So what would you do?

Life is short. You came across a persona that you really liked. What would you do? Based on the latest book that I’ve read ‘The Law of Attraction’, you gotta stay positive if you want something. If a negative thought occurs, think of a counter thought, for example,”Damn, I don’t think I’ll pass the examination”, counterthought, “really? So what do you want actually? I want to pass. I’m in the process of passing.”. It’s quite hard to elaborate the concept in merely a few paragraphs or words. You gotta buy the book to understand the whole insight into this philosophy of manipulating the vibration of the universe.

A friend of mine suggested a book titled ‘La Tahzan’, it means ‘Don’t be sad’. It’s arabic but the content is in Malay. He said it is a very good book, he gave me a few pointers which sounded simple but due to the nature of the human to forget it was very enlightening.

‘There’s no use thinking about a problem, you can’t do anything thinking about problems and remember you always got Allah to turn to. In fact it is very bad for your body since your hormones will react to what you are feeling, so stay positive and stay inspired’. Just ask and ye shall receive.

This beautiful morning I had a chance to chat with my neighbour, an old chinese man who used to work on oil rigs in Terengganu. I was sweating and was just about to run inside after a heavy jogging session but I guess might as well use this chance to get to know him better

Neighbour: Tak kerja ke pagi ni (not working this morning)?

Me: Tak, semalam dah kerja, 2 hari kerja, 2 hari cuti (No, I’ve worked yesterday, 2 ONS and 2 OFFs).

Neighbour: Oh berapa jam kerja? (how many hours per day do you work?)

Me: Lebih kurang 11.5 jam (about 11.5 hours)

Neighbour: Saya dulu kerja 12 jam sehari, kerja carigali minyak di Terengganu. Tapi supervisor saya kerja 24 jam, pasal dia seorang saja. Dulu pelantar minyak cuma ada 2, masa tu tahun 1977. 2 minggu kerja, 2 minggu cuti. Kerja banyak, bahaya pulak tu, hampir semua tugas kena ada permit. (I used to work 12 hours per day, oil and gas industry in Terengganu, but my supervisor had to work for 24 hours because there was only 1 person assigned to that position. It was year 1977, there were only 2 offshore rigs. 2 weeks ON and 2 weeks OFF. It was hard work, hazardous, dangerous and for every task carried out, you had to ensure that a permit had been issued.)

Me: Tak bosan ke tauke? (Weren’t you bored back then?)

Neighbour: Tak, kerja banyak, saya kena buat paperwork, kerja machinist, electrical, instrumentation. Banyak betul kerja, memang penat. (Noooo, there were so many tasks to be done. I had to clear the paperwork, even machinist jobs, electrical, instrumentation. It was tiresome.)

Me: Wah, berapa lama you kerja? Gaji mesti ok kan? (Wow, how long did you work for? The salary must had been good right?)

Neighbour: Lebih kurang 23 tahun la. Gaji memang bagus, mereka ada bagi I rumah banglo, tapi besar sangat. Isteri saya balik Kuala Lumpur lepas sehari tinggal, macam rumah hantu! Sekarang I sudah takde hutang, zero commitment (dia tersengih), anak-anak pun sudah besar, seorang legal advisor di middle east, seorang engineer. I nak relaks saja. Kalau anak-anak kahwin, I nak diorang beli rumah sendiri dan pindah keluar. Saya punya tanggungjawab sudah habis. (About 23 years. Money was good. They even gave me a bungalow, but it was too big, like a haunted mansion. My wife went back to Kuala Lumpur after staying for only one night. Now I’m free from debts, zero commitment (he smiled), my kids all have grown up, one is a legal advisor in middle-east and the other is an engineer. I just want to relax. When they get married, I want them to get their own house and move out. My part has been done. )

Then we continued on chatting about how he hated using car to travel around K.L. He preferred the public transport. I understand, the traffic in K.L is a nightmare even on a good day. He kept on rambling about how he wished his other kid would work in Malaysia only and so on. My mind was attracted to the ‘free from debts’ part. I’m not sure why did he tell me about it. Prolly doing his job as a senior citizen to give encouragement to the younger ones. Well he sure did manage to boost my spirit up a little bit. We usually just say hi and that’s it. KL style.

