Are Angels OK?

There’s Nobody there Anymore

tsue ahmed — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 05:46:55 +0000

My heart used to thud thud thud each time the plane touch down at KLIA, cos i used to have fun in KL, in the form of companionship. Not anymore. I could meet up with hundreds of familiar faces, but even the most familiar face feels like a stranger’s. When the heart’s changed, so does the mind, body and soul. I don’t want to go to KL anymore. There’s nobody, amonsgt everbody, anybody.

tsue ahmed — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 10:33:21 +0000

I”m exhausted. I don’t want to the rainbow anymore.

Grover’s Dead

tsue ahmed — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 15:04:23 +0000

Behind these doors, there’s always another story. A broken hearted girl, an abused son, a happy friend, or a dying lover.. A dying lover.

Why would a person go beyond the limit just to say, i love you? But instead welcomed with a nod, nothing more, nothing less. Are angels okay? They’re not, and so am i. I’m not okay

Loving In Desperation

tsue ahmed — Sun, 08 Jul 2007 06:01:13 +0000

The more i live, the more i fall in love with the twist and turns of events. Him in love with his past, me crazy in love with him, the other, all the while will always be there for us. This heart is freezing but i won’t stop. No way.

Be The Rainbow

tsue ahmed — Thu, 21 Jun 2007 02:27:05 +0000

Be the rainbow and light up another’s life. You have no idea how big the other fellow’s troubles are, that’s what Bertie Charles Forbes said. Sudirman was right, our entree into the world is short and sweet, yet the effect is tremendously healing

Party Poopers Leave Us Alone

tsue ahmed — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 02:42:23 +0000

I purposely hate this particular one type of people. The kin that kills the excitement of others in his enthusiasm for being celebrated but then decided to play a surprisingly irritating humble low profile. Example. Office party is about to start but one person or two decide a grand entrance, despite numerous notices and phone calls. Or a celebrated boy who starts making others who unfortunately feel like celebrating him, wait. Example, a small dinner or makan-makan is planned in detail to celebrate a person’s resignation, but the person himself is playing cat and mouse with the planner. What the hell? And it’s not even a surprise party. Participation of the person is well encouraged but he leaves people in the dark. Where’s the team spirit man?

Assistant Registrar : The Extinct Species

tsue ahmed — Sun, 21 Jan 2007 08:19:18 +0000

Each time i talked to any officer who serves our University, i had this tingling sensation on my cheeks, down my spine, each time and without fail. It’s because i trust nobody. Rule number one, when working in any institution, especially corporated or government’s, you should not make the mistake of trusting a soul by any means. This later agrees on the fact that you’re a nobody, meaning, you’re just tiny fly on somebody’s wall, without somebody up there to throw you a rope and shout, join in!

I’ have learnt, with great pain , that people pay less attention to you when you’re not somebody big’s daughter, or son, on grandson or nephew in this University. But in other hand, it’s also a bliss. You don’t have to uphold a family’s leagcy or something like it, you don’t have to hear a clerk talking bad your brother who works in the office just next to you.

Life does not come easy when you’re a nobody. In addition, you’ve to suffer the same person asking you the same question, which department are you in again? It makes me want to throw my head back and laugh. They do the usual underestimating stuff around here quite a lot too, and i am getting pretty disgusted. Does it matter?

Assistant Registrars’ strength lie in the Registrar himself. But so far, the slogan United We Stand is a taboo among us here. Pegawai Pentadbir Universiti N41 and above is a league of its own. Here we have to deal with lecturers, some arrogant, despite the saying, semakin berisi semakin tunduk, but most of them are, thank god, also quite tolerable. But hey, that’s pegawai tadbir for us.It’s a vicious circle of pentadbiran where dog eats dog in this University. And i am utterly disgusted. It’s like chasing my own tail. Woof! Woof!!

Apa itu Cinta?

tsue ahmed — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 10:47:45 +0000

I’ve watched Cinta. Pirated version. Fasha Sanda and Eizlan are a major turn off. Sharifah Amani, well, i’ve always been annoyed with her squeaky fake cute voice and pierre Andre, he badly needs a shower or a hair gel.

