Not Quite Mosquito Free


he Bee Hive, City Centre -I am back on track. Although not really full throttle, I am catching up God Willing. I was bedridden for 2 weeks due to Malaria Tapioca a.k.a Dengue Fever.


How do I feel? Resurrected. It took me 5 days to realise I had something more than a yoyo fever. Luckily it wasn’t too late. However, recovery would take time in spite of the long gone fever. In English they also call it Bone Breaking Fever, so you can imagine how it feels like to be sick.

I thought I was going to be paralysed. I am trying to familiarize myself with the life I used to lead. Striving to build my mental and physical strength now. I need lots of water, 100 Plus and vitamins. Pray for me and wish me luck, ok.


Besides having Aedes to wreck my health, currently I also have another type of mosquito bugging my life. This mosquito is also quite blood sucker. It infects people with its untrue stories. Makes this irritating noise that is destructible of others’ lives.


Therefore, I have decided to write A Memo to this mosquito;



Dear mosquito


What do you want from me? I think you should be thankful to God and move on with life. Dwelling and stirring hatred on peoples’ happiness would only make hurt your pride and dignity. Please look into your heart. Purify it. Be thankful to God, please my friend. I have nothing against you but if you try something. I always believe that justice shall prevail someday. 


I have no idea to sort out individuals who try so hard and never stop from making up stories and spreading speculations about others. My brain is cracking here. Anyone?


P/S: By the way mosquito, I don’t look like you. I have big eyes. Yes, I have some social skills and so do you. But hey, sorry to disappoint you but we are so different. Stop humiliating yourself will you? God Bless


Control of Thyself



’Kayu, City Centre“It is with the control of the self that respect shall be gained.” This is no words of wisdom from Yoda bequeathed upon me but from an elderly person that I admire of her calmness and perseverance.


What was her definition of self control? Is it a key to egoism or is it a sign of maturity? How do we balance both in juxtaposition and not go to extremes?


Does self control mean being in power? What are the differences between gaining power and letting power from within to flow and reach out the rest? Does power necessarily have to some level equate to evil?


I tried to decipher the beauty of being able to be in control of the self. It is beautiful when the essence is Iman….


An Excerpt of Handphonology


ity Centre – As everything was in the unending race against time, I paused to ponder on how technology has psychologically affected human beings today.

We could be dependent, influenced, engrossed or even traumatized by it and so forth. Let me demonstrate a simple example. A gadget that almost any creature own even a member of the anti-development aborigines from the jungles of Sarawak (This was depicted by an telecommunication ad if I’m not mistaken); Handphone / Telefon bimbit / Jawwaal.


We rely on them to retrieve phone numbers. In the old days, we’d memorise more than 10 phone numbers but today some admit memorising none. Not even the Telekom phone directory operator. (For your information the number is 103. No, you don’t have to add code number 03 before it la…My goodness!)


Influenced by its sophistication. The level of sophistication is believed to depict the owner’s financial status or technology literacy rate. For example, you own a bulky 3310 Nokia with the conservative tit tut tit sound (Monophonic seems to be a too extravagant word to describe the tone). Then when most of the people around you have live talking and mini disco sounds, you start to have low self-esteem embossed with your bloody handset. You’d rather set it on vibrate mode and  than having the ring tone heard by the whole office.


A hand phone breeds trauma when it comes with technical malfunctions especially when it beeps non stop loudly and you don’t know what the heck is wrong with it especially when its worth 2 months of your salary. Worst of all, it belongs to your boss and wants YOU to handle it WITHOUT damage.

It also creates trauma through those who you fear of their calls. Banks, your exes, stalkers, your ‘one day despised because of his attitude’ boyfriend, your nagging mother in-law or etc. That is Direct Trauma whereas Indirect Trauma occurs when your loved one finds illicit messages from your fans (or even scandals for some) in your phone and makes your life miserable for the whole week. 

*All of these deductions are from the samples of my research. I thank my subjects of their invaluable cooperation and free service.

The Past


ity Centre – I’ve read once that not letting go of your past would hold you back from moving forward in life. How true this thesis could be proven depends on one’s thought and experience I guess.

I myself would have to concur with the conclusion on the detriments of the past. Here I’d refer to the negative pasts. They could be those that would scar you deeply. They could also be sorrowful yet full of meaning.

During the earlier phase of my adolescence, I used to dwell into sadness quite often. It really showed not only on my face but especially in the eyes. Till one day, my great mentor shook me up and told me that our brain is not meant for storing rubbish. Just put them in a box and throw it away. Forever.

