RASA TAK?

ada hikmahnya menyaksikan qorban dilaksanakan. ianya mewujudkan keinsafan disamping rasa kesyukuran yang teramat sangat dan keikhlasan.

Menyesalnya diriku sekiranya waktu maghrib semalam aku tidak sempat berkorban pada tahun ini.

Berkira sangat aku dengan Allah yg telah menganugerah kesihatan & kenikmatan kpdku 24 jam sehari, 365 hari setahun.

dicongak perbelanjaan sehari semalam:

Bfast                                      RM3

Tea Break                                    2

Lunch                                           6

Dinner                                          5

Minyak motor                            4

Supper                                          2

Handphone/ternet                   3

Rokok                                             5

Total                                      RM30

Besar sangat kah RM 1/- nak Diinfaq ke jalan Allah sehari?

RM1 x 365 hari = RM365 (harga satu bahagian qorban)

Bagaimana kalau aku ambil RM1 sehari drpd belanjaku utk tabung Qorban tahun depan…

Allah telah tentukan awal tahun bermula Muharram & akhir tahun adalah Zulhijjah supaya

kita menabung se tahun, insya Allah dgn RM1 sehari nescaya aku boleh berkorban setiap tahun..

Maka marilah kita semua berazam supaya setiap tahun kita tidak terlepas peluang untuk mendapatkan kenderaan special kita di akhirat & janji Allah amat benar bahawa ganjaran berkorban yg ikhlas adalah sebanyak bulu-bulu binataang yg dikorbankan…

Berkiranya aku dengan Allah….

apalah sangat sekadar RM1 sehari…

malunya aku dengan Allah

qurban

a hearty breakfast before wrestling with the cows

the cows were being loaded off the lorry

slaughtering the cows as early as 9 am this morning

the womenfolk has started the preparation of ingredients for cooking

processing the meat and bones of a cow.

so much has been said about the qurban in the media and so i m not going to labour into it anymore.

the place i work managed to celebrate the Aid Mubarak this year by slaughtering 4 cows.

i am amazed at these guys and gurls who got down into business starting from slaughtering the animals right to preparing the meat for meals and to be given away to the less fortunate ones.

and i see the spirit of qurban in each of their faces! and may only Allah Bless all of you who executed the affair so unselfishly with commitment and determination.

Aid El Mubarak

as you get older, i supposed you started to mellow down. what once was so important to you might not be so this time around.

i mean like rushing back to your village from the city for the aid was compulsory. Aid must be celebrated with your parents especially first thing in the morning wishing them aid Mubarak and asking for forgiveness.

now that you have become parents yourself, the important thing is still having all your members of the family together, now that the members are not your sisters and brothers but your sons and daughters.

we celebrated Aid Mubarak in putrajaya and only after the prayers we drove home to my mother inlaw's house in perak, where already waiting was my wife's two brothers and a sister with their families.

the journey was a breeze, no jams all the way. maybe insyallah, will do this again next year.

for once, walking through the dataran putrajaya was like walking in medina with all nationalities going for the morning prayers.

and you thought there will be not so many people in the mosque?

the sermon by the prime Imam of the Putrajaya Mosque

See how "meriah" the aid mubarak was in the city. let's jom p makan!

i m so very outdated

had a meeting with a consultant yesterday and the British lad had set a meeting place in "the dome" at the fountain KLCC.
upon arrival I  had few minutes to spare so i thought it would be excellent to freshen up before the meeting.

in my haste i end up in a "premium toilet" which to me looks just about the same as any other toilet.
the only difference i noticed was as i was just about to step out of the cubicle, right after flushing, eagerly stomped a bouncer-like janitor with a laser-pointed eyes, almost knocked me off my feet armed with a mob to make sure the floor was not slippery wet.

the other premium feature of the toilet was this....

a receipt and a piece of tissue paper

i am certain now for sure! KLCC is not a hang-out place for middle-class people like me!

