Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas My Friends!

It's been long, isn't it? Been busy lately (past few months). Office work still my number one headache nonetheless. The lazy syndrome did struck me hard which consequently makes me in the 'amnesia state'. He He

I just wonder...kenapa malaysian celebrate krismas guna polok pain dan salji olok-olok? Dekat oversea pun bukan selalunya white christmas. Heran kan? ker aku sorang yang fikir camni.

Anyway, to all my friends yg sambut Krismas, selamat bergembira di hari natal.

The Value of Time

To realize the value of 1 month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of 1 week, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of 1 hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realize the value of 1 minute, ask a person who missed the train.
To realize the value of 1 second, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of 1 millisecond, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Treasure every moment that you have!
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!!

Cynical Meanings

Cigarette: A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool on the other.
Webster online defines " FOOL is the general term and may often suggest derangement rather than feebleness of mind, or merely some degree of lack of good sense or judgment".
i.e: Someone who smokes is considered a fool because s/he thinks that a stint of 'smoking-after-lunch-cooling-effect-' is better than life time lung cancer effect.

Divorce: Future tense of marriage.

Lecture: An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either."
True, to some extent.

Conference: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.(been there..)

Conference Room: A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.

Compromise: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.

Tears: The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power...

Dictionary: A place where success comes before work.

Classic: A book which people praise, but do not read.

Smile: A curve that can set a lot of things straight.

Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth

Menjadi Baladewa Sebagai Laskar Cinta.

Baru beli album Laskar Cinta (Dewa) yang original.Semua orang punya akal fikir sendiri untuk menilai lagu dan lazimnya penilaian itu bergantung kepada setakat mana lagu tadi terkesan di hati. Pada saya, semua lagu di side A best. Bermula dengan lagu Pengeran Cinta, iramanya memang rancak tapi punya korus yang catchy. Mesej lagu - mengingatkan kita bahawa tiada yang kekal di dunia ini.

Lagu Atas Nama Cinta juga lagu rancak. Seperti lagu pertama tadi, korus lagu ini juga best dan mudah untuk diingati mamandangkan rangkapnya memang berulang. Liriknya simple tapi membawa pengertian yang dalam - Betapa mudahnya manusia boleh menggunakan nama Tuhan demi untuk mencapai tujuannya dan dalam lagu ini, ia merujuk kepada cinta sesama manusia.

Lagu Satu adalah lagu yang mengasyikkan. Penyerahan total manusia kepada penciptanya. Pengakuan tulus bahawa semua yang ada pada kita adalah milik Tuhan. Apa lagi yang lebih indah dari ini?

Nasionalisme Dewa terpancar lewat lagu Indonesia Saja yakni pewujudan satu bangsa Indonesia tanpa mengira marga, faham politik dan latar agama. Semua disampaikan secara tersirat melalui perlambangan yang mudah.

The Sweetest Place pula berbicara tentang hakikat kematian. A place where dreams and life become one. Dengan petikan gitar, lagu ini dialunkan Once dengan santai.

Hidup Ini Indah mengakhiri lagu2 side A. Selepas lagu Satu, lagu ini adalah pilihan halwa telinga saya. Sebuah lagu perlahan dan masih mengekalkan perulangan korus yang catchy. Amat terkesan di hati kerana liriknya melakarkan keindahan apabila kita mendekatkan diri pada Tuhan.

Saya Anak Malaysia!

Tanggal 31 Ogos secara rasminya diterimapakai sebagai hari Kemerdekaan Malaysia dan pada tahun ini negara ini menyambutnya buat kali ke 48. Jika ditinjau, tarikh ini merupakan tarikh kemerdekaan Tanah Melayu @ Malaya. Bukan Malaysia. Nama Malaysia hanya digunapakai selepas pembentukan Malaysia pada 16 September 1963. Berdasrkan perhitungan dari sudut sejarah, Malaysia sepatutnya bermula dari tarikh ini. Ini bermakna Malaysia baru wujud selama 42 tahun. Persoalan saya, adakah tahun 1957 wajar dianggap sebagai kemerdekaan Malaysia walhal pada ketika itu, yang ada cuma Malaya, bukan Malaysia? Rakyat Sabah & Sarawak pada tahun 1957 masih lagi bertuankan orang putih. Mereka hanya bebas dari bertuankan penjajah selepas 6 tahun Tunku Abdul Rahman Melaungkan kalimah Merdeka di Tanah Melayu.

Dalam kurikulum di sekolah kita belajar tentang sejarah kemerdekaan negara dan sebagai anak pasca merdeka, saya sering disogokkan dengan pertuduhan bahawa anak pasca merdeka tidak menghayati erti kemerdekaan yang sebenarnya. Namun apabila saya menghayati latar peristiwa ke arah kemerdekaan persoalan sebegini pula terpacul dari fikiran saya. Menulis tentang ini sudah buat saya sedikit gentar..yalah, nanti dituduh pula saya tidak patriotik. Tidak sayangkan negara. Tidak setia pada negara. Tapi, takkan saya terima saja fakta ini tanpa perlu mempersoalkan rasionalnya?

