This is rare.
TeaD's actually going to post something political.
It's a general post on common sense but a political group seems to be a good example for this post today.
Bodo ah. Change party and your wife gets an automatic 3 strike divorce. Bodo ah.
Darn yakuzas got better sense than you. They cut off their finger if they screw up. But these dim-what-the-dily-yo decides to go all dumb-art like that.
Somewhere in the huge vast ocean, a devil just got a promotion for whispering this bad idea to member of an 'Islamic' party and it somehow went through the usually thick skull. They're probably exchanging notes right now.
Why is it wrong? Because the group you know today (good or bad) isn't going to be the same group you know in the future. There's going to be changes. There's going to be stuff you probably wouldn't like. And thanks to your stupid oath, you're going to stick around longer even know things just got corrupted or stupid. Yeah try wiggling out of that one!
Bodo Ah!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Auntie Cleaner VS Sales Pitch
Our company doesn't have that many clients. There's actually just about 3 or 4. The number of transactions is, of course, huge.
Introducing Sales Pitch as The Opponent:
When there's a new sales pitch for a new client, it's very important. Important enough to send email to my and my colleagues to clean up our place so that when they pass by, it looks decent. I'm rather disorganized so it could get a lil' bit messy.
So important looking guys and gals from important companies would go up escorted by the bosses and our corporate brain.
Introducing Auntie Cleaner as The Host:
Auntie is old. Like 60 or something. She'll ask what you want and tries to give what you ask for. Due to her age, don't be surprised if you get something else. Or just the thing you asked for minus sugar.
The Fight:
Sales pitch are important. So they prepare impressive slides and shows to wow the soon to be clients into buying. It needs careful planning and a small dose of hypnotism. Clients need to watch the slides, get into deep thinking and not get interupted. Interruptions are bad.
"Minum apa?!" is a good example of an interruption that you don't want to have.
She'd usually ask that in the Auntie style which includes the universal sign for 'drink', eye brow raised and the pitched voice of a busy chinese food stall. And with that age and bent-back, that means a nenek kebayan in orange shirt.
Which is bad. I imagined it nearly gave the clients a heart attack.
The company's CEO was just exasperated and said "Auntieee, ini meeting serious laaaaa". There goes my carefully planned sales pitch!!
The Result:
Auntie wins by total knockout.
Introducing Sales Pitch as The Opponent:
When there's a new sales pitch for a new client, it's very important. Important enough to send email to my and my colleagues to clean up our place so that when they pass by, it looks decent. I'm rather disorganized so it could get a lil' bit messy.
So important looking guys and gals from important companies would go up escorted by the bosses and our corporate brain.
Introducing Auntie Cleaner as The Host:
Auntie is old. Like 60 or something. She'll ask what you want and tries to give what you ask for. Due to her age, don't be surprised if you get something else. Or just the thing you asked for minus sugar.
The Fight:
Sales pitch are important. So they prepare impressive slides and shows to wow the soon to be clients into buying. It needs careful planning and a small dose of hypnotism. Clients need to watch the slides, get into deep thinking and not get interupted. Interruptions are bad.
"Minum apa?!" is a good example of an interruption that you don't want to have.
She'd usually ask that in the Auntie style which includes the universal sign for 'drink', eye brow raised and the pitched voice of a busy chinese food stall. And with that age and bent-back, that means a nenek kebayan in orange shirt.
Which is bad. I imagined it nearly gave the clients a heart attack.
The company's CEO was just exasperated and said "Auntieee, ini meeting serious laaaaa". There goes my carefully planned sales pitch!!
The Result:
Auntie wins by total knockout.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Sabar Out The Window
You might say I lost my temper today. It's a much lesser degree of "lost my temper" but basically it had my hands shaking while typing this post down and my 'out'burst in FB before.
I just had enough.
When you are an influential person, you have to be careful in what you say. If people listen and trust you (cause you're look trustworthy and talk rojak Arab + Malay + English), you should more responsible with the things you tell people. It's like being a teacher, kids just believe you and accept what you say. Even if you told them you're great granma was an alien they'd believe you (of course, this varies with age and maturity).
I bursted on a neo-salafi (i'd usually call them wahabis but they find it degrading and they seem to have forked out the concept or something). He was saying (translated):
... it's good the mosques there doesn't 'just do' qunut. To do qunut you have to have a reason and know when to do it, not everyday without purpose. What is prohibited? Yaasin every Thursday night? It's good that they don't do... because, it's better we read other surah as well, not just Yaasin only... Read More... because Yaasin is not the only surah in the Quran... tahlil? it's good if there are states that doesn't do them, because at least there are places where the people of the sunnah will feel at peace in places where they don't do what is shown by the Prophet. (to follow Islam) is to follow the Prophet... not to be added up with whatever you like. (added note) * as time past I'm more excited to finish the great As-Syafie's Al-Umm. *
I was angry because this statement was like twisting truth and taking the drops that you think most suitable for you. You concentrate on one small portion of a picture and ignore/burn the other parts.
I was angry because this statement put aside some of the greatest scholars in history in the name of the very thing they work so hard on to help us understand.
O Allah, forgive me if my anger is not justified.
I just had enough.
When you are an influential person, you have to be careful in what you say. If people listen and trust you (cause you're look trustworthy and talk rojak Arab + Malay + English), you should more responsible with the things you tell people. It's like being a teacher, kids just believe you and accept what you say. Even if you told them you're great granma was an alien they'd believe you (of course, this varies with age and maturity).
