It has been almost 2 months I’ve been working. So far so good. I’ve been out of office for almost a week now. Kind of miss my table. During the time I went out station in Negri Sembilan to conduct several test, I felt a little bit dizzy. Probably due to the long winding road that we used going up and down the hill on the diesel powered 4WD. Fasting month added to become the catalyst. My team even go through a very old road just to got on top of a hill to reach the exchange. Once you reached there it was very cold! Brrrrr. Now the last thing on my mind is to be at home. I believe that’s is on every people mind once they outside after a while. There’s no place like home. Miss my ‘bantal buchuk’. Hahaha.

People normally complaint that their work is boring. In my opinion, it is you who decide whether your work gonna be fun or not. All the laughter, jokes should be counted in when you work. But for those who don’t have the essentials, to have them in your working team, are indeed a disaster. Stories that reach to my pair of ears has been a reminder from the seniors. I thank you for that. Next time I will take account of my action to ensure those who work with me get the joy and hapiness as much as I need them.

My wonderful cousin just got off the ship from Port Dickson.  Now he’s already in the mode of Raya since he started his leave. He went down to my hotel room and we had a breakfast together. I am very thankful he gave me a new perfume: Armani. Hehehe. Hope the ladies will turn on once they smell my ‘smell’. Hahaha. It’s a long winding road out there for me, just don’t wanna get twisted and fall along the way like all the stories the came upon to me.  Until then, selamat berpuasa and also selamat berbuka.

Artist: Peterpan
Title : Ku Katakan Dengan Indah

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They say the sky is the limit. Is it? Some willing to push beyond the limit.  This relate to a story where I met this one Portuguese lady in a train on my way back from Port Dickson.  It happen last week.  I took commuter from Seremban to found a lady with few luggages beside her. She’s on a wheel chair. I didn’t talk to her at first since I’m standing behind her back. I thought those standing in front around her would be her family members. But after few stations, the commuter of course jam packed like shit. At the same time, I chat with a gentlemen whose accidently a Ketua Cawangan Seremban 2. It was nice to chat with him until we both noticed about the poor lady on the wheel chair. She was in poor condition, you can smell thta she’s haven’t bath for days. She keep mumbling about these people who just walk inside without seeing people on the wheel chair. I chat with her. One Malay lady thought she’s a foreigner from India, then immediately i give my guess:

“You’re a Portuguese, right?”
“Yes. I am” she answered with a smile directly towards my eye.

Her name was Teresa. She a Portuguese. Portuguese in Malaysia consider a Bumiputra according to our beloved Constitution. A lot of Malaysians doesn’t realize that. She was in very poor condition. Her son left her. Her feet and eyes were swollen. While the train is in the move, she keep complaining me about her pathetic life mainly about her son and her mother who never come to support her. She just came out of hospital.

You know when the coach was full, people all pushing and at the same time we need to get her out with all the people at the KL Sentral who basically on a rush to go back home.  She push herself and I brought her luggages to one corner. I asked her to stay there while I go buy McD. I go buy but shit…I forgot she didn’t eat beef. Went back to the McD and tapau Fillet-O-Fish for her. Wakaka~ Then we eat together for while. I asked her,

She continue eat the fries I bought. I know she’s really hungry seeing the way she’s eat. Even though she’s hungry, she didn’t eat the beef cheeseburger I bought. I can see the Jesus cross she wore on her neck. I did share with her a story. A story bout a Captain who in the end manage to get alive back home from the sea to his family. In the end of the trip, the Captain sang:

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

She smiled and flattered to see I know the song. I told her the moral of the story is that, no matter what turmoil we been into, God will guide us to peace just like God guide the Captain to his family from the storm in the sea.

I’ve been to TM Brickfield Exchange. I’m not sure it’s a Catholic or Protestant or Anglican or whatever it may be. but I believe I can provide a shelter to stay for the night. Also the YMCA just nearby down the road on the way to Brickfield. I hope she’s find her way there.

The last place I had to left her was KL sentral near the ERL counter just beside the Coke Vending machine. It’s getting late otherwise I miss my train. If i got my car, I could have send her. In the end, I gave her a sum of money and told her to go to Brickfield church just nearby. I hope she did. I shook her hand and she took my hands and kissed it many times.

“Thank you so much”.
I reply, “Don’t thank me, Thank God. He sent me”

After that I walked away without looking back not wanting to push myself to feel the pain in my heart again. That is why they say the sky is the limit….

*picture taken is when i’m out-stationed at TM Port Dickson tower base looking up.

Surprisingly, even the Constitution was brought in to defend UiTM’s 100% racial discrimination policy, displaying wide-spread ignorance of the Constitution.  Vice-chancellor Ibrahim specifically referred to Article 153 of the Constitution as legal basis for his refusal to open the door of UiTM to other races.

Kim Quek

Can those people thumping their chests to condemn Selangor Mentri Besar Khalid Ibrahim’s suggestion to allocate 10% of student admission of Universiti Teknologi Mara (UiTM) to non-bumiputra and foreign students please answer one simple question:

Is there a single university in the world which practices 100% racial discrimination in its student enrolment?

If there is none, shouldn’t these same people start to do some reflective thinking now as to whether it is a plus or minus for Malaysia to have this unique distinction?