Saya sayangkan negara ini kerana di sinilah saya lahir. Di sinilah ibu bapa dan datuk nenek saya lahir. Orang asal. Tapi adakah sayang ditunjukkan dengan hanya mengangguk atau menggeleng tanpa berfikir? Bukankah jatuh bangun sebuah negara dijanakan oleh kekuatan fikir rakyatnya. Kalau sekadar kekuatan fizikal diambil kira, kita pasti akan kalah dengan bangsa lain yang lebih sasa tubuhnya. Kita ini sekadar makan nasi...lawan kita makan protein yang membina tubuh badan yang sihat dan kuat!

Masyarakat yang berfikir adalah apa yang diperlukan oleh negara kita. Bukan sekadar masyarakat yang hanya mahu bersenang-senang dan berhibur, yang hanya bergantung pada subsidi itu ini. Mahu menjadi yang 'ter' dalam segala aspek tetapi 'ter'lupa untuk bertindak ke arah ke'ter'an itu.

Oleh itu, sempena bulan merdeka ini marilah bersama-sama kita menghayati makna kemerdekaan ini. Kita sebenarnya boleh berjalan jauh, cuma perlu dipastikan langkah perjalanan kita ke arah hadapan, bukan ke belakang!(Kredit ikon bendera berkibar kepada 3D Animated Flags--By 3DFlags.com)

Saturday Nite Fever

The Saturday Nite Fever (SNF) have been a catchy phrase since John Travolta dance in the movie with the same name. I’m not quite sure what does the ‘fever‘ refers to. Dictionary defines it as:

1. Abnormally high body temperature.
2. Any of various diseases characterized by abnormally high body temperature.
3. A condition of heightened activity or excitement: a fever of anticipation.
4. A contagious, usually short-lived enthusiasm or craze: disco fever.

So, Saturday Nite Fever could be a situation where you have an abnormally high body temperature (in some occassion due to diseases) a.k.a you are sick and need a night off. Or it could be the opposite, it might be an exciting activity that you are addicted to every Saturday Nite (clubbing, cinema’ing, tupperware partying etc..) The word fever seems to have two completely opposite meaning, how interesting…

It is saturday nite..yet neither symptom of any nausea nor sudden changes of my body temperature. Heightened activity? Let me think…Clubbing? Not an option…Cinema? An option yet it is already midnite..no more show. Tupperwaring? Not fond of any MLM’s kind. Blogging? Maybe.

Tonite is another saturday nite without a fever…unless there are John-Travolta-shake-his-bon-bon movie on TV!

Hari Bertemu Pelanggan

Hari Bertemu Pelanggan (HBP) is a popular term in the Civil Services nowadays…it is one of the criteria used as a benchmark for Q of services. Many Governmnet Offices had gazetted certain days or date for their HBP. Quality eh? I wonder…

Today is my HBP day..the whole day is dedicated to my beloved customers (my former CEO did mention them as our customers - without them we are nothing!). But my HBP is quite different. It stands for my weekly High Blood Pressure. I think I need to make sure my life insurance covers HBP. Insurance? I really hate that Mr Slimer aka the unwelcome insurance guy that keep on nagging me to pay extra RM 100. Even thinking of him can give me a headache…frowning about him had definitely increased fine lines on my face. I blame you Mr Slimer for this premature aging face!! errr..do the insurance cover for any cosmetic surgery? :-)

Payday is just around the corner…again, I’ll be richer for one day or two, then live below poverty rate for rest of the month..Yet, watching the Bersamamu Reality TV always reminds me of the less fortunate people out there. Sob..sob..sob…

Then I realized that I am lucky to have this job (which I always whinning about) eventhough it always led to my HBP .

Blame The Mamak!!

I Hate Monday!

No..not because Mr. Isnin once spare me couple hours of a pretty ‘zzzzzz’ing lecture on teaching gadget, not because Garfield hate Monday..and of course not because I have mee goreng mamak for brunch. I just hate it because it kills the the pleasure of no-rush-to-office-and-work-till-you-drop which I enjoyed during the 48 hours weekend.

So, what did I do since morning? Hmm…let me see. Punch-in (red seems goes well with that yellow card). Show my pretty face (with a soo… prentious smile) when I catwalk into the office. Short chit chat with amoi, then back to my seldom used No 13 room to avoid the so called burden-to-be person (no real name involved for privacy purposes). Read one article which I’ve been carrying around for the past few days - I finally managed to summarise the gist in half an hour. A time like this without others stealing your bandwith of time is really precious.

I went out early for brunch, purposely to bring Nemokeneter to clinic. Pity Old Nemo, no happy face could be seen for this few months. Maybe it is because of the another young and handsome rival…the spect…fuh!! Very sexy and full with surprises! Any sane man could not ask for more…especially when you get it for free. However after RM 200 poorer due to the clinic charges, old Nemo now is as good as new. By the way, Old Nemo commercial name is Nokia 9210i Communicator ( Bear in mind, Nemo is not mine…it belongs to my other half)

Back in the office, I realized that not much to do either. Work scheduled for tomorrow also already taken care of. Oh, am I that efficient? I am not happy with the cluster on my desk- try to sort it out but I afraid that after implementing 5S to this desk I ‘ll have problem to search for any document later on. It happened to me before. Serious!! it took me hours to find it in the organised way.

