Celebrating Evidence of Succes

I believe in celebrating success, no matter how small. Therefore, I write.

I have so far accumulated seven customers as UTC. Even though not many, I am very happy at the fact that two of them became my customers via referrals. Also, one of the referees is not (yet) an investor because she is still studying.

I can see here that I must promote myself, no matter who I meet, be it student or even a jobless person. We never know who are their friends, associates or family. Furthermore, they might be interested or financially stable enough to invest with me someday.

I couldn’t describe the happiness I felt when these friends texted, “Ajan, my friend would like to invest with you.” The happy feeling was just like when I got my first hand phone, when I received a motorcycle as a surprise gift from my parents or when I won a state-level speech contest on my first attempt. Perhaps, this is why people said the success after a long, hard work felt sweeter.

I believe I just have to continue the work and then after long enough, the referrals I get will bring me even more happiness and bigger success. Perhaps, the success is even beyond my current imagination. At least I know now, at this point of my life, any dream is worth it as long as I strive for it.

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To Better Yourself, Just Do It

A friend, once, asked, “Why do you become a unit trust consultant?” I answered that I want to learn how to sell. I learned through reading that successful leaders of the world are great salesperson. I also learned that to be a good salesperson is to do it extensively, regularly – Learning By Doing.

I registered as unit trust consultant (UTC) in August 2010. Honestly, so far, I’m not very proud of my personal sales. But the point is I’m not giving up. The fact that I’m progressing very slowly does bother me, but I’m not stopping. I just have to give myself some more time, as long as I’m not stagnant.

The main reason of this slow progress, I believe, is the fact that I’m an introvert kind of person. Though I’m not the type of introvert who prefers to stay at home, when I socialize I prefer to observe and listen to other people talking rather than giving my own opinion, especially when I’m with people I barely know. And most of the time, I’m not comfortable when people ask for my opinion about things not directly related to me.

To some people, speaking in front of audience is way harder than selling one-to-one. To me, it’s the other way around. I’m not sure why. Perhaps, it’s because I found Toastmaster first before embarking in this journey of selling (that’s a little overly dramatic but I’d keep it that way).

My team leaders said, “The best way to improve your selling skill in this line is to join as many roadshows as you can.” I couldn’t agree more. We can meet a lot of people in roadshows and make as many mistakes as we can so we can improve our presentation scripts by those experience. But first, I need to learn to approach people naturally before steering the conversation to my presentation.

In the few roadshows I’ve joined, so far, I’ve found that when I speak to people and they give unexpected answers, I can’t continue the conversations the way I want to. So the conversation ended with the prospect saying “I’ll think about it and this is my number” before I even begin my presentation.

One of my UTC friends said, “You haven’t found your punchline. You’ll correct your scripts along the way as you meet many people.” That’s what I think so, too. I’m grateful I’ve enthusiastic leaders and helpful friends alongside me in this journey.

I just make sure that I progress, continuously, regardless of my speed. “Life is not a race”, says Aamir Khan in Three Idiots. In the end, I know, I will find the success I yearn for. Ameen Ya Rabb.

What Happens When You Love Someone So Much?

Yesterday, I had dinner with ten of my friends at a mamak restaurant. All of them are non-Malay. While we were eating, suddenly one of my friends – quite senior – said to me, “You should learn Mandarin and then marry a Chinese guy. Mixed genes produce good offspring. You will have smart children.” When he said these, I laughed hard because first; he said this out of nowhere – he brought the subject without pretext – and second; why me out of all people in the tables? He even added, “In Malaysia, it is quite hard to marry Malays because we need to convert to Islam. Then, we need to pray five times a day and cannot eat non-halal anymore.” (Those words are not exactly his but, basically, the gist is there). I simply smiled all the way. Everything he said is the truth – mixed marriage produce good offspring and the things that every muslim must obey. That’s why I don’t intend to correct or contradict him. Furthermore, he is like a father to me – in terms of age. Plus, I always enjoy chitchatting with him.

When I drove home that night, in an hour drive, I was constantly thinking of what he said. If, in the middle of the conversation, he ever asked me ‘Will I remain muslim even if there is no law stating I must do so and why?’ my answer would be “Absolutely”.

