1. Hafiz moved out three days ago...but left his garments. Maybe he still wants to stay here.
2. Tide of recession is coming onshore. My monthly salary is cut by half...I was even forced to take an extra day off. Already struggling to make ends meet, this surely struck me as a big blow. Can I survived?
3. Hafiz, on the recommendation of Abang Salim, took the job at JM. I was not very keen on him picking up that job. As I mentioned in my earlier entry, my workplace is "politically infected". You have to be shrewd enough to survive. But I'll assist him as far as I can.
4. My cough gradually subsided. I don't know what kind of virus that had bugged me all month long, but it did put me into an uncomfortable condition.
5. I surfed Firdaus the 'Papa's blog. Came to know about this talented Yuna. I heard she hailed from Kangar. Terrific talent...one of a kind. Hope to meet her in person someday.
6. Shuhada was sacked. It was terrible...and the way Yana mentioned about her sacking was terrible as well. They weren't visibly at loggerheads with each other...but I think there was some 'envious' feeling entrenched in Yana.
7. Shuhada was getting close with Adli. Yana seemed to have a feeling for Adli, before Shuhada made her unprecedented move. Wahida asked me about Shuhada and Adli's relation, but I asked her to refer to them instead for a clearer answer. They politely dismissed the speculation as rubbish.
8. Shuhada did came once in a while, but I haven't seen her for over a week. Really hope to see her again.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Tunjangman!
Almost a year ago (March 31, 2008), I left a comment on BigGuy's personal blog (zakhir.blogspot.com). The comment read as :
Pancasara said...
I'm from Tunjang...a small cowboy town next to Jerlun. You must have passed through it on your way to Jerlun.
Been following you and your thoughts since the last two years...you have my full respect and admiration.
Perjuangan memang belum selesai...cuma kena wat sesuatu dengan golongan-golongan muda...terutama pelajar IPT.
Banyak sangat yang dah kena rasuk anasir pembangkang, kalau tak diperbetulkan, tak mustahil satu hari nanti UMNO akan berkubur.Teruskan berjuang...bro!
March 31, 2008 2:42 AM
Guess what his reply was?
Zakhir's Zoo said...
Tunjangman,
Terima kasih.
Ya, Tuan memang betul. Perlu banyak dilakukan untuk mendekatkan diri kepada golongan muda, terutama anak Melayu dikawasan desa dan luar bandar.
Apa pun, Perjuangan Memang Belum Selesai dan tanggungjawab kita bersama, untuk menentukan Perjuangan itu diteruskan, demi kepentingan anak bangsa dan generasi akan datang.
InsyaAllah.
April 4, 2008 10:29 PM
http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/03/mukhriz-won-in-jerlun.html
Tunjangman?
Sounds cool...
Pancasara said...
I'm from Tunjang...a small cowboy town next to Jerlun. You must have passed through it on your way to Jerlun.
Been following you and your thoughts since the last two years...you have my full respect and admiration.
Perjuangan memang belum selesai...cuma kena wat sesuatu dengan golongan-golongan muda...terutama pelajar IPT.
Banyak sangat yang dah kena rasuk anasir pembangkang, kalau tak diperbetulkan, tak mustahil satu hari nanti UMNO akan berkubur.Teruskan berjuang...bro!
March 31, 2008 2:42 AM
Guess what his reply was?
Zakhir's Zoo said...
Tunjangman,
Terima kasih.
Ya, Tuan memang betul. Perlu banyak dilakukan untuk mendekatkan diri kepada golongan muda, terutama anak Melayu dikawasan desa dan luar bandar.
Apa pun, Perjuangan Memang Belum Selesai dan tanggungjawab kita bersama, untuk menentukan Perjuangan itu diteruskan, demi kepentingan anak bangsa dan generasi akan datang.
InsyaAllah.
April 4, 2008 10:29 PM
http://zakhir.blogspot.com/2008/03/mukhriz-won-in-jerlun.html
Tunjangman?
Sounds cool...
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Books, work, and life...
