.The JOB.

Wow, now that I realized that I have left this thing unopened for almost a year, or has it? The thing is, I also realized that I should make use of this blog for a better purpose as in NewsFlash, Advertisement, Entertainment etc but not telling stories as if its a diary. I think I got it wrong now. So, maybe in near future, if I ever going to update you with stuff, its not going to be about my personal matter, but its going to be the things that happened around me and the things that we all should be aware of. Okay dokay, its time for The JOB.

March 3 2010

I accepted my First job and apparently, it has nothing to do with what I've spent my last four years learning about. I am (currently) the Senior Sales & Marketing Executive - Trainee of The Public Islamic Bank Berhad. I am working under the Regional Manager Sabah/Labuan and is based on Tawau, my lovely hometown. So, basically, I'm doing sales and marketing about the product that I know almost inside and out - the Bai Al Einah Personal Financing-i. Details of Product is as follows:-

Name of product : Bai Al Einah Personal Financing-i

Profit rate : 3.40% (for tenure of 2-3 years), 4.99% (for tenure of 4-15 years)
5.20% (for tenure of 16-20 years)

Product Feature : - No Guarantor
- No Deposits
- Free Insurance
- Can loan up to 20 years

Financial Margin : RM 5000 - RM 150,000

The best about this product is,
1. Its fast and hassle free.
2. You can bring home more cash (Out of the amount you've applied, we only dedct duty stamp Rm5 per thousand and RM 100 for the documentation fee.

ie Loan amount = RM 50, 000. You can bring home almost RM 49, 650.

Doesn't that makes life easier? You get it whenever you need it!


* Only applicable to selected agencies only.

.Where art thou?.

Please return this ayam to me as soon as possible. He has been gone for a week now.

.Resolution.

Its the year of 2010. Welcome~

I would have to hold and let go of 2009, since so many thing happened there. And now, I have to make some small goal, cos I know I would achieve some of it. So, here it goes...

1. Get a job that pays.

2. Get a job that utilizes the skills I have. ie Teaching

3. Money, gain them.

4. Finish my recitals.

5. At least, make them proud.

6. Last but not least . . . Get married with the one I love.

Amin ya rabbal alamin. May You make the path easier for me. Amin.

.I would.

Everything I own

You sheltered me from harm
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, set me free
The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you
And...

I would give anything I own
Give up my life, my heart, my home
I would give ev'rything I own
Just to have you back again

You taught me how to love
What it's of, what it's of
You never said too much
But still you showed the way
And I knew from watching you
Nobody else could ever know
The part of me that can't let go
And...

Is there someone you know
You're loving them so
But taking them all for granted?
You may lose them one day
Someone takes them away
And they don't hear
The words you long to say

Just to touch you once again

.Awakens.

"Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

~ Howard Thurman.

.The things I do.

It was the day after the interview. I decided maybe its time to shoot for something, since I got the girls with me that time. So, we went to an abandoned site next to the current Standard Chartered Bank in Jesselton city, to take some photos, because i've always wanted to go to that place and take some photos around it. It was decorated with somewhat called 'freestyle-graffiti', but it is cool! And here are some of the art i found, i took.

.Rest in peace dear Mama Ali.

4.00 am Monday (21.12.2009)

Ahmad Khalid called me at the stated time to let me know he had to drive back to Takuli ( on Beaufort) at that exact time. I was a bit hesitated to ask because i was soooo sleepy, but then he told me this.

A.Khalid : Dia, aku kena suruh balik ke Takuli sekarang ni Dia...

Me : uhmmm... okay. err... (but i was interrupted)

A.Khalid : Mama ali meninggal sudah, Dia...

Me : Siapa?

A.Khalid : Mama ali, Dia.

Me : pasal apa?

A. Khalid : Ndak tau jugak, sesak nafas bilang...

Me : Innalillah wa innaillaihirojiun. (heart beats faster)

Mama Ali, the name that i recognized from the first met in Takuli, which was the first meeting with Ahmad as well, has passed away that morning. I was still in denial until Allahyarham's son, Ali called me, himself at 8.30am to make sure that i know that Mama Ali really passed away. I was shocked. Speechless. The only woman who stand by me all the way, who supported me, who helped me a lot all the while when i was doing my practical term in Beaufort last year. Not only that, she was the only one who supported the beginning of my relationship with Ahmad. I told mummy about it when the morning came. And she was sad. I was devastated. I wanted to go to the funeral, at least to pay my final respect to her, but I can't. Thinking that i'm gonna in a place where not many people know me, and no one will care, i thought maybe its not a good idea to ask for permission to go. Its too far, well actually not far for me. But we're talking about my parents here, so i'll just kept the intention to fade for itself. I thought i can be strong for myself and for everyone who knows Mama ali, but i can't. I broke down when i first took my bath. I just can't help the feeling of losing her. She was the only one who treated me so kind after all these while. May Allah rest her soul in peace, may she be placed among the good. Amin.

I miss you, Mama Ali. :'(