What happens when you love someone so much? You want to always be there for that someone. You drive your child to and from school even if it distracts your work schedule because of love. You took leave to accompany your sick mother in the hospital because of love. You marry someone and stay loyal to death because of love. The same thing happens when you are in love with HIM. Five-time prayer a day is love. Limiting my choice of food is love.

I love HIM so much yet my love is nothing compared to HIS love. What if HE forgets HIS love for me for a minute and I stop breathing? What if HE forgets me for a few seconds and my heart stops beating? But knowing HIM, I know this is not possible because I know I can rely on HIM.

On top of that, I think it is only fair for me that if I ever decide to love someone and let that someone loves me; our love will only make my love for HIM grow even stronger. When you marry someone, you want your spouse to love your parents as much as you do and your parents love him/her too. This way, our life will glow with love, the way we want to, the way we need.

They say, ‘Love is infinite’. No matter how many people you add into your heart, there is always room for another. I think it is because every love we have is a subset of every other love in our heart. Alhamdulillah (Praises to HIM).

 

Pak Ngah dah kembali kepada-Nya

Pak Ngah dah kembali kepada-Nya…

Ayat di atas masih tak dapat aku serap sepenuhnya. Realiti aku masih tersekat pada bulan November tahun lalu masa Pak Ngah masih boleh usik-usik aku. 22 Disember, Pak Ngah masuk HUKM. 24 Disember, aku melawat Pak Ngah, dia masih boleh bercakap-cakap lagi walaupun lemah. 26 Disember, Pak Ngah rebah. Pak Ngah terus ‘tidur’ sampai ke akhirnya – 17 Januari, lebih kurang jam 5pagi.

Pagi tu waktu Subuh, emak tiba-tiba masuk bilik aku, “Akak, Adik, Pak Ngah dah tiada.” Dalam kegelapan dan kekagetan, aku ucapkan innalilahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.

Aku tak dapat lupakan ayat Wak Jalil, abang sulung emak, pada aku, “Adik Wak dah tak ada, kakak.” Masa itu, kami di rumah arwah sebelum pengebumian. Jenazah arwah terbujur kaku di pembaringan.

Paman Jagua mimpi yang sama macam anaknya, dua tiga hari sebelum arwah pergi. Ada dua lelaki datang jumpa dia dan bertanya kebaikan arwah. Salah seorang lelaki itu mencatatkan setiap apa yang Paman sebutkan.

Mak Uda pula mimpi Pak Ngah duduk di birai katil hospital dalam keadaan sihat. Bila Mak Uda tanya, “Abang dah sihat?” Pak Ngah jawab, “Dah!”

Adik pun mimpi gigi dua kali. Biasanya, kalau ada ahli keluarga, jiran terdekat atau kawan-kawan rapat nak kembali ke rahmatullah, adik mesti mimpi gigi. Kadang-kadang aku mimpi juga. Tapi kali ini, aku tak ingat kalaupun aku ada mimpi.

Bik Lah pula sanggup naik bas ke KL sebab “Bik Lah terasa macam Pak Ngah menunggu Bik Lah.” Hari Ahad tengahari Bik Lah sampai, pagi Isnin sebelum subuh Pak Ngah pergi. Hari Sabtu, aku sekeluarga baru datang melawat.

Pada hari pemergian arwah, Paman Jagua menyampaikan hajatnya nak meneruskan Family Day kami. Mungkin Paman merasakan itu merupakan hasrat terakhir arwah. Jadi walaupun arwah sudah tiada, niatnya yang baik itu eloklah kami teruskan. Katanya, Paman bermimpi arwah bertanya, “Barang-barang untuk 6-7 haribulan ini dah siap?” Mungkin arwah merujuk pada Family Day itu. Allah yang lebih tahu.

Dalam masa tak sampai sebulan semua ni berlaku. Dari Pak Ngah sihat ceria, masuk hospital, rebah, koma, sampailah dia pergi. Namun, kami tak kesalkan pemergian Pak Ngah sebab Pak Ngah pergi dalam keadaan baik, mudah, bahagia dan ketika kami semua sayangkannya.

