Pause and Reflect : The HLP journey - 1

I'm in my second semester, and it's getting harder that i couldn't barely breathe. ;) of course not the literal meaning. haven't really got time sit back and ponder upon what have i gone through so far.

I just got back from meeting my dedicated supervisor, whom i totally respect for his commitment of lecturing. Of my standard, there are two type of teachers ( or lecturers ). One are those who teach or lecture with assumption, the class already understand things they are talking about, and the other one, assume the class have no background idea of the subject matter and will try their very best to make it understandable. For almost all the time, i prefer the latter and he's one of those. And i thank Allah for that!
We have met several times, and he'll be away for Deepavali holiday next week, yet he asked me to present the chapter 1 and 2 next week. The good news is that, i will able to follow the track closely, but on the contrary, i haven't start yet. not even a title! tsk tsk!

O Allah, if this HLP thingy benefits me and my deen, guide me through it well!
Ameen...

endnote : just a ramble from a messed up mind.

a comeback

been a while since i last wrote! this will be short and quick. just to record my life achievement for today

1- full settlement of PTPTN ;) alhamdulillah... managed to get the less 20% offer! met Cikgu Arbaidah, my KH teacher, back in SMKAKS, there in Wisma MRCB. She remembers me as well, truly touched! we had a short chat and suddenly her queue number been called... then i walked out of the office.

2- meeting my supervisor to discuss about the special topic.. after 2 weeks of headache on picking the suitable one! ;)

3- logging in to the blog after sometimes! ;)

4- recovering from fever

Alhamdulillah 'ala kulli hal

Satu hari yang pokai

Adik bongsuku, Dik Mas semasa kecil, punya sifat inkuiri yang sangat tinggi hinggalah aku memberinya gelaran Inspektor Gadjet.. owh juga Penyiasat Remaja ( without her knowing of course.. haha.. harap2 dia tak baca entri ni). Walaupun ini adalah refleksi jati diri yang tinggi, kadang kala boleh buat orang naik darah juga.

Dik Mas paling suka menyelongkar beg sekolahku bila pulang dari asrama. Kebiasaannya dia berjaya mendapatkan coklat, gula-gula atau jajan yang aku sorokkan dalam beg, bimbang dimarah mama.

Nisa aku kira mewarisi sifat ini dari MakSu nya. Sekarang dia gemar menyelongkar dompetku, mengeluarkan segala macam kertas yang ada. Sekonyong dia menjumpai syiling, langsung dia menarik tangan ku.

 "Mi, amek tu!" menunjukkan ke arah tabung robotnya yang terletak di atas televisyen di ruang tamu.

Langsung syiling itu dimasukkan dalam tabungnya.

Satu hari dia berhasil mengosongkan dompetku untuk kali kesekiannya dan aku betul-betul terlupa sehinggalah, Murni teman sepejabat mengajakku keluar minum pagi. Waktu itu baru aku sedar aku tidak punya duit barang seringgit pun. Owh anak! huhu

 Lewat pagi itu, Ujang melalui YM bertanya pada aku apakah aku punya sedikit wang di akaun Maybank untuk dipindahkan secara atas talian ke akaunnya. 

"Alhamdulillah, k.am lah penyelamat saya. Saya malas nak pegi bank nih!" katanya sambil menghulurkan beberapa keping wang RM sebagai tukaran pindahan itu. 

Allah.. Allah... 

Dan manakah nikmat tuhan yang mahu kamu dustakan...

"Anak ke adik?"

Ita selesai mengemaskini rekod pelajar baru mendaftar hari itu. Tetikus diarahkan ke ikon 'Save', diklik, kemudian mencari ikon pintu keluar.

"Are you sure to quit?"

Sistem memaparkan kekotak pengesahan. Ita memilih 'Yes'.

Matanya mengerling jam dinding di ruang hadapan.

"Masya Allah, dah nak maghrib.. macam mana boleh tak perasan ni!"

Ita menoleh sekeliling. Lengang. Dia keseorangan. Teman-teman sepejabat sudah pun pulang ke rumah. Kesibukannya membuatkan dia tidak menyedarinya. Dan itu sudah mejadi lumrah di musim pendaftaran pelajar baru.

