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Faulty Phones

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1) O2 Xda Mini without battery, dont know year and dont know what is the fault
2) Sony ericsson C510, dont know year, phone does not detect sim card, comes with 8gb memory card, ori charger, ori head set, car charger
3) sony ericsson z200 with no battery, dont know year and dont know what is the fault
4) Sony Ericsson k700i, dont know year and dont know what is the fault
5) Sony Ericsson k600i with no battery, dont know year and dont know what is the fault
6) nokia 2630, dont know what year, the speaker problem
7) nokia 1110, fully functional, with old charger.

bos and employees

When you take a long time, you're slow.
When your boss takes a long time, he's thorough.

When you apply for leave, you must be going for an interview.
When your boss applies for leave, it's because he's overworked.

When you don't do it, you're lazy.
When your boss doesn't do it, he's too busy.

When you're on a day off sick, you're always sick.
When your boss is on a day off sick, he must be very ill.

When you make a mistake, you're an idiot.
When your boss makes a mistake, he's only human.

When doing something without being told, you're overstepping your authority.
When your boss does the same thing, that's initiative.

When you take a stand, you're being bull-headed.
When your boss does it, he's being firm.

When you overlooked the rules of etiquette, you're being rude.
When your boss skips a few rules, he's being original.

When you please your boss, you're brown-nosing.
When your boss pleases his boss, he's being co-operative.

When you're out of the office, you're wandering around.
When your boss is out of the office, he's on business

a stupid post for nothing important

Her Side of the Story:

He was in an odd mood Sunday night. We planned to meet at a bar for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much about it.

The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything.

We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me! So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV. Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else.

His Side of the Story:

The Yankees lost. Got laid though

The pages Long Forgotten

Mike stepped into the used bookstore, smelled the age of old pages and smiled.

Here was a wealth of old stories, history waiting to be read, and a host of other joys. On a back shelf, he found what he was looking for, two tiers crammed with the forgotten. They'd served their use to those who once held them dear, but now gathered dust in the darkest corner of the store.

There were Italian, American, French and Greek. They contained secrets from around the world. There were collections of chicken, beef, pastries, bread, and desserts. They waited, hidden in a little explored part of the store, and hoped someone discovered their treasures.

Mike knew what to do. He picked one up, held the spine in his hand and let the book fall open. They always opened to the most used pages, the recipes loved by lost generations. The page in front of him was for a recipe called, "Beef-filled cornbread". The picture showed a delicious layer of meat and cheese, layered with cornbread and covered with a hot sauce. The pages were stained with splatters of tomato sauce. It was obviously a favorite of the previous owners. He'd try this one.

Those used the most are the best.

He found several other books, each with its own marked pages, carried them to the counter and made his purchase.

"I hope you found something you like." The cashier said.

"Oh yes. Very much! I'm sure these are exactly to my taste."

He paid for his purchase, left the store and carried them in a bag on his way to work. In the locker room, he placed his books on the top shelf and changed into his scrubs. The recipes would wait. He had a duty.

Freshly dressed, he walked his floor. "Hello, Mrs. Smith!" He smiled at the elderly lady sitting in the sun room reading a book. In her day, she must have been a beautiful woman. She still was, for a woman in her eighties. "How was your day?"

"Horrible!" she growled. He sat beside her, held her hand and looked into her eyes. "My grandson didn't visit me." she continued. "He promised me he'd be here today." She adjusted her shawl and tried to hide the tears about to spill from her wizened eyes.

"Maybe tomorrow." he replied. "You know how busy these young people are." He noted the tear in the corner of her eye and changed subject. "Mrs. Smith, didn't you tell me you lived during the great depression?"

A smile came to her face. "Oh, yes. What a time that was. There was no work, ya know. But we survived."

"How did you get by?"

"Well, we all worked together. Everyone worked together. We helped each other." She frowned. "It's not like today, where people are too busy to worry about anyone but themselves. In those days, we worked together. If you didn't, you starved."

"It must have been a hard time, Mrs. Smith. I don't know how you did it."

"I didn't." she grinned. "We did. We did it together, the neighbors and my family."

He left her smiling and hoped her grandson paid a visit the next day.

He moved down the hall and stepped into Mr. Walker's room. "Hey, Walk! How's things?" He used the name Walk, as all the others in the center called him. It made Walk feel comfortable.

Mr. Walker looked up from a puzzle he leaned over. "Could be better, Mike. This damn puzzle has me stumped. These eyes aren't what they used to be."

"I know, Walk. Just take your time. There's no rush."

"There is too." Walk chuckled. "I need to finish it before I die."

"Not too soon I hope." Mike said.

"Soon enough. Be glad not to have to work on this darn thing anymore anyway Say! Have I told you about the guy who walks into a bar with a giraffe under his arm?"

Mike chuckled. Walk loved a good joke. "I don't believe you have."

