Mujo

Mujo or mujur in Standard Bahasa means "fortunate" or "lucky". In Terengganu it means more than that. Mujo is an attitude, a testament to the optimism of the Terengganu folks. I believe that Terengganunese are optimistic. I haven't heard of any suicides there yet. No news whatsoever of people jumping down from coconut trees or drinking expired budu (preserved anchovy thick sauce) neat in order to expire themselves. You must remember that Terengganu people lived with ferries, morning papers that came in the night and other things people in the West Coast take for granted. In spite of doing without 4D shops, discos, malls or Hot Spot-enabled coffee houses, they are surviving well without any mental hospital in sight. All because they have mujo .

Like I mentioned previously, mujo encapsulate a philosophy in itself. It means one should thank God that it is not worse. Time for an illustration.

(Cut to a scene of 3 village ladies in their kemban washing clothes by the village well)
Mok Long Selamoh : Guane doh adik mung Mek?
(How is your brother Mek?)

Mok Teh Som :Bakpe pulok adik dia?
(What happened to her brother?)

Mok Long Selamoh : Laaa! Mung dok tau ke Som?
(You don't know Som?)

Mok Teh Som : Dok tau setarang kita.
(I don't know anything)

Mok Long Selamoh : Adik Mek ni kena langgor lori kemareng.
(Mek's brother was knocked down by a lorry yesterday)

Mek Beso : Bukang lori Mok Long, beng ikang!
(It wasn't a lorry Mok Long, it was a fish van)

Mok Long Selamoh : Mujo bukang lori!
(Lucky it wasn't a lorry)

Mok Teh Som : Pah tu? Terok ke?
(Then? Was he seriously injured?)

Mek Beso :Kaki patah sebelah......
(One leg was broken)

Mok Teh Som : Mujo dok patoh dua dua
(Lucky both legs weren't broken)

Mok Long Selamoh : Tu pong mujo dreba beng dang brek.
(It was lucky that the van driver braked in time)

Mek Beso : Mujo beng tu dok laju..
(Lucky the van wasn't going fast..)
(Fade to black.)

If both legs were broken, the response would be "Mujo dok pecoh pala" (Lucky the head wasn't broken). If the head WAS broken, the response would be "Mujo dok mati" (Lucky he didn't die). If the worst happened and the brother died, the mujo would still surface.
"Mujo lah bukang adik kita" (Lucky it wasn't my brother). You get the drift.

Mujo . A nice word. Adopt it. Embrace it. It will preserve your sanity.

Cantik vs Mahal

"Kenapa apa-apa yang cantik mesti mahal? And kenapa saya selalu berminat kepada benda-benda yang cantik? Huuwwaaa sedih la camni.."

Luahan selepas mengetahui harga dress idaman yang mencakupi sebulan gaji saya.. Sungguh tak bertimbang rasa si pembuat dress itu. Sedih sedih sedih sedihhhhhhhhhh....

What i like most during a soccer match

Memenuhkan ruangan home kawan-kawan dengan melantik diri menjadi commentator tak bertauliah di Facebook.. ;p

p/s: Entry basi :D

You Can Shine

That's my new year's resolution;
I want to shine and be a light to this world.
Ameen..

Shine disini bukanlah bermaksud saya mahu rambut berkilau dan menggerbang kemudian kembali terurus guna jari pun boleh bila jatuh ke bahu ataupun terer bermain violin sehingga memenangi classical music contest dan mendapat tepukan gemuruh sehingga ada yang dengki khianat.. :D

Happy new year everybody! Have a shining year ahead. Bless..

A Professional Mistake

I found this interesting and wanna share with you guys. Copied and forwarded from a friend of mine. Those BOLD lines are the feelings that many of us have felt before…110% sure!.. Ahahah …put your hands up if you felt it too!!

On the very first day you reported to work….(after graduation)

Your alarm rings, signaling another brand new day. You get up, looking forward for another new day of challenge, another new day to learn. After washing up, you put on your office outfit, giving you that professional look, one that you believe many out there envy. Breakfast follows (perhaps), and you head off to your office. You’re one of the earliest to arrive, ahead of all your superior and when they come in later, they greet you and you feel all charged up for another productive day. Plenty to do and learn and hence, you are prepared to stay back late to do all that is necessary. If you’re currently doing a degree in finance, accounting or law, (engineering!) the above is probably what you’ve been waiting for all these years. You work your ass off (well... most of you) in university because it’s your dream to join one of those big glamorous firms out there in the market. Lawyers and accountants are the usual suspects for this curse. Once graduated, all of them will run like headless chicken towards those big firms. If you’re an accounting student, you want to be an auditor in one of the Big-4 right?

Well, if you do make it, it’s like a dream come true. In such firms, you get a personal computer, maybe a notebook (wow!). All your stationeries are free, and it’s also the first time you step into a ‘pantry’, where you can make your own coffee, just like those nice offices in TVB series. Next, you get an exclusive e-mail, the domain after your name is not the ordinary @gmail.com or @hotmail.com or @yahoo.com... No, it’s not, it’s your-name@a-big-and-glamorous-firm.com. You can’t wait to tell that to your friend. Then comes the feeling of giving a business card with your name on it, and it’s not any other business card, it’s one with your name on it, it’s one that signifies you’re an employee with a-big-and-glamorous-firm. And... the word below your name is not a lowly “accounts executive”… the word below your name is exclusive... the word below your name is... “Associate”. And when your friend gives you the “Wow, you’re an associate with this firm?”... you get into instant orgasm.