Just finished reading "China : The Gathering Threat". At 514 pages (excluding endnotes, index) this giant book remains the thickest book I've ever read. I have a bad habit of reading...I failed almost every single time to put the finishing touch everytime I read a particular book. Sayang nak baca sampai habis. Very bad habit...
Microtrends should follow suit...just few pages remaining. So too Zoom. Deep down, I still hankered for Naomi Kleinn's "A Shock Doctrine"...but I don't have enough money left.
Regarding my daily life, nothing much has changed. My workplace is still blanketed by heavy politics..you have to be prudent in your every move to avoid any unnecessary backlash.
I'm no master in politics...but by playing my cards right, I dodged every problems that fall on my path up to this day. I don't how long will all this continue...but I enjoyed my life now very much.
I am at the crossroad of my life...still looking for a tinge of hope. Do I have the necessary ingredients to sail through this chaotic life? And I miss somebody very much...although she would have forgotten me completely by now. All in all, life must goes on...so I don't have much choice then...
Microtrends should follow suit...just few pages remaining. So too Zoom. Deep down, I still hankered for Naomi Kleinn's "A Shock Doctrine"...but I don't have enough money left.
Regarding my daily life, nothing much has changed. My workplace is still blanketed by heavy politics..you have to be prudent in your every move to avoid any unnecessary backlash.
I'm no master in politics...but by playing my cards right, I dodged every problems that fall on my path up to this day. I don't how long will all this continue...but I enjoyed my life now very much.
I am at the crossroad of my life...still looking for a tinge of hope. Do I have the necessary ingredients to sail through this chaotic life? And I miss somebody very much...although she would have forgotten me completely by now. All in all, life must goes on...so I don't have much choice then...
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Virus
Awal bulan ni, aku kena serang selesema.
Ingatkan biasa-biasa...mula-mula amik Panadol Soluble.
Tapi selesema tak jugak hilang.
Lepas dua minggu, mula surut sikit.
Tapi masih tak keluar sepenuhnya "Virus" nih.
Dua minggu lepas, pi main badminton.
Habis main, rasa macam nak pitam.
Dalam tengah pening-pening, rasa macam nak tidur.
Hafiz ajak keluar minum.
Kepala rasa panas, kepala rasa pusing.
Dah habis minum, cepat-cepat balik.
Selang berapa hari, batuk pulak menjelma.
Kronik jugak, sampai sempat tinggal wasiat kat Hafiz.
Dia tanya nak wasiatkan awek mana kat dia.
Macam mana nak wasiatkan benda yang tak ada.
Tolong jaga bilik ni sudah la kot.
Dengan motor Wave yang dah banyak berjasa tu.
Ipin sampai tak lama kemudian, nak cari kerja.
Lama betul tak jumpa dia.
Tapi, jumpa pulak tak lama.
Hafiz balik rumah, Ipin pun sama kemudian.
Ubat 'inhibitor' plak dah nak habis...kena keluar duit lagi.
RM160 bukan sikit, kalau aku sedara Bill Gates takpa jugak.
Dah la tiap-tiap bulan kena tempah.
Tapi aku terima semua ni sebagai takdir.
Mungkin aku dah banyak berdosa sebelum ni.
Kalau boleh patah balik masa, kalau boleh aku nak tukar semua.
Batuk makin kurang dari hari ke hari.
Hari ni dah minimum, esok mungkin hilang.
Ni sakit paling teruk dalam tempoh dua tahun.
Jangkitan virus komputer?
Mungkin...
Ingatkan biasa-biasa...mula-mula amik Panadol Soluble.
Tapi selesema tak jugak hilang.
Lepas dua minggu, mula surut sikit.
Tapi masih tak keluar sepenuhnya "Virus" nih.
Dua minggu lepas, pi main badminton.
Habis main, rasa macam nak pitam.
Dalam tengah pening-pening, rasa macam nak tidur.
Hafiz ajak keluar minum.
Kepala rasa panas, kepala rasa pusing.
Dah habis minum, cepat-cepat balik.
Selang berapa hari, batuk pulak menjelma.
Kronik jugak, sampai sempat tinggal wasiat kat Hafiz.
Dia tanya nak wasiatkan awek mana kat dia.
Macam mana nak wasiatkan benda yang tak ada.
