Life in Jubail

desalination power plant 

how's life in jubail?

my everyday schedule

0430: solat subuh
0530: breakfast & prepare to go to work
0630: wait for a company van to work
0730: Toolbox Meeting & safety meeting
0800: permit to work at site (not in control room)
0830: technician start maintenance work-supervise
0930: tea break
0945: continue work
1130: lunch break
1215: Solat zohor and continue work
1300: next week maintenance plan meeting (monday only)
1330: Maintenance continue
1430: tea break
1445: Maintenance completion as per planned
1530: Asar prayer
1600: end of workhour, wait for van
1630: rest & free activity
1800: maghrib prayer
1930: Isya' Prayer
1945: Dinner
2100: back at apartment
2130: tido

this apply for weekdays, but on weekend (thursday & friday) different. pas solat subuh tido
balik bangun pukul 8 & think what to do on that day.
at work, most of the time pak arab guna bahasa arab pasar. so normally there are certain
thing that outsiders dont understand even they have knowledge in formal arabic language.
macam org melayu ni kalau tahu cakap bahasa arab, diorang akan tanya " why are u speaking
official arabic" agaknye dia dengar kita cakap arab macam pembaca berita arab kot.
nemermind, still learning bahasa arab pasar punye style, contoh:

kalau nak cakap selamat datang:
bahasa official "ahlan wasahlan"
kalau bahasa pasar "marhaba"
habis2 bahasa pasar "arrhabb!"
there u go... hhehehe

lagi satu tanya khabar:
1. official
kaifa haluka? (apa khabar)
ana bikhair alhamdulillah (saya baik, alhamdulillah)

2. pasar style
Kaifa haaluk? (apa khabar)
toyyiib (baik)'yang ni kena bunyi macam iklan kurma yusuf taiyoob' hhehehe

kat tempat kerja, bila ada supplier ke contractor ke kalau sesama arab memang diorang cakap
arab, so kita ni yang ada basic arab pun boleh terpinga-pinga, hapekemendenya pak arab ni
cakap! lagi2 kalau melibatkan engineering part lagi la lintang pukang. tapi ada masa pak
arab ni cakap english, ada yang bunyi macam american, tak kurang gak yang bunyi macam
orang2 jahat dalam citer hollywood yang jadi terrorist hahaha... for example "true lies" & latest "flight plan".
thats all for now!

Kusangka Angin Sepoi2 Bahasa, Rupa-Rupanya Taufan Katrina yang Melanda

semenjak dua menjak ni, macam riuh je handphone aku bunyi, member yang lama tak telefon bleh tiba2 telefon. Dan soalannya semua lebih kurang sama je "mie betul ke dot dot dot?" dan lagi satu "bila dot dot dot?" korang yang dah tanya aku mesti tau apa yang dot dot dot tu. yang aku inform cuma dua tiga orang yang boleh dipercayai, dan aku siap pesan keep it underground, keep everything in low profile because i'm not sure yet.

(Kusangka cuma angin bayu tapi rupanya taufan yang melanda!)
tapi entah macamana kusangka dua tiga orang ni je yang tau, tapi rupa2nya hampir satu company tau! aku ingat putrajaya complex saja, tapi masa family day company rupa2nya hampir semua plant tau! bila aku tanya mana ko dapat cerita ni? maka jawapan yang sama jugaklah yang aku terima "dari sumber-sumber yang boleh dipercayai" semua jawapan sama, cuma ada seorang je yang aku tak ingat sapa, bagitau aku, ada orang nampak aku pergi dot dot dot!

dan hari ni perkara yang lebih mengejutkan, geng-geng armada kapal pun tanya soalan yang sama! biasanya geng ni paling last tau. tak pun tak tau menahu! less than 24 hours 2 geng kapal telefon. aku rasa lidah aku pun dah naik senak nak jawab soalan yang sama berulang kali.

paling aku terkejut bila minggu lepas timbul khabar angin yang mengatakan aku tender resign! beb! tolong la jangan la buat cerita pelik-pelik! sakit urat perut aku dapat rumours macam ni. ceritanya hari tu bos panggil aku masuk bilik dengan maintenance manager, masa tu aku pegang surat jawapan daripada ING pasal claim hospital berbulan yang lepas. bila aku keluar dengan muka serius sambil pegang lagi surat ING tu rupa2nya ada 'haiwan' cuba buat2 cerita.

aku tak tau pun pasal cerita tu tapi bila dol call & tanya aku " eh betul ke ko dah tender resign? budak2 sini semua dah heboh?"
"bila masa pulak aku letak resignation letter ni? semalam aku jumpa bos pasal contractor, & aku baru amik surat dari ING"
"agakmya diorang ingat surat yang ko pegang tu surat resign kot."