Ita segera memberi arahan 'Shut down' kepada komputer. Selesai mengemas ruang kerjanya, Ita bergerak ke pintu keluar, mengunci pintu utama sebelum turun menuju kereta. Sudah menjadi rutin orang yang terakhir keluar pejabat, perlu mengunci pintu dan menyerahkan kunci di pondok pengawal.

******

Samsul membaca akhbar yang ada di hadapannya.

"Malaysia capai sasaran 41 emas".

"Hoh, paper zaman bila nih!", omel Samsul seorang diri.

Namun, akhbar itu terus ditatapnya bagi menghilangkan bosan. Jam di tangannya dilihat sekilas.

"Eh, baru 7.15, gelap macam dah maghrib!"

Petang gelap itu Samsul bertugas di Pintu Utara. Menunggu staff berkerja lebih masa menghantar atau mengambil kunci.

******

Ita tiba di pondok pengawal Pintu Utara dengan Kancilnya.

"Owh, En Samsul bertugas hari ini", kata Ita dalam hati, kebetulan Samsul itu memang dikenalinya kerana pernah berkursus bersama.

Menggenggam segugus kunci, Ita menuju ke pondok itu, tersenyum.

*****

Bacaan Samsul terganggu dek bunyi enjin kereta yang mendekati tempatnya.

Samsul mengangkat kepalanya, tersenyum.

"Rajin betul si Ita ni buat OT."

Samsul memandang tepat ke sebelah kiri Ita sejurus Ita tiba di kaunter pemulangan kunci.

Ita menghulur gugusan kunci itu kepada Samsul.

"Anak ke adik?", Samsul cuba beramah.

Ita terdiam. Wajahnya berubah.



(adaptasi dari kisah sebenar)

A Bouquet

Never once in my previous days that i received a bouquet for any occasions. Not even during my graduation let alone birthdays or anniversaries. Fresh flowers of course.
hope i didn't sound pathetic! ;)  )

I couldn't care less as i am not into. It is such a waste to spend on presents which can only last for what... a week?
which will end up in trash. It cost a fortune too!
Flowers are always at best when they are left blooming on their twigs.

I rather opt for artificial flowers. They are cheaper and most important, long lasting. They also can be beautifully arranged too.

Only yesterday i received  a bouquet of roses, white and red from my fellow students as a souvenir for assisting their program. It was OPS KAB. I felt good instead. Maybe that is the reason why people don't mind spending on fresh flowers! ;)

Thanks to milin, the program director for such a beautiful present!
And for make it into my 'first-to' list.
;) 

Happy 3rd Birthday Utbah

I hardly could find time and ideas to blog nowadays.
Ok, I rephrase, a lot of ideas has been wasted because I didn’t manage my time properly.
But when it comes to the kids, I forced myself to blog, even a single paragraph.

So, Utbah is now 3.
Warm wishes from his aunts and uncles had been received on his Facebook wall's.
O yeah, he got one, though he is yet to write or read. ;)

Meeting Onique

"Kite punye interview pukul 8.30 kat Bilik 8, Tadahan Utara, huhu, gelabah ni"
The text message from her that i received early morning.
Onique was my junior back in secondary school, which is 13 years ago. 
She was called for DPLI interview here at my workplace.
Getting my phone number from Angah, she called earlier last week as she used to read somewhere in my blog, (i mean my previous one), that i am working here!
She was seeking for 'Rumah Tamu' but seems failed to reach the person in-charge.


I was in the middle of my coding thingy when the call came in.
The introduction went long. The image of her was quite blurry at first.
I wasn't sure whether she mentioned 'Wani' or 'Onique' but one thing for sure i heard her saying 'batch Angah', in which there at least 3 (or is it 4) of them being called 'Wani'.

Knowing that she will be coming, i offered a room to her at my house.
"takpe lah, kite segan.. lagipun kite datang ngan family in-law kite"  said her.
I gave her the contact number of the officer who might help her. The least i can do.

And i met her today after her interview. And she's Onique, not Wani or whatsoever. ;)
We chatted while waiting for her family to picked her up. Caught up with her few updates about each other.

It feels great.
Really great.
Indeed.

It is such a joy to get in touch with old friends.
It is such a bless to be remembered.
Thanks onique, you made my day!