it's breast milk for monkey's cub

the pmr week has finally passed and my son who sat for the exam cried "freedom!" monday after completing his maths and kemahiran hidup papers. freedom from what? "burlesque" was his quick reply. well good for him but i can't exactly get it out of my head just yet.

a week ago pakcik alManar wrote in his blog an article titled 'kera di hutan disusukan'. although he candidly translated it to sound like "Mangki in hutan diberi milk, babi dirumah mati hanggeri", suddently i felt a jagged dagger pierced straight through my pulsating heart.

weeks before the exam, my last boy was struggling with his revision for he had missed year 1 lesson of all subjects because he was studying in the land down under. i had purchased text books with lots of revision and work books for him to catch up. put him through tuition with no avail. but alas! he was not the studious kind. meantime, i realised that i contributed very little on his preparation for the exam too since concurrently,  i was too busy teaching profesionnal courses to other elderly students in my class. nevertheless, it's comforting to know that he is not neglected or abandoned.

it's the wanita comel who came to the rescue and undertook full command of teaching him since she spends every minutes with him at home like a tatoo. she believed she could bring him around and drill some senses into his lame head about the importance of scoring good grades with the aids of the rattan and all. That seemed to work well! Just like the wise pakcik AlManar, members of my family too believe in sharing responsibilities among us. undoubtly wanita comel was excellent in it too!

alhamdulillah. Members of the family recide "yassin" every nite seeking god's blessing and hassanah. As well as boasting his morale that we are all in it together.

teruknye kan bapak manki ni! yang kurang ketegasan, keilmuan dan kesabarannya. but i prayed hard, i mean really hard that he tried his very best, with Allah's blessing he was calm and pastoral in completing his examinations and eventually score good grades.

The latest trend sees that should there be exam, it’s the parents that go into frenzy while the kids stay cool and could not even give a hoot!

one of the three apples of my eyes

from the bottom of my heart, thank you wanita comel (my wife), don't know what i'd do without. YOU! 

that's why i call my car "mother monster"

tadi masa nak kuar makan,tetiba aku disekat dekat post keselamatan. maka dengan cemas aku pon menyahut, eh apa salah saya?

"jap tuan! wiper tuan masih terangkat" berlari-lari polis keselamatan menurunkan viper depan dan belakang kereta aku. ingatkan dia nak tengok boot kereta - kot aku bawa barang terlarang!

aku sememang-memangnyer dah biasa drive kereta dengan wiper up di depan dan belakang ke mana-mana di dalam akademi ini. getah wiper tu jika tidak diangkat akan menjadi keras dan mencalarkan cermin disebabkan terdedah kepada pancaran mentari yang terik setiap hari.

memang aku perasan ada orang gelak dan ada orang terperanjat, tapi...aku tak buat salah apa-apa. aku tak ganggu pon ketenteraman sesiapa - so peduli aper aku - ada aku kesah!

tetiba fon berdering 

suara merdu di sebalik sana berkata:

"terkejut saya tadi ada menatang besar bertanduk nak langgar saya"

"astagfirullah nor! mana ada kerbau kat dalam akademi nih?" aku yang sebenarnya terkejut!

"adala sekor yang berwarna hitam dengan tanduk panjang tercacak ngeri, nasib baik saya tak terlompat ke dalam longkang kerna terkejut tadi". "u kan memang notorious tau! nasib baik saya takde masalah jantung, kalau tak, dah arwah dah!"

la......dia marahkan aku rupanya!

cuma kerana aku malas nak turunkan wiper kereta dan terus drive kemana-mana kat dalam kampus ni. i supposed i am the only nerd that do things like that!

inilah dia menatang/monster dengan sesungut tercacak tuh!

oh! what a life and...hey i m not complaining.

