Friday, September 18, 2009

So long Ogy!

“A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tested in three occasions: in time of need, behind your back and after your death” - Ali ibn Abi Talib r.a

Yesterday was the 6th time I went to the airport. I feel it's like my second home. lol. I feel like I know every corner of it, where to park and the least thing to mention is the toilet.

Firstly was Zikri, then Asif, followed by Sofiya, Aidil Radzi and Adlan Wafi. So yesterday was Ahmad Fahim aka Ogy's turn. Almost half of the UiTM Faculty Of Accountancy students were there and I was lucky to be among them because some of Ogy's friends are my friends too and it is a small world anyway. Balik-balik pon jumpa orang sama gak.

Anyway, he's going to University of Hertfordshire.

Ogy, he was my president in class 417/517 at mrsm, my partition mate in form 5, my lepak friend since then. 5 years of friendship, and we can feel the bond. chewahhh.

So, anyway nothing much to say here, just wanna wish you have a safe journey and Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Fitri Maaf Zahir Batin.

Looking forward to see you soon.


Monday, September 7, 2009

There's an alien in my room

Today's the 17th day of Ramadhan. I have been contemplating much of what I'm doing. Everyday is the same routine. Sahur in the morning. Break fast at night and after that terawih at masjid negeri. If break fast (iftar) with friends outside, than I'll definitely miss terawih. If tomorrow there's no class then you can see me online until sahur. Basically the cycle keeps on going which is very unproductive and somehow I feel tired, tired and tired. I lost 4kg so far and by the end of ramadhan I'll be skinny dead. Somehow the weight gain doesn't materialise that much nowadays, you just wanna keep it a balance but somehow there's no positive progression with it.

The last time I went out shopping was with Aiman Bomby the week before. We went to Mid Valley and after that to Pavillion for freaking 10 hours! and I managed only to get 1 freaking item from Zara, a Hulk t shirt that I wanted to buy for MTV worldstage. Aiman bought motherfucker a lot of stuff, I swear if i had a car at that time, I had ran over him haha. And ohhhh I saw Natasha Hudson and she's really beautiful .... woohooooo

But the thing that I want to talk about is I have been hempap for the fourth time since ramadhan today. It makes me wonder if the devils are being locked up now, how on earth is this thing able to penetrate me? or maybe things. These things that we cannot see with our naked eyes but only to those who have a really deep faith in Islam or religious something.

Because my datuk can see these things that I can't. Like at one time, this Jin wanted to kiss my nenek and he wacked it.

So just now after sahur I slept again, and I woke up and was unable to make a single move. I could feel this thing sitting on my stomach and gripping my hand with such a massive force that I couldn't able to fight it. I couldn't open my eyes either. The temperature of the room was normal. And I know I was not dreaming because it happened to me before. To my dad, my mum and my sister.

And the worst part, when I could feel it's breath on my nostril, around my mouth .. and it touched my lips. Ingatkan benda halus ni perempuan ke ape. Scary giler weyh. Masa tu kalau nak lawan memang tak boleh dah no matter how much effort you try. Then I recited ayat Kursi dalam hati because I couldn't open my mouth. First recition nothing happened, and then 2nd time nothing happened also after awhile somehow this thing left from my bed and I was unfrozen. After that teros bangun lah.

Scientifically, it's called sleep paralysis.

Physiologically, sleep paralysis is closely related to the paralysis that occurs as a natural part of REM (rapid eye movement) sleep, which is known as REM atonia. Sleep paralysis occurs when the brain awakes from a REM state, but the body paralysis persists. This leaves the person fully conscious, but unable to move. The paralysis can last from several seconds to several minutes "after which the individual may experience panic symptoms and the realization that the distorted perceptions were false".[5] As the correlation with REM sleep suggests, the paralysis is not entirely complete; use of EOG traces shows that eye movement can be instigated during such episodes.[6] When there is an absence of narcolepsy, sleep paralysis is referred to as isolated sleep paralysis (ISP).[7] "ISP appears to be far more common and recurrent among people of African descent than among whites or Nigerian Africans",[8] and is often referred to within African communities as "the Devil on your back."[9]