What i like about Cinta is Nanu and Que. And of course, the first actress who could sepan correct Kedah Dialect with the littlest effort but made it meaningful, Fatimah Busu (notice the way she pronnouce LAIN, very Kedah and the amazing Rahim Razali.

Nobody can beat a sister’s love to his brother, so that’s the most meaningful cinta. And the best cinta is Cinta kepada Allah.

Oh yeah..Fasha and Rita Rudaini can go to hell.

Aku cinta padamu? Cinta dan sayang sama kah?

I don’t love you anymore..

The Silent Culture

tsue ahmed — Sat, 23 Dec 2006 17:12:22 +0000

After reading an article by one particular Datuk Mohmad Shaid Taufik who claimed he’s the ex-Mayor for KL in Pena Budiman, utusan Malaysia, 23 Dec 2006, i am called to at least, say something. The rub-a-dub-dub is about the silence culture in the meeting boardroom. When young executives chose to eat doughnuts when others did the same, but opt to zipped their mouth comes to brainstorming or chucking out opinions. THere are numbers of factors which lead to this phenomenon. Maniacal bosses who dish his subordinates duirng meetings, hyper-sensitive bosses, or stupid proud bosses are a few to mention. Let me quote:

“Ada orang megtakan fenomena membisu dalam mesyuarat ini sebenarnya telah menjadi satu budaya. Apabila ketua bercakap, ahlis mesyuarat jangan sekali-kali memberi pendangan yang berbeza. Ia dianggap tidak hormat.”

“Ada seseorang pula berpendapat bahawa pegawai-pegawai ini sebenarnya bijak. Lihatlah sahaja percakapan mereka di luar mesyuarat atau di mesyuarat-0mesyuarat tidak formal. Jelas bahawa mereka berpengetahuan terkini, berfikiran kritis dan realistik di samping dapat bergaul mesra.”

I never said a thing during meetings, since i’m always the susbtitue for some dick head, bidan terjun, and what craps. So i keep quiet. Almost. Come to staff meeting, i always become suicidal. The boss wouldn’t stop his self pity anecdotes and enjoyed tormenting us with them. Once i stood up and left the room, boy i got the best kutukan terhina di dunia. My life was ruined for about a month but well yeah, who’d want to listen to random craps and self pities and over-told stories?

I have never attended meetings overseas. The article said meetings are way healthier over there and the chairman really defines the designation.

Crossword Puzzle Embedding Malaysian Muslims

tsue ahmed — Tue, 14 Nov 2006 04:16:15 +0000

I am bemused by the bombarding of e-mails on crosses. Crosses appearing on ice cream cookies and crosses on top of an IPTA building. I’m a Muslim. But i can’t let some designer or architect or chef’s wild creativities gone wrong disturb my sleeps. Do i turn into a Christian just by looking at a cross? No. Did i had trouble reciting my Quranic verses or Kalimah Syahadah just because there’s dysfunctional architecture on the rooftop resembling a cross? No. I failed my exams? Hell, no. Should i believe i would, then i will. The same with my faith. If i stared 24-7 at the Quranic verses yet i do not believe, then my Iman is in pieces. If you look at a puzzled toad and thought it could cure your warts, by all means, it can. So people of all races and faith, please hold on to your beliefs, and respect others’ too. Muslims in Malaysia should not be worrying about architectural designs on buildings and pastries, instead how many of them paid their zakats? Or give to the poor? Muslims female artists crooned and showed off all their ‘assets’ and later circulate their gains by performing Hajj and feeding the orphans!! Too many of us commited apostasy but too little of them cares. How many Malays, which almost all are Muslims, fell out with schools and abandon their education? Help Muslims to help themselves, not creating another much a do about nothing on some symbols appearing on some materials. When we begin to worry about the wrong thing, where’s the priority? Are we just a rich soceity but condemned with poor souls? Speak with susbstance. Stop worrying and start living, eat the fact and open up a little so that the others won’t close in on us.