I bursted on a neo-salafi (i'd usually call them wahabis but they find it degrading and they seem to have forked out the concept or something). He was saying (translated):
... it's good the mosques there doesn't 'just do' qunut. To do qunut you have to have a reason and know when to do it, not everyday without purpose. What is prohibited? Yaasin every Thursday night? It's good that they don't do... because, it's better we read other surah as well, not just Yaasin only... Read More... because Yaasin is not the only surah in the Quran... tahlil? it's good if there are states that doesn't do them, because at least there are places where the people of the sunnah will feel at peace in places where they don't do what is shown by the Prophet. (to follow Islam) is to follow the Prophet... not to be added up with whatever you like. (added note) * as time past I'm more excited to finish the great As-Syafie's Al-Umm. *
I was angry because this statement was like twisting truth and taking the drops that you think most suitable for you. You concentrate on one small portion of a picture and ignore/burn the other parts.
I was angry because this statement put aside some of the greatest scholars in history in the name of the very thing they work so hard on to help us understand.
O Allah, forgive me if my anger is not justified.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
What Now...
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* yes i'm sorry that you clicked and loaded the whole post only to see a sad face. but that covers everything I want to show you today. Take care, guys/gals.
* yes i'm sorry that you clicked and loaded the whole post only to see a sad face. but that covers everything I want to show you today. Take care, guys/gals.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
I Got A Pea
Found this silly song here. I thought the lyric was pretty hilarious in a neat way.
Liked the (annoying) duck song too.
And don't forget the Bob The Snail song. It was cute! Snuggled with a snail and when he woke up the snail was on his forehead snoring. So he thought the little bugger couldn't sleep all night and was walking the whole time (being so slow, dude just reached his forehead). hah!
Okay, I'm bored. And a little worried. but enjoy the other songs at the site!
TD
Liked the (annoying) duck song too.
And don't forget the Bob The Snail song. It was cute! Snuggled with a snail and when he woke up the snail was on his forehead snoring. So he thought the little bugger couldn't sleep all night and was walking the whole time (being so slow, dude just reached his forehead). hah!
Okay, I'm bored. And a little worried. but enjoy the other songs at the site!
TD
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sur RoGates
I think it was a rather good movie. Some people said it was boring but I was pretty fascinated with it because it seems to be the next level of cyberspace.
Avatars walking around and nobody is really sure how the other person really look like. That 'cool chick' in cyberspace could indeed be a cool 'old fat dude with his thingy sticking out' in reality. Euww.
Make that double euww.
The thing about cyberspace eh. You can be anything. Being anonymous gives that feeling you could do anything, say anything. There's so much freedom there.
But I do wonder why, after a time, I feel like being known. I mean, I keep this blog so far rather semi-anonymous. There are people who know me in real life (they don't comment, but I have a feeling behind my neck that they're reading). I don't put dangerously life threatening stuffs as I did in PulledTea v1, but I guess I learned from it to know that being anonymous or known doesn't really matter much.
Just because people know who the blogger is doesn't mean they care.
Anyway.
Surrogates is a recommended thing. It's somewhat bizarre but I like it enough to say 'go watch!'.
Avatars walking around and nobody is really sure how the other person really look like. That 'cool chick' in cyberspace could indeed be a cool 'old fat dude with his thingy sticking out' in reality. Euww.
Make that double euww.
The thing about cyberspace eh. You can be anything. Being anonymous gives that feeling you could do anything, say anything. There's so much freedom there.
But I do wonder why, after a time, I feel like being known. I mean, I keep this blog so far rather semi-anonymous. There are people who know me in real life (they don't comment, but I have a feeling behind my neck that they're reading). I don't put dangerously life threatening stuffs as I did in PulledTea v1, but I guess I learned from it to know that being anonymous or known doesn't really matter much.
Just because people know who the blogger is doesn't mean they care.
Anyway.
Surrogates is a recommended thing. It's somewhat bizarre but I like it enough to say 'go watch!'.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Hol Imam Al-Haddad
I was at the Hol Imam Al-Haddad in Ampang. This is the first I attended out of 2 or 3 years since I've heard of it.
Imam Al-Haddad was blind since childhood (I am not sure if it was since birth) but had shown remarkable talent in the religious field and especially akhlak. This seemed to be the theme of his anniversary: akhlak or good conduct.
You can memorize all the books in the world but you wont get anywhere with bad akhlak.
It was good to be there. I was alone, none of the familiar faces of tariqa comrades were there and so I did kinda feel rather out of place: wearing a pink baju melayu in a human sea of white robes doesn't help. Oh, purple kain palikat. t'was twice odd only realized when I got there.
I enjoyed hearing the qasida read by Al-Haddad's great2 great2 great2 grandchildren. I loved getting my (possibly first?) ijaza. I loved the books sold there. Just great.
So that was Saturday. :)
Imam Al-Haddad was blind since childhood (I am not sure if it was since birth) but had shown remarkable talent in the religious field and especially akhlak. This seemed to be the theme of his anniversary: akhlak or good conduct.
You can memorize all the books in the world but you wont get anywhere with bad akhlak.
It was good to be there. I was alone, none of the familiar faces of tariqa comrades were there and so I did kinda feel rather out of place: wearing a pink baju melayu in a human sea of white robes doesn't help. Oh, purple kain palikat. t'was twice odd only realized when I got there.
I enjoyed hearing the qasida read by Al-Haddad's great2 great2 great2 grandchildren. I loved getting my (possibly first?) ijaza. I loved the books sold there. Just great.
So that was Saturday. :)
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