my soul

I wrote about my passion on two wheels on my previous blog. I bought this baby on my 37th birthday. A birthday present from me to myself.

My Corner

This is my corner. While i am writting this, my 4 kids are around me. Nagging and muttering about what to write. They have the world by not going to school. Nur Alisa only manage to smile not knowing what word to choose to describe the situation. The kids wonders why i am typing so fastttt...

airasia

My new job require me to travel by air extensively. I dont travel alone. With the existing of airasia we manage to keep the cost really down. It is a great financial help for a small start up company like us. At least our entry cost is kept low thus stimulate our job viability. I thank mr tony fernandez and pray for airasia health everytime i book their flights. No matter what the sentiment against them.
I am a lucky person. Today while taking a rest at the mandarin hotel lobby from the hectic OGA 2009 exhibition i stumble upon mr tony fernandez. hey! i know this chap...tony!!! i was exhilirated cheering deep inside. I throw my hand to shake his. He shake well. I said, "mr tony fernandez?" he replied,"yes". I said " thank you". he replied,"why?"(with a confusing smile) I said,"for making it cheaper for me to fly...its good for my business". he replied, "great" and left with satisfaction and a bit shock i guess.
I am a lucky person today.
I had also met and shake hand with mr idris jala and now tony. Is God trying to tell me something? may be dedicate your life for the good of human being?

Born Again

I am in Bintulu at the moment. Lousy food. Idling for 5hrs trap in hotel room. No appointment to attend no client to entertain. It has been so long not having the feeling. Marketing lapse. Hope tomorrow will be interesting. Going to Miri.
My friend and I trying to develope new product. Sell new products to be exact. Its marketing all over again for me. Born again. Part of me enjoying it. Fear of rejection is natural. Melancholic all over again. With all the experiences, hopefully we will cross the hurdles faster, make less enemy and prosper and prosper.
We are not chasing our dream yet, but definitely a step away from our passion. Wish us good luck.

Lost Soul (melancholic journey part II)

I'been thinking about the topic for quite sometimes. Thru the course of my journey i met lots of lost soul. So lost they dont even know how to stop. Nothing can put them to halt. They mundane thru their life ignorance of the purpose. Some come a bad root, few come from good one. I laugh with them. Meaningless laugh. I pity them. I thank God I am not one of them. But I wonder why they are lost? It always break my heart seeing these people. Beautiful, smart and energatic individual. I pray to God and I pray very hard to bless these lost soul with direction. Amin.

Shocking News!!

Its the news of the century. Shocking than Obama's. Some says shocking than the Baghdad air strike. Dato' A was appointed as the head tennis coach for the children of dato's dato's. Dato' A's flamboyant, stunning, no-nonsene and excellent reputation has give other international coaches a run for their money. Video clip by paparazzi below showed Dato' A grooming future Nadal and Sharapova or maybe Federer and Mirza? Other coaches around the world has make a study on dato' s approach base on the video clip. One of their findings is a technique called "papa...papa...dia pijok cicok..". They have no clues what that means. But they insist to and will find it out. One of them quoted "In next 10 years players from Malaysia will emerged. We in Europe and US need to buckle up or else we will be doomed." Dato' has sent the message around the world. The world acknowledged. Bravo.

Tioman Island

We went to Pulau Tioman for a retreat. It was a spontaneous decision. There was no proper planning . We love it that way. The element of surprise keeps our adrenaline pumping faster. Of coz Dato A tagged along. He is the master of ceremony. A great man. Dato' B? We always miss him.

We stayed at berjaya tioman resort. Oh yeah....it's the place for the affluent, the rich and the famous. Oh yeah we stayed there and we pretended to be the affluent, the rich and the famous. And we pretended well.

I am sorry about the picture arrangement. I tried many times to make proper and coherent yet failed. I guess the software guy has some grudge against me. ha ha.

Snorkeling. My first snorkeling experience was 18yrs ago in Pulau perhentian. I was perplexed, stunned and awe with the beauty of the coral. I snorkeled alone and kept floated with small rubber tube ( i cant swim) for many hours. I cant smell any danger. I was gutless back then.

Five years ago, i went to pulau tioman and redang. I notice i started to develop fear of the open sea. Coral and fish seems a bit scare me. Flashing of scary creature starts to creep in my mind while my head beneath the water surface. Heart pumping faster. Bad adrenaline run scattered. Not a good feeling.

This recent trip to pulau tioman, my fear getting stronger. I jump from the boat to the open sea and snorkel. But, not far from the boat. My wife went farther. Shut up dato' A! You are also no good 85KG muscle man. Snorkel not even 1inch farther than me.

The kid were terrified for the first one hour. Not wanting to get into the open sea. We try to convince them they should (possibly our muka also look a bit cemas). Well, after one hour the kids got their courage. They had a fantastic time.

Our next stop is Pulau Perhentian. Hope Dato'B will be with us.