4th September 2008. @4 am. It was adik's 20th birthday. It was a day after the 3rd anniversary of my dearest almarhum bonda passed away three years ago.I woke to the excruciating pain in my upper stomach. Never felt like this before. It wasnt sharp but burning. Woke up my beloved, applied some oilment (what else could we do?), visited the rest room but fruitless. The pain continued and my beloved decided to send me to Azzaharah Medical Centre. After some discussion I decided to drive to PMC. Beloved wanted to accompany but i said I was all right. Drove there alone. The most unwise thing I had ever done! On the way the pain became unbearable and I headed straight to the PMC emergency unit. Was it "angin?" or Was it "heart problem?" I was praying it would be the former. Dr Shireen Kaur attended and I was put straight on bed. Called my close buddy Raziff to inform him of my where about. At least , there is some one around if anything WERE to happen!!!! He arrived in no time. Thank you buddy. Truly honour your thoughfulness.
Dr Shireen Kaur gave me a jab and she said the pain would go off if it is gastricitis. Raziff exchanged notes with me about his experience ( Two weeks ago I sent him to this same place-reason: Chest pain!!).
15 minutes the pain slowly dissapeared! Alhamdulillah. Blood test done. TEPONIN T negative! This is an enzyme excreted if a person has a heart attack. Raziff described the procedure and medication so well that the nurse later asked me "Your friend is in the medicl line? ke" Phuuuh! Caya lah "Dr" Raziff!!!!!!
By now sms started coming in. YONG, the super caring sister was pretty upset for not being informed. RR, CSM, RI SRD all asking about my well being.
Cardiologist Datuk Aru saw me and treted me to the stress test. Cleared all.
Given some medication and a day off.
What and experince!
1) Syukur to Allah SWT the most merciful
2) TQ to my beloved wife Dr Hendon
3)TQ to "Dr" Raziff who was in attendance through out
4) TQ to Along for your concern
5) TQ to all for the prayers
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
a dozen kids! the G8! SEMASHURIAN
Recently, fresh after coming back from a family vacation in Redang, we drove down for another 3 days vacation in PD KONDO. This wasnt in the agenda initially since we already set our mind to go east coast. Angah the montel (opsss the comel) wanted to have a gathering of the SEMASHURIAN.They were starved of accomodation. As a way out, I booked out a two nite stay in PD Kondo.TQ to Hajah Saerah, the residence manager who was very obliging despite the short notice.
Of we went, in two cars. Amal and Along came in on public transport the next day. All in all there were 14 of us! Angah;s friend totalled 7! All ladies except me. Hah! The only kumbang antara bunga...PEACE!
It was fun...fun...and fun...the kids were so extrovert, sporting and adventurous! We went karaoke. Farah, being below 12 was barred from entering. I was doing the song selection when I heard the groups walked in noisily. Suddently I heard and saw Farah in front of me...Lerrrr cam ne boleh masuk?
We smuggled her! Said one of the girl. Makkk OOOiiiii...
the nite was really short when we went beserk singing in our very own ways. There was Broery(you know who)Ella, etc etc
That nite the girls stayed up till early morning, only t0 wake up the next day for go carting. Again the girls went beserk! As said by the operators...here goes all the beauty models..in the stop pit,Amal, mistaken the brake and the power pedal, bangggggg the cart in front..Blurrr ...PEACE!
Didnt join them for the banana boat ride, but I heard one....heee hee Sorry, tak ingat nama..could not get on board due to ........*Toooooot*
Farhana was out done with her heavy make up all the while. Dah besaq rupa nya anak kecil ini. Farah had her hey day with Farhana for they both share this same interest. Once farah make up me while I was in deep sleep!!! Huh!
Ayu...the most extrovert of all I think. Very out spoken, very open. She volunteerd automatically to be the POCO POCO lead dancer, though the session actually best known as KECOH KECOH!
Aminas was the real awet muda. Mistaken for a form 3 girl. Ini species Kancil, very tiny. Once a dentist one day, I think she need a platform to treat her patients! PEACE!
Amphibia ...the most matured..very quiet but pleasant characters. Minum;;air kosong. Makan:roti. Diet concious. :)
The rest were very pleasant and adorable too. Apa tak nye....on the way back sume jadi Paris Hilton lah konon..spect RM 10 kat batu lapan! ...PEACE!
