30 November 2013
Position Paper ECON740: The ETP NKEA for the Oil & Gas Industry is not supporting the Bumiputera Economic Agenda
31 December 2012
2012: Year in Review
- Tokyo & Yokohama in Japan
- transit in Doha
- first time to Italy to Milan and spent some time visiting Venice and Como
- went for the fifth time to Istanbul and made my way to Bursa
- stopped by at Ashgabat and proceed to Turkmenbashi in Turkmenistan.
- not to mention several times to Singapore and many places in Malaysia.
Career:
Still working in the current company ... since rezeki saya masih di sini. Syukur Alhamdulillah.
Family:
Enjoying each and every moment with them.
Love:
Love is all around us. Love also my nippy CR-Z and my Seamaster.
My regrets:
No, no regrets.
My achievements:
.... maybe there were a few, but as the saying goes:
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
On cricket:
.... when time permits, I join my friend for batting practice with the bowling machine in Seksyen 20 Shah Alam.
The conditions of my iman:
How I wish that I could constantly be in remembrance of Almighty Allah. Many a times, I have committed sins, and I seek forgiveness from Him (same like last year, will be the same for the rest of time).
For 2013:
Hope for the best, work and strive for the best, insya Allah everything will be ok.
01 March 2012
Getting Used to being Used
From KLCC the train was quite full as it was about 5 pm. Being typical me, I don’t give a damn about the people on the train, as you could find many sorts of people riding the train. But then, there was one particular man. Short but stocky. Looked tired. And I don’t really care. He looked foreign. Maybe he was from the Philippines. Again I don’t care. But, as if I was forced to listen to a conversation between him and another person. From the bits and pieces, I knew that this guy is a Sabahan from Bajau ethnic and came to KL looking for job last week, which until now hadn’t had the luck yet. He was on his way to Kelana Jaya, where there was an opportunity for work. Then my mobile started to ring and there was a call from one of my customers now in Turkmenistan. I was in deep conversation together with the noise in the train and that Taman Jaya station was the next stop. Then this urge came again. The urge to give the Famous Amos cookies to this fella. What the ...?
Anyway, one fine day I think I was a wee bit stylish in my attire. I was wearing a Zara navy blue blazer along with my Levi's button-fly 501, complete with brown leather Clarks Chelsea boots. I remember buying this nice pair of boots in Bicester Village near Oxford last summer. I then parked my car at the sideway parking in front of Tesco and ready to alight from the car. Not before looking at the rear-view mirror to make sure that I looked great, and glancing the time at my Omega Seamaster Professional (the one that James Bond wore in Goldeneye), slightly adjusting the Tiffany & Co. sterling silver ring on my finger, while taking a grip at my iPhone ...
While I was completely and almost totally immersed by my ownself, I heard a knock on the car window. An elderly petite Indian lady keep on knocking and started mumbling in an incomprehensible words and she was very animated and using a lot of hand gestures. I then switch off the BFM radio station and turn off the ignition key and got out from the car.
I went straight to the lady and wanted to find out what was that all about.
"Ada apa ni aci?" I said to her calmly. Then I put my arm onto her shoulders, patting her very gently.
"Boleh cerita semula tak?"
She then narrated that, her scooter was broken down and had to get it fixed and it costs her some RM32, and she's now kinda late for an interview as a nurse in the nearby Columbia Asia Hospital and bla bla bla .... maybe if I could assist her by lending her that amount of money.
"Ohhh ...." I just smiled.
"Itu small problem aci," I keep on putting my smile and gave her RM50, and nodded to say goodbye.
"Terima kasih Encik."
I turned around and wanting to say this to her, "It's not a problem, it's my pleasure to assist a fellow human being ... and I know I'm currently being used again. Of which I don't mind at all."
An Aerospace Engineer Aspirant
It has been almost six months, I was in my new role as the Industry Expert in a big GLC. I'm very grateful to be doing what I think I'm good at, i.e. back to the Oil & Gas industry. Whereas, in the last three years, I was in the Aviation Industry, dealing with aircrafts and what not, which are my interests and hobby.