Free from debts, free from debts, free from debts, free from debts…wow that’s like a super sweet sensation. I don’t know what is up. But lately, I’ve received encouragements mostly from non-Malay/Muslims. Life is so beautiful. Even Allah has said, the reason He created humans of different races is for us to understand each other and embrace each other’s differences. Thank you Allah.

To the people that I love, I dedicate this video to you. I will buy you a new life.

the original video embed feature has been disabled. The link is here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIukr8dADDM . Guess this will do. Wonderful song from the 90s. I miss that era.

Boomerang and Didgeridoo

I knew about boomerangs when I was very very little. Thanks to cartoons. With the correct throwing technique, the boomerang can kill and I’m not sure whether this is true or not but it can return to the same spot from whence it was thrown. Interesting indeed. So I posted about impulsive behaviour before. What happened was I was on the ERL/KLIA transit to get home, and a chinese guy was sitting behind me with a boomerang wrapped in old newspaper. I knew it was a boomerang just by looking at the shape.

So when we arrived at Bandar Tasik Selatan, he asked me, “Is this the place for this ticket?” while showing me his ticket. “Yep, second last station, the next one will be KL Sentral”, I answered. While we were on the escalator I couldn’t resist, “You just got back from Australia yea?”. “How do you know”, he said smiling. I pointed at his boomerang, “No one could mistake that for anything else, it’s a boomerang isn’t it?”, that thing was huge, almost as tall as him. “How much did you pay for it” I asked. “Mmm about 2000 Malaysian Ringgit”, he hesitated but with a smile on his face he answered. Probably proud that he was able to spend that amount for that piece of wood. I’m jealous to be honest. My eyes widened when he mentioned the price. “Good stuff man, can’t get that anywhere else”, I want one!!!!!!! The conversation ended there as my mind flew off to Australia thinking of the things I want from the land down under. One day, ohhh dear license please come to me quickly!

A boomerang, a didgeridoo and …….dun dun dun dun are the australian things that I want.

What is a didgeridoo (did-je-ree-du)? Well it’s an aboriginal instrument able to produce a very interesting sound. I can imitate the sound hehe. Musical I am. Do you still remember the reality show called Survivor? The intro music used a couple of didgeridoos, awesome stuff.

Ahh yes, the video below demonstrates the awesomeness of the didgeridoo in the right hands. You rule Jono Callow! (the long blue thing that he’s blowing into is the didgeridoo)

Notice the unique sound…*sigh* one day…

Spooked! :O

Alright, as a muslim, I believe in the unseen namely djins, satan, angels and the likes. This afternoon, (yes you read it right, AFTERNOON), I was doing a cabin walkaround check on a 747. The aircraft was parked at a remote bay. By remote, I mean the aircraft was parked away from the main terminal building or satellite. In the middle of nowhere right under the sun. There were only 2 people on board, me and an engineer doing stuffs in the cockpit. So I went down to the tarmac to grab my toolbox, and when I went up I did the required routines of a walkaround check. After activating the emergency lighting system, I went for another round.

As you may already know, a jumbo 747 is a double decked aircraft, and it’s kinda big. I didn’t feel anything creepy initially since it was steamingly hot in the cabin and the glare from the sun numbed my mind from thinking of anything fun. So upon returning to the switch, I heard a beeping sound. Only steam ovens make that kind of sounds. THere are like 5 galleys on a jumbo. The sound came from the first galley, in the business class. So I thought, “Eh did I turn something on? Did I leave the wine chiller on?” Then I saw it…..

