Learn from the Eagle

This is something I wrote for one of my department bulletin.

We have launched our Service Excellence 10/10 (SE10/10) on 1st September 2007. Our SE10/10 being the 1st destination is part of our 20 years plan. We have the Eagle representing our intentions, aims and aspirations to achieve our TNB company’s Vision that is to reach Global leadership - to be among the Leading Corporations in the Energy and Related Businesses Globally.

Are we ready to take off like the eagle? Would we be able to endure the hardship of change in order to realize our company’s vision? Let us take a look and learn from the eagle.
The eagle has the longest life-span of its species. It can live up to 70 years. But to reach this age, the eagle must make a hard decision in its 40s. It’s long & flexible talons can no longer grab prey which serves as food. It’s long & sharp beak becomes bent. It’s old-aged and heavy wings due to their thick feathers become stuck to its chest and make it difficult to fly. Then the eagle is left with only 2 options : Die or Go through a painful process of change which lasts 150 days.
The process requires that the eagle fly to a mountain top and sit on its nest. There the eagle knocks its beak against a rock until it plucks it out. After plucking it out, the eagle will wait for a new beak to grow back & then it will pluck out its talons. When its new talons grow back, the eagle starts plucking its old aged feathers. And after 5 months, the eagle takes its famous flight of rebirth and lives for 30 more years.

As our pepatah Melayu says “Berakit-rakit kehulu, berenang-renang ketepian. Bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian”. Now what have you learn from this article? How can you contribute in achieving SE10/10? What role can you play?

Self Discovery & Finding the Right Path to Friendship

As long as I can remember, I have constantly struggle with the word friends. I have always attribute to me not knowing how to be a human being so what more being a friend ,that contributes to my dilemma. Thus, the word Friend & Friendship baffle me. After 3 decades & I still could not get the hang of it. What an irony.



I wonder why at times?

Is it because I am delusional, living in my own fantasy of how a friend should be or should react.

Or is itbecause I don’t really understand myself as to what I really wanted from a friend?

Could it be that what I want is something that my friends could not provide?

Is it because of who I am & what I do?

Alternatively is I have not find the right type of friends. But then & again how do we classify what is the right type & what is not?

Do we choose friends? Or is it something that just happen. Well, you feel that you can click with someone & one progress from there. That's where it all begins....



In order to understand better, I have to describe a little bout the type of person I am, what I think & feel. I am emotional, sentimental and i believe caring (over caring is more like it) as well. I dont think I am judgemental. I am happy when my friend let me help in any way possible (my worry is that they dont call me when they need help). It could have been as insignificant as driving them to somewhere to get somethings. I also believe that when you love someone you love them whole heartedly thus I like this explanation on love:
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.

It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
It does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.



What I want to do is to ensure (up to the best of my capability) that my friends are happy (not hurt), would like them to be safe & healthy (something I can only pray about), to be there 24/7 (if they will only let me).



I think I tend to do things that scares off my friends & I guess it's my problem.
How I tend to scares off my friends that is a long story. So stay tune.....

Sketches

A kaleidoscope

Poems written in the 80s

A kaleidoscope
Changing from time to time
Beauty that’s beyond our reach
And destruction is but a step away

Gazing
What once was Asgard
Dew of tears
Hanging on each scrubs
Dancing happily
Glitters under the moon rays
As the sun arises
Its power exercised
The dew vanishes

Paintings of heaven
Story of the past
A variety of display
An interpretation of the mind

One can see the greenery around
Mountains,
Reaching the skies
Displaying their strength and wisdom
Yet, lost in battle
Lost to the mist and fog that conquers
They lay down their claim
South wind blew
Announcing its forth coming
Mightier than ever
But gentle at heart
As it whisper a message
A message of love
Peace and content
Lost in time

Suddenly!
A loud clash
Thor hammers away
Sending sparks of lights
Across the heaven above
Showers in on its way

A change in the kaleidoscope
Shock to see
The display of modern architecture
Dark and ugly
Grow like mushrooms after the rain
Monotonous
Still and lifeless
Replacing all beauty
Yet to the rich and famous
Glamour and glory
Pollution, stress and disease
Fill the air
Deep down its crying
For beauty was lost
Lost forever
Never to be replaced

A nation’s hope
For a better tomorrow is shattered
For the future generations
Can only see
The display of destruction
The other side of the kaleidoscope
Ponder then
Which side of the kaleidoscope you would rather see?

Knowing You

Poems written in the 80s

Knowing you has made
My life a paradise
Where beauty fills the eyes
Where the scent of blooming flowers
And dews of tears from heaven above
Glitters like a thousand diamonds
Under the bright sunlight
Grass tall like steeple
Grow free and wild
Birds of all kinds
Each with it’s own beauty
Fills the morning sky
Whispering pines
Mesmerized by the enchanting tunes
Dance according to its rhythm
But life, is dead
And eclipse of darkness
Surrounds me
For without you
Birds no longer chirps
Grass once freely grows
Now choke with weeds
Strangling all beauty
Grief and sorrow encompasses me
Each passing moment
Sorrow, mount with great intensity
Like a knife
Slicing deeply into my heart
Life, is yet another painting
A scenery
A scenario of darkness.