Tolong jaga bilik ni sudah la kot.
Dengan motor Wave yang dah banyak berjasa tu.
Ipin sampai tak lama kemudian, nak cari kerja.
Lama betul tak jumpa dia.
Tapi, jumpa pulak tak lama.
Hafiz balik rumah, Ipin pun sama kemudian.
Ubat 'inhibitor' plak dah nak habis...kena keluar duit lagi.
RM160 bukan sikit, kalau aku sedara Bill Gates takpa jugak.
Dah la tiap-tiap bulan kena tempah.
Tapi aku terima semua ni sebagai takdir.
Mungkin aku dah banyak berdosa sebelum ni.
Kalau boleh patah balik masa, kalau boleh aku nak tukar semua.
Batuk makin kurang dari hari ke hari.
Hari ni dah minimum, esok mungkin hilang.
Ni sakit paling teruk dalam tempoh dua tahun.
Jangkitan virus komputer?
Mungkin...
Friday, February 6, 2009
A quiet change
I have a little brother, Fauzi. He is the fourth of the family, out of five. My siblings are quite unique…all were born in December, my sister and my youngest brother even shared the same birth date.
I am an exception, however. So too Fauzi. I was born on August, whereas Fauzi was on February, the same month of my mother. Fauzi has this one special trait…he will spurt out anything that crosses his mind. Anything! He doesn’t think twice nor has a second thought about what he will say. This causes him so much trouble…and he always ended up being in a fight or a quarrel with somebody over what he had said.
He never backs down on his words. He will say what he means, and means what he says…although sometimes he have no idea how serious the things he had just blurted out.
If somebody asked my friends who knew me after 2000 to describe something about me, I’m pretty sure 9 out of 10 will say that I am a man of few words…the one that hardly said anything. No one would have believe it if I say that prior to 2000, I was just like my little brother, Fauzi. Even my friends who had been around me the period of 1998-2002 forget this fact. People tend to forget easily…they say, mudah lupa.
I remember in one occasion, back in 1998, I was having a conversation with a certain Adi Saufi Mohamad Daud. I said to him, I feared being scolded by fellow seniors, as we were a fresh batch of juniors, and couldn’t quite understand the norm in boarding school. To my surprise, he boldly stated, which up until this day, I could still recall precisely his every single words…
“Engkau memang! Sebab mulut kau tu!”
His frank answer caught me by surprise. But I was so small and stupid that time, I couldn’t understand anything. And it didn’t stop there. On another occasion, I was saying something towards Ridhuan Zhafri (KLON, as we used to call him) which provoked him so much, and he simultaneously said
“Kau ingat badan kau kecik aku kesian nak belasah kau ke?!”
But it all changed in 2000. I couldn’t remember what really happened that changed me very much, but part of it was because the looming PMR exams. I studied seriously, and I became extremely quite. I didn’t talk to anyone for months…and when I started to talk afterwards, I couldn’t put up a proper sentence! I’d been muted for such a long time that I forgot how to construct a conversation.
In one occasion, to justify my state of silence, I said to Haikal Zakaria, one of my best friends at the time, that Allah created two ears, two eyes, but one mouth, so that we should listen more, see more, and talk less. Haikal didn’t quite agree with me…and the next day, he came up with a good reply. In an amusing way, he said we should berzikir more. I agreed with him…but I still hold my earlier argument true.
The tipping point was the year 2000. It changed me so much that I was never the same person anymore. I started to think carefully about what to say as not to hurt other’s feeling. Now, no one remembers what I was like prior to 2000. It is deeply embedded in their mind that I am a "quiet, non-talkative" person. Even Lan (Loqman Afiq) expressed his displeasure at me for teasing Icam somewhere in 2002, because he thought I was being unnatural. I used to be very quiet…he reckoned. Just 4 years earlier, that same behavior of mine wouldn’t have raised any eyebrows.
And up until this day, I hardly say anything to anyone. My eyes work twice as much as my mouth…as I am an avid reader. Some will say I am a quite man due to my fondness of reading…but I developed this habit long before 2000…since I was in primary school. I remember being a regular to my village library (Perpustakaan Desa), and read almost every book in that small library.