Walk's face broke out in a smile. "You see, this guy walks into a bar with a giraffe under his arm. He has a few beers. The giraffe falls asleep on the floor. The bartender looks down, sees the giraffe and asks, 'What's that lying on the floor?'

"The guy says, 'That's not a lion! That's a giraffe.'"

Walk broke into a laugh that turned into a coughing spell. Mike slapped him on the back. "Come on, Walk. Cough it up."

Walk got himself under control. "Thought I wasn't going to finish this damn puzzle after all."

"You're OK now. I got your back."

"I know about covering someone's back." Walk sat straight in his seat. "I was in WWII ya know."

"I heard that. Did you have a hard time?" Mike asked.

"Mike, you have no idea. It was the winter of '41, or was it '42. I can't remember now. Snow was up to here." Walk pointed to his thigh. "We were on the front. The enemy was close ..."

Thirty minutes later, Mike said, "WOW! That's a story, Walk." He paused. "Walk, I knew you were in the war, but I don't think I ever thanked you. I want to say, 'Thank you.' You made us safe."

"Ah, stop it. It was nothing." Walk turned to his puzzle, too embarrassed to continue their talk. He and others knew what they did, but don't want to take credit. It's an unspoken rule between the veterans. They did what they had to.

Mike continued on his rounds, held hands, shared hugs and listened.

Here they were, like the cookbooks, sitting in dark corners, ignored. Mike knew what to do. He held them, let their hearts fall open, and found the pages stained with use.

They are the most valued. They are the pages long forgotten.


~a story by Michael T. Smith~

design 3

adoi.. asenyer dah okay dah kot design neyh.. hurm...

nnt2 r kalau nak edit lagi...

skang penulis nak pikir name...

dilema la pulak, nak letak nama english or nama malay, skarang english, macam nak tukar... hurm... musykil3x...

design blog 2

huhu...

setelah bertungkus lumus... abes juga penulis mengedit blog neyh...

letih jugak nak edit blog.. tapi x lawa mane pown.. huhu

tapi mungkin ini langkah eprtama penulis nak menjebakkan diri di alam blogger...

hurm... but x tau kali neyh penulis akan terus menulis atau habes di sini sahaja...

mungkin dengan sokongan sahabat akan jadi lebih rajin... hurm...

design blog

skang kat opis.. berape kali dah kantoi mengedit templete blog...

tapi x siap edit aagi pon..

penulis ney biase la.. kurang maher bab2 komputer neyh.. so, lame la skit nak mengedit bab2 komputer... hihi..

tapi aper leyh wat.. disebabkan dah banyak kali kantoi.. buat keputusan untuk edit dekat umah jer.. tapi tgk r camner.. mungkin bile sampi umah dah malas nak tulis blog.. hehe

hari ini di opis

hari neyh x der keje...

erk.. bukan xder keje.. tapi keje dah siap... sv plak leave...

so aper nak wat... aku pon ber blog walking id merata rata tempat...

then berpikir... best gak wat blog neyh... cume aku jer malas and x reti nak wat blog...

adoi... x reti or malas...

sebenarnya malas, sbb, kalau x reti boleyh jer belajar bagi reti.. ini tidak.. so kire malas la kan..

adoi... bila la jiwa malas nak tukar kepada jiwa rajin.. hurm.. skang ade plak orang ajak aku join geng blogger.. aper tuh?

penulis pon tidak tahu... maklumlah.. penulis bukan tau sangat pasal log neyh.. tau bacer blog orang jer.. and malas nak masukkan link2 lain..

haish.. ade plak orang minta tulis review pasal barang komputer..

 

boleyh... masalahnyer.. barang komputer yang korang nk penulis review tuh x der kat malaysia.. jadi cam x best plak nak wat review kat blog.. lagipon boleyh jer penulis bagitau korang kan. jadi x perlu la penulis nak menulis di blog...

tapi hari2 macam ini.. penulis bosan.. jadi lah berblog walking.. dari geng blogger perak.. sampai ke blogger terengganu... sampai jugak ker blogger kedah...

mak aih.. aktif gak diorang.. mane korang sume dapat semangat nak wat blog neyh..

 

hurm.. tukar topik.. smalam ade terbacer blog adib (mmb skolah menengah)...

tapi x ingat link.. sesape yang terbacer blog neyh (and tau link adib) ape kate share2 skit... nekkan dier nyer trafik.. hahaha,,,

 

To handle others, use your heart

I pray that all our children will remember the sacrifices their parents did to make sure that they have the best of everything. They won’t wait for their parents to grow old to appreciate what they did.

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, “Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?" The youth answered, “I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes. The Director asked, “please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, “This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel
sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

Adakah bertemu orang yang salah?