Alhamdulillah, I was 17 then and it wasn’t too late for anything too change in this world. I’ve learnt to accept and forget ever since. By leaving the past I was able to savour the good things that came to me with the feeling of Syukur. One simple word but undeniably theultimate key of contentment in life.

I am gratefully thankful to Allah for unendingly sending angels in disguise to teach me and support me till today. Knowing or not whether they are those angels, I thank them too and I shall have them in my prayers always, God Willing. Ameen..

Maiming Industrial Training


few days ago, a lecturer of mine debunked the idea of “Industrial Training” being a part and parcel of certain degree courses. From his experience in visiting his previous students at the organizations they were attached with, the job delegations were simply useless. He contended that instead of practicing what they have learnt in Uni, they were only given to do all the phone calls, photocopying and other “donkey works”. Conclusion, Industrial Training is just a waste of time.

He also shared with us on a conversation he had with an Indonesian graduate during his visit in a University few years ago. He compared our students with Indonesian students where he recalled that one of them claimed that “We were trained to create employment and not to seek jobs from the government. We were trained to survive.”

Then he questioned why are our students not as tough as those Indonesian students. Is it the fault of the lecturers or is it the Malaysian Education System?

Industrial Training the Road to Hell?

Industrial Training is what it is as you DEEM it to be. If you think you shtupid when you shpeak Malay, then what to do? Aiyo. True enough as a freshie, mostly are not required to do tasks that would involve in major decision makings or coming up with spectacular ideas that would move the world. However, what these freshes don’t realise is that they can be evaluated by the employer or manager from these teeny weeny simple tasks.

For example, you are instructed to do some simple editing, printing, cutting, photocopying or stapling for so many documents. Although it seems so simple but doing it over and over again would incur mistakes. So, it is up to you on how to organize your tasks to ensure that you can do it within the shortest time frame, without any errors and of course your work or product has to be tidy and well presented. It depicts your efficiency and credibility. Most of all, it is the opportunity of self image building as a potential employee.

Making phone calls maybe a boring job but tell me how many university students are fluent on the phone? Do they really know what to say and the proper manner and language to say it? Rarely. So Industrial Training is definitely the period to really learn and familiarise graduates with the system of an organization. I don’t think all courses practically teach students how to reply to a phone call, handle a problematic photocopy machine nor how to answer to an unsatisfied client.

I believe that industrial training is a period of exposure and familiarising ourselves with the environment. It opens up our eyes and tells us that “This is the real world. Just like Montessories teaching kids to mix up with other kids which then prepares you for kindergarten. Then you enrol for primary education and secondary school. The working realm is the same thing. It requires a preparation phase.

In fact, I learnt that no matter how old you’re gonna get. What position you are. When you are put in a new environment, you might have to start from scratch and bound to be bullied or ridiculed for your ignorance. (Then again that depends on how stupid you are. If you think you stupid when you speak malay then up to you la. Hahaha, just felt like putting this sentence since everyone is doing it. Even though its not related here. Shemi, it’s my blog and I can put whatever I want. So read it or go away. I’m trying my best to share things here God damn it.)

For example, a father of my friend used to be the number 3 in the Anti-Corruption Agency in Malaysia for years. Then he retired and he was hired by a big corporate firm. Imagine, being a big boss he used to have so many people doing small things for him. At the new place, he has to struggle by himself to get information and materials that he needed. Of course he was ridiculed and he wasn’t used to how the system worked over there. Today, he excels in his job and he’s recognised for his job.

So none of us should feel ashamed nor degraded when we are bullied, ridiculed nor degraded. We should take it as a challenge to improvise ourselves.

Mental Academe Suppression


urger King, Sri Property Mas – It has been a delicate situation for me for the past few weeks. There were moments when my mind was inundated with ideas but all I could do was to keep mum. Silence is the best policy. Why? Why? Why?

The environment disallows me from doing so. I am in a dilemma of what to say and what not. I fear of blurting the triggers of sensitivity. On one side, I wished to share with the rest what I thought and to have a dialogue of minds. On the other part, I didn’t want them to nurture any sense of prejudice towards me. My principle is that; I come for peace. I guess I adhere to what Rafsanjani had proposed in the UN. That doesn’t mean I’m a Shi’ite though.

Being brought up in a multiracial environment, I’ve never felt any discrimination towards others. From where I came from, people were cooperative and respected their different traditions. Well at least in the society where I was brought up with. The Malays, Javanese, Arabs, Chinese and Indians were friendly to each other. Glitches were minimal of course.

So here I am, still adjusting the blueprint of my jurisdiction. It is disheartening to see the outcome of colonialism today. The divide and rule system has subtly left us with cracks within the nation. I really hope it will never break up like it did in 1969. God Forbid!