I’m not sure if Fauzi would follow my path…but for the moment, it is highly unlikely. He currently is in form two…maybe in a year or two, he will experience a massive change of personality, just like me. Who knows?
I am an exception, however. So too Fauzi. I was born on August, whereas Fauzi was on February, the same month of my mother. Fauzi has this one special trait…he will spurt out anything that crosses his mind. Anything! He doesn’t think twice nor has a second thought about what he will say. This causes him so much trouble…and he always ended up being in a fight or a quarrel with somebody over what he had said.
He never backs down on his words. He will say what he means, and means what he says…although sometimes he have no idea how serious the things he had just blurted out.
If somebody asked my friends who knew me after 2000 to describe something about me, I’m pretty sure 9 out of 10 will say that I am a man of few words…the one that hardly said anything. No one would have believe it if I say that prior to 2000, I was just like my little brother, Fauzi. Even my friends who had been around me the period of 1998-2002 forget this fact. People tend to forget easily…they say, mudah lupa.
I remember in one occasion, back in 1998, I was having a conversation with a certain Adi Saufi Mohamad Daud. I said to him, I feared being scolded by fellow seniors, as we were a fresh batch of juniors, and couldn’t quite understand the norm in boarding school. To my surprise, he boldly stated, which up until this day, I could still recall precisely his every single words…
“Engkau memang! Sebab mulut kau tu!”
His frank answer caught me by surprise. But I was so small and stupid that time, I couldn’t understand anything. And it didn’t stop there. On another occasion, I was saying something towards Ridhuan Zhafri (KLON, as we used to call him) which provoked him so much, and he simultaneously said
“Kau ingat badan kau kecik aku kesian nak belasah kau ke?!”
But it all changed in 2000. I couldn’t remember what really happened that changed me very much, but part of it was because the looming PMR exams. I studied seriously, and I became extremely quite. I didn’t talk to anyone for months…and when I started to talk afterwards, I couldn’t put up a proper sentence! I’d been muted for such a long time that I forgot how to construct a conversation.
In one occasion, to justify my state of silence, I said to Haikal Zakaria, one of my best friends at the time, that Allah created two ears, two eyes, but one mouth, so that we should listen more, see more, and talk less. Haikal didn’t quite agree with me…and the next day, he came up with a good reply. In an amusing way, he said we should berzikir more. I agreed with him…but I still hold my earlier argument true.
The tipping point was the year 2000. It changed me so much that I was never the same person anymore. I started to think carefully about what to say as not to hurt other’s feeling. Now, no one remembers what I was like prior to 2000. It is deeply embedded in their mind that I am a "quiet, non-talkative" person. Even Lan (Loqman Afiq) expressed his displeasure at me for teasing Icam somewhere in 2002, because he thought I was being unnatural. I used to be very quiet…he reckoned. Just 4 years earlier, that same behavior of mine wouldn’t have raised any eyebrows.
And up until this day, I hardly say anything to anyone. My eyes work twice as much as my mouth…as I am an avid reader. Some will say I am a quite man due to my fondness of reading…but I developed this habit long before 2000…since I was in primary school. I remember being a regular to my village library (Perpustakaan Desa), and read almost every book in that small library.
I’m not sure if Fauzi would follow my path…but for the moment, it is highly unlikely. He currently is in form two…maybe in a year or two, he will experience a massive change of personality, just like me. Who knows?
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The Virus Attack
My loyal computer has been infected by powerful virus almost 3 weeks ago. The screen went blank...and I couldn't start my computer. At first I thought the problem lied with the monitor...I even considering allocating some money for a new monitor.
But Izhar mentioned about the possibility of virus infection. Maybe he was right...as I was unable to open and view "Gokusen" movie in my hard-disk, before my the screen went entirely blank.
Saiful came to the rescue...he installed a new antivirus (Kaspersky) and rectified the lingering problem. But he's going back tomorrow...leaving me alone as usual. Hafiz still hasn't return...even I don't know his whereabout. I thought he spent the night in Yat's house.
