tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21751817530686142452024-02-20T15:03:14.139+08:00Wawa ShukorWawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-24890479366059368872014-02-06T07:12:00.000+08:002014-02-06T07:12:09.141+08:00Kali terakhir<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Waktu lebih kurang begini 2 tahun lepas, kami berenam menunggu van jenazah untuk membawa Mak ke Tanah Perkuburan Kajang dari Hospital Selayang. M<span style="text-align: center;">ak disahkan meninggal dunia kerana Acute Pulmonary Embolism selepas 10 hari pembedahan. </span><br />
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Lewat malam itu...<br />
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Suapan pada Mak untuk kali terakhir<br />
Mengelap badan Mak kali terakhir<br />
Panggilan telefon Mak kepada Dik As yang terakhir<br />
Senyuman Mak ukir kali terakhir<br />
Renungan Mak kali terakhir<br />
Panas tangan Mak menggenggam buat kali terakhir<br />
Pelukan Mak kali terakhir<br />
Semua masih segar dalam ingatan<br />
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Awal pagi itu...<br />
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Kami sentuh tubuh kaku Mak<br />
Kami belai parut badan Mak tanda melahirkan kami<br />
Kami gosok lembut kulit Mak mempersiapkan Mak mengadap Ilahi<br />
Kami tatap raut wajah Mak lembut<br />
1001 kisah membesarkan kami<br />
Gigihnya Mak dan kami saksi<br />
Kami seka air mata<br />
Kami doa dalam hati agar Mak tenang di sana<br />
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Apa lagi yang kami dapat lakukan selain Al-fatihah dan doa mengiringi hari-hari kami selepas ini...<br />
Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat kepada Allahyarham Hatimah Abd Gani 30 Dec 1954 - 6 Feb 2012.<br />
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Al-fatihah...<br />
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<br />Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-74892798404755537912014-02-04T23:32:00.000+08:002014-02-04T23:33:19.061+08:00'I Love Makeup' Party!Another entry before I doze off.<br />
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As a certified makeup artist, my passion will always evolves around making women look enhanced using simple application of makeup. Not too heavy as less is MORE!<br />
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Come & join my 'I Love Makeup' Party this coming 23rd Feb in Putrajaya for more tips on how to apply your daily 10-minute makeup routine. As I would love to focus & give my utmost attention to participant along with the DIY concept, the party is limited to only few pax...and the best of all, it's FREE. <br />
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Let's start with something short & simple. I was in Langkawi for Mary Kay Leadership Conference 2014 in The Andaman, Langkawi. My second time and Feb marks my second anniversary as a Sales Director. <br />
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More to write and shall be talking about it soon :)Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-74756219769334610402010-05-02T10:58:00.007+08:002010-05-02T11:16:10.871+08:00a bit here and there<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The long medical leave will be ended soon. So much to tell yet so little time to write.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Story 1</span></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Jimi’s dad was diagnosed with damaged kidney last 2 weeks. Due to that he has to be on permanent dialysis for the rest of his life. I am a huge fan of statistic, data & fact, and pardon me when I say I am skeptical when it comes to alternative medication to cure the damaged kidney especially when someone told me that it can be cured by simply transferring the ‘disease’ to any other living creature i.e. a goat. Isn't that goat a living creature that we are summon not to abuse by God?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">If we are talking about something that even medical personnel couldn’t explain, I seriously believe that we have to seek for alternative, but this…hmmmm I think I rest my case pending the other party proves me otherwise.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Story 2</span></span></b></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I went to Plaza Low Yat to pick up my faulty SD card. It was left there since the last 2 weeks because of somebody in that shop told me it could only be repaired by one of the shops upstairs which had been closed by the time we reached there.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I didn’t come 3 days after as promised; instead I gave them some time and came only last Friday. Two sales boys tried to explain on why it was not ready - it was returned back, had to send it back to HQ bla bla and bla.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">For me, the explanation couldn’t be accepted since I had given them ample time to get it done. They sit on it doing nothing and that made me upset. I fought for my right demanding for a new SD card as replacement without realizing that their manager was silently listened to every single word I said. The sales boy kept on forcing me to wait for it to be repaired until the conversation was cut off by the manager saying that I was right.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There my new SD card for replacement but I had forgotten to ask for the same brand, only realized it later and wanted to turn back but was stopped by Jimi. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">His choice of words - “Don’t be greedy, you’ve got what you came for. This worth RM138 and you couldn’t ask for more! It’s probably more expensive than the earlier card.” </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Me, wanted to say “that’s my right” kept my mouth shut and followed him to the car…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Story 3</span></span></b></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Some people are being so childish. I didn’t say that I am all good when it comes to work. But in managing project, there always some fighting going on to get things right, some dissatisfaction on the decision made, some query to be explained, some info to be clarified, all in the name of work and professionalism, and most of us never take it personally.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">But some people take it very hard, taking ‘question asked’ as ‘condemning their decision’, taking ‘info to be clarified’ as ‘back stabbing’ and so forth.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">We are not young anymore to be like kids, if I was wrong I would apologise, but refuse to if otherwise…</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Story 4</span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></b></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My online shopping obsession continues, now it’s for tudung. I bought two online and another one is thru Ida Se. Can’t wait to try it on as it’s going to be a new image of me wearing the so-called famous Ariani style.</span></span></span></b></i></p>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-90695359295148455462010-04-02T16:43:00.004+08:002010-04-02T16:52:14.046+08:00Headband oh headband<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lately, I have this new obsession. The fact that I cannot be anywhere else for these few weeks has somehow increased my eagerness to do something different from things I used to do…I am crazy about buying things online…I have bought this for a start...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoftVBrBDN2Ik1602ciu8oK-2P7pLNOCvqg1eZiwVHkKD2q8jHEvbudZe05-tntlT71OtgbSM3B8vqY9dcKUZ_E-tt_mMIm0Bai-iAVtriDrY8Qvv0HtO4ncVZOLOq4-m3zOIYhNmLK9o/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoftVBrBDN2Ik1602ciu8oK-2P7pLNOCvqg1eZiwVHkKD2q8jHEvbudZe05-tntlT71OtgbSM3B8vqY9dcKUZ_E-tt_mMIm0Bai-iAVtriDrY8Qvv0HtO4ncVZOLOq4-m3zOIYhNmLK9o/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455458549542511154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...and this cute Adeena is wearing it...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Where to buy? Check it <a href="http://bribbonsbow.blogspot.com/">here</a>. I saw Sarah (of Milin's) wearing it<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: black; "> so I couldn't help myself to get it for Adeena and Zaheen.</span></span></span></span></div>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-63180670925286412202010-03-31T19:20:00.011+08:002010-03-31T20:04:45.314+08:00All the time in the world<div style="text-align: justify;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5C177195%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:applybreakingrules/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">At this age of 30s, seeing other friends with their kids, facing series of nights with no good sleeps but later enjoy witnessing the kids growing up, and so much worth to see so many cute things happen in their daily life, no word to describe how I feel about not having the opportunity to experience it myself. The excitement to see their first step, their first word and so many first thing in life, I guess the luck is not at my side…yet.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
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<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Not satisfied with the treatment given by An-Nur, I had shopping around for one gynecologist that can advise me on any fertility treatment needed to help me conceive. Idase’s suggestion to see this specialist, Dr. Marshita ended my assumption on what actually the root cause of my problem…I’ve been diagnosed with endometriosis.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">What is endometriosis? You can check it online but basically in my own layman’s terms, because of my uterus position which actually a bit lower that must be pushed a bit up to make sure that the monthly menstrual blood is flown out normally. Due to that, egg would stick to remaining blood and indirectly reduces any chance for pregnancy. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dr. Marshita and her doa each time she does something really impress me, alhamdulillah all smooth for me. Laporotomy two weeks after that and a long medical leave for the next 6 weeks and I have a long ‘TO DO LIST’.</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">I’ll share more stories since I have all the time in the world…soon…</span></p> Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-25500017589433401282010-03-28T18:35:00.004+08:002010-03-28T18:51:13.419+08:00MY ‘HELLO STEVIE’...Dec 2009<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwW0iC5G5tjve-FdZTkzNAQinkwFj057X0L9FxrQ9eQo0D2Rw6T5aCrIRPABhptjqttENID3Qzhj7hajuta117R2gg3DBB_pqvKX4bAiU-YjQ5PbyetFslaLxCSOX1rIdw0l8AzbS4Fs/s1600/DSC_9250.