Kota Kota Tembok

Poems written in the 80s

Sang suria termenung di jendela
Ingin melihat kejadian dunia
Tapi...alangkah pilunya
Melihat alam
Alam yang suatu ketika serba indah
Dipenuhi flora dan fauna
Kurniaan Tuhan
Kini, telah hapus dan bersilih ganti
Dengan kota-kota tembok

Alangkah sedihnya
Melihat kota-kota tembok
Yang tinggi dan tersergam indah
Disanjung dan dipuji manusia
Manusia yang kian berubah mengikut era
Era kepesatan pertumbuhan kota-kota tembok
Kota metropolitan

Alangkah sedihnya
Melihat tangan manusia yang terkapai-kapai
Lemas ditenggelami arus pemodenan
Mencuba dan mengejar ruang-ruang kosong
Mata yang kian diselubungi keinginan
Keinginan untuk maju dan berkembang
Sejajr perkembangan dunia
Namun manusia buta
Buta akan kehancuran alam
Kekosongan jiwa
Yang tidak dapat dipenuhi dan diganti
Oleh kota-kota tembok

Sang suria menangis
Mengenangi memori alam
Kesegaran dan keindahan alam
Burung yang berkecipan di pagi hari
Sang bayu yang membisikkan lagu
Pohon-pohon yang menari kegembiraan
Binatang yang keluar bermain
Kini kesemuanya telah berlalu
Diganti dengan kekotoran dan kehitaman
Yang diluahkan kota-kota tembok
Yang tinggal
Hanya memori
Memori indah!

The Enchanted Forest

Poems written in the 80s

Day turn to night
The sun lay its gentle head down
Fast asleep
The inhabitants of the night
Comes out to play
The Luna, majesty of darkness
With stars that waited on her
Glows like Cherubim
All enjoying the entertainment down below

Aye, they are the guardian
The guardian of the enchanted forest

The enchanted forest
Comes alive at night
The creatures of the night
Hustle and bustle through the forest
Rats twitching their nose
Smelling the night air
Scrupulously and alert
Scurrying along with its task
Watching for predators
A dash, fast as lightning
It disappears
When the hoot of an owl
Echoes through the forest
Bats of all shapes and sizes
Come out by the dozen to feast

A tune
The cricket with its fiddle
The snake, a hiss
The frog with its croaking
An orchestra of the forest

The night air fills with laughter and music
As the fairy folks
Comes out to play
Hair glittering like diamonds
Garments of satin and silk
On toadstool they sit
And delicacies they dine
Rare and delicious

And so, one might stumble
Across a fairy or two
If one is lucky
And understand the whisper
The whisper of the trees
They would tell of fantastic stories
The stories of the enchanted forest

As the sun arises
Laugher and music no longer heard
Trees no longer whisper
Thus, only those who are innocent
And young at heart
Will know the mystical happening
In the enchanted forest
When day turns to night

The Four Seasons

Poems written in the 80s

Friends are like seasons
Spring, when all life came alive
That’s when a friendship bloom
It enjoys lying lazily under the sun
Feeling the warm caress of the breeze
Grows & enjoy the warmth of spring

Summer, the heat of the sun grew stronger
Heat beating down
It begins to wither
Thirst for water
Hunger for change

Autumn
It withered but some stayed
It has lost all colors of life

Winter snow falls
The snow queen works begun
Freezing & breaking
What once spring has brought – Friendship

The strong will survive all seasons
For true friendship keep each other warm
For love can eliminate all spells cast
Alas, the weak, they withered and die

Memory of the seasons will remain
Sadness fills the still quiet air
But in the cycle of life
One will find yet another new start,
Another new friend
When spring comes again
Some will perish
Never to recover again
Perish along with winter.

The Ruin

Poems written in the late 80s

A misty night
Across the plain
Stood a mansion
A ruin
Magnificent and glorious
Surviving and enduring all hardship
Sun and rain beating down
Upon it’s melancholy wall
Wind blew
Scraping each nourishment
Draining each existence of life

Moss and ivy covered wall
Stain on the ruin reflects its age

Indeed the ruin
Once stood majestic and magnificent
Now, remains a ruin
Older than time itself

The ruin
In misty and foggy nights
Mysterious
Eerie
Old and scary
Filled with a thousand stories

In the olden days
When music and laughter fills the air
Prince and princes sat by the crackling fire
Eagerly listening to stories
Stories of drowning sailors
Of young brave soldiers
Of Knights and fair maiden
From far away land
Now it is but a ruin
Laughter and music no longer fills the air

Yet it’s a beauty
To one who knows
The hidden stories
The hidden stories
Of the ruin.