The control panel of the steam oven was turning on and off by itself. I rushed to it and pressed it off, then I walked to the staircase leading to the upper deck and saw my engineer in the upper deck galley. Both of us were sweating and I asked him, ” What were you doing? Is there any central controller for these ovens??” . He was kinda stunned, “I heard the steam oven was turned on, but I didnt see you there so I went to check it out”. Then we wrapped everything up and left the aircraft.

“Don’t think so much about it, the switch might be screwed or something,” he said. “Yeah you’re probably right, could’ve been stray electricity”, I replied. Although my answer sounded abit stupid, we came up with various scientific explanation that could’ve caused it. One thing though, it’s a switch, which is activated by pressing or depressing (by an external factor for sure).  I can’t remember if the manufacturer incorporated any solenoids to auto-activate/deactivate the switches by itself….Like he said don’t think so much about it, but my adrenaline was pumping so fast, it was fear+excitement. I’m pretty damn sure that I’ve checked each galley to make sure that every electrical system has been turned off. Jangan biarkan hidup anda dihantui misteri………..

Oh k, lets forget that spooky experience, check this picture out. It’s a modern Mona Lisa in my opinion. Kate Winslet looks naturally hot. Simple and hot.

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Good job TIME mag!

As for video of the day, here you go Street Spirit by Radiohead. My friend and I, (Atook keep on smashing!!) used to play guitar and sing along to this song. Good times indeed!

Thoughtful wander…

It’s that morning again. Love-to-hate morning. A morning filled with so many aspirations which seemed so near and yet just out of grasp… I hate this kind of morning but I love it in a sense it renews my motivation to look forward to things that I will encounter in this mysteriously wonderful life.

As usual, making my trip home from work on the KLIA transit, looking at different people with faces interpretable into the day’s agenda. Grimacing, smiling, emotionless, sleepy, pretending to think about something, calculative eyes, murmuring something underneath their breath…life is so interesting. Studying people’s expressions filled my time along the journey while glancing at the passing scenery every once in a while when they caught my curious eyes. Well it took my mind off for a while away from uncertain things.
According to Benjamin Franklin, only 2 things which are certain in this life and they are Death and Taxes. Sigh, sometimes when you think too much, you’ll get lost in that huge sea of ideas that you’ll find yourself most of the time alone in facing these challenges. When that happens, usually feelings like impatience, anxious, nervous, gasping-for-air, frightened, helpless, hopeless will surface. Your hands feel like clawing for a rigid handle from which you hope will find renewed inspirations…

I’m thankful for being born a muslim…the belief that the Almighty, the Most Supreme is always there for you fills your heart with humility, and a sense of longing/loving and being loved. I still remember when I fell asleep with the television on, I was then awoken by the Kuliah Subuh on TV3. It was Dr. Mashitah and her first sentence that I recognized that morning etched itself into my brain; “Kalau kita sayang Allah, maka Allah akan sayang kita beribu-ribu kali ganda….”. My sleepiness went away in a jiffy, touched by the sentence, enlightened by the recognition of a watchful Power-that-be, hoping to be forever blessed.  Yang Maha Pemurah lagi Maha Mengasihani…

No wonder a lot of converts fell in love with Al-Fatihah, the very first surah of the Al-Quran. Even Al-Fatihah means ‘The Opener/Opening’. The surah puts you in your place, a servant ruled by The Lord Whom created the universe. He’s the only One.

Dengan Nama Allah Yang Maha Pemurah Lagi Maha Mengasihani…

Segala puji-pujian bagi Allah, Tuhan yang memelihara dan mentadbirkan  sekalian alam

Yang Maha Pemurah Lagi Maha Mengasihani

Yang Menguasai pemerintahan Hari Pembalasan

Kepada Engkaulah sahajalah kami sembah dan kepada Engkau sahajalah kami memohon pertolongan

Tunjukkanlah kami jalan yang lurus

Yakni jalan mereka yang Engkau kurniakan nikmat, dan bukan jalan mereka yang telah Engkau murkai dan bukan pula jalan mereka yang sesat

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Thank you Allah for I have found strength.

