Do you nag?

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…

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.

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…

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.

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.

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. Kui, help me out…please!

we keep it that way until now

Some people just can’t just keep their mouth shut. Regardless of my statement, excerpt from the previous story:

…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. We keep it that way until now…

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…

1, 2 & 3

One
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…

Two
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…

Three
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.

There’s a story…

Ahmad Irsyad bin Abdillah

1 April 2009

I first kiss his head
It is cold and pale…
I touch his tiny fingers
All I got is the same way…
I look hard at his face
Hoping for him to smile
But all I see is just his lips blue and dry…
Dark spots on his chest
Proof of his pain
Spread down to his little legs…

I cry a lot
I just can’t hide
Try to be as calm though I know I can’t

Why baby Irsyad
Why my nephew
Since there’s a lot more baby to choose

But heaven is the promise
For him to be from Almighty
Until reunited with mommy and daddy

…to be continued…

Lu pikir la sendiri...

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.

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.

What annoyed me the most is the two groups nearest to the stage, mixture of boys and girls jumping up and down konon2 memeriahkan lagi concert, the latest feature Astro introduced in this edition which I’ve seen it before, if I am not mistaken, Anugerah Era. 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.

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.

The attitude I observe among the younger generation is becoming bad to worse. Hmmm rasa macam makcik2 pulak entry kali ni. Pakai tudung tapi tak solat, pakai tudung tapi kutuk orang, ngumpat etc baik ke dari yang tak pakai tudung tapi solat, jaga kata2, buat hal sendiri etc?

Quoted from Nabil “Lu pikir la sendiri!”