond, suara penceramah satu tone ), tak de kerja aku nak tegur, karang balik ofis, kena soal, pandai pandai la ko jawab sendiri, umur dah 27, takkkan aku yang lagi muda nak ajar kau macam mana nak behave nak perform dalam kerja. Lantak lah.

Balik dari Melaka, bergegas ke Terengganu pulak, ini bukan urusan kerja, tapi urusan masa depan, pergi dengan harapan dapat jadi Pegawai Kerajaan, insyaallah. Persediaan punya pasal, lunyai poket aku bulan ni, nasib baik buah hati pengarang jantung expert bagi sokongan moral, ikutkan hati dah malas aku nak pergi, cuti aku tahun ni dah lagi sikit dari jari kaki.

Buat buah hati pengarang jantung, terima kasih sebab memahami, menyokong, kata orang behind a great man stand a great woman, you are already the greatest woman, hopefully I could be that great man.

Agak agak tiga orang kat atas tu camane sibuk diaorang eh?