Semoga Allah cucurkan rahmat ke atas rohnya dan semoga Allah tempatkannya dalam kalangan hamba-hamba-Nya yang beriman. Ameen. Kami bersyukur pada-Mu kerana telah meminjamkan arwah bertahun-tahun kepada kami dan ‘kehadirannya’ telah mewarnai hidup kami.

Mi Goreng Basah

Macamana nak jadikan mi goreng basah lebih lemak dan basahnya gembira? Saya mempersembahkan resepi tak terkenal mak saya. Setakat ini, test market menunjukkan statistik yang memihak kepada sedap – kawan-kawan saya majoriti suka (yg tak suka tu, sebab pedas sangat… hehe).

Caranya adalah, sebelum masukkan mee, masukkan dulu tauhu yang telah dilecek. Tauhu ni akan kelihatan macam telur. Bezanya, telur berminyak, tapi tauhu cuma rasa lemak. Bila letak tauhu, tak perlu letak telur lagi. Mi tu dah cukup gembira sebab tauhu sendiri memang basah.

Berikut adalah resepi penuh

Bahan-bahan:

Mi kuning 500g

Bawang merah

Bawang putih

Cili kering

Isi ayam atau daging atau bebola ikan

Tauhu yang digoreng kemudian dipotong dadu

Dua buku tauhu dilecek sehingga hancur

Sayur kobis / sawi dsbg

Kicap, sos tiram, sos cili

 

Cara menyediakan:

1. Kisar cili, bawang merah dan bawang putih. Tumiskan bahan kisar sehingga pecah minyak (barulah tak rasa pijar bila makan).

2. Masukkan isi ayam / daging / bebola ikan / fishcake berserta sos tiram, sos cili dan kicap. Biasanya garam tak diperlukan sebab sos tiram dan kicap sudah masin.

3. Setelah yang tadi masak, masukkan sayur, tauhu goreng, tauhu lecek dan mi kuning. Kacau rata sehingga semua masak.

 

Selamat mencuba kepada penggemar-penggemar mi goreng basah.

Itadakimasu!

The Power of Story

I just finished reading this book recently. Written by Jim Loehr, he introduce a way to improve your life by rewriting your life story. Yes, we write our own story and it will act as a course we are going to go through until the end of our life.

The interesting part about this book is, JL not only explains the paradigm behind this story-writing, but he also include ways to take this into action – which I think is the best way to teach a way of living. The idea, the plan, the action course.

For those who seriously want to change their life in many significant ways, I suggest you read this book. (For muslim friends, of course there will be some ideas not suited to our ways. You’ll know when you read it and you’ll know what’s best for us.)

A Lesson On Common Sense

I live in a hostel and my room is located near the garbage bins area. That is not a problem as long as the smell is not overwhelming. Furthermore, my room is one of the nearest to the elevator, which is a rare advantage where I live.

Last weekend, I was frustrated with my neighbors. On weekend, the cleaner workers always put two bins with plastic bags, unlike any other weekdays where only one bin is provided. One bin was full while the other remained empty, but they still cramped the full bin with garbage till it overstuffed. Upon seeing the unpleasant condition, I put the lid of the full bin on and put off the other bin’s lid. But still, they cramped and cramped more litters into the full bin.

Well, I don’t specifically know who did this but I was so angry that I wrote a note that sounds like this (I even wrote it in bilingual!):

Do you notice that both bins are provided plastic bags on weekends? That means: “The cleaner workers are on off days. Please use the other bin when this one is full.” Please use your brain even when it comes to garbage only. Thank you.

It sounds kind of rude, you see, but I was so disappointed that so-called degree students cannot think in terms of common sense. Can’t they see the cleaner workers will have to clean the overflowing dirts which is a very unpleasant task which I doubt they’d mind doing it themselves? Can’t they at least have a conscience of keeping their surroundings clean?

My words are a bit rough. But I believe that the ‘roughness’ will make my neighbors – the so-called university students – remember to think in terms of common sense, and they will always remember to keep the garbage area clean even after moving into a new hostel!

