MBA-Last Day

I completed my MBA yesterday 26 Jun 2008, last paper HRM. I think the worst paper i attend coz i never open the book before and i read it 3 before exam start at 8 -10pm (why... last minutes work... finish startegy management asgmnt at 3.30pm email to ziham to compile). Luckly, Dalina explain on each topic before exam then i just macam biasa goreng hangus. My prof had said surah Al-Fathir if we teach other we will gain more and understand more.

Back i start my day on 26 Jun at 730 already at PKP UKM. I stay at class room 1.11 and about 9.30 Zila came. Out of all my friend, i don't why she the one who I spend my last day at UKM. She come to study for her fiance exam tonight and I of course completing my assigment on Strategic Management. I feel so happy she was there that day, if not I will alone in the class room.Thanks Zila.

All this week start last Friday 20 June-26 June taking my annual leave, I work so hard finishing all the assigment. PKP had become my second home i get out from house at 7.00am and came back almost 12pm... start on friday completing CB ppt came back at 11.45 pm, present on saturday 21, morning at 9am class start and end at 3.00 pm. Start my HRM the whole night and do individual ppt at 8.30 am on Sunday 22, class end at 4pm. Last asigmnt is role play... Dr Ayu said not sucessful play. end class at 4.30pm came back start with indvidual Case study for strategic send on Monday 23, night. The whole morning completing the assgment 20% and that nigt last class for Strategy. Came back at 10.30 ...

Early morning (Tuesdsay24) go to class at 9.00 very bad traffic reach class at 10... i and ziham start to do report for CB until 11.00pm, its completed and we go back. The next morning (Wednesday 25) read CB exam at 8.30 end at 10.30 pm submit CB group report. The next morning of course the last day 26 June...

Not all of us gradute at the same time (this year) so i feel happy and the same time sad coz the sweet memories along this 2 years with all my friends. Out of 23 from kohot 20, half of us will be graduate this year me, ziham, ct zu, ku, fendy, en mat, izat, kak limah, -from mba eks and kak jo, shah, en rifin and his wife from mba-fi . Graduate next year mba eks -dalina, noor, fara, suzana, sam, safiq, ravi, and mba fi---zila, oja, erni, linda.

Interview

Today i interview the Director of BTM .... duration 1 hour ... i think i will get know her better and see thru what she meant by the recepie of sucess.... haha ...tonight will start to write coz must present it on Saturday...i think i had a weird voice when it recorded ...

MBA 2006-2008

Insya'allah in two weeks time i will finish my studies....31 Jun 2008

Now ... i have to complete all the assigment ...so much that i just hope, i had done earlier
Don't know why but it just like a habit that last minute work alway happen..

I haven't inerview my ideol...i don't have one actually but may be will grab anybody higher rank than me ... to do report and present .... , not complete our SM ...Monday must submit the second draft hopefully no need to present coz ... we still in blur on the case study... also must intervew company at the same day as to understand more about the topic...

CB not yet finish must do presention ...on nxt sunday i think coz that was the last week we have final class...exam CB not yet confirm when...

Monday got final test for SM... only read once but open book so .... not so tension

I wish all this could end with smiles....

My Bos

Physical

She is a lady. short, small, curly hair, small eyes, high nose (ha3), small body, short leg, .....


Attire

Always wear skirt. she made her own clothes, hand bags, hair clip, jacket ... all la..that everybody said... but for me i just don't want to know. She like sewing and all this handicraft such as crostage (dnt how to spell).

Attiude

No feeling as human being... so cold... she is only one who smart no one else. No respect for other. When she speak no one can speak, Only teach once if the person cannot understand so that person is dungu... Everyone to her is no good and stupid. My bigger bos also said my boss see other as dungu and stupid.


Good thing

Details, so particular, health concious, soft spoken at first impression, teach detail once, timming good, very goods at figures, analytical, smart, very confident with herself.

Her popular words when conduct a training
She always said that i learn all by myself no body teach me so why should i teach other. We have the same qualification you should learn by yourself. open your eyes so you can see clearly. and listen carefully because i will never repeat.