Girls, Pak cik cant remember all your names but surely I would always treasure the warmth and excitement of the short outing.It was so joyful...and in fact until now I could still hear the singing and laughters
Girls, There is always another time. Let me know if you all are ready!
Of we went, in two cars. Amal and Along came in on public transport the next day. All in all there were 14 of us! Angah;s friend totalled 7! All ladies except me. Hah! The only kumbang antara bunga...PEACE!
It was fun...fun...and fun...the kids were so extrovert, sporting and adventurous! We went karaoke. Farah, being below 12 was barred from entering. I was doing the song selection when I heard the groups walked in noisily. Suddently I heard and saw Farah in front of me...Lerrrr cam ne boleh masuk?
We smuggled her! Said one of the girl. Makkk OOOiiiii...
the nite was really short when we went beserk singing in our very own ways. There was Broery(you know who)Ella, etc etc
That nite the girls stayed up till early morning, only t0 wake up the next day for go carting. Again the girls went beserk! As said by the operators...here goes all the beauty models..in the stop pit,Amal, mistaken the brake and the power pedal, bangggggg the cart in front..Blurrr ...PEACE!
Didnt join them for the banana boat ride, but I heard one....heee hee Sorry, tak ingat nama..could not get on board due to ........*Toooooot*
Farhana was out done with her heavy make up all the while. Dah besaq rupa nya anak kecil ini. Farah had her hey day with Farhana for they both share this same interest. Once farah make up me while I was in deep sleep!!! Huh!
Ayu...the most extrovert of all I think. Very out spoken, very open. She volunteerd automatically to be the POCO POCO lead dancer, though the session actually best known as KECOH KECOH!
Aminas was the real awet muda. Mistaken for a form 3 girl. Ini species Kancil, very tiny. Once a dentist one day, I think she need a platform to treat her patients! PEACE!
Amphibia ...the most matured..very quiet but pleasant characters. Minum;;air kosong. Makan:roti. Diet concious. :)
The rest were very pleasant and adorable too. Apa tak nye....on the way back sume jadi Paris Hilton lah konon..spect RM 10 kat batu lapan! ...PEACE!
Girls, Pak cik cant remember all your names but surely I would always treasure the warmth and excitement of the short outing.It was so joyful...and in fact until now I could still hear the singing and laughters
Girls, There is always another time. Let me know if you all are ready!
What an embarassment!!
OOOOOO what a shame.
It was about twenty years ago, with only Along and Angah into being. For the first time in my life I would be going to Kelantan though I had, by then, been to so many other parts of the world. By the way, I could speak a “good” Klate through acquaintances during UNI days. Well, good in the eyes of the non-klantanese. With the Klantanese they know right away , I am “Klate Clup”.Hence, I promise not to try my klatenese while there.Early morning we drove up to DungunG Terengganu to fetch WATI, our relative. Can’t really remember whether LEHA our maid came along or not. After a nite at Batu BUruk we drove to Klate. For the first time in my life, I stepped to this land of Serambi Mekah. Fascinated by the extra super friendly people there. They are so courteous, so helpful, and so polite. So much so, my other half really got touched by the very klantanese, she didn’t take the change for the short ride on BECA RODA TIGA (Taxi to the klantanese). Those days RM 10 was big amount and the pakcik beca too was very touched with her gratitude.
In the morning I went out scouting for packed breakfast. (We stayed at the budget hotel though). Went to the stall scouting for breakfast. Here it goes:
MakCIK: Nok make gapo ?
Me: Ada apa Cik?
Mak Cik: OOO..ado belako , nasi kerabu, nasi dage, nasi goreng, nasi BERLAUK....
Me: Nasi BERLAUK? Nasi apa tu? Ada ke nasi tak ada lauk?
MakCIK: oooo..tu nasi biaso lah wey (awang), cumonyo dio ado mace mace lauk .
I learnt a new thing.
T cut short the story, it was time to drive home. We decided to drive back to Kedah via the east –west motorway connecting JELI and Grik. I was checking the engine before the long journey home when suddenly a PAJERO pulled up. Down came a big sized guy, serbaned (Turbaned) and politely asked whether I was having a breakdown or in difficulty. He offered his help if I was in need. Told him I was ok and politely thanked him. After salaam, we parted. MasyaAllah..in this new land, a stranger being so polite and helpful. Don’t talk about America, UK or elsewhere, even in KL you can’t and shouldn’t trust strangest!!!!