Training is a wonderful world! kekadang tu, trainer rasa macam artis pun ada. lagi banyak aksi, lagi ramai penonton lagi seronok! sebaliknya jika tiada show, rasa macam down giler!
training tak le se gah atau seglamour mana. kitaorang trainer ni kena designs dan conducts classes according bidang pengkhususan masing-masing - SME (bukan small & medium enterprises, bukan, bukan, bukan!) - subject matter experts la. mine is communications

species trainer in plak ada bermacam. ada trainer yang design courses dan ngajar dan berulang kali day in and day out buat itu sahaja sepanjang hayatnya sebagai trainer.

ada trainer yang buat all of the above tapi ada tugas sampingan diarah oleh boss besar akademi seperti menjadi event director pertandingan atau kesukanan atau pameran, pengerusi of jawatankuasa segala. inilah yang dinamakan  tugas hal-hal lain. 
the academy serves almost 11,000 personel dari segi kursus wajib, kursus kenaikan pangkat, kursus soft skills dan team building. with the facilities that we have here at the academy, more often than not, kena host events like pertandingan pidato, coral speaking, dan acara-acara sukan. bagi peserta yang datang, makan minum dan lodging taken care of.

in a nut shell, trainer pon sometimes jadi bola - disepak-terajang ke sana, kesini dan kesinun. above and on top of all these, we have been the envious of personnel dari pelbagai jabatan dan cawangan lain. diaorang ingat jika takde klas trainer goyang kaki dan goyang....apa-apa lah!
cuma nak kongsi info iaitu bila kami tak beraksi di dalam klas, tak desisgns courses, tak conducts classes, tak manages events atau tak mesyuarat jawatankuasa pelbagai, kami.....

klas dalam makmal instructional design workshop - payah woh!

yeah right! we go back to classes ourselves to unlearn and relearn and menjadi mahasiswa maha-situa semula! get it?

oh susahnya komunikasi!

i am in the most difficult industry of all - communications!

i used to be the head of communications for the organization.

now i m lecturing anything and everything about communications

hopefully the comm school will materialise this year and i get to be the cikgu besar of the school (berangan btoi kan?)

anyway....

i found out that my lecturing work has taken a backseat.

the comm management has taken centerstage. i am not complaining, tapi bersyukur sangat. it comes in easy for me because i have the skill and years of experience on it.

just imagine,

semalam.

we have this oration competition.

the management of the event went on splendidly!

aper tidaknye!  the commitee members ada le 80 orang kot!

peserta cuma 8 orang jer!

giler ke haper!
susah nak paham kan?

time to cherish

 

i travel light,

i packed just about everything i need including my jogging suit and shoes in a bag that goes on the overhead compartment, above the passengers seat. usually, there is hardly any space left. i carry my own bag because i simply hate waiting at the carousel for the luggage to come out and the thought that they simply throw your bag like garbage in the back room.

i had two expensive broken bags that has been replaced by MAS and the ones they replaced was much too inferior and dilapated compared to the bag that i purchased with stringent quality check.

i m also the sort that deliver the best i possibly could, and immediately move on without looking back.

recent experience taught me otherwise and that sometimes human touch and gratitute take center stage and made everything else second to none.

Fulfilling requests from customer is mandatory in my line of work and therefore at times spending much time on r&d as well as web browsing for materials for lectures has became a job hazard. Sacrificing your much needed sleep is nothing compared to giving an excellent presentation as an outcomes. I suppose according to maslow hierachy of human needs, I have reached the level of self actualization? Hope I m not suffering from  s.s.s (syndrome syok sendiri) hehehe.

My experience designing and delivering an integrated course for the call centre was much more than worthwhile. The sharing of experience was more than fantastic, but the gifts irman and I got from the appreciative organizer was more that words could ever describe. It made our contributions looks like a midget.

Thanks Pn Jalilah, Hani, Amir and the rest of the PKP Crew. We shall cherish the moments together because we enjoyed every moments of the time we spent together, as much as you have enjoyed participating and going through the exercises in the workshop.

Thanks a million for the experience and of course the gifts.



time to cherish