Sorry

That long posting was done actually during one of the FC Meeting, where I was the secretariat. People were talking nonsense and I managed to blog !(in word of course)

I know I have been getting sloppy in blogging. I know you guys miss me! :) I miss blog hopping as well.

The Seminar, We Did It!

So, I have been silence for the past two weeks.

So, it is.

We were busy preparing for the retreat that we have yearly. I didn’t think I did very well last year, there were rooms for improvement, there were booked room left unoccupied. The boss, however, called me up on the stage, announcing to the participants on the hard work I’ve done. I was proud, and it was clearly shown how proud he was with me. It is something that I carry on forever with me, being appreciated that way. I knew he has noticed the hard work I’ve done, the commitment I’ve shown. I handled everything, I took care of the participants invitation and the VIPs’ too, with NFK’s help, of course. I handled the presenter papers and printings, with Ida’s help. I handled the hotel arrangement, with KT’s help. The only things that I don’t have my hands in is the dinner. I let the sub-committee of dinner handled everything, I was just there enjoying how good were Ena and Sob emceeing. But ShBH saw the hard work I’ve done and he appreciated it. He made sure the whole company appreciate that too. I’d be telling Azam Zikry one day, of all the hard work I’ve done, my boss made me stand on the stage and ask the whole floor to applause me.

This year SBH the Boss decided for Ida to take the lead together with PK. I think the arrangement were superb, since this is the first time they were in together. They might handled things differently, both of them were people-people. They like to be deciding the things together. I was a bit impatient with them being indecisive, but they managed to pull it through, together. I am proud.

I, however, am a little bit disappointed with INI. She didn’t take the opportunity to show people how capable she was in leading a team of people, and what saddened me most is when she said, “I didn’t even know that I am supposed to be the second man and lead the whole group”. That’s a little bit awkward, isn’t it. She was also ‘not there’ first thing in the morning to ensure everything was fine, she left it to her boss, PK. I didn’t know what’s gotten into her, she is a responsible and committed person to me. Why sucker on this one? I gotta go and speak to her one of these days.

PK, being PK, is the kinda person who sits together with all to decide on all things, from the tiniest to the largest. He wanted to make sure that everyone is happy with the arrangement he’s gonna make. He dealt with everyone and made sure that he knows about every arrangement we made. He roped in the boss in almost all the decision.

We didn’t have problem with the participants. Some were very understanding when we told that the souvenirs were not enough on the second day. (how it would be enough, the souvenirs were purchased when the list was first finalized, and the Captain decide to revisit and revisit the list). The paper quality was great, I think. We managed to pull in the authority to give their thoughts. The environment guy was there too. Three Mat Salehs were there, making it more prestigious, you know how people look at the guys with blue eyes!. The trip to the site was smooth and great. Food was fantastic. The hotel service was a bit disappointed, I think.

SBH was there as the usherette and I think he did great. He really wanted to make PK and INI feel that he is supporting their leadership, even with the smallest work, i.e. ushering.

I think MizAnoi was a real pure, born blunder. Our key note speaker is the most protocol person in the whole org, and of all the people, she chose to announce his title wrongly. I quickly went to her and calmed her down, then I asked her to apologize publicly. No, she didn’t do that. She was too proud doing that. Sorry is the last she would say.

Yes, disappointed I was with PK and INI before the event, the way they work just doesn’t match mine. But I know they will pull through together. I know they will. Because I know, they are committed to the event happening, as much as I did last year. And I have to accept the fact they have their own style of working, I bit my lip through out the time, being there whenever they needed me. As SOB recited the morning doa just before the event started, tears went down on my cheek, for the event was really happening, for the bravery I’ve shown biting my own lips all the time to let these two shine, for the commitment these two had, for all the participants who came uncomplaining about the insufficient of the course material. Alhamdullilah, I recited and had to run to the technical room just to wipe off the tears!

Silly!

Why Couldn't People Understand?

I'd like very much for you guys to read Muaz' blog (that I haven't read quite a while since the IT Dept has blocked the blogspot) at http://az95.blogspot.com/ titled Isn't Everybody Unique?

Muaz is very much, hmm a weird guy, (Sorry, my vocab just couldn't find any other words to substitute), at school. At first, he looks like a Japanese where everybody else looks like typical orang Perak, or orang Johor or other states. Then he walked differently. He looked at people like he 'stared' at them. He listened to musics that others don't hear. The only music of his that I like is of course, Def Leppard. He then wrote English not the way we wrote, simply because his vocabulary are very very much expanded than ours. He talked fast. Those made him weird.