Adakah Kita Bertemu Dgn Orang Yg Salah

terkadang kita terfikir,

adakah kita bertemu dengan orang yang salah?

teman sekerja yang tak 'ngam'?

kawan - kawan sekolah atau universiti yang tidak boleh nak buat geng study?

housemate yang menyakitkan hati ( sebab tak reti basuh pinggan, cakap pedas,dan sebagainya)?

ataupun kekasih yang tiba-tiba dirasakan tak serasi?

( atau even adik beradik atau family kita yang kita tak boleh nak faham perangai mereka?)

((jangan ingat entry ini hanya untuk cinta cinta sahaja, okey?))

sebab hakikatnya, kita akan bertemu dengan ramainya manusia yang menjengkelkan hati kita, dan sangat sukar untuk kita bersama dengan mereka.

sebab pelbagainya manusia yang kita temui di dunia ini. Terlalu ramai manusia dengan pelbagai karenahnya.

kerana berlainannya manusia itu adalah untuk apa.....

 يَـٰٓأَيُّہَا ٱلنَّاسُ إِنَّا خَلَقۡنَـٰكُم مِّن ذَكَرٍ۬ وَأُنثَىٰ وَجَعَلۡنَـٰكُمۡ شُعُوبً۬ا وَقَبَآٮِٕلَ لِتَعَارَفُوٓاْ‌ۚ إِنَّ أَڪۡرَمَكُمۡ عِندَ ٱللَّهِ أَتۡقَٮٰكُمۡ‌ۚ إِنَّ ٱللَّهَ عَلِيمٌ خَبِيرٌ۬
Hai manusia, sesungguhnya Kami menciptakan kamu dari seorang laki-laki dan seorang perempuan dan menjadikan kamu berbangsa-bangsa dan bersuku-suku supaya kamu saling kenal mengenal. Sesungguhnya orang yang paling mulia di antara kamu di sisi Allah ialah orang yang paling bertakwa di antara kamu. Sesungguhnya Allah Maha Mengetahui lagi Maha Mengenal. ( Alhujurat: 13)

untuk lita'arafu..

untuk berkenalan. Untuk mengetahui, memaknai manusia lain.

Untuk menyedari betapa beruntungnya kita, mahupun rendahnya kita berbanding manusia lain.

Untuk kita sering berlumba-lumba menggapai taqwa tanpa membeza-bezakan manusia lain.

Namun, tentu kita akan bertemu dengan manusia yang tak serasi dengan kita serta berlainan segalanya.

Sehingga sekecil-kecil perbezaan kita menjadi besar dan dijadikan hujah untuk menjauhkan diri. apatah lagi memutuskan silaturrahim.

Walaupun diri kita dengan dia,

satu aqidah, satu kefahaman dan satu cinta pada Allah..

Dan kita bertanya, mengapa diri kita dan dia, begitu jauh sekali?

Di situlah, kita kena sentiasa berusaha mencari titik persamaan...

Kita takkan pernah bertemu dengan orang yang salah.

Takkan!

Kerana Allah telah menakdirkan setiap saat dan inci dalam kehidupan kita.

Setiap takdir itu merupakan satu ketetapan Allah buat kita, merupakan sesuatu yang terbaik buat kita.

Dan setiap manusia yang kita temui itu, tentu memberikan makna sesuatu pada kita.

Walaupun banyaknya kejengkelan hati kita pada dia.

Namun, tentu sebenarnya mereka yang 'salah' itu sendiri banyak mengajar kita:

akan kekurangan diri kita sendiri.

Bukankah seorang musuh itu terkadang lebih jujur daripada seorang sahabat sejati kata-kata hikmah Arab.

Setiap jodoh dan pertemuan tentunya telah ditetapkan oleh Allah,

Untuk kita belajar sesuatu darinya.

Tak pernah kita bertemu dengan orang yang salah... semua yang kita temui adalah stesen-stesen perhentian untuk mengutip hikmah, buat bekalan di dalam perjalanan..

Percayalah, kadang-kadang di awal pertemuan akan banyak berlaku perkelahian, salah faham dan ketidak seragaman.

Namun masa akan mengambil alih, memberi peluang makna kefahaman masuk ke dalam jiwa kita yang jernih.

Kerana kita pada hakikatnya, punya hati yang satu, matlamat yang satu, dan tentu cinta yang satu, hanya kepada Allah

Ikatan hati manakah lagi yang paling kuat selain dari Allah?

Kerana itu, di setiap perselisihan, mahupun ke tidak serasian, kembalilah semula kepada apa yang akan dapat menyatukan kita.

Itulah dia Allah.

Kerana dihitung perbezaan-bezaan , memang akan semakin menjadikan hati kita jauh.

Namun, those does not matter, sebab Allah sahaja yang membinakan hati kita insyaallah.

And He Knows best.

Wallahualam

bersabar, dan teruslah berdoa.

Allah itu pasti menetapkan sesuatu yang terbaik buat kita, jika kita benar-benar yakin akan Dia..


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