To the polite stranger, may Allah bless you.
Here goes the other incident, he he he which I shall never ever forget.
Many a time I related this TRUE incident to my peers, subordinates and even students and they burst into laughter.
We were driving on the outskirt of Kota Baru, looking for a way out to JELI. Though there were many signages, none depicted JELI. I presumed it was because JELI was a distance from KB and hence no mention of it. We went round and round and round until decided to seek help. I pulled by the road side and saw an old Chinese man, big belly, wearing singlet and a kain pelikat in front of a shop house. Knowing he was Chinese, automatically I was switched to be “Chinese”
Me: Hello Towkey aaa...sikit mau tanyia aaa,,sikalang wa mau pigi JELI. Wa sula pusing pusing manyiak kali , wa tatak yumpa itu yalan maaa.Mau pigi JELI apa maciam?
He looked at me up, down, up down in between his thick glasses on his nose. Then he smiled.
Chinese Man (CM) : oooooo sene jo. Demo gi terus ikuk jale ni, jupo sepe 3(simpang 3) kornar kiri, lepas tu straight ja,,, tu jale gi JELI larrrrr
Ya Allah! He could speak PURE PERFECT KLANTANESE while I was trying to imitate his dialect and be “Chinese”. I blushed. Embarrassed. Really embarrassing. Politely I thanked him in my real standard BM!!!!!!
CM: slamat jale..he he he..ni kawe nok tanyo ni. Guano demo kecek supo tu? Demo cino ko kawe cino?Oh my God!!!! Before more embarrassment I once again thanked him and drove straight towards JELI, grinning all the way, not sure out of humour or embarassesement!!!!!!
It was about twenty years ago, with only Along and Angah into being. For the first time in my life I would be going to Kelantan though I had, by then, been to so many other parts of the world. By the way, I could speak a “good” Klate through acquaintances during UNI days. Well, good in the eyes of the non-klantanese. With the Klantanese they know right away , I am “Klate Clup”.Hence, I promise not to try my klatenese while there.Early morning we drove up to DungunG Terengganu to fetch WATI, our relative. Can’t really remember whether LEHA our maid came along or not. After a nite at Batu BUruk we drove to Klate. For the first time in my life, I stepped to this land of Serambi Mekah. Fascinated by the extra super friendly people there. They are so courteous, so helpful, and so polite. So much so, my other half really got touched by the very klantanese, she didn’t take the change for the short ride on BECA RODA TIGA (Taxi to the klantanese). Those days RM 10 was big amount and the pakcik beca too was very touched with her gratitude.
In the morning I went out scouting for packed breakfast. (We stayed at the budget hotel though). Went to the stall scouting for breakfast. Here it goes:
MakCIK: Nok make gapo ?
Me: Ada apa Cik?
Mak Cik: OOO..ado belako , nasi kerabu, nasi dage, nasi goreng, nasi BERLAUK....
Me: Nasi BERLAUK? Nasi apa tu? Ada ke nasi tak ada lauk?
MakCIK: oooo..tu nasi biaso lah wey (awang), cumonyo dio ado mace mace lauk .
I learnt a new thing.
T cut short the story, it was time to drive home. We decided to drive back to Kedah via the east –west motorway connecting JELI and Grik. I was checking the engine before the long journey home when suddenly a PAJERO pulled up. Down came a big sized guy, serbaned (Turbaned) and politely asked whether I was having a breakdown or in difficulty. He offered his help if I was in need. Told him I was ok and politely thanked him. After salaam, we parted. MasyaAllah..in this new land, a stranger being so polite and helpful. Don’t talk about America, UK or elsewhere, even in KL you can’t and shouldn’t trust strangest!!!!
To the polite stranger, may Allah bless you.
Here goes the other incident, he he he which I shall never ever forget.
Many a time I related this TRUE incident to my peers, subordinates and even students and they burst into laughter.