Kek Kukus Coklat

Bahan A

1 cawan serbuk koko

1 cawan gula

1 cawan susu cair

1 cawan minyak masak

1/2 cawan susu pekat manis

Bahan B

1 1/4 cawan tepung gandum (diayak)

1 sudu teh soda bikarbonat

1 sudu teh serbuk penaik

3 biji telur

1. Semua bahan A dimasukkan ke dalam periuk dan
dimasak sehingga larut. Bahan B diayak dan diasingkan.
2. Telur dipukul hingga naik dan dimasukkan ke dalam periuk bersama-sama bahan B.

3. Gaul semua hingga rata dan masukkan ke dalam loyang yang telah dialas kertas minyak. Tutup dengan aluminium foil dan kukus selama 1 jam.

Senang kan? Selamat mencuba.

Perhimpunan Aman Mengecam Israel

Baru-baru ni di tempat saya pernah belajar, telah diadakan satu perhimpunan aman mengecam tindakan Israel ke atas Ghaza. Seorang kawan saya bercerita, ada seorang pakcik yang pada awalnya memerhati perhimpunan tersebut daripada jauh, datang mendekati kawan ini. Beliau memberi pandangan, “Cara ni tak sesuai. Cara yang paling sesuai adalah solat hajat.” Saya tak bersetuju dengan pakcik ini bila dia berpandangan perhimpunan ini tak sesuai walaupun saya bersetuju dengan pandangannya bahawa solat hajat yang paling sesuai.

Pertama, tak semestinya bila mengadakan perhimpunan tersebut, solat hajat ditinggalkan. Tidak! Solat hajat tetap dilakukan. Kedua, pada pandangan saya, elemen yang paling penting dalam perhimpunan tersebut sebenarnya adalah mendatangkan kesedaran dalam diri orang lain yang tidak tahu mengenai isu ini. Saya tidak pelik apabila seorang junior saya menceritakan bahawa dia mempunyai seorang kawan yang tidak tahu-menahu lansung mengenai apa yang berlaku di Ghaza (…walaupun semua stesen TV dan akhbar tempatan memberikan liputan yang cukup meluas mengenai berita tersebut). Mungkin mahasiswa masakini – sama seperti remaja biasa yang lain – lebih suka melayari internet untuk memuat turun video dan melayari web-web artis kesayangan mereka, berbanding mengambil tahu isu-isu penting di seluruh dunia. Ini baru isu Ghaza, belum cerita isu-isu semasa yang lain.

Kesimpulannya, perhimpunan aman memang penting. Walaupun orang kata, kesannya tak seberapa (Israel memang tak terkesan langsung dengan perhimpunan aman kecil-kecilan ini) inilah caranya untuk mahasiswa menyampaikan maklumat kepada kawan-kawan mereka yang tidak peka, selain kononnya menzahirkan perasaan marah mereka secara aman.

Life is Short

Do you know that butterflies live longer as caterpillars? This natural beautiful creature lives only two days after they get out of their cocoon. After they get out, they look for food and then mating, followed by laying eggs. After that, they come to the end of their lives. Despite the fact, their short term beauty is enough to awe any human being. I think they are the perfect analogy for the saying ‘Beauties don’t last forever’.

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King of Torts

Last night, I finished reading a book entitled “King of Torts” written by John Grisham. There are quite many law terms that I couldn’t understand, making me reading like a tortoise and falling asleep after at least one chapter. (I’m sorry John Grisham). In my personal opinion, this book lack of suspense and the storyline is typical. I think I may like it if it was a movie. I read this book because I’m curious about mass torts practice since it is so unpopular in Malaysia.

You wanna know the synopsis? Dream of it! I’m not gonna tell you. Read it yourself. I’m afraid John Grisham is gonna sue me. Haha…

First Things First

I have been in leadership camps for quite a numerous times in my life. I read non-fiction books about self-building. I attend classes in university. Yet, I cannot bring myself any nearer to answering (with a fully-satisfying answer) why can’t I actually erase this ‘procrastinator’ label glued on my forehead (of course in my imagination!)?

One day (