I made second contacts with Shuhada today...the first being yesterday. She confirmed his liking for Tariq...a shocking revelation. I thought she was just playing around. It was my fault after all...my initial reaction towards her must have put her in a difficult and strange condition. I still couldn't get rid of my state of nervousness after all.
Shuhada is a young girl...even she herself doesn't sure about herself. Her contacts and friendship with Waheeda make things more complicated. But seeing Shuhada and Waheeda in a same frame delighted me...these two girls are quite special. I tried to convince Shuhada to stay...but would she follow my plea?
But Izhar mentioned about the possibility of virus infection. Maybe he was right...as I was unable to open and view "Gokusen" movie in my hard-disk, before my the screen went entirely blank.
Saiful came to the rescue...he installed a new antivirus (Kaspersky) and rectified the lingering problem. But he's going back tomorrow...leaving me alone as usual. Hafiz still hasn't return...even I don't know his whereabout. I thought he spent the night in Yat's house.
I made second contacts with Shuhada today...the first being yesterday. She confirmed his liking for Tariq...a shocking revelation. I thought she was just playing around. It was my fault after all...my initial reaction towards her must have put her in a difficult and strange condition. I still couldn't get rid of my state of nervousness after all.
Shuhada is a young girl...even she herself doesn't sure about herself. Her contacts and friendship with Waheeda make things more complicated. But seeing Shuhada and Waheeda in a same frame delighted me...these two girls are quite special. I tried to convince Shuhada to stay...but would she follow my plea?
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Three months after...
The last time I wrote something in this blog, it was a distant three months back.
Nothing much changed then...only I am now three months older. And three months wiser than before, I guess.
I am back in my old room, this time with a better internet connection. I sported a wireless device hanging just next to my room. Maybe that stupid thing improved the connectivity.
Just finished reading three books. I love reading, but I have this one particular bad habit residing deep inside me. Whenever I read good books, I have great difficulty to finish it. I may get bored towards the end...or lose interest entirely. Finally, managed to ward off this stupid habit of mine.
"Tipping Point" by Malcolm Gladwell was an exceptional piece. I read it with great interest towards the end. Then, I re-read "Mullahs, Merchants and Militants" (the first time, I was stuck halfway) and able to finish it some weeks later. I even brought that hardcover book to my sister's house during a visit. She thought it was entitled "Mulan". How funny. I read it on the sofa until I fall asleep.
Next is John Mason "The Impossible Is Possible". Although it was heavy in Christian's value, but it was still a good read.
And just last night, I wrapped up Jane Austen's " Guide To Dating". It was time consuming...as I bought this book almost a year before. But this lovely book gave valuable insights towards understanding relationship between man and woman.
And I currently working towards finishing M Bakri Musa "Towards A Competitive Malaysia" as soon as possible. And almost five to six books are waiting on the shelf...still not sure whether I have the necessary time to finish all those.
"You are what you read". I hold this principle dear to my heart.
There was a time in the past, when I went to state library in Alor Setar. It was Friday, and I parked my motorcycle inside the library's parking area. The library would be temporarily closed during Jumaat prayer's, so I thought it would be better off to leave my Wave 100 there, as I would be coming back to the library later.
The library re-opened at around three, and I went back to the library. I was the last person to leave the library in the evening. As I was approaching my motorcycle, came a shout out of nowhere, with a strong voice.
"So this is the owner of this motorcycle! You know the whole staff are looking for you!"
"Looking for me? What for?"
"You dare asking me what for ?! You left your motorcycle here when the library is closed. They fear someone was left inside the library. They abandon their Friday prayers just to look for you!"
By this period, I knew this guard was exaggerating the incident. The whole staff looked calm and collected inside the library, as if nothing happened. I bet they didn't even knew about this minor incident. This guard was bluffing right under my nose.
"Is it? Pity them then. If they couldn't find the owner of this motorcycle, just go and observe their prayer first. The library's going to open at three after all...no big deal. The owner will come back by then...no fuss"
"How dare you said like that! You want me to call the police? You want to be charged by the police ?"
"Call the police? and be charged on what account? For parking inside a Public Library during Friday prayer's? Or for causing the whole staff to abandon their Friday prayer's in search of me?"