Ok, aircrafts, aerospace and aviation are my extreme passions, well, since I watched Top Gun, starring Tom Cruise. Which sane 18 year old boy wouldn't want to fly the supersonic fighter aircraft, donning leather jackets, riding superbike, wearing Ray Ban sunglasses, with gorgeous girlfriend, and what not, while thinking that he's also a not bad looking guy ?
Since my eyesight was poor, so the nearest to Top Gun was doing Aeronautical Engineering at Glasgow University. With some struggles (with my puppy-love life tragedy, the Scottish harsh weather and the difficult engineering courses, though not necessary in that order), I managed to graduate in the Summer of 1991.
The other day, while getting ready to go the office, my wife said that her auntie just passed away.
"Innalillahiwainnalillahirajiun. We should ziarah and go to her funeral", I said.
"You can pick me up later at the office."
At noon, my wife dropped by at my office and we drove to Tanjong Karang. When we arrived, the funeral was already over, but we spend some time with the families and cousins of my wife. One cousin sister of hers together with her two children then accompanied us to visit the graveyard.
The sun was at its peak, and the day was very hot. So I put on my Texas cap, which I bought recently on my way to the NASA Johnson Space Centre in Houston, which I kept in my car.
After some doas and supplications to the roh of the arwah at the graveyard, we made our way back to our cars. I fondly hugged my wife's cousin's son and chatted with him. The thirteen year old boy said that he has the ambition to become an Aerospace Engineer.
"Really son ?"
"Uncle ni sebenarnya seorang Aerospace Engineer," and told him to study hard, and be good in Maths and Science, and one fine day, God Willing, your dream will be come true.
And I gave him my Texas cap.
30 December 2011
2011: Year in Review
I think I had enough of travelling. I have been to the fashionable Paris, the exotic Istanbul and the really modern Dubai, all of them twice in 2011. Not to mention to the red-dotted Singapore for the umpteen times. Within Malaysia, going to destinations like Kota Kinabalu, Miri, Bintulu, Kertih, JB and Penang were like my monthly routines. I think, I had easily clocked almost 100,000 km of air mileage, for this year alone.
Career:
How could I move up, across the corporate ladder if there are still people who are more senior than me, but seems oddly immovable? Darn. On top of that, I felt that the compensations, do not really commensurate with what I had contributed. It has been almost six years, I’m working in the current company, which seems to be longer than any of my previous jobs. Tak mengapalah, rezeki saya masih di sini. Syukur Alhamdulillah.
Family:
As always, I try to be accommodative to my loved ones. Provide the necessaries and necessities. Pampered them with the little extras that I had.
Love:
In married life, and love in general, obviously there’re ups and downs. 2011 was mostly ups :)
My regrets:
By right, I shouldn’t have any regrets as kesemuanya sudah menjadi ketentuan Allah. Having said that, I was upset with the seemingly deteriorating condition of my mother’s dementia as well as my son’s failure to get all A’s in his PMR. I will do my best to assist my dear mother, and gave some serious ultimatum to my son for his own good.
My achievements:
Not really achievements, but more like something I do almost every day for living. Firstly, I successfully organized an event in KK, with minimum effort but maximum results. Secondly, with the grace of Almighty Allah, I was able to get two Russians and one Tatarstanian and had a good meeting with them in Istanbul on business matters with regard to Turkmenistan. As I said, I do these things everyday, those are but examples.
On cricket:
My batting sucks. My bowling quite reasonable. My Pakistan cricket team was doing well, and that matters.
The conditions of my iman:
How I wish that I could constantly be in remembrance of Almighty Allah. Many a times, I have committed sins, and I seek forgiveness from Him.
For 2012:
Maybe less travelling, more devotion in ibadah to Almighty Allah, less sins, more charity, more menimba ilmu, less doing the unworthy, more on the good things, less on the good-for-nothing.
05 September 2011
Glamour dari Sudut Pandangan Berbeza
16 August 2011
Catatan Lelaki Tipikal di Hari Raya
04 August 2011
Faraway Places
11 July 2011
Daddy Cool
Every third Sunday in the month of June is dedicated to those who are called fathers. Though in my humble opinion, every day should be father’s day. Anyway, let me write something about my dear father.
Remember the letter about how he and my mom met my future wife. The ‘bahasa’ was as how a proper letter should be written. Full of ‘ayahanda’, ‘bonda’, ‘nenda’, ‘kekanda’ nomenclatures etc.
The last letter addressed to me when I was in the UK, "…di sini ayahanda ingin menyampaikan jemputan ke perkahwinan bekas kekasih anakanda …"
I also used to write post cards to him wherever new foreign countries that I went to during my studies as well in my business trips. He was very proud in receiving all the 30-odd postcards from European countries and the US. He even tracked the places I went in the world geographical map.
Yes Ayah, what’s more if they were beautiful girls. Ok, noted. I will try my best to cast down my eyes, promise you that. Or at least, I try lah ...
Imagine this, in black and white. Four gentlemen (one whom is my dad) in their black ties and cool sun shades posing in front of the Tugu Negara. As with many other young guys those days, Ayah also had a scooter. He used to take my mother (in her tight kebaya, I supposed) scootering around the town, maybe like in the movie Roman Holiday.
[al-Fatihah, my dear Ayah passed away peacefully on September 4th, 2014)
| Breakfast with Dad (few months before my Ayah passed away ...) |
11 July 2010
Syaaban
That, plus work commitment which forced me to participate in endless business lunches and dinners.
These somehow have an adverse effect on my body (my tummy specifically). I’m now beginning to look like a normal early/mid 40s. Though people swear (not kidding here) that I look like at least anything minus six to eight solar years.
Last few days when I measured my weight on those nice electronic weighing machine at the massage chairs outlets at the mall, showed mine at 77 kg. That is 5 kg above my normal reading. To make it more unpleasant, Jay’s weighed about 20 kilos less, that’s over 6 kilos extra. But then, electronics, they are known for what we call glitches, and not to be trusted whole heartedly.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I saw Jay already started her Syaaban fasting and no heavy meal at night. Even (this is her routine) drinks strictly only to air suam.
Yeap, I’ll soon follow her.
22 March 2010
The Tale of Two Turks (as I was passing)
So, after more than two years I mentioned the country Turkmenistan in this very blog, finally I have the chance to set foot on it. But not before I passed Turkey first.
I took the MAS flight to Istanbul had to overnight there (this is planned) and off to Ashgabat using Turkish Airlines the next day.
- Beautiful ladies at the missing luggage centre at Atarturk Airport
- Someone kind enough to show me a nice & simple hotel (50 euro per night)
- The front desk office named Mohammed who speaks fluent Malay
- The friendly and philosophical US educated carpet seller in front of Blue Mosque
- The majestic Blue Mosque
- Aya Sofya
- Beyazit Mosque
- Elif and Merve, two sweet girls that interviewed me for their school project
- My PETRONAS friends
- Alex and Shakrat
- Guvlev
12 May 2009
Sulaiman the Magnificent
28 March 2009
Somewhere in Greater Tokyo
When I reached Narita Airport, I felt like I was really lost.
When I took the Japan Railway map, it looked more complicated that the London subway, with more than 2 dozen railway lines, each with different colour coding. But then, I was totally wrong. In fact, it was so damn easy. In fact, the whole system (Japanese system) is really piece of cake.
For example to get to Tokyo Disneyland, I have to take the Keiyo Line which stops at Maihama Station. From there, I proceed to Kichijoji Station via the same Keiyo Line to Tokyo Main Station (with more than six different train integrating to each other) and change to the famous Yamanote Line and onto Chuo Line to Kichijoji.
Things that I realised:
- The Japs are very trendy lot
- The train and busses are very efficient to the dot
- They are very friendly, trying to help even if they don’t know
- Most of them don’t speak English, or really very bad engrish
- The tv stations are crystal clear like blue-ray discs
- The internet is at lightning speed at gigabit per seconds
- I don’t see any Bangla or Indon around to do odd jobs, all by Japanese
- They know marayshia
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| Enjoying spring in Tokyo Disneyland |
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| The Tokyo Train Network |
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