We were driving on the outskirt of Kota Baru, looking for a way out to JELI. Though there were many signages, none depicted JELI. I presumed it was because JELI was a distance from KB and hence no mention of it. We went round and round and round until decided to seek help. I pulled by the road side and saw an old Chinese man, big belly, wearing singlet and a kain pelikat in front of a shop house. Knowing he was Chinese, automatically I was switched to be “Chinese”
Me: Hello Towkey aaa...sikit mau tanyia aaa,,sikalang wa mau pigi JELI. Wa sula pusing pusing manyiak kali , wa tatak yumpa itu yalan maaa.Mau pigi JELI apa maciam?
He looked at me up, down, up down in between his thick glasses on his nose. Then he smiled.
Chinese Man (CM) : oooooo sene jo. Demo gi terus ikuk jale ni, jupo sepe 3(simpang 3) kornar kiri, lepas tu straight ja,,, tu jale gi JELI larrrrr
Ya Allah! He could speak PURE PERFECT KLANTANESE while I was trying to imitate his dialect and be “Chinese”. I blushed. Embarrassed. Really embarrassing. Politely I thanked him in my real standard BM!!!!!!
CM: slamat jale..he he he..ni kawe nok tanyo ni. Guano demo kecek supo tu? Demo cino ko kawe cino?Oh my God!!!! Before more embarrassment I once again thanked him and drove straight towards JELI, grinning all the way, not sure out of humour or embarassesement!!!!!!
TIME .....FLIES
TIME.....FLIES. From Cuana to Along. Adik to Angah.Mal Tati to Amal. Dik Nur to Ano and Fa'ah to Adik....
Yes, time flies. It is almost four months now since I last blogged. The taxing work and heavy schedule truly take away the precious time. Leaving home before the sun rises, coming back after it already set, really make me starving for more hours! What a different, life as a General Manager now compared to a Senior Manager then.
Yes, time flies. Realized or not my girls are all grown up now. Just like only yesterday they were fighting each other but today, they are all grown up. 1) Along
My eldest. Introvert, quiet type but truly shows responsibility as the eldest in the family. Very polite, very soft and very respectful. Farah, my youngest commented that Along very warak! When we are no longer around, Insha’Allah Along would be taking good care of her siblings, over and above her own off spring. Truly showing her real sign of maturity and responsibility. Used to tell her to learn cooking for one day she would be a wife and a mother and a daughter in law. Imagine at that age she only knew how to fry egg. However, time flies. Suddenly now I am being served on Saturday/Sunday with very different look tasty meals. Asked, the answer is Along Masak! The recipe book was stained with all the rempah, kicap, cili whatsoever. Forget that all..the meals are delicious!
Child hood collection:1) Ayah...eerrrr...Cuana dah cuci RADIO ayah. Besih tak? !!!!! There goes my little black transistor..very clean and very QUIET too! (She dipped my radio in the basin full of water, soaped it and brushed it cleaned! Creative indeed!)
2) Makan Cornetto kat Umah flet yang kita dhudhuk dhuduk tuuuuuuuu (About two years old, in Rasah Jaya N 9)
3) Ya Allah sembohkan lah mak caya. Supaye mak caye cepat sihat! (Praying for her dear Mom’s speedy recovery when Angah was about to come)
2) Angah
Came to being after
3 years of along existence. Contradicting Along in many ways. Extrovert in nature, outdoor, bit boyish at child hood and led a very active life! Born prematurely in Muar Johor. Very active, very talkative and used to sleep with eyes wide open! Can’t see whether she is indeed asleep or otherwise! Now already in year two university. Already got Bf..Blluurrrp! peace! That’s according to Farah, my reliable info minister! I think Farah is right, judging from the TWO, repeat TWO HP she is now having. In fact when she is messaging, the sound emitted from the HP is just like rain drops falling on the attap.
Child hood collection:
1) Adik nak duduk depan, cian kat ayah takut ayah ngantuk!!!!(konon nye lah duduk depan while Iwas driving home...less than .5 km off Semashur,elum pun keluar dari Ulu Yam ZZZZZZZZZ Z berdengkur lagi.......)
2) Used to do step climbing in between two walls in front of her bed room. Every one fancied, indeed by her antics. Bik Cory used to scold...Ya ampun....anak ini!