It is true that people who don't behave like us are weird in our eyes.

But that doesn't make them good friends. Muaz was very much like one. I can't tell why, but he has very soft spot for me. He helped us the girls, during our debate season. He smiled, once he gets to know you, not like any other Form Four Baru. Perhaps he wasn't there to be the shoulder to cry on, simply because he talked fast ( I think he still do now), but he is there, we know.

When I finally found him on the IRC when we were at the States, I was thrilled. Hey, at least there are a few more of the clans in the States. He then got little fling with a good friend of mine when we were at the States. They broke up and still that doesn't change what I felt of him.

So, reading his blog, I know that he is still the weird guy. He admit his being difference from the rest of the colleagues and I quote,

I may not eat the things they eat. Eggs, durians, or whatever.
I may not listen to the music they delve in, be it '80s Malay male and female pop, or whatever.
I may not drive the "normal" cars like them. Protons, Peroduas et cetera. (oh yes he drive a Mini that I think so not cool! and he refers his Mini as Stellar)
I may not chat much about football, or anything much that they chat about.
I may not appreciate or watch certain sports or certain TV programs like them, football included.
I may have different opinions on certain things, be it similar or different from them, but then again, I do think I am entitled to voice out.
I may not dirty my lungs with cigarette smokes like they do.
I may not have the facial feature they like. (Ha? People then notice that he looks like a Japanese? I thought I was the only one)
I may not have the same dreams of owning a house or driving hire-purchase cars like they do.
I may not listen to Adam Ahmad every morning like somebody I know did. And I didn't pester people with my music (hence the headphone collection I have).
Unquoted.

I couldn't agree more. Life is so much beautiful because people are different from each other.

However, I must insist that we must respected each other's uniqueness (or weirdness)

For example.

If you don't like football, don't belittle those who woke up at 3 a.m. to watch the 'stupid game', how stupid you think that it. Don't ever mention the word stupid, just respect the game and the hobby as it is.
If you dont' like mellow soft songs, like Malay in the 80s, don't say that those who listen are simply outdated or unproductive. Respect people's favorite music.
If you think AF4 is boring, do not condemn those who waited 8:30 for the concert. Do not ever keep comparing Mawi and Faisal, that just irritates people. Keep your opinion to yourself, unless asked.
If you are not a smoker, who chose not to smoke because you want to protect your lungs and the loved ones', do not make faces when the puff people happened to make at mamak store. Unless the puff was directed to you. Similarly, if you are a smoker, choose your ciggy break spot wisely.

And ponder upon what he wrote at the end.
Quote:
I know people are unique. And they have all the rights to being that. I just appreciate the simple beauty of it.
Unqtd.

Positive Feedbacks

(Wow! I never knew that we can still access www.blogspot.com. I thought nobody read my blogs nowadays)

Went over to Zilis’ office for a legal case meeting (which I think we will win yay!) and stopped over her office to chat.

Was actually trying to ask Zilis about how she feels about Mawi’s recent hu-ha. First the fiancé and then the dad. I knew she’ll answer, she doesn’t care, she loves Mawi no matter what.

Not that I care about how the engagement will end (I kinda predicted that it will end up this way, never expected it will be such a big hu-ha for four consecutive days! It event took up one whole page of Utusan the other day!) but I felt sympathy towards him and the whole family. Imagine your whole personal life is written in all papers in the nation. Foohhh…. I don’t think I could stand that. That’s why Clipperseep is born genius who will end up as gorgeous engineer.

Many had also asked about the 5 Love Language I’ve written. You guys loved it eh when it come to words LOVE. The first one that I read is plain 5 Love Language. Kana bought it and me and The Man were fighting over to read it. Then the author wrote another one, 5 Love Language for Children.

I haven’t written about Words of Affirmation (which Zilis thinks is hers). A child whose primary love language is Words of Affirmation, answered, when asked how did she know the mother loves her, “I knew it because she always tell me that she love me, that my hair looks nice, that she appreciate I help her with the garbage”.

After all, everybody needs positive feedback about themselves, don’t we?