3 or 6 months into your job, you will then be experiencing the euphoria of saying... I-am-very-busy... I-have-a-lot-work... I-worked-till-very-late-last-night... I-can't-make-it-for-the-gathering-cos-I-have-to-work-this-weekend. Yeah, it’s an euphoria because to you, it’s a privilege to be busy, it’s very cool to work late, you’re very proud to work in during weekends. When you utter such words, a sense of arrogance and pride radiates from you. You feel great because working so hard means you learnt a lot of things, those not in the professional industry somehow looks lowly to you. You feel big, you feel you’re a level smarter than them .Reality will tend to sink in within 2 years or so, though the duration seems to be getting shorter and shorter now with the younger generation.

First, you will probably ask yourself, how come a graduate like you must do all sorts of donkey jobs such as photocopying, checking invoices, going through pile and pile of documents and filing. You will also be wondering how come your superior whom you once looked up to have to suck up to clients. Oh yeah... most all clients are unreasonable.

If you’re an accountant, you will probably realize that there is no such thing called a ‘balance’ sheet. It’s balanced because you did the balancing act so that your big boss can sign on it and certify it as ‘true and fair’. Yeah... signing on accounts, the job that you once dreamed of... isn’t exactly all a bed of roses. You then realize that you will probably never reach that “just-need-to-sign-only stage” but hey... it’s ok, you probably hate that job by now. When you tell your client something, chances are you are just as blur and confuse as them. But you have to act as though you’re an expert because you’re the con-sul-tant. This is just a glimpse of it.

Now, all the late nights and irregular meals will probably caused you to age 8 years in 2 years. Those I-am-very-busy... I-have-a-lot-work... I-worked-till-very-late-last-night... I-can't-make-it-for-the-gathering-cos-I-have-to-work-this-weekend will take its toll on your body and it will show. You will probably look very skinny... or very far... you will certainly look old and worn out. Working late and spending weekends in the office is no longer a cool thing but absolute stupidity. But hey... you will still have to do it, because there’s still much work to be done.

By now, all your friends who ended up as salesmen or doing other thing except being a professional, those whom you felt superior to are driving anything but a proton. But for you, it’s time to think whether you should buy a proton cause your perodua is beginning to give you problem. Of course, if your father is well-connected fella, things can be different.

But if you’re not, tough luck. You’ll be wondering how come you’re generally under-paid. Those exposure and learning curve that you once craved are no longer relevant. You want to make more money. But unless you’re a partner of the glamorous firm, money can be a little tough to come by.

At this point of time, probably after 3, 4 or 5 years, you finally realized that document you signed when you first joined the glamorous firm was nothing but lies. Then, you decide to ply your trade in the commercial world, you leave those glamorous firm. You think joining a commercial firm will bring about a good change, not knowing that such move means you switched from being a ‘profit centre’ to a ‘cost centre’. One of the main effect of the switch is that you will be working doubly hard compared to the profit centre, which probably includes a lot of late nights too... but your salary and bonus is much lower compared to profit centre. What does this mean... a story for another time. 

One thing for sure... your morning will now be something like...

Your alarm rings, signaling another day... another weekday. You get up, after snoozing the alarm a million and one times. You hope today is Friday, but it’s not, and you feel like shit. You think of a million and one reasons to take MC, but you realized you have to go to office because you failed to finish the report due today though you stayed till 10pm last night. You tell yourself you need to change job, just like how you have been telling yourself in the last 1 year. Once in office, you’re in a dilemma cause you want time to go slower so that you can finish your work but yet, you want time to go faster so that you can leave the office and go for lunch.  During lunch, you will bitch with your colleagues about work and probably the bosses. You will all talk about so many people who seem to be doing so well except for you. Finally you realized you should have done something else while in university. You realized you may have made a mistake in life... a mistake in being a professional... you have made... a professional mistake.

Have you made a professional mistake?

duit raya

Selamat Hari Raya to all readers

Maybe it is not too late for me untuk minta maaf if ada terkasar bahasa dan 'terbuat' salah silap dengan anda semua. saya manusia biasa yang tak lepas dari melakukan kesilapan.. 0-0 ye semua :)

This year raya suam-suam kuku sahaja since saya cuma mampu mengumpul duit raya sebanyak RM 5k sahaja.. ok kidding. tolak the 'k' part.. haha. kijam betul dunia ini. dapat duit raya tu pun sebab ada angpow lebih.. biasala bila dah kerja kan, dulu selalu menerima, sekarang turn memberi. well orang selalu kata "tangan yang memberi lebih baik dari tangan yang menerima" --> ini memang ayat untuk sedapkan hati ni.. hehehehe.

Konsep pemberian duit raya kepada anak-anak saudara kali ini berasaskan lucky draw concept.. siapa yang bertuah dapat banyak, siapa yang kurang bertuah tu dapat biasa-biasa je la. seronok buat macam tu. it's really funny when my nieces and nephews masing-masing berdebar-debar nak cabut sampul angpow tu. and the best part is before dorang nak cabut sampul angpow, they have to say a slogan yang saya kira perlu diprivatizekan, if not, kamu semua akan muntah hijau mendengarnya.. ahahahaha :P

Anyway, saya baru lepas baca my best friend's blog. Alhamdulillah Allah dah tunjukkan semua yang berlaku ada hikmahnya.. to you if you read this, ingatlah, percaturan Allah terhadap semua yang berlaku adalah yang terbaik. oleh itu, bersyukurlah terhadap semua ketetapan itu.. :)

Ok la, sudah mau tidur. Terimalah lagu "Selamat Malam" dari faizal tahir dari saya buat anda semua.. minumlah susu sebelum tidur untuk mendapatkan tidur yang lebih lena dan berkualiti tinggi. ahahaha. apelah aku merepek ini.

Bye!