Untitled

The reason for it being known as Untitled mainly cos I have yet to figure out a suitable title. Kak Kas commented that the presence of proper thought flow has yet to exist. It's true in a sense. This poem depicts confusion, frustration and a clumpered up thoughts. I am contemplating if I should just leave it be or ......

Darkness of the night
Quiet still air
Lying on the bed
Trying to sleep
As the business of the day passes
Recalling event of the day
Difficult …. difficult to sleep
Once the eyes shut
Thousand thoughts began to swim by
To haunt me
To torment me
Suffocating
No where to go
No where to run
No where to hide
In the midst of my sanity
I question
Am I doing more harm to myself?
Or to those around me
Alas people don’t change
They never do
History always repeats itself
We never learn
Never will
A habit
A Norm
We grow older
But no wiser
Felt the cold sweat
The dizziness
The anxiety
Can I not bury myself
Not think
Does it matter?
Why?
The pain that I felt
Try as I may
Sleep would not come my way

Turbulent Feelings

This one might need to revisit one fine day when I can find the time. It's somehow not refine nor complete. This is supposed to be metaphoric. Got the idea of writing in a metaphoric way from my boss.

In the beginning,
When the earth was form
The ocean was blue and still
Ocean surrounded by mountains
Sheltered
Safe
Carefree

Generation passes
Ocean became more turbulent
Restless
Its raging wave, constantly beat against the shore
It lashes out
It vent its frustration on the shore
The rocks
The pebbles

Waves battered and abuse
Anything that dare stand in its path
A pebble
Drag along by the waves
As it enters the great big ocean
It begin to sink

Kesedaran Seorang Insan Biasa

This I can't really remember how it come about. The title was given by Kak Kas. Well, show it to some friends, many couldn't believe I wrote this. There are just those days which the inspiration cometh. I used to write poems way back during my secondary school days. I had stopped for one reason or another. Somehow, lately after joining my new company, my artistic side re-surface. Guess I am working with a bunch of great people who is both inspiring & artistic. :o)

Ku merenung keluar jendela
Sejauh mata memandang
Keindahan senja
Kemegahan gunung
Kelembutan angin yang meniup
Syukur Alhamdullilah
Kurniaan Allah

Termenung ku seketika
Fikiran ku mula melayang
Kembali ku ke realiti
Bila kedengaran laungan azan
Azan yg memanggil umat
Menunaikan keimanan & kewajiban

Doa Seorang Ibu

Wrote this a day before Mother's Day. Was just lying there aimlessly when my "Ilham" came.

Dudukku seorang di anjung rumah
Gambar anakku disisi
Namun ia hanya sekeping gambar
Ku duduk meratap, merenung, menunggu
Air mata melinang di pipi
Rindu yang tidak terkata
Hari demi hari berlalu
Namun tiada kau balik melihatku

Kini, kau tidak ingin menatap wajahku
Wajahku yang uzur
Kau enggan memegang tanganku
Tanganku yang kasap
Lupakah kamu,
Wajah pertama yang kamu lihat ialah wajahku
Dan tangankulah yang memandikan kamu
Menyuapkan kamu
Mendidik kamu
Membesarkan kamu

Pulanglah wahai anakku
Sejak kau pergi ke kota
Alasan demi alasan yang kau bagi
Kau hanya tahu mengejar kekayaan
Mementingkan kejayaan

Wahai anakku,
Walaupun kamu lupa akan ibumu
Namun, setiap hari ku doakan agar kau
Tidak lupa mengerjakan segala perintah-Nya
Meninggalkan segala larangan-Nya
Dan menguatkan keimanan mu kepada Allah s.w.t

Anakku, pulanglah kamu ke pangkuanku
Pulanglah....

Poem for Rose

This is a poem I recently wrote for someone very dear to me.

Rose, an epitome
Of beauty, sweetness and gentleness
Swaying gently
Invigorating aroma
Lovely as the autumn leaves
Adorn with sight too marvelous for words
Wind caressing each petals
Ah…. Such peace, tranquility, such joy
Too deep to be fathom?
Indeed

Marvel at God’s creation
A simple flower yet
Hidden within - complexity
Mysteriously interwoven
Uniquely special
Distinct, definitely one in a million.

Why A Blog?

Welcome to my blog. Wow being an illiterate in IT, I had never in a million years dreams about having my own blog. Basically I love to write, mainly poems though. I needed a space for me to post my writings. I hope to be able to finish writing a book about my experience, thoughts - basically what I've been through.

Other than writing, also love to draw/sketch. I hope to be able to post some of my sketches in this site as well.

To those who manage to find this site. I hope that you'll will be able to drop a comment or two. Much appreciated.

Enjoy!