3) Was in form two...years ago. Rinnnnggggg...our home phone rang. On the other end of the line was her, sobbing heavily from SEMASHUR. When asked, in between sob, she related her hand phone was stolen.The forever cool mummy on this end pacified her, cooled her. ..TTOOOTTTT....the cries stopped. The conversation turned normal...(her strategy works!!!!no firing, no scolding,. Selamat aku! Peace!)
....and the list goes on endlessly. Well...with five grown up lads I could write a novel out of it.
Yes, time flies. It is almost four months now since I last blogged. The taxing work and heavy schedule truly take away the precious time. Leaving home before the sun rises, coming back after it already set, really make me starving for more hours! What a different, life as a General Manager now compared to a Senior Manager then.
Yes, time flies. Realized or not my girls are all grown up now. Just like only yesterday they were fighting each other but today, they are all grown up. 1) Along
My eldest. Introvert, quiet type but truly shows responsibility as the eldest in the family. Very polite, very soft and very respectful. Farah, my youngest commented that Along very warak! When we are no longer around, Insha’Allah Along would be taking good care of her siblings, over and above her own off spring. Truly showing her real sign of maturity and responsibility. Used to tell her to learn cooking for one day she would be a wife and a mother and a daughter in law. Imagine at that age she only knew how to fry egg. However, time flies. Suddenly now I am being served on Saturday/Sunday with very different look tasty meals. Asked, the answer is Along Masak! The recipe book was stained with all the rempah, kicap, cili whatsoever. Forget that all..the meals are delicious!
Child hood collection:1) Ayah...eerrrr...Cuana dah cuci RADIO ayah. Besih tak? !!!!! There goes my little black transistor..very clean and very QUIET too! (She dipped my radio in the basin full of water, soaped it and brushed it cleaned! Creative indeed!)
2) Makan Cornetto kat Umah flet yang kita dhudhuk dhuduk tuuuuuuuu (About two years old, in Rasah Jaya N 9)
3) Ya Allah sembohkan lah mak caya. Supaye mak caye cepat sihat! (Praying for her dear Mom’s speedy recovery when Angah was about to come)
2) Angah
Came to being after
3 years of along existence. Contradicting Along in many ways. Extrovert in nature, outdoor, bit boyish at child hood and led a very active life! Born prematurely in Muar Johor. Very active, very talkative and used to sleep with eyes wide open! Can’t see whether she is indeed asleep or otherwise! Now already in year two university. Already got Bf..Blluurrrp! peace! That’s according to Farah, my reliable info minister! I think Farah is right, judging from the TWO, repeat TWO HP she is now having. In fact when she is messaging, the sound emitted from the HP is just like rain drops falling on the attap.
Child hood collection:
1) Adik nak duduk depan, cian kat ayah takut ayah ngantuk!!!!(konon nye lah duduk depan while Iwas driving home...less than .5 km off Semashur,elum pun keluar dari Ulu Yam ZZZZZZZZZ Z berdengkur lagi.......)
2) Used to do step climbing in between two walls in front of her bed room. Every one fancied, indeed by her antics. Bik Cory used to scold...Ya ampun....anak ini!
3) Was in form two...years ago. Rinnnnggggg...our home phone rang. On the other end of the line was her, sobbing heavily from SEMASHUR. When asked, in between sob, she related her hand phone was stolen.The forever cool mummy on this end pacified her, cooled her. ..TTOOOTTTT....the cries stopped. The conversation turned normal...(her strategy works!!!!no firing, no scolding,. Selamat aku! Peace!)
....and the list goes on endlessly. Well...with five grown up lads I could write a novel out of it.
Monday, February 25, 2008
THE HEAT IS ON
Its election fever again. There, here and every where, posters , banners and slogan of all political parties are every where. This is the time where all the politicians would be down to earth, coming back to the rakyat and starts promising heaven! I remember, my chilhood days, where touching the PAS flag is a "sin", left alone to take it home. Dont blame them, my beloved parents, as they were the stauch supporters of the ruling party. They grew up with the party and it was just normal for them to be so fanatic about it.
Now the fever is back. The heat is on. Every where, you could see nothing but posters. My idol, Ustaz Haron is back on the track. God willing, insya Allah, victory would be his. Takbir! Allah hu Akbar!
