| Wednesday, August 30, 2006 |
| Leaving My 20s |
 Forever-young CekmiThis Sunday, the most dreadful moment will finally come. It will mark the terrible turning point of my youthful days. 3rd of September will definitely witness another inevitable ageing process upon another weak human being called Cekmi.
Yes, Cekmi is turning 30!
Well, at least physically.
Honestly, I am freaking out inside. I feel like I haven’t prepared anything for the natural contract of being a 30-year-old man. A man? That scares me even more. I have never felt like a man. I am always a little teenage boy. So, like Peter Pan, I refuse to go through another stage of life, definitely not this weekend.
But then, there Britney Spears singing for me – “You are not a boy, not yet a man…”
Okay, let’s check the reality. What makes you so disturbed, Cekmi?
One, I still belong to a single club (I am a hopeless lonely man who never dates any creatures for ages)
Two, I have not reached the financial status I have wanted (maybe the weight machine cum a fortune teller at Alpha angle was right when it said, “Although you make plenty of money when young, you will only accumulate it in middle age”)
That’s all? You are so over reactive Cekmi. Now, count your blessings!
One, I am professionally better than mat-rempits.
Two, my weight is getting better (though my Japanese height is unalterable)
Three, I have terminated all the three “fancy” credit cards so that now I have zero debts with those ever-blood sucking banks
Four, I am almost completing my ever-slow master’s degree
Okay, well done Cekmi.
Apparently, I have more blessings than curses. But what scares me most of becoming 30 is that I have not lived my life the way the other normal guys at my age have lived - the way the family, the colleagues, and the societies want me to be. I am afraid that my 30’s life will change this reality, which troubles me. I have never felt like I am ready to accept the mainstream lifestyles of becoming a normal 30-year old guy. Mentally and soulfully, I am always 10 years younger than what I physically am. Truthfully, I am not matured enough to be 30. My students deserve more the position that I have now, judging from their physical looks and matured approach in general life.
What’s more, this crucial state of mine is like Hang Tuah metaphorically saying to Puteri Gunung Ledang, “Tangan hamba terikat di langit, kaki hamba terpasak di bumi, jasad tidak standing mimpi.” I am trapped between my physical obligations and my crying hearts. Should I listen to my bodily needs or follow my youthful instincts? Help me dear readers (the question sounds so like Illyana in Impian Ilyana on nTV7, only I did not charge 50 cent for an answer through SMS).
By the way, preparations have been made. My friends and I are going to “celebrate” the destruction of my 20s in Pulau Perhentian this weekend. What a jolly way to welcome the not-so-jolly day I will become older! I wish when I wake up next week, I am still the old “young Cekmi”, who never complies with ageing nuisance.
p/s: Happy Merdeka Malaysia (I am free!) Labels: cekmi's nauseous worries |
| mused by cekmi @ 9:51 AM |
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| Monday, August 28, 2006 |
| Cekmi, The Director |
 Creative Lab: one of the best companies in BC Fair
Last week was a memorable week for me since I was made responsible for the biggest extra-curricular event ever conducted by my department – Business Communication Fair or the famous BC Fair (truthfully, I coined it so after coming back from PC Fair two weeks ago).
When I was appointed as a Director for the so-called BC Fair last month, I had no idea how I was going to direct it. I was not sure whether I could make this event a fair, a sure-heboh type of carnival. The ‘best’ part was that I had no secretariat. So, it was a one-man show with no clear-cut communication and organization. Ironically, it was the event for business communication students where communication and organization are highly crucial. What a good cheater, opps, teacher.
So when it finally started last Monday in the College Great Hall, I was worried, thinking that the students’ booths would be customerless, that the event would be doomed to a total fiasco. However, everything went so crazily well beyond my expectation. So many visitors unexpectedly came that it made wonder where the hell they came from. It was really a sure-letop fair. It was like a 1976-Corona car suddenly turned into 2006-Honda Jazz car. Expect the unexpected, people say, but this unexpected turnout was so good it made me perplexed and intoxicated. The students made it all happen and happening. It was crazy. It was like a wild party.