aku cukup tensen dengan kaki sebar khabar angin ni, aku ada saspek beberapa ekor malaun yang buat2 cerita padahal cerita sebenar lansung dia tak tau, memang sengaja nak sensasikan cerita sendiri untuk publisiti murahan, yang jadi mangsa, aku! haram jadah jugak la mamat ni. dan ada juga possibility yang dikatakan nampak aku kat lokasi masa aku tengah buat 'negotiation'. yang ni aku tak tau sapa sebab aku nampak ramai candidate dan aku lagi focus towards the negotiation with the agent and did not notice any familiar face nearby the registration table.

kepada kaki penyebar khabar angin aku nak pesan,
"lu tak reti buat hal sendiri ke?"
"kalau lu tak tahu cerita jangan nak buat cerita"
"kalau gua tangkap lu red handed atau tanya soalan bodoh kat aku, aku takkan teragak-agak to give you HELL"
"mind your own F**king business bastards!"
" I am still doing my own business in low profile mode."
" do you know whats going on?"
"did i say I'm going?'
"did i tender resignation letter?"
"Buzz off dammit"

dan baru sejam lepas, handphone aku bunyi lagi
"Hello" sapa aku
"Yinnadey" bunyi suara sebelah sana
" dey tambi! wrong number la!"
"ayyoyoo, Sorry, sorry, sorry..."
Nasib baik orang salah nombor...

Video buaya di Port dickson

this is the prove that there are salt water crocodile exist in Tanjung Tuan Port Dickson.

CNY 2010

Raya cina 2010 lepas cuti panjang ooo.. rugi kalau tak balik kampung, dah la mak aku baru je pas operate buang cancer cell kalau tak balik gak tak tau la apa nak cakap. check tiket flight MAS, Airasia, Firefly sumer harga dah melambung, kalau naik MAS sah2 lima ratus lebih duit terbang, air asia pun lebih kurang je, fire fly kurang sikit tapi beratus jugak la. bukan apa, malas nak buang masa driving.

nak drive boleh aje, tapi tayar depan keta dah botak, tepi dah licin. dua tiga hari sebelum holiday pakat2 ajak balik, naik la vios, tapi last minit, lewat petang sebelum nak bertolak malam tu tuan punye Vios lak takleh balik sebab ada hal. tapi since dah pakat nak balik, Vios je yang balik, tuan punye Vios pinjam dulu kete lain kat KL. so that nite pukul 3 pagi aku drive from KL. ingatkan toll free tapi kena bayar gak. dalam tv kata free, kelentong betul la.

Bila sampai raub, ingatkan pukul 3 pagi tak jem, tapi rupanya jem gak coz byk keta, nasib baik tak balik petang, kalau tak, lagi la sesak merangkak macam kura-kura.bila dah lepas raub & bentong baru la trafik ok skit. lepas sikit dari kuala lipis, tengah bawak slow-slow, dengan keta lain semua menghala ke kota bharu dua tiga kereta je menghala KL, tiba-tiba tiga buah keta wira sempat lagi bawak laju giler racing sesama sendiri Ke arah Kuala Lipis. keta lain bawak 70-80 je, diorang mau cecah 120. tak ke giler cari penyakit.

bila sampai kat merapoh, ter'stuck' dalam jem, terpaksa la menyelit2 takut2 terlepas subuh, ni mesti accident, ni la masalah driver kat Malaysia, asal accident je jem, asal accident je jem, yang geramnye jem tu sebab nak tengok accident, siap tengok terteleng macam nak patah tengkuk sekor2 dalam kereta termasuk la sang driver.

rupa2nye jem tu sebab kereta yang racing tadi accident. satu dalam longkang sebelah kanan, satu dalam longkang sebelah kiri dan satu kat tengah2 jalan. memang la padan dengan muka diorang. yang accidentnya suma bawak lone ranger suma budak melayu umur 20-an, dah accident baru nak termenung tepi jalan. muka sekor-sekor monyok mengalahkan muka ayam kehilangan telur. yang bongok nak racing kat jalan tu sapa suruh. kereta kemik kiri kanan depan belakang, nasib baik tak total loss, tapi nak repair banyak gak la terbang. Ni kalau cakap kat mamat-mamat yang termenung tepi jalan
"amacam? sedap bang?" hahaha
mesti panas je telinga diorang..

A story of...

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Quranic Studies. The Mualim had shared about listening to Allah and obeying Allah through intuition.

The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does Allah still speak to people through intuition?'

After Lessons, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how Allah had led them in different ways and that at the end you'll know it was Allah(SWT) Who has directed you.

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'Allah...If you still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen.. I will do my best to obey.'

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, 'Allah is that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.

But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk came into his head. 'Okay, Allah, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk.

He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

As he passed Seventh Street , he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.'This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street .

At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, 'Okay, Allah, I will.'

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around.

He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the
best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either.
The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.'

The young man looked at the house.. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.

He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat. 'Allah, this is insane. Those people are asleep and
if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.'
Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay Allah(SWT), if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay.

I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something, but if the don't answer right away, I am out of here.'

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. 'What is it?'
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.' The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.

The man began speaking and half crying, 'We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money.. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking Allah(SWT) to show me how to get some milk.'

His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?'

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand.

He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that Allah (SWT) still answers prayers..