Well this is what we call technology...
Monday, September 15, 2014
GOtcHa!
Well this is what we call technology...
Practise makes PerFeCT
Okay ... looks like my attempt to write in BM sucks?
I was laughed...they said i wrote 'rojak' and there was no feeling at all. Am i that bad? MA ..teruk sangat ke bahasa saya...
But i thought it was good though... (dengan nada perasan) hehehhe.
Ok mungkin saya perlukan masa untuk memasukkan elemen 'perasaan' dalam tulisan saya. Nanti lah saya cuba ... tapi tak janji lah.. ikut kan hati tiap tiap hari nak update blog...walaupun saya bukan lah blogger tegar.... saja suka suka..bila bosan boleh lah baca balik apa yang saya tulis.
Yup blog ni pun bukanlah untuk saya 'cari makan'. Mana mana kawan yang tau aje yang baca... so hits atau page views meme la takleh pakai...
Kalau orang nak kata saya SS pun terpulanglah. Kalau saya SS pun itu hak saya kan. Tak gitu? This is a free country... as long as i didnt hurt anyone or create any fiasco ..that is good enough.
I am cracking my head to find a topic to write for the croco column. Yin has been chasing me. Will try to come out with an article tonight..if time permits .. Insyallah.
So long peeps!
Lost woRDs - iNi buKaN poYO
Ini bukan POYO!
I have been trying to write an entry in bahasa.. but i am stucked! To certain extent i think a friend who commented subtly that i should uphold my mother tougue language is true. Okay MA you won!
Come to think about it again... seriously thinking perhaps i have a problem on that. Not to say that i haven't written in BM but i guess i write faster in english though. Hey! .. that is an acquired ability...and its not easy to reach to this stage.
In fact there are a couple of entries in my blog that were written in BM.. flawless... hehehe.
Bukanlah saya berlagak tetapi untuk saya kecapi kebolehan menulis di dlm BI bukanlah suatu perkara yang mudah. Ada je entri entri saya yang ditulis dalam bahasa ibunda saya.... hahahaa... nampak...saya dah mula membuat translation... btw what is translation in BM?? Haiyooo i am that bad. ??
Ada kalanya juga saya membuat kerja kerja translation.. tak pun menjadi masalah bagi saya...
Dari BM ke BI atau sebaliknya.
Saya juga ada ruangan dalam Buletin yang diterbitkan oleh organisasi saya... di mana saya menggunakan ruangan itu untuk menyuarakan pendapat saya berhubung sesuatu isu. Pengisian ruangan itu selalunya dalam dwi bahasa..yess ..sebab utamanya adalah untuk memastikan mesej yang ingin saya sampaikan difahami oleh setiap peringkat. Tapi... dah 2 edisi saya terlepas untuk menulis sebab masa tidak mengizinkan... hahhaah nampak tak macamana saya bijak memberi alasan !
Saya memerlukan sesuatu momen untuk menulis. Idea penulisan saya tidak selalu lancar. Hmmm ni lebih jauh dari amatur. Kalau profesional.. mesti idea keluar mencurah curah...
Kemungkinan besar saya lebih selesa menulis dalam BI kerana tugasan saya yang memerlukan kebanyakan kertas kerja dibuat di dalam BI. Dan suasana kerja yang majoriti ketua ketuanya fasih berbahasa BI... tetapi shhhhhhhh.....pada masa yang sama saya menggunakan dwi bahasa untuk bergosip! Klise kan?
Tetapi bagi saya apa yang penting dalam setiap penulisan saya adalah kepuasan. Dan ini amatlah subjektif di mana kepuasan seseorang dengan seseorang yang lain dalam apa jua hal amat berbeza.
Kemungkinan besar ada antara anda yang suka kopi kampung yang kaw dan pekat. Tetapi ada pula di antara anda yang lebih menyukai kopi zaman moden seperti di starbuck atau coffee bean. Bagi saya dua dua jenis kopi sedap dan mempunyai keunikan sendiri. Apa yang lebih penting pengusaha kedua dua jenis kopi ini mempunyai pengikut mereka yang tersendiri dan meraih keuntungan yang berbaloi.Manakala peminat kopi berasa puas menghirup kopi kegemaran mereka.
Setuju?
Hahahaha... ok saya PoYo!
Saturday, September 13, 2014
JaPAn
Ag3 is CatCHing UP
Lately i am easily tired...
I think i am aging too fast. Hahhahha!!!!
But that' s what i feel. A few years back i can work on anything..u name it. Office works, out station, spring cleaning of the house i can do that without any problem..
Nowadays i need my beloved other half to be part of my agenda i.e doing houae chores!
Like today.. i planned to do spring cleaning of the house. Perhaps my other half noticed the tiresome in me. He did 70% of the spring cleaning. Hey that is part of his responsibility right.. i.e making sure that the queen of his heart is assisted with all the house chores... what more the helping hand should come from him.
Anyway... my beloved chubby hubby thank u so much. I really appreciate what u hv done today... really it is right from the bottom of my heart.