Should they not contemplate whether they are proud or not so proud of this ‘achievement’?

“... Do you see the fields beneath the clouds?
With stars as trails to lead you out
Can you sense the pain that’s everywhere?
And if you try you’ll never care
And the love you had when you were young
Is right outside for all to come
Because your life is full of pure desire
A place so gloriously wired
And it’s like our world, And we’re the last ones left
Are you curious? Please stay, don’t go, I’ve got you now …”

Last week was my convocation. It was great. I know my parents is the most happiest parent in the world. MMU 9th Convocation 2008 was held for 3 days. I received my scroll on Sunday from Tan Sri Ir Muhammad Radzi Hj. Mansor. All of us were hoping to receive our scroll from Tun Dr Siti Hasmah, the Chancellor however she only gave away the scroll on Saturday and Monday, leaving us behind gave by the Pro-Chancellor, Ir. Muhammad Radzi Hj. Mansor on Sunday. We were quite disappointed by that. Lucky for those who got from Tun Dr. Siti Hasmah. The ceremony start at 8:30 in the morning and ends at 12:30 afternoon. I was flattered to see how the time were managed with full punctuality. During the convo, that the time where we reunite again with our old classmates. So majority of us would share life updates as I would share mine here online. Majority of us already secured a job and a number would say they’re attending interviews. Take note that the very same week convocation for MMU is the convocation for University Malaya. The next week will be for UTM and UKM simultaneously. Imagine a university would produce overall 3000 graduates thus this week alone 6000 degree holders were officially produced. That makes a total rate of 12 000 graduates in a month. So to secure a job nowadays are very tough. I consider myself lucky to got a job less than 1 month after I left MMU. Back in our fathers’ days, the job were looking for us. But today, it turned out to be the other way around as the world coming to its end thus everything is getting upside down. Have you come to situation where you felt so hard to leave the life you had for so many years and all of the sudden you had to leave it behind? I bet you all did, right? To be frank, I found student life was the best. There are no time constraint, no plans & you can do whatever, where ever & whenever you want too! But now, at my age, it’s the dawn of my working life. Back in Melaka where I spend most of my student life, we did have a lot of times which covers from fun to heartbreak memories. Haha. I believe most of our time would channel during the night time. Why is so? Because all of us are active during the night! Haha. What activity would we all do at night? A lot! Got one time we went i) cycling from Melaka to Port Dickson from 12.00 pm to 10.00 the morning. ii) Climbing 3 mountain tops in 5 days. iii) Went to the ruins of Saint Paul’s Church at midnight. iv) Went to Chinese cemetery at midnight. v) parties from night till next evening. vi)play Counter-Strike. Why do you do all this stupids things???? The answer is simple: the adrenalin was great! How many of you who working out there get to experience such experience? But we did. These experience taught us to be more daring, more brave and most important to be confident. This unwanted experience had taught us to be more careful in decision making thus elevate us to become a better person. Having yourself to attend university is just not about attending the classes and learn what they teach you there. But there’s more than just flipping the books that they have in the library. I am talking about outside the gates of the academic building itself. Even my lecturer with PhD qualification said so. He added that not many of the facts you learn gonna be applied in your work. Only 10% but the other 90% is outside the syllabus of the course you took. So this 90% you yourself have to look after it. And this what makes highly educated people thinks differently from non-educated people. I pretty much think he’s definitely correct. Enough said and I truly agree with him. I saw some people with poor attitude are normally with decent qualification. Agree? I believe majority of the graduates learn not just in the class, but more outside the class themselves. Some would found their love life during the student life, some are not. In my case I couldn’t find mine. Wakaka. Arr ? Whatever! If I couldn’t find one I ask my mama to find for me lah. Easy oni. Somebody told me there are 100 000 girls running loose in KL. So one way or another I will find one. Haha. As I just got a new job, I’m not ‘quite ready’ to settle with such commitment I think it really takes time to find a life partner otherwise you’ll regret. I need to fix my time since working requires a lot of running here all over. Also, I am now financially independent. So it takes time to suit in. For those of you would like to study in MMU, mark my words. In my mechanical class of ‘08 alone there only 5 Malays out of 200 plus graduates. Along the way, some dropped out, changed course, start working, shifted to so-called Universiti ini Tolong Melayu (UiTM) and some missing in action. Thus for Malays who want to study in MMU out there, its gonna be a tremendous challenge. Only the strong will finish the race regardless either you win or not. At that moment you will know what are you made of. Steel or wood? By telling this it is baseless to tell me I’m a racist. Those who know me personally will understand what kind of person I truly am. Anyhow, it’s just a reminder anyway, not an act of racism. Naah, I mix around with Chinese and Indians, they don’t scare me at all. Haha sounds like Russel Peters. I missed the good old days in Melaka and will keep on missing them. The Ikan bakar Umbai, Baba ais kacang, Jonker Walk, Portuguese Settlement, Salmah, Infasha, 663, Subaidah, Jiki, MP, JJ, Eleven, Jetty, Pure, Cube including the names which I am reluctant to mention. Haha. You know, people moved on so am I. Goodbye to student life, welcome working life (but I still woke up late during the weekends…wakaka). Till then, I wish all my MMU friends congratulations! All the best and keep in touch. p.s.:  Sorry for the late but I think this entry title is not related to the topic. Wakaka.