Speaking of positive feedback, my office had just finished an exercise of writing 5 positive values of each one at work on a piece of paper and distribute it after that. The writer should remain anynomous but hey, I kinda know everyone’s handwriting. This is the list of what I can remember most of them write:

1. My two bosses which I reported to say that I am creative. In fact, creative is the only thing my direct boss wrote! (lazy bum, he is!)
2. that I am stylish, one even write ‘celebrity’ kakakah (jangan jealous eh)
3. committed to work, just like my boss.
4. hardworking
5. MD wrote that everything about me is fantastic
6. some wrote that I am organized (looks like the act of kononnya meja teratur berjaya!)
7. humble
8. knowledgeable
9. jovial and mesra
10. mizanoi, trying not to see my other traits, wrote “You are very helpful”.
11. good mother (I love this one)
12. sob wrote that I am a good blogger (of course I know it’s you, sob, who else read my blog at work? Or who else is given the permission to read my blog but you)
13. task oriented and willing to expand to doing other things (that come from the boss, you know! Looks like he wants me to do more of other job)
14. dependable
15. responsible
16. jay wrote that I am understanding (of course, after all the shits she put up and I am still there supporting her)

Isn’t it great?

Positive feedback is like food to our souls. We can only function well if our emotional tank is full, wrote Gary Chapman. So, drop me a comment requesting one and I will write you list of positive feedbacks so that it will just make your day! (jangan le malu!)

5 Love Languanges

I read 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman about three years ago and remember the things thought in the book very vividly. Recently, Akma presented me with 5 Love Languages for Children that I recommended her to buy (which she then ordered for me, too, isn't she just sweet?) and I enjoyed this one much more.

Basically, there are 5 Love Languages human spoken and there are:

1. Physical Touch
2. Gifts
3. Acts of Service
4. Quality Time
5. Words of Affirmation

This book didn't only teach me of what is my Love Language, how to find the Man's love language, but it teaches me the whole lot of story about showing love. In principal, people show love the way they wanted to be loved and that 'way' is their primary love language. There are many people who love their family to bits but their parents / spouse / children never felt it so. That is because they don't show the love they way that the family wanted.

After reading, I found out my primary love language is Physical Touch and followed by Gifts. What it means is, The Man can always tell me that he loves me but if he doesn't touch me when say it out, I won't feel it. That explains why do I never thought that his voice is romantic over the phone (as what is claimed by the Kelantan girl he had huge crush for). That explains why did I went to his door and kissed him on the cheek after he said the word sayang for the first time on the phone. That explains why did I always put on show everytime we went out together for movie or something and he never hold my hands.

My secondary language, i.e Gifts, shows that I 'see' love from people from the gifts they gave me. (No wonder I love birthdays so much!). Gifts that are wrapped shown that they were chosen with care and of course, with love. CDs that were sold at the entrance of the mall shows that they never bother to think of what to give in advance, rather they prefer to just chose what's the store is offering. Big NO! I also found myself favoring wearing the baju that people gave me (example the batik Terengganu mom in law gave) in front of them. And dressing the Boy too, at the very moment when the shirts or pants were presented to us. I can undress the Boy in a split of second and put on the clothings they just gave. It is important for me to show people that their gifts are appreciated.

The Man's primary is Act of Service followed by Quality Time. He loved it when I ironed his shirt and never forget to say thank you. He mumbles when I haven't cook for a week. He loves it when I do the ear things and can spent hours on my laps. He noticed when I spring cleaned the living room. He loves it when I made chicken soup and porridge and brought the food over to the bed whenever he was sick.

Then, on Quality time, he made sure that we spent our 29th in our own way, whether go out for a movie, or dinner. He made sure that he gets the privilege to bath the Boy so that the Boy will notice that, "Bath time = fun time = Time with Daddy!".

The book will tell you on how to find your own and your spouse love language. Go ready, it would do you lots of wonder. The most important thing is for you to 'speak' the spouse's language so that he will not feel unloved.

I made sure that how tired I was, whenever he started complaining about getting bored eating outside, I drank the whole cup of coffee to stay alert and start dinner. I gave him a massage once a while when he complained about the backache. I sometimes offer to bank in his cheques. Once I took leave and send his car for service first thing in the morning.

With children under 5, it is easy, speak all the five love languages and they will love it. The primary language will start appearing and you'll notice it. Through out life, the primary language can change.

Go read the book.