Lil kiddo? He is as usual with the ipad and practising his guitar. He has hinted me an ukulele for him. Hmmhhhh... how i wish i could be demanding as he is now when i was at his age. Hahhaha... lain dulu lain skarang. This gen Y is totally contradict with gen X. Baby boomers are not counted! Heheheh.
What ever it is ... i am so looking fwd for weekends.. where i can get off my bed a bit late... hv bfast with th3 love of my life and embrace the weekend without having to endure unpredictable pressures ... hahhaha.
I thibk age is really catching up on me!... hahahhha. Enjoy your weekend peeps!
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Ola!
Its has been veeeryyyy long.. this blog is left without any words...
Yup...I wish I could have written all those things that happened.
Yup I was in Japan in April 2014 for a week. My first backpacking with my mates... 2 of them! It was cool traveling with them... 2 genY. elt like was one of them ... hahahah ... perasan tahap gaban! Visited Tokyo, Kyoto, Nagoya, ... but all photos are in my HP. I love Japan... but not really the life there..perhaps.
everything was in Japanese. Mati kutu dibuatnya tak boleh cakap in English. Overall it was a satisfying journey.
Reaching KL... works were piling up> That was a norm. Worked like hell after that hols!
I was lucky. SOmeone said 2014 is my lucky year. I was chosen to travel to Rome... yuhooooo....
Wait for my pics peeps!
Thursday, April 17, 2014
ReAdY for thE truTH?
Woke up at 4am today ... gotta flight to catch at 7am. Another round of meeting on ssp. This time round it will be at Kedah/Perlis.
I wanted to laugh out loud when i was asked to take off my boots just because the sensor made an alarm when i crossed the inspection line/ the check point. Yup it looked awkward... luckily the boots were shiny enuf not to make me looked like a fool.
A colleague of mine snapped pics on me without shoes.. which i thot sumthin that needs to be shared..
The air craft was on time indeed/ in accordance with the schedule. For quick bfast.. I had my favourite half boiled eggs at the nearest kopitiam. Something that could make me awake i hope..
Boarded.. and upon took off my mind was narrowed down to those passengers and crew of mh370. All of a sudden i had this fear inside me.. i even asked myself am i afraid to die? Not ready to leave my loved ones or simply a reminder...
The truth is...as i always believe.. when the time comes..nothing on this world can stop you from death... its definite.. the only question is how ready are we...
...something to ponder upon i guess but of coz it works as a reminder..not a soft one but i think we all know.
Being air asia.. i guess this is not a general statement..but i qualified it based on my own experience. The flight was delayed for almost 2 hours. During the ' flying back' a couple of turbulences welcomed us on air.... that made me thought of mh370 again. As all we malaysians wish... its my wish as well to learn that they are safe wherever they are. If i were to be one of the relatives... being human... i would be frustrated...yes by not knowing the true cause of the incident.. with a hope that everything will soon be answered. And when once unveiled again...are we ready to face and accept the truth... ( i am sure the truth is always disheartening...)
Saturday, April 12, 2014
A fLasHBaCk
It is saturday evening. The smell of after rain probed me to flashback. I have been missing him lately. It has been 12 years since he left us. 29 march always ripped my heart apart ... that was the day, the moment he left us. I know its an absurdity of mine... i am always wanting to receive a reply from an email that i sent to him 3 days before his passing. An email that described what had happened to him and a request for him from his only sister (me) to reply the email once he' s back on his feet again.
And... yes i didnt receive any email from him after that....
'Missing someone and not being able to see them is the worst feeling ever' (status update in fb) was actually meant to express how much i missed him... 12 years.. i could only 'see' him in the circles of memories.. but i couldnt touch him.. talk to him... hold his hands..
One of his traces in life that he left for us is his 2 girls... oya n qilla. I have wrote something on oya ... 'life without a father' .. an entry in my blog that i wrote emotionally while weeping and sheding tears. Perhaps being the eye witness on what exactly happened to oya on 29 march was like a plot of a film. It ran thru my eyes and mind clear and fresh!
And its always oya who came into picture when i listened to one of celine dion's number ..'dance with my father'. Its a track of flashing back and rewinding of moments while he was still around with us...a month before he left us for good.
Why oya? She is his daughter who has spent her childhood with us.. she can either be my sister and even my daughter. She is the eldest grand child. Watching her grown up without a father at times touches my sensitivity. I can feel that its tough to have not having a father around. Even now... at my age now i could not imagine to have not having my dad besides us even though i know and keep on reminding myself the day will come... ( and we never know who is first to be "summoned" by HIM).
Well perhaps this (on missing him) is one of the reasons that forced me to be sensitive lately.. react impulsively...
Allah is great. As i always penned down in most of my entries.. HE knows what is the best for each and everyone of us. Everything happened for a reason which we might or cant even think of... and ov coz with blessings in disguise secretly embeded into it until one fine day we realise..and we think that is an epiphany!
To my late brother Azmin, i still miss you and will always love you for the rest of my life.
May you rest peacefully... till we meet again... the day when we will be reunited.
Amin..ya rabbal alamin.