Now the fever is back. The heat is on. Every where, you could see nothing but posters. My idol, Ustaz Haron is back on the track. God willing, insya Allah, victory would be his. Takbir! Allah hu Akbar!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Fated,bloody mat Pit, GP oh GP
Last Saturday, I went to Putra Perdana. Havent been there for so long. Too disheartening to see the apartment without electricity supply after Mat Dadah (bloody Mat Pit) cut away the cables. Went there with Razak after my neighbour, Siva called, saying that the house break in happened again. This time the aluminium window panels were stolen. True enough. When I arrived, the house was in a mess. Few widows were missing. Screws, rubbers and glasses were strewn all over.The bloody Mat Pit entered through the roof. Few houses suffered the same fate.
With Razak, I started fixing the temporary grill, just to stop Mat Pit from entering. I knew they could strike again through the house, if they want to. I am just making it thougher. On the door, I put up a notice, pleading them from further damaging the house. Could they listen? I hope they could....
We were about to complete the simple job when suddently a crazy idea struck. I decided to put back the glass panel without the frame!!!!!! The ever obliging Razak just followed. When I was fixing one of the glass panel, it tilted outward due to weight. Tried to balance it BUT ...crack,,,, BBBRRRRRRRRAAAANGGG it broke into two and the bigger top half went down flying to the ground floor (from fifth floor). It hit a motor bike and broken to pieces....Razak shouted saying that I got a cut on my hand.When I looked at it...YA Allah....my left little finger got slashed by the broken glass....blood was oozing out heavily, wetting my jeans and shirt. My T shirt was soaking wet! Razak panic as I was in pain. We ran down to the ground floor, got into the car and rushed to NOWHERE as we did not know the clinic/hospital. Blood was gushing out, bleeding heavily. Razak managed to fine a clinic and the GP, admitting she couldnt do well, stiched my little finger hastily . Pain and pain and pain..........
We rushed back to the house, Razak completed the job and we left home. The whole Saturday and Sunday were spoilt. Monday, went to see Dr Ranjit the specialist. He advised me to go through a surgery as the GP did a lousy job! Tuesday I was wheeled into the OT. Alone, no one with me. When the nurse asked, whether any one accompanied me, I responded negatively. I felt so alone and lonely then. In the OT I was sedated...and opearated. When I woke up, it was done. The nurse woke me up. It was in the evening...feeling drowsy, a staff fetched me and sent me home..
Given 4 days medical leave and now I am at home..bogging.
To Mat Pit...you will receive yours one day, if not here, in this world, in the the life after death!
With Razak, I started fixing the temporary grill, just to stop Mat Pit from entering. I knew they could strike again through the house, if they want to. I am just making it thougher. On the door, I put up a notice, pleading them from further damaging the house. Could they listen? I hope they could....
We were about to complete the simple job when suddently a crazy idea struck. I decided to put back the glass panel without the frame!!!!!! The ever obliging Razak just followed. When I was fixing one of the glass panel, it tilted outward due to weight. Tried to balance it BUT ...crack,,,, BBBRRRRRRRRAAAANGGG it broke into two and the bigger top half went down flying to the ground floor (from fifth floor). It hit a motor bike and broken to pieces....Razak shouted saying that I got a cut on my hand.When I looked at it...YA Allah....my left little finger got slashed by the broken glass....blood was oozing out heavily, wetting my jeans and shirt. My T shirt was soaking wet! Razak panic as I was in pain. We ran down to the ground floor, got into the car and rushed to NOWHERE as we did not know the clinic/hospital. Blood was gushing out, bleeding heavily. Razak managed to fine a clinic and the GP, admitting she couldnt do well, stiched my little finger hastily . Pain and pain and pain..........
We rushed back to the house, Razak completed the job and we left home. The whole Saturday and Sunday were spoilt. Monday, went to see Dr Ranjit the specialist. He advised me to go through a surgery as the GP did a lousy job! Tuesday I was wheeled into the OT. Alone, no one with me. When the nurse asked, whether any one accompanied me, I responded negatively. I felt so alone and lonely then. In the OT I was sedated...and opearated. When I woke up, it was done. The nurse woke me up. It was in the evening...feeling drowsy, a staff fetched me and sent me home..
Given 4 days medical leave and now I am at home..bogging.
To Mat Pit...you will receive yours one day, if not here, in this world, in the the life after death!
UNITEN's Pak Guard!!!!