Pizzicato Five – Baby Love Child

Futurama has a very subtle way of instilling good morales in their episodes. Most of the time people are attracted to the buttslap jokes, religious and racial puns. Leela’s Homeworld is one of the episodes which featured a very meaningful interpretation of selfless acts on behalf of the parents. Not gonna conclude what this episode was about. Let this song be the spokeperson.

Pizzicato Five – Baby Love Child

Lost in time….

This convo happened on Tuesday morning, 10th March 2009. After subuh prayer, I was putting on my safety boots.

Me: Eh Fadhil, hari ni hari Khamis kan?

Hey Fadhil, today is Thursday right?

Fadhil: Ko gila ke! Hari ni Selasa la…

(You’re krazie man! krazzzzie! Today is tuesday la) ok there’s a bit of exaggeration >_>

Me: Patutla time aku tengok kalendar nak cek waktu solat aku rasa cam pelik, aku ingatkan kompeni yang printout kalendar tu salah print!

(No wonder I felt weird when I was referring to a calendar to check the local prayer time and I thought the company must have misprinted or something)

Morale? Mmm I realised that I’ve been tracking the days based on my shift pattern. I even lost track of what day it was. 2 ON, and 2 OFF. That’s what working in shifts can do to you. Your body goes a bit haywire sometimes. With this mysterious pre-fever symptoms that have been bombarding me since the last few days, my mind is working under tremendous load. Luckily got my family nearby. They are the best when you whined about not feeling good. ❤

I know some of my friends are really jealous hehe, come on give me a break. I ‘ve been apart from them since I was 13 till I reached 17 (boarding school!), time to reclaim my lost family time 🙂 .

Music for today?

Edie Adam’s version of That’s All. A diva, a songbird, a fine lady.

Lyrics that make you grit your teeth >_<

Everyone should have at least experienced one moment when our patience, determination and desire were stepped on, spat on, ridiculed, or simply shunted away. If you haven’t, I wonder where do you live. Aight straight to the subject.

Metallica’s ‘Broken, Beat and Scarred’
You rise, you fall, your down, then you rise again
What don’t kill you make you more strong
You rise, you fall, your down, then you rise again
What don’t kill you make you more strong

Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don’t kill you make you more strong
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don’t kill you make you more strong

Through black days
Through black nights
Through pitch black insights

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard

The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What don’t kill you make you more strong
The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath
What don’t kill you make you more strong

Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don’t kill you make you more strong
Dawn, death, fight, final breath
What don’t kill you make you more strong

They scratched me
They scraped me
They cut and rape me

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard

Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming
Show your scars
Cutting your feet on the hard earth running
Show your scars
Braiding your soul in a hard luck story
Show your scars
Spilling your blood in a hot suns foray
Show your scars
Breaking your life
Broken, beat and scarred
We die hard

We die hard
We die hard

My Alam dan Manusia teacher once told me, one of the best traits of the human race is adaptability and resilience. He gave me an example of an amateur weightlifter who began by lifting a set of 3kg dumb-bells. Every day he would add 1 kg, and to cope with the increasing weight, his body began ‘building/conditioning’ new set of tougher, stronger muscles until whatever the limit his/our body was/were created for. Morale? I like stories. Nah, don’t give up too easily. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, or based on the lyrics ‘more strong’ (hey that’s the only part that left me wondering, maybe it’s correct since they didn’t add the suffix -er to the word strong but still sounds a bit weird).

Best gritting face? Wolverine from X-Men. I used to collect their comics when I was in primary schools. They cost a fortune T_T and yet I think I lost most of them. Stupid kid! People would pay dollars for those old comics….

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Nah, not this wolverine. The other one.

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Grawrrr. Gnaw me if you can!

Enough with the grittin stuff, time for some laugh. Madtv is the best when it comes to parodies. I love Nsync and I love this clip!