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwwW0iC5G5tjve-FdZTkzNAQinkwFj057X0L9FxrQ9eQo0D2Rw6T5aCrIRPABhptjqttENID3Qzhj7hajuta117R2gg3DBB_pqvKX4bAiU-YjQ5PbyetFslaLxCSOX1rIdw0l8AzbS4Fs/s320/DSC_9250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453634052360783074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">i luv this moment</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOghwWqDWFatjsv1pN01cAxFK8radh24XaR0NP4Tfu34wf_3HxY-OpANKZGNLbgTiLD3oU_Ug_IM95EO6_1Lb6O1aNTKhde6Ixsv88OJICnksAxqFFn3jUksHvacH7YN8NqWkVTCQPYc/s1600/DSC_9003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOghwWqDWFatjsv1pN01cAxFK8radh24XaR0NP4Tfu34wf_3HxY-OpANKZGNLbgTiLD3oU_Ug_IM95EO6_1Lb6O1aNTKhde6Ixsv88OJICnksAxqFFn3jUksHvacH7YN8NqWkVTCQPYc/s320/DSC_9003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453634043000401698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">after the concert</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGyou2SVAY02SGpprMRj69TVxaZdjdKRTgY8imlZwRHmxt14N02mcdwLhLEE-MGom50FtUQnnUnmYdR2FQCfTkpcbGwcwl3_4jlQm5cimQUWOMNgrq722GwnHuL0hyphenhyphenzG9sWlmc_Pg9ek/s1600/Instrument+all.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGyou2SVAY02SGpprMRj69TVxaZdjdKRTgY8imlZwRHmxt14N02mcdwLhLEE-MGom50FtUQnnUnmYdR2FQCfTkpcbGwcwl3_4jlQm5cimQUWOMNgrq722GwnHuL0hyphenhyphenzG9sWlmc_Pg9ek/s320/Instrument+all.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453634030195393842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>It was few months before, when Fatin just came back from Germany…the idea to gather alumni for the Year-End Concert. Back then, it was so exciting knowing that all of us gonna make a comeback after about close to 10 years!<br /><br />But as the time drew closer, the excitement faded away as I knew nothing, I’d totally forgotten how to read my score, the fingering and everything! I even had no flute…I was panic…<br /><br />Adding up to the fear, Laili who reach the alma mater much earlier called and became the bearer of the news that Jeep was really demanding as always but was not quite like Jeep that we used to know. Things seem to be toppling down on me!<br /><br />The moment I reach Dewan Budaya, the feeling however changed. I wanted to be on stage and was far stronger than ever. The fear was nowhere clinging on me as I was willing to do everything, just to be on stage, visualizing the moment of the biggest applause, the sound of fan screaming ‘ENCORE’ wanting more…the proud feeling of a performer and the sense of satisfaction, it’s ecstasy. <br /><br />This was my place, this where I learned the bonding & friendship all the way thru. Some kind of feeling I never had experienced in my entire life. The sense of belonging…I got it all.<br /><br />We used to say this and very popular among us; “Jeep treated us like Jazz Band was our major, our major came minor and minor indirectly pushed to be the co-curriculum.” We laughed all the time about it and the commitment put on, I’d reckon was far more that the effort we had for our major. <br /><br />Indeed, I knew, Jeep had 1001 reasons by the fact that we had a reputation to build, to position us to be the best, to be recognized, to be far better than a group of students who had chosen Jazz Band as their co-curriculum just to fulfill the requirement to get hold of THAT certificate.<br /><br />I forced Jimi to accompany me, wanting him to know things I felt very proud of doing it and the moment we arrived, we walked straight to the hall…<br />The atmosphere was the same as I could remember, some were on stage busy with the props etc, some just outside to master the ‘spaghetti’, some were chit chatting, some were laughing out loud of something.<br /><br />The cozy dim light had no influence for me spotting the familiar silhouette of Laili and Emma, both with their instruments, busy practicing. Zira, at first not wanting to perform, was too busy observing the other two. Envy with them for having an extra of 2 days with the score, I quickly made my way to ‘study’. It was Hello Stevie, specially arranged medley by Jeep, which consists of My Lovely Girl, Isn’t She Lovely, Superstitious and to my surprise, Sir Duke-the-killing-song. We were never good at it, never in our lifetime as a Jazzarian…<br /><br />It was butterflies again, in my stomach, and Jeep’s appearance in the big hall that night suddenly made it worst. Worrying didn’t bring me that far, with the same brilliant idea used long time ago, we forced Fatin to help us and extra help came where Woi Leng was destined to help us. A team of six; Akeem the doll on trumpet, Emma on saxophone, Laili on trombone and me, together with Zira that had finally given her accord to be among us on trumpet and the last to arrive Elly on euphonium.<br /><br />With the two-day of intensive sessions, kudos to the two so-called trainers, some convincing sound according to the tempo was produced. Not perfectly but quite there, the ‘spaghetti’ portion was marked to be silently blown; we were ready to HELLO STEVIE!!!<br /><br />Looking at the amazing audience with Azlan, Azleen and Faridah’s presence, the 2009 Year-End Concert was even more spectacular than ever. All the ‘blood’ and ‘sweat’ were seemed to be paying off!Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-42224553774776902010-01-23T23:33:00.002+08:002010-01-23T23:38:06.243+08:00How long your name is...Do you know that your name length can create lots of problem in any financial institution? <br /><br />Here’s one example:<br /><br />MUHAMMAD NURUL AZAMMI BIN MUHAMMAD NUDRI<br /><br />For the above example, the length is 40 bytes. It means, field to keep this record must be 40 or more. Let say the core banking system used to open up deposit accounts keeps name length up to 40 bytes. For another system, let say Credit Card system for Credit Card creation is capable to keep customer name up to 30 bytes of length, which means, that system is only capable of keeping the following record:<br /><br />MUHAMMAD NURUL AZAMMI BIN MUHA<br /><br />Do you notice that the name is truncated? And there’s possibility of different person sharing the same name. <br /><br />How does the system differentiate whether the Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri is not the same person as Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nordin?