Students' booths: soooooo Islamically presentable
Listening to Chairman: soooooo boring lawyer-like
What’s more, it got the attention from the Chairman of the College that an extra-ordinary gathering was held during the fair. He was deeply excited about BC Fair that he himself requested this gathering so that he could share some of his entrepreneurial experiences with the students. The gathering went incredibly well. Students proudly wore their corporate attire, listening attentively to Chairman’s inspiring words. What an accomplishment!
I was still damn thrilled with BC Fair that, during my speech in a closing ceremony, I was over reactive, saying all those flattering things about business communication students that made them wild into cheers. It was indeed true. I had never been so proud of them. Each one of them had made the BC Fair a huge success. I will definitely direct again in the future, and this time it will be held in KL Convention Centre (so ambitious Cekmi)
Bravo Mr. Director!
Cekmi with ex-Royal Stationery staffs: So happy ek? Labels: cekmi's shining limelight |
| mused by cekmi @ 10:39 AM |
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| Happy Birthday Lunacy! |
(thinking of a birthday present?)
Long-lasting Calvin Klein, or
Untouched sandy beach, or
Nutritious Italian spaghetti, or
Azure heart-of-the-ocean diamond, or
Cozy five-star hotel suite, or
Yearning sweet roses
Kak Lun, these are what you are to me, er, figuratively.
Happy Birthday!Labels: cekmi's gracious wishes |
| mused by cekmi @ 10:27 AM |
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| Wednesday, August 23, 2006 |
| My Blogsahabats: A Post-Mortem Analysis |
I met with some of my blogsahabats recently.
Who were they?
(alphabetically listed, not preferably ranked)
Awan – Mr. Perfect Next-Door-Boy
Azell – Miss Pretty Paris Hilton
Cekya – Miss Merry-Go-Round Girl
i_mshe – Madam Tall and Tough
Tatot – Miss Fashionably Late
Wtl – Miss Ever-Caring Lady
Zuhri – Mr. Snap Man
(Cekmi – Mr. Poorly Bullied)
What do I like about them?
Awan – Reddish Cheeks
Azell – Table Manners
Cekya – Chechnya descendant
i_mshe – American family
Tatot – Iron-Woman Jokes
Wtl – Persistent Organizer
Zuhri – Family Man
(Cekmi – Man of Steel)
So, what’s the update?
Awan – Moving nine times, it is never boring
Azell – Going to catch you later, IT girl
Cekya – Cekya without a camera is Cekyaless
i_mshe – So in love with cuti-cuti Malaysia
Tatot – Obsessed with maps and maths
Wtl – Love is all around, even if we don’t have one
Zuhri – okay, they were speakers, not CCTV
(Cekmi – I took SRP not PMR, and yes, I am old and need hearing aids)
Friendship was well celebrated.
Thank you guys.Labels: cekmi's darling episodes |
| mused by cekmi @ 9:28 AM |
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| Thursday, August 17, 2006 |
| Standard Chartered, Bullshitted |
I had a long painful, nauseating, dramatic experience with Standard Chartered (can’t believe this is my first entry after months of ‘khalwat’).
Bullshit 1
My first application for credit card and balance transfer was rejected, due to an incomplete billing address.
Bullshit 2
After being persuaded by the salesperson in Ampang Point, I applied again. And it was rejected again due to the same problem.
Bullshit 3
I faxed the complete billing address they wanted, and it was approved. But, not a single money was transferred. I receive only the credit card. They asked me to apply again.
Bullshit 4
I faxed the balance transfer application for three times before it was approved. But, only 30% of the money was transferred.
Bullshit 5
I did not receive the first statement, and they claimed that I was overdue. They charged me other interests.
Bullshit 6
After 2 months suffering from the humiliation, I decided to cancel the card. They asked me to pay the interests for the following 34 months.
Bullshit 7
I paid the whole sum and cancelled the card. They said there might be other interests incurred, even after I cancelled the card.
Bullshit 8
The many-faces customer service lady called me, persuading me not to cancel the card. I said no. She said it was nice talking to me. I said:
“Nice talking to you too. And I still think Standard Chartered is the lousiest fucking bullshit bank on the earth.”
Labels: cekmi's beastly grumbles |
| mused by cekmi @ 12:10 PM |
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