This guard thought I was a school kid, and can be easily frightened when mentioned about the police. The whole staff looking for me was a made up story, at best they didn't even noticed there was a motorcycle left inside the compound. Plus that library is so small that you didn't have to waste your entire Friday prayer's time to locate a person.
The guard left me afterwards, and he headed towards a man who had just about to start his motorcycle. He bad-mouthed me to him...and I could hear it very clearly. He repeatedly told that man that I was behaving "kurang ajar" to him.
He made a mountain out of a molehill.
Then I left, fearing that the whole staff would next abandon their Maghrib prayer looking for a person. Maybe they would abandon Isyak and Subuh prayers as well, if I were to leave my motorcycle there overnight. Pity that guard, and his 'full of exaggerations' story.
Nothing much changed then...only I am now three months older. And three months wiser than before, I guess.
I am back in my old room, this time with a better internet connection. I sported a wireless device hanging just next to my room. Maybe that stupid thing improved the connectivity.
Just finished reading three books. I love reading, but I have this one particular bad habit residing deep inside me. Whenever I read good books, I have great difficulty to finish it. I may get bored towards the end...or lose interest entirely. Finally, managed to ward off this stupid habit of mine.
"Tipping Point" by Malcolm Gladwell was an exceptional piece. I read it with great interest towards the end. Then, I re-read "Mullahs, Merchants and Militants" (the first time, I was stuck halfway) and able to finish it some weeks later. I even brought that hardcover book to my sister's house during a visit. She thought it was entitled "Mulan". How funny. I read it on the sofa until I fall asleep.
Next is John Mason "The Impossible Is Possible". Although it was heavy in Christian's value, but it was still a good read.
And just last night, I wrapped up Jane Austen's " Guide To Dating". It was time consuming...as I bought this book almost a year before. But this lovely book gave valuable insights towards understanding relationship between man and woman.
And I currently working towards finishing M Bakri Musa "Towards A Competitive Malaysia" as soon as possible. And almost five to six books are waiting on the shelf...still not sure whether I have the necessary time to finish all those.
"You are what you read". I hold this principle dear to my heart.
There was a time in the past, when I went to state library in Alor Setar. It was Friday, and I parked my motorcycle inside the library's parking area. The library would be temporarily closed during Jumaat prayer's, so I thought it would be better off to leave my Wave 100 there, as I would be coming back to the library later.
The library re-opened at around three, and I went back to the library. I was the last person to leave the library in the evening. As I was approaching my motorcycle, came a shout out of nowhere, with a strong voice.
"So this is the owner of this motorcycle! You know the whole staff are looking for you!"
"Looking for me? What for?"
"You dare asking me what for ?! You left your motorcycle here when the library is closed. They fear someone was left inside the library. They abandon their Friday prayers just to look for you!"
By this period, I knew this guard was exaggerating the incident. The whole staff looked calm and collected inside the library, as if nothing happened. I bet they didn't even knew about this minor incident. This guard was bluffing right under my nose.
"Is it? Pity them then. If they couldn't find the owner of this motorcycle, just go and observe their prayer first. The library's going to open at three after all...no big deal. The owner will come back by then...no fuss"
"How dare you said like that! You want me to call the police? You want to be charged by the police ?"
"Call the police? and be charged on what account? For parking inside a Public Library during Friday prayer's? Or for causing the whole staff to abandon their Friday prayer's in search of me?"
This guard thought I was a school kid, and can be easily frightened when mentioned about the police. The whole staff looking for me was a made up story, at best they didn't even noticed there was a motorcycle left inside the compound. Plus that library is so small that you didn't have to waste your entire Friday prayer's time to locate a person.
The guard left me afterwards, and he headed towards a man who had just about to start his motorcycle. He bad-mouthed me to him...and I could hear it very clearly. He repeatedly told that man that I was behaving "kurang ajar" to him.
He made a mountain out of a molehill.
Then I left, fearing that the whole staff would next abandon their Maghrib prayer looking for a person. Maybe they would abandon Isyak and Subuh prayers as well, if I were to leave my motorcycle there overnight. Pity that guard, and his 'full of exaggerations' story.
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