When do training ... anybody welcome to see me when you need any clarification. ....

I can answer the question in 5 minutes pay me 1000...


Her bad words

Why are u so stupid..
Disabodiant girl
You get out ... your work is rubbish
You will never learn ... i don't want to teach you anymore
You are dungu...
Your are so careless..
Take back your work ...i can't use it ...
Use your brain... u never use your brain...
You don't deserve your salary ..
You only do clerk work....
You are so slow ....

Nice Words

Iman is like a crystal...Preserve it!
Al-Hubb is like a perfume...Spread it!
At-taqwa is like flood....Flow it!
Ukhuwah is like an umbrella... Share it!
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Love the heart that hates you,
But don't hate the heart that loves you,
Because for the world you might be someone,
But for someone you might be the world...

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Beri hatimu hanya untuk Allah,
Pasti Dia temukan padamu pemilik yang terbaik,
Hamparkan masamu seluasnya hanya untuk Allah,
Pasti Dia aturkan seluruh kehidupanmu sebaiknya...

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Tiada harapan selain Allah,
Tiada Idola selain Nabi,
Tiada kata seindah al-Quran,
Tiada jalan selurus as-Sunnah,
Tiada perjuangan selain Islam...

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Believe it or Not

My friend said her mother was disturb by "unknown thing" which turn her to behave like a kid. Dr said her mother is ok medically. But physcially she is not " meracau".

This things happen to others i think... Some may not believe it but actually its happen. I come across many incident which actually show how human may become so evil... which motivate them ..using other things to get back other...

Melbourne Australia

Went to Melbourne on Jun 2006 for a week on duty. Not enough time to see much ..well work...from 9 to 5pm... got chance to take the train (rail in the city) just half or quarter I think (there are rail car that operate around the city). The city is just like a square and got alot of road.



Melbourne Exibition Centre, Australia. Photo taken from my room. I stayed at Crown Promenade Hotel.

The Famous Casino "Crown"

Night live in Melbourne. There is a lot of muslim food here. But expensive I ate nasi lemak worth RM50 per plate but taste good.

I cannot remember what this building name is but people visit this place when they come to Melbourne. See the school children in the photo...they are from England.

This river also I cannot remember the name. i think it Yara river. Last day in Melbourne early morning i walk to Victoria Market and take photos.

The Sandpiper

The Sandpiper by Robert Peterson

She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sandcastle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
"I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said.
"It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six." "Hi, Wendy." She giggled. "You're funny".
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
After a few days of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know, you say."
"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?" "I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and--oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
"When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."
"Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath

"She loved this beach so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left something for you ... if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird.
Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.

Tears welled up in my eyes and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I muttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.

NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less. Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis. This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment...even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses. This comes from someone's heart, and is shared with many and now I share it with you.

This story remind me not to be so stressful coz there are other person out there who more stressfull than me... i must bersyukur.

Meeting

Today meeting is simple due to not talking too much. My immediate bos did not turn up today so i was force to attend.. i have a bad habit that i don't like meeting... i think it is wasting of time .. talking the same things for every month..but today i think fruitful coz learn new things but ... still i heard the same things explain but of course ...new faces in the meeting ......

Actually i should attending coz it is one of my duty but ...as i say i had bad impression regarding meeting...meeting...meeting ...

Now i feel.. that i am having this attiude of my immediate boss...well coz under her for more than 10 years ... people don't like her attitude ... well ..am i the next person ... if i turn to be like her ...don't know...if yes then .. the coming 23 years will be a disaster for me ...

That why people always say environment do influence you .... well let see how the days ahead will be...

Meeting again... a lady and a guy from a company come to me to seek further explaination on the iron& steel qty why data import from Malaysia with Malaysia export to Singapore is not the same..... well my knowledge not that much but... both of them seem satisfied and the lady said 'it is the first time someone explain to her why data varies between nation' ...its really motivate me... thank you...

Don't forget to say thank you ...it do help others...spiritually