UNITEN’S PAK GUARD
If you are very familiar with UNITEN then you must have observed the glaring differences between then and now-security services. Those days the security services is taken cared by TNB own Benteng Utama staff. Now, for reasons best known to the management, this service is outsource to the private company. I don’t intend to commend the services of the two, the Benteng Utama and the Outsourced. Rather I would like to touch on the current pathetic service by the private firm.
Wonder how this firm won the contract. If you drive through the main entrance you would not miss the guards seated lazily among them , or sometimes alone as though their butts are gummed to the seats. If they know some one big is coming, then only then started doing things implying that they are working as expected. This is in comparison WORLD APART compared to MMU securities. Every car entering and leaving the campus will have to let the car scrutinized for inspection. I wonder why the guards at UNITEN are employed if their presence are purely to occupy space!
Now in the name of modernisation at the entrance is installed the auto bar which open and close remotely or after identifying one’s ID. Great! But only the idea. For staff and students of Uniten , they have to touch the ID card in order to get in and out of campus. For visitor like me, I have to stop for the guard to lift the bar automatically. Well, so doing even get the guards to get fed up. Eventually creativity creeps in. Many a time one will not miss to see the bar being TIED to the grill by a raffia rope! Why? Pak Guard dah malas nak tekan remote control gamak nye.
I am perplexed with this situation. Why do we need these half past six security men? They have no self pride in their job and take up this job as this is the one and only available t them, I guess
One day after tennis I was riding home on my VIRAGO. The bar was closed. I approached. The guard pointed to the side lane which was meant for motorbikes. The small lane is blocked by two cones with a small bar on top of them. Kapcais (sorry err mat motor) could go through , through a bit of squezzing. The not so clever guard expected me to do same. OK FINE! Expect me to use the lane, yes but expect me to squeeze through , NO! Headed towards the two cones, increase the speed, rev the engines and vvvvRRRRRRROOOMMMMMM I blasted through , hammering the small tine bar and the two cones, leaving them all scattered all over . I picked up speed and vrrooooommmmm home. Of course I never bother to see what happened behind me or what the guard was actually doing there after. Good right? At least the guard learn to do new things that day .....
If you are very familiar with UNITEN then you must have observed the glaring differences between then and now-security services. Those days the security services is taken cared by TNB own Benteng Utama staff. Now, for reasons best known to the management, this service is outsource to the private company. I don’t intend to commend the services of the two, the Benteng Utama and the Outsourced. Rather I would like to touch on the current pathetic service by the private firm.
Wonder how this firm won the contract. If you drive through the main entrance you would not miss the guards seated lazily among them , or sometimes alone as though their butts are gummed to the seats. If they know some one big is coming, then only then started doing things implying that they are working as expected. This is in comparison WORLD APART compared to MMU securities. Every car entering and leaving the campus will have to let the car scrutinized for inspection. I wonder why the guards at UNITEN are employed if their presence are purely to occupy space!
Now in the name of modernisation at the entrance is installed the auto bar which open and close remotely or after identifying one’s ID. Great! But only the idea. For staff and students of Uniten , they have to touch the ID card in order to get in and out of campus. For visitor like me, I have to stop for the guard to lift the bar automatically. Well, so doing even get the guards to get fed up. Eventually creativity creeps in. Many a time one will not miss to see the bar being TIED to the grill by a raffia rope! Why? Pak Guard dah malas nak tekan remote control gamak nye.
I am perplexed with this situation. Why do we need these half past six security men? They have no self pride in their job and take up this job as this is the one and only available t them, I guess
One day after tennis I was riding home on my VIRAGO. The bar was closed. I approached. The guard pointed to the side lane which was meant for motorbikes. The small lane is blocked by two cones with a small bar on top of them. Kapcais (sorry err mat motor) could go through , through a bit of squezzing. The not so clever guard expected me to do same. OK FINE! Expect me to use the lane, yes but expect me to squeeze through , NO! Headed towards the two cones, increase the speed, rev the engines and vvvvRRRRRRROOOMMMMMM I blasted through , hammering the small tine bar and the two cones, leaving them all scattered all over . I picked up speed and vrrooooommmmm home. Of course I never bother to see what happened behind me or what the guard was actually doing there after. Good right? At least the guard learn to do new things that day .....
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