<br /><br />Here’s the important of IC or other identification.<br /><br />The first 30 bytes of name out of 40 can only provide 80% of accuracy. The name and IC must be the exact match to identify that the Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri really is Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri and gives the 100% of accuracy that eliminates possibility of tagging CIS to a wrong person. <br /><br />How do you feel so far? Confused? Can read more? Is this too informative?<br /><br />What if, prior to opening his first Savings account with the bank, Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri does not input his name as per IC, instead, he provides, Muhammad Nurul Azammi b Muhammad Nudri? <br /><br />And what if, prior to applying Credit Card, since the length for him to input his name is 30 bytes, he provides his name as Mohd Nurul Azammi Mohd Nudri?<br /><br />The system is programmed to find the exact match which means for Muhammad Nurul Azammi’s next visit to branch to apply for Credit Card or any other product; he will definitely be given a new set of CIS record.<br /><br />So what’s the implication? <br /><br />The implication is a nightmare to the bank. Muhammad Nurul Azammi bin Muhammad Nudri calls Call Centre and complaints that he’s not able to see his Credit Card info at Internet Banking. <br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Because for Muhammad Nurul Azammi, there’s two CIS exist in the bank. Two CIS records denote 2 different persons for the system. The system is restricted to allow another customer to view another customer’s record to be in compliance with the Central Bank. <br /><br />So moral of this long story:<br /><br />There’s a reason why all application forms have asked you to input your name according to your IC number.<br /><br />It must also be a good reason for the bank to inquire both your old and new IC number as well as other identifications.<br /><br />Last but not least, keep your kids’ name short, simple and easy to spell. Teller at branch is indeed has the tendency to make mistake while typing info in the system that has indirectly resulted in the duplicate creation and data quality issue. <br /><br />Those already with long names and unique spelling, be extra careful in filling up your forms…Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-8809961007225955632009-12-23T17:01:00.000+08:002009-12-23T17:02:37.958+08:00susah? salah?Susah ke telefon mak tanya khabar<br />Susah ke nak telefon mak pagi raya pohon maaf<br />Susah ke jenguk mak di kampung sekali sekala <br />Susah ke teman mak pergi pasar bila balik kampung<br />Susah ke teman mak borak bila ada masa<br />Susah ke bagi mak seringgit dua tiap2 bulan untuk duit jajan dia<br />Susah ke adakan masa untuk mak masa mak masih ada<br /><br />Susah ke?<br /><br />Salah ke mak beli cincin sedangkan dulu emas tak pernah lama lekat kat badan mak sebab selalu di kedai pajak gadai<br />Salah ke mak beli baju sedangkan dulu mak tak pernah mengeluh tak cukup duit untuk baju sendiri<br />Salah ke mak mak kumpul duit tiap2 bulan utk beli apa yang dia ingin sedangkan dulu semua duit hanya untuk anak<br />Salah ke mak mintak sedikit kasih sayang pada anak yang paling dia sayang<br /><br />Salah ke?Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-23392995519279170422009-12-04T15:33:00.001+08:002009-12-04T15:35:16.307+08:00some respectEven though you have a Master Degree in IT, it doesn’t permit you to know every single error happened in our system! It doesn’t give you any right to charge the programmers that they are damn stupid for putting such error code to be displayed to customer! <br /><br />All these are teething problems which always happen even if the testing was done thoroughly and compliance with the statutory body. Even the yellow giant got hit with huge problem and had resulted in the rolling back to old platform some times back.<br /><br />I am neither giving any excuse nor providing any justification but please, for any complaint next time, please do it with more respect. As much as we want to improve our system, we are bound to be some kind of human who have some feelings and need some respect!Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-10440662907745475752009-12-04T14:48:00.002+08:002009-12-04T15:02:17.415+08:00breakfastSoft sound of someone humming happily can be heard the moment I walk out from the car. Windows are wide opened and so does the kitchen door.<br /><br />I walk thru the unlocked grill of the main door just to find Jimi is washing the dishes and breakfast is ready on the table. My tiredness due to the implementation last night seems to collide when I see his smile welcoming me home. It is just a small help but this means the world to me!Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-81159744626499859082009-11-14T08:36:00.007+08:002009-12-04T14:48:24.571+08:00The new enhanced Website & Internet Banking<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It’s foggy out there, the sound of aircond dominates SRC Room at Bangi. Sleepy and extremely tired as any worker would be for working since yesterday’s morning, I am now praying hard and hoping for the slight website problem to be fixed as soon as possible.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">This is the third implementation and the final cut to migrate all Internet Banking customers to the new enhanced system. How I wish I could be laying on my bed dreaming for another shopping spree at </span></span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Bandung</span></span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">! *sigh*</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">All the sweat and blood seem to be paying off!</span></span></span></p>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-58443849786313398752009-11-08T09:37:00.003+08:002009-11-08T09:40:12.016+08:00Piala Malaysia 2009<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>“Despite having 30 minutes of play left, the Kelantan fans started heading for the exits. They also made their displeasure known by letting off firecrackers, throwing litter onto the track, tearing down their banners and setting fire to the plastic seats in the stadium.</i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>” <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">The Star Sunday, 8 Nov 2009</span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; ">I am not a fan but this always happen if Kelantan were in the picture…hmmmm.</span></span></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p></o:p></p>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-47024868416899544542009-10-11T02:11:00.004+08:002009-10-11T02:32:03.461+08:00Another night at SRC<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now a clock at SRC Room, IT Centre Bangi shows 2.12 a.m. on 11 Oct 2009, and I am waiting impatiently for a green light from PM for Internet Banking verification on production environment before another implementation attempt since yesterday’s was failed due to some stupid technical errors. </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-44208554645344428192009-08-16T19:07:00.000+08:002009-08-16T19:10:09.641+08:00Akmal vs. Izzul<div align="justify">There was a kenduri yesterday before Ramadhan mak organized for our late grandparents and Irsyad.<br /><br />Unexpected scene of Izzul’s capability to ‘make friends’ and Akmal’s reaction towards his approach. I didn’t have the opportunity to capture the moment as the camera was with no SD Card and my inability to notice that the card was removed earlier by Encik Azammi <sigh><br /><br />Izzul now can crawl; he manages to move his body up ahead. Akmal can now talk, his vocabulary getting more and more by each day passes. <br /><br />Izzul crawled towards Akmal, tried to play together with two plastic lids (look at how creative boys can be), Akmal sensed danger, slammed one of the lids to Izzul’s face. Immediately, the smaller cutie-pie turned a dangerous monster by pulling Akmal’s shorts and bite him until his mama separated both. Akmal cried for the pain and kept on screaming ‘Ayut ayut’ (read as ‘Takut, takut’), Izzul cried for the revenge yet to be pleased. We laughed like mad, knowing that Akmal, used to be known as our version of Sarip-Dol-Gangster-Kg-Dusun lost the title to his dear cousin…</div>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-92055347863230776022009-07-14T21:49:00.008+08:002009-07-15T09:33:52.043+08:00Do you nag?<div align="justify">Most of the work that needs my utmost attention basically has reduced a bit. More to come but at least today I managed to finally jot something down…<br /><br />Nothing much to update and as to that I'll definitely make you reader falls asleep with me-whining-over-my-never-ending-story about my work. Ohhh it does make my staff feel stressed as a matter of fact. How they hope that some day I got hit by amnesia and not to persistently follow up (push) on things (I keep on putting) on their plate. How they wish that I would not be in the office just to raise my voice (another way to say yell) when didn’t get what I expected right after a series of stressful meetings which always hold up my neck on numbers and timeline.<br /><br />I feel really bad when I do that. I really am. I know my boss fells the same each time she does that to me. And she normally apologizes…<br /><br />So out and loud, I extend this apology to all my team members, as I know in some instances the task given haunted them as much.<br /><br />Having said all these, I am not giving any of my ‘nagging’ energy a rest until they have a good grip on what they do now. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Oh! (a bit sidetracked) I have no idea why the layout of this blog suddenly looks very different. Tried very hard to change it, the drag and drop feature decided not to function. <a href="http://www.kuizikel.com/">Kui</a>, help me out…please!</div>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-60002364703551681002009-06-08T23:56:00.003+08:002009-06-09T00:16:49.929+08:00we keep it that way until now<div align="justify">Some people just can’t just keep their mouth shut. Regardless of my statement, excerpt from the previous story:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">…We made a quick decision that night not to consult any of Jimi’s family members nor aunt as we afraid for things getting worse. <strong>We keep it that way until now</strong>…<br /></span><br />It is in plain English that should be read as: DO NOT TELL FAMILY. If so happen that you are one of those, do not tell parents or other relatives. Hmmm penatlah…tetiba yg tak penah baca my blog knew how to read one…</div>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-42310055155745349592009-05-26T21:54:00.002+08:002009-06-01T19:58:04.804+08:001, 2 & 3<div align="justify">One<br />Long-awaited moment in my life, finally on 10 April 2009 we officially moved to Putrajaya. My toll and mileage to work had been cut down by RM2 and about 20km per day…<br /><br />Two<br />The first kenduri held here in Putrajaya was for Irsyad. Attended by close friends and relatives from Jimi & Su’s apart from mine, we didn’t expect the high turnout since Jimi told me that most of jemaah masjid were out of town because of the long weekend. But alhamdulillah every single guest had the opportunity to taste my mum’s special beriyani kambing…<br /><br />Three<br />I learned it hard way. I swear from now on there’ll be no ‘Tolong Melayu’ or ‘Tolong sedara mara’ ever in my life. I don’t care if this made me less Malay or what-so-ever…I had enough.<br /><br />There’s a story…</div>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-69410408161437751832009-04-03T17:25:00.003+08:002009-04-03T23:18:38.843+08:00Ahmad Irsyad bin Abdillah<span style="font-size:78%;">1 April 2009</span><br /><br />I first kiss his head<br />It is cold and pale…<br />I touch his tiny fingers<br />All I got is the same way…<br />I look hard at his face<br />Hoping for him to smile<br />But all I see is just his lips blue and dry…<br />Dark spots on his chest<br />Proof of his pain<br />Spread down to his little legs…<br /><br />I cry a lot<br />I just can’t hide<br />Try to be as calm though I know I can’t<br /><br />Why baby Irsyad<br />Why my nephew<br />Since there’s a lot more baby to choose<br /><br />But heaven is the promise<br />For him to be from Almighty<br />Until reunited with mommy and daddy<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">…to be continued…</span>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-84461955252302078032009-03-21T22:54:00.003+08:002009-06-01T19:58:39.347+08:00Lu pikir la sendiri...<div align="justify">I am watching 2nd concert of Akademi Fantasia 7th Edition right now. The so-called most popular Reality TV in Malaysia that captures a lot of attentions and followers. Millions are obsess and for some just to fulfill their Saturday night with some light entertainment. Me, fall under the 2nd category.<br /><br />I did not watch the first concert. But I heard their voices are not that bad though. Of course they have to find their own strength and charm in order to position themselves in the industry.<br /><br />What annoyed me the most is the two groups nearest to the stage, mixture of boys and girls jumping up and down <em>konon2 memeriahkan lagi concert</em>, the latest feature Astro introduced in this edition which I’ve seen it before, if I am not mistaken, <em>Anugerah Era</em>. I don’t know what they call it…but the girls, a lot with veil don’t even know how to give at least some respect to the veil. I am so offended. I bet most of unveiled women respect the piece of scarf more and think it thru million times before even commit themselves to it. It’s a huge responsibility…and every single act has to portray what the true Islam is.<br /><br />I am not saying that I have dressed up the way Islam wants me to be. I know I’m not. Have to improve a lot…bit by bit, that I promise.<br /><br />The attitude I observe among the younger generation is becoming bad to worse. Hmmm <em>rasa macam makcik2 pulak entry kali ni. Pakai tudung tapi tak solat, pakai tudung tapi kutuk orang, ngumpat </em>etc<em> baik ke dari yang tak pakai tudung tapi solat, jaga kata2, buat hal sendiri </em>etc?<br /><br />Quoted from Nabil “<em>Lu pikir la sendiri</em>!”</div>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-85650257784021459242009-03-20T09:43:00.003+08:002009-03-20T09:47:42.894+08:00StuckOffice hour starts at 8.45 a.m., I got meeting at 9.00 a.m. at IT Centre and now the clock on the wall shows 9.25 a.m. What the hell am I doing at home? Still at home!! <em>(sila baca dengan keadaan marah). </em><br /><br />Jimi off to Glenmarie for his so-called ‘meeting on the green’ very early morning brings along our house key. My dear Dik Nur locks the front grill without even a courtesy to ask whether I have got the key with me or not. Aiyooo! Now I am locked in my own house waiting for rescue.<br /><br />What makes me angry right now is not because of the ‘stuck-in-the-house’ drama, but I really am pissed off because Jimi did not pick up his phone when I needed him the most when he’s on the green. Believe it or not!Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-71125290985110300302009-03-16T20:31:00.009+08:002009-03-16T22:23:52.300+08:00two weeks of medical leave finally comes to the end...Time flies in a blink of an eye…tomorrow I have no more excuse not to be in the office. Come to think about it, not that bad as a housewife these 2 weeks, <em>ehem</em> to be precise it’s only a week after a whole of the other one week in Batu Pahat. I have no doubt, but if more, I die hehehe. Can’t imagine if one day I really change my profession. Think about this - most of our mothers as housewife, <em>berperang ngan anak2 & keja2 rumah. Kagum kagum</em>…<br /><br />My follow up visit to An-Nur today incites dissatisfaction over the service. Waited long enough since 2.00 p.m., the counter only reopened at 3.00 p.m. and it took a good 2 hours before one of the assistants called my name. Without any interest shown to the explanation by doc, finally I burst out my angriness, confided every single thing that I had in mind. The doc maintained her professional attitude lent an ear to listen to everything I said. Hmmmm <em>bagus betul doc ni</em>, she really understand the reality of service-oriented business.<br /><br />OK, let alone my dissatisfaction, below features few of the activities and some places I went…<em>sila abaikan juga saya yg masih berpantang ni ye</em>…<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuguFoHK1wbQEJk_zWszLTSMEWa-qf8aq7od2qt_1fFoE8jc4jVROBzDOCebvofBQ-XdaDo8v1zUWQBXrFwjXDHDPbQ0Db2e8jBLN4X0T1SlcXLclRciCh3mI3bcoQwfwNEJsJawRLWHM/s1600-h/DSC_0149.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuguFoHK1wbQEJk_zWszLTSMEWa-qf8aq7od2qt_1fFoE8jc4jVROBzDOCebvofBQ-XdaDo8v1zUWQBXrFwjXDHDPbQ0Db2e8jBLN4X0T1SlcXLclRciCh3mI3bcoQwfwNEJsJawRLWHM/s1600-h/DSC_0149.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313784456275556434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuguFoHK1wbQEJk_zWszLTSMEWa-qf8aq7od2qt_1fFoE8jc4jVROBzDOCebvofBQ-XdaDo8v1zUWQBXrFwjXDHDPbQ0Db2e8jBLN4X0T1SlcXLclRciCh3mI3bcoQwfwNEJsJawRLWHM/s320/DSC_0149.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGBtkWASmbUPN6ihpfIgdXj5puwuPEpYTYTOiKsBglH2z83tQGImv3cnYgt8fSbWZng8tBYXk2Bcny7VvzxvaB9UXTm5IP31sx9YRFkVg__ZQt0ScgLeUoY2pZB6qnGS_Yp9-PfSfQSc/s1600-h/DSC_0128.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313784452582839026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGBtkWASmbUPN6ihpfIgdXj5puwuPEpYTYTOiKsBglH2z83tQGImv3cnYgt8fSbWZng8tBYXk2Bcny7VvzxvaB9UXTm5IP31sx9YRFkVg__ZQt0ScgLeUoY2pZB6qnGS_Yp9-PfSfQSc/s320/DSC_0128.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> the latest of us at Bukit Melawati last Sunday</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjrb-RvpsvsbVOhRoX3epAfWVBvfJ1isHuMTFcNeLyDN5RZgK0nZgzW7XzEgRyQkIQtDEIWssmPaexH2DGdQs5AOOgfiwPRt_0GUcUNuhYStgIyy_cSb0aAnedGwtaTGsO2Jaw6K-gxk/s1600-h/DSC_0018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313783293138866962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjrb-RvpsvsbVOhRoX3epAfWVBvfJ1isHuMTFcNeLyDN5RZgK0nZgzW7XzEgRyQkIQtDEIWssmPaexH2DGdQs5AOOgfiwPRt_0GUcUNuhYStgIyy_cSb0aAnedGwtaTGsO2Jaw6K-gxk/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> he wants the ball all by himself...<em>tamak tul si kecik nih</em></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qDAIpR1nodJ4IBTleQfikimlQ_LXUJfmSOpvrXq44mHhtziFO-5NKVAkYeBW9rmEWQfZAQA2vWb7QmeASwf-fmFJclYy2YcxM1OaEHZYEKXx-p3QYzqr_G_9BLBHJUEnBgdml-aMPhE/s1600-h/DSC_0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313783281901173746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qDAIpR1nodJ4IBTleQfikimlQ_LXUJfmSOpvrXq44mHhtziFO-5NKVAkYeBW9rmEWQfZAQA2vWb7QmeASwf-fmFJclYy2YcxM1OaEHZYEKXx-p3QYzqr_G_9BLBHJUEnBgdml-aMPhE/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> amirul <em>tah mana tah</em>...just aiman & akmal</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJi8hR73b1YNALaLuEjR602_NWvhmSn-bQZlQUjoOXA5uacoBfwg7oAHkGwn-lVvxGkvoq7AekRPuErmMbYonABzWXLSJaqyFhRiHkOgHfCmcASh5Ar9P-g5lnGtf824Bf9DZluhSo40c/s1600-h/DSC_1182.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313781907514147490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJi8hR73b1YNALaLuEjR602_NWvhmSn-bQZlQUjoOXA5uacoBfwg7oAHkGwn-lVvxGkvoq7AekRPuErmMbYonABzWXLSJaqyFhRiHkOgHfCmcASh5Ar9P-g5lnGtf824Bf9DZluhSo40c/s320/DSC_1182.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx-MzCG7jPqGD1BqcUNXP8xjKdYzlVkiB48Mj-SCpmOu8Wr09R_O9lW5xcIgBb9yeyF6FrOBhyDP4I0-Aj6pqxwrdP6t7T_HGN1tQJ_rRtv958TCB4hM3sGDa81JCq9L4D5as-S_6vJY/s1600-h/DSC_1176.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313781892062863938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx-MzCG7jPqGD1BqcUNXP8xjKdYzlVkiB48Mj-SCpmOu8Wr09R_O9lW5xcIgBb9yeyF6FrOBhyDP4I0-Aj6pqxwrdP6t7T_HGN1tQJ_rRtv958TCB4hM3sGDa81JCq9L4D5as-S_6vJY/s320/DSC_1176.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> sunset <em>di minyak beku, kagum ngan kg halaman sendiri</em> heheh</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vPYDZJYDl1lx-O_iH9__9m9PIzVp7R_n-vzpTYw_ixvScP-8Se3wLUAJuVGYJoH43l888qgsZjoLBIxPmE3qrnnHiRKwndbVchgenPx5DuWJxzAS5Yzy4P9pVph_gneHFF5fH5Fj9Qk/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313775388584217794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2vPYDZJYDl1lx-O_iH9__9m9PIzVp7R_n-vzpTYw_ixvScP-8Se3wLUAJuVGYJoH43l888qgsZjoLBIxPmE3qrnnHiRKwndbVchgenPx5DuWJxzAS5Yzy4P9pVph_gneHFF5fH5Fj9Qk/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJf20J8X-VOLv5gMDjImgBjt90jPwbELCVFuXKRo2tCl1sUb2DEMwtJT2373Y75rA8GCMBm4xy9x6FJ-0XJJ6eJ8L9ohUnsJrxou6EfxGJfSGF1IZUcbhDP6_esTmGycPw4wvzw3ChUjA/s1600-h/DSC_0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313775373933213074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJf20J8X-VOLv5gMDjImgBjt90jPwbELCVFuXKRo2tCl1sUb2DEMwtJT2373Y75rA8GCMBm4xy9x6FJ-0XJJ6eJ8L9ohUnsJrxou6EfxGJfSGF1IZUcbhDP6_esTmGycPw4wvzw3ChUjA/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> a visit to adam haris' crib</span> </div><div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujDzmN0BmqLHnvvXGfIFfu8Pfs8nA0VRaP1m_VciNVf_ZtCfJ4BgqQJ8m3L0vSRGgEPb_VbFsq5Sa1M8x-aqp671C8uEr3pv30qu8uxg0bnGYsP5zHsrjsQLDEllb2FyE-64aaDBXJnY/s1600-h/Hantaranfinal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313772113799195330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjujDzmN0BmqLHnvvXGfIFfu8Pfs8nA0VRaP1m_VciNVf_ZtCfJ4BgqQJ8m3L0vSRGgEPb_VbFsq5Sa1M8x-aqp671C8uEr3pv30qu8uxg0bnGYsP5zHsrjsQLDEllb2FyE-64aaDBXJnY/s320/Hantaranfinal.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em> sempat buat hantaran utk adik aida</em></span></div><br /><div align="left">p/s: notice the new banner? Kudos to <a href="http://www.kuizikel.com/">Kui</a>...interested? Let me know *wink*</div></div></div>Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-87830005010727073862009-03-13T09:23:00.002+08:002009-03-13T09:52:02.606+08:00Kui’s latest obsessionI always wanted something fun yet elegant for my blog. More organized, more exciting and portrays who Wawa Shukor is. Am blessed coz my dream can come true with Kui’s latest obsession…Hehehe so, Kui, don’t you think that the requirement is quite simple to be fulfilled?<br /><br />Let me work on this with her which later can be added to her portfolio. Latest I checked, she is on it without even telling me…very proactive. The result is yet to be spilt very soon…Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-90869252198932657582009-03-08T19:51:00.002+08:002009-03-08T19:59:21.410+08:00D’Bank, Jaya Jusco & An-Nur<strong><em>D’Bank, Wed 25 Feb 2009: 10.10 a.m. </em></strong><br /><br />Mem-the-boss called me to cafeteria, revealing her plan to take out some of many tasks from my portfolio.<br /><br />Mixed feelings…<br /><br />Apart of me was relief considering few conditions, been tied up with the new system that requires most of my time and attention, not being able to complete business plan for the team that was supposed to be done much more earlier simply for two reasons: no time and no extra help, completely ignoring most of other things just to strictly adhere to the timeline given for the project.<br /><br />Another part of me, I’d say unhappy. By taking some of the tasks from me reflecting that me not capable to do everything that was tasked to me. I know I put lots of pressure to myself. I put higher benchmark for myself to reach, which I totally forgotten about the limit one has.<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Jaya Jusco Midvalley, Wed 25 Feb 2009: 8.30 p.m.<br /></em></strong><br />People swarming JJ like no tomorrow, I never been in such crowd. If not for Jimi’s driver that he aimed to buy during JJ members' day, I’d rather be at home thinking thru of what I heard in the morning.<br /><br />While Jimi and his eagerness for cheap driver exploring JJ’s sport section, me absent mindedly text mem about my feeling. She on a speed of Daphne (please refer to Hero season 3 ya heheh) responded to my SMS, rendering some motivation and advice, relaying her guilty feeling for putting the pressure on me without any help, guilty to the baby too, she said she wanted to fix it. Kept on giving some assurance that ‘capable’ was not the reason, rather, a good team to back me up and soar.<br /><br />Hmmm I took it positively…so some remedy for that day. I spent ‘some’ money hehehe!!! Blame it on Jimi for dragging me there…<em>tak abis2 nak salahkan Jimi jugak</em> hehehe :D<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>An-Nur Hospital, Monday 2 March 2009: 10.30 a.m.</em></strong><br /><br />Emergency D&C, that’s what doc told me that for any sign of bleeding before my scheduled D&C on Tuesday. Baby had been there long enough after the first discovery of the heartbeat.<br /><br />Any allergic? Nurse asked. I said no, but Jimi smiled sarcastically. ‘<em>Bukan u allergic kat DAT ke?</em>’ he said immediately after the nurse left the room. Ceh!<br /><br />At the age of 9 weeks, baby was removed completely from my womb, leaving a great pain, twice of what I suffer every month.<br /><br />Dare to ask my feeling? Hmmm I didn’t feel anything. Yeah, I cried the first time doc told about the heartbeat, but not the second and third. Probably me and Jimi keep on assuring ourselves that we can make more great babies after this. Wah! Very optimistic hehehe.<br /><br />I think I am :)Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2175181753068614245.post-7596304653293598192009-02-15T14:24:00.004+08:002009-02-15T14:50:52.797+08:00Thank You!I never imagine that the word thank you could be the hardest word to say, especially among siblings. I don’t say it should be said every time but it should be at appropriate time and situation to express those word.<br /><br />I should put some disclaimer here, that whatever I say or rather write can possibly offend some of the reader but hey, I am too tired to keep this to myself. After all, the family institution is where one can learn how to respect others in preparation for their own family in future.<br /><br />All parents expect the best for their children and I do not want my kids to see their uncle/aunt to behave in inappropriate manner and indirectly give an impression that it is OK to do so to others especially the elder folks.<br /><br />I am not teaching <em>Pendidikan Moral</em> here, but here’s some story. <em>Yang baik dijadikan tauladan, yang buruk dijadikan sempadan…</em><br /><br />Story 1<br />Your brother is asking what documents he as a guarantor should provide to complete the set of documents as a preparation before off to oversea.<br />You as a brother answer the question with an annoyed voice (<em>macam nak x nak</em>) and as though the question has been asked 3 times before without lifting your face to at least show some respect to your elder brother that has already agreed to be your guarantor!<br /><br />Story 2<br />Your parents invite you to join the rest of the family members for lunch.<br />You again in a very annoyed voice and reaction yell at you mum that you don’t want to eat! Please take note that grandma is around…<br /><br />Story 3<br />You’ve got an offer to further your study, you definitely need to buy something in preparation for that. Your brother has agreed to put on some budget and bring you to mall and buy those things for you. Mission accomplished…time to send you back…no thank you, no smile and not even a single salam to at least show some gratitude to your brother to appreciate what he does…<br /><br />I promise, the next time this kind of situation happen again in front of me, I’ll say it out and loud that it is not acceptable…too long to observe this kind of action…time to teach someone a lesson…<br /><br />Do you agree with me, or I just need to keep my mouth shut?<br /><br />Oh! On a separate note… to all my dear friends for the <em>doa</em> and encouragement to help me face all the possibility…a very sincere THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!Wawa Shukorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07336386876643879112noreply@blogger.com5