The Halo Effect of others seing my desk for the first time is that I am not an organised person. This is my system of organising - the clustering way. Mind you, if my desk is neat and very organised it shows that I do nothing. Yellek! Why should I cluster all those papers, books, pen and whatever on my desk if there’s nothing to do? My motto : Cluster is Work. No Cluster, No Work. (Precaution: Dont follow this at your Offfice or Home. The risk is unbearable)

It’s 10 minutes to 6.00 pm. Being the honest type of person (he he), I stayback in the office to sort other tasks for this week plus to show to my boss that the red stamp on the yellow card always followed with an extended office hours. As daylight is slowly fading (welcome night..I miss you), I still hate today. First it is Monday, and second, the diarrhoea after brunch still continues. What a secondhand bowel of mine! And yes…now I am blaming the mamak for such a ‘wonderful gift’ he gave me for today!

Ethnic Relations in Malaysia (Kompilasi Esei Berbaur akademik)

I read Sabah’s Way is a Celebration of Difference in NST lastweek (13/8/2005) which reminds me much of my family. As a product of a mixed marriage Bajau-Dusun parents, story like this represent the way of life many families (if not all) in Sabah. This explained why there were many faces of Sabahan. Not only we have various suku kaum here, the mixed marriage factor also contributed to the Sinos (Kadazan/Dusun + Bajau + Brunei + Rungus + Suluk + Bugis etc). This asnwer the question of my semenanjungians fellow friends on the variety looks of our AF artists- Adam the Bajau, Felix, Marsha, Linda the Dusuns, Haider the Suluk, Mas & Yazer (not sure) maybe Bugis and Tidong. Their thick accent marked their appearance as truly Sabahan. Definitely a lot of choice here..mari-mari come to Sabah. But be prepared before you said Mahal Na Mahal Kita (I love you) to Sabahan lady. The hantaran is quite Mahal also!

Ok. back to social tolerance!
We Malaysian were advised by the politicians and ministers up there to create social tolerance. Aisehman..We cannot simply acknowledged the existence of social tolerance after being told to do so. Although we are living our life in reality, this is not a reality TV show that we can simply vote and SMSing in order to create social tolerance. Damm for those who thinks social tolerance can be simply achieved through 3 credit hours course in the Uni or like buying Yong Taufu from pasar malam. Social tolerance is a life long effort and it should begins from the micro level - yes….the root for social tolerance is the family institution. Parents should teach their children (from the early stage) to respect others regardless of race or religion. Parents, this is your responsibility, dont burden this to teachers only!

I strongly believed that parents play an important role in educating our young padawan about social tolerance. And as see it now, my parents had an excellence job in teaching their 12 children the value of harmony in a mixed marriage family. I shall pass this valuable lessons to the next generation of my young padawan for them to pass it to their next padawan generation…and so forth.

Maybe on one fine day we all can proudly announce that we are Bangsa Malaysia, no more Malay, Chinese or Indians! The main issue however, are we willing and ready to be a truly Bangsa Malaysia?

Afdlin Shauki Goes Crazy?

I went window shopping to my favourite site and came across this crazy yet daring offer from this fellow blogger. The craze hit me as well, so I took the challenge (not merely due to his ‘celebrity’ status) but the idea of appreciating others quality works. Our society (read: Malaysia), I think is still in a slow motion transition to be a critical and educated audience. Not that our people are not well-educated academically. We are!! Our education policy is so dynamic indeed…just to ensure that our graduates quality relevant with contemporary labour market needs.

Opsss…wrong channellah. Back to the crazy offer mentioned earlier. If you really want to know, just visit his site Afdlin Shauki: Inside My Head. I could not give any view of Fuyoo yet as I myself still waiting for him to post it to me. But as a Fan Antik of Afdlin, SultanMuzaffar’s review (27/10/2003) did help me to imagine how it would be. The review was made nearly 2 years ago, time where I dont have the luxury of my own PC, let alone the internet. Looking back then, I realized how much has time flew and how much I’ve changed (This includes the horizontal development of my size..muahahaha).

The moral of today’s entry: Being crazy in this crazy world seems not a crazy idea at all!!

Hello World!

Welcome to Tapau: Mind Of Mine at Blogspot. This moment shall be my Hari Ini dalam Sejarah event as I finally managed to be the proud owner of this blog. An inexperience blogger I might be, so please dont put so much expectation here. This is only a place where I consider as my cyberhome, a place where I can simply go whenever I feel like to part from my hectic (huh?) routine life.

I call this place as Tapau, as you my dear readers (as though it’s only me at this moment) can simply tapau my ideas and views here to somewhere else. Neither IP (Intellectual Preperty) nor plagiarism is involved here. Dont misjudged me though. I strongly support the idea of IP or Copywright . Only in Tapau, I dont think there’s any of my writing here suitable to be in a referred academic journal.

Tapau: Mind Of Mine is only my humble and honest opinion on many simple but meaningful event in my life.