This is some excerpt taken from Wikipedia. But honestly, compared to that with this, do you believe dinosaurs really exist? There's a book from Harun Yahya called The Quran Leads the Way To Science that can enlighten this issue.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

A professional mistake

Your alarm rings, signaling another brand new day. You get up, looking forward for another new day of challenge, another new day to learn. After washing up, you put on your office outfit, giving you that professional look, one that you believe many out there envy. Breakfast follows (perhaps), and you head off to your office. You’re one of the earliest to arrive, ahead of all your superior and when they come in later, they greet you and you feel all charged up for another productive day. Plenty to do and learn and hence, you are prepared to stay back late to do all that is necessary...(read more)

If you’re currently doing a degree in finance, accounting or law, the above is probably what you’ve been waiting for all these years. You work your ass off (well… most of you) in university because it’s your dream to join one of those big glamorous firms out there in the market. Lawyers and accountants are the usual suspects for this curse. Once graduated, all of them will run like headless chicken towards those big firms. If you’re an accounting student… you want to be an auditor in one of the Big-4 right?

Well, if you do make it, it’s like a dream come true. In such firms, you get a personal computer, maybe a notebook (wow!). All your stationeries are free, and it’s also the first time you step into a ‘pantry’, where you can make your own coffee, just like those nice offices in TVB series. Next, you get an exclusive e-mail, the domain after your name is not the ordinary or or… No, it’s not, it’s your-name@a-big-and-glamorous-firm. com. You can’t wait to tell that to your friend. Then comes the feeling of giving a business card with your name on it, and it’s not any other business card, it’s one with your name on it, it’s one that signifies you’re an employee with a-big-and-glamorous-firm. And… the word below your name is not a lowly “accounts executive”… the word below your name is exclusive… the word below your name is… “Associate”. And when your friend gives you the “Wow, you’re an associate with this firm?”… you get into instant orgasm.

3 or 6 months into your job, you will then be experiencing the euphoria of saying… I-am-very-busy… I-have-a-lot-work… I-worked-till-very-late-last-night… I-can't-make-it-for-the-gathering-cos-I-have-to-work-this-weekend. Yeah, it’s an euphoria because to you, it’s a privilege to be busy, it’s very cool to work late, you’re very proud to work in during weekends. When you utter such words, a sense of arrogance and pride radiates from you. You feel great because working so hard means you learnt a lot of things, those not in the professional industry somehow looks lowly to you. You feel big, you feel you’re a level smarter than them. Reality will tend to sink in within 2 years or so, though the duration seems to be getting shorter and shorter now with the younger generation.

First, you will probably ask yourself, how come a graduate like you must do all sorts of donkey jobs such as photocopying, checking invoices, going through pile and pile of documents and filing. You will also be wondering how come your superior whom you once looked up to have to suck up to clients. Oh yeah… most all clients are unreasonable.

If you’re an accountant, you will probably realise that there is no such thing called a ‘balance’ sheet. It’s balanced because you did the balancing act so that your big boss can sign on it and certify it as ‘true and fair’. Yeah… signing on accounts, the job that you once dreamed of… isn’t exactly all a bed of roses. You then realise that you will probably never reach that “just-need-to-sign-only stage” but hey… it’s ok, you probably hate that job by now. When you tell your client something, chances are you are just as blur and confuse as them. But you have to act as though you’re an expert because you’re the con-sul-tant. This is just a glimpse of it.

Now, all the late nights and irregular meals will probably caused you to age 8 years in 2 years. Those I-am-very-busy… I-have-a-lot-work…I-worked-till-very-late-last-night… I-can't-make-it-for-the-gathering-cos-I-have-to-work-this-weekend will take its toll on your body and it will show. You will probably look very skinny… or very fat… you will certainly look old and worn out. Working late and spending weekends in the office is no longer a cool thing but absolute stupidity. But hey… you will still have to do it, because there’s still much work to be done.

By now, all your friends who ended up as salesmen or doing other thing except being a professional, those whom you felt superior to are driving anything but a proton. But for you, it’s time to think whether you should buy a proton because your perodua is beginning to give you problem. Of course, if your father is well-connected fella, things can be different. But if you’re not, tough luck. You’ll be wondering how come you’re generally under-paid. Those exposure and learning curve that you once craved are no longer relevant. You want to make more money. But unless you’re a partner of the glamorous firm, money can be a little tough to come by.

At this point of time, probably after 3, 4 or 5 years, you finally realised that document you signed when you first joined the glamorous firm was nothing but lies. Then, you decide to ply your trade in the commercial world, you leave those glamorous firm. You think joining a commercial firm will bring about a good change, not knowing that such move means you switched from being a ‘profit centre’ to a ‘cost centre’. One of the main effect of the switch is that you will be working doubly hard compared to the profit centre, which probably includes a lot of late nights too… but your salary and bonus is much lower compared to profit centre. What does this mean… a story for another time.

One thing for sure… your morning will now be something like…,

Your alarm rings, signalling another day… another weekday. You get up, after snoozing the alarm a million and one times. You hope today is Friday, but it’s not, and you feel like shit. You think of a million and one reasons to take MC, but you realised you have to go to office because you failed to finish the report due today though you stayed till 10pm last night. You tell yourself you need to change job, just like how you have been telling yourself in the last 1 year. Once in office, you’re in a dilemma because you want time to go slower so that you can finish your work but yet, you want time to go faster so that you can leave the office and go for lunch.

During lunch, you will bitch with your colleagues about work and probably the bosses. You will all talk about so many people who seem to be doing so well except for you. You realised you should have done something else while in university. You realised you may have made a mistake in life… a mistake in being a professional… you have made… a professional mistake.

This article is taken from here.

Frankly speaking, this is the biggest mistake I've done in my life by doing ACCA at the very young age. I always wanted to do a degree, more relax and casual instead of pushing your limits doing a professional course. It makes me wonder how can I even cope with the working life next year where I'm myself in need of guidance to face all the obstacles yet still young and fresh. But I hope this mistake will somehow turn into something worthwhile. Anyway what's life without challenges?

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Bila aku sudah tiada

Rashaad: zharif jumaat mlm free? naz ajak buke mcm last yr kat piramid

Zharif: aku kat nilai doe..

Rashaad: dah start class ke? cam ne kat ctu. best ke?

Zharif: Dah strt. Sangap do.. Aku sorang je melayu dlm class..

Rashaad: Haha ye ke. Tak pe r kau pon mcm foreigner ape. Hehe

Zharif: Taw xpa! Lecturer blh tanya aku local ke x .. Haha!

Rashaad: Muke indon tu haha. Nanti buke ble2 kau free r k

Zharif: Ckp kat naz buat hari ahad .. Ahad aku ada kat cni .. Please!

Rashaad: Okey aku suro die bwat second round nye!

Zharif: Xleh! 1st round aku kena ada .. Haha!

Rashaad: Haha susah cam ni nadia dah book tempat dah. Next time sure kau ley join

Zharif: Asl dia dh book.. Ala x kesian kat aku doe..

Rashaad: Sbb die ingat kau x g nilai lg lah die dah book. Kau pujuk r naz n nad haha

Zharif: Ko pujukkan la! Sedey sial aku.

Rashaad: Wey jgn cam ni. Nanti cikgu kau kecewa tgk kau. Nanti aku tanya nadia!

Zharif: Haha sial.. Dh r aku paling tua dlm class.. Crack siot!

Rashaad: Okey r tu at least kau senang cari awek. Dieorg pandang kau up sket. haha

Zharif: Otak ko kt cni semua muka pecah sial.. Tp aku dtg untk blaja..

Rashaad: Pergh unbelievable statement dr zharif sial. Anyway have fun. nanti papehal aku roger
Zharif: Haha! Sial! k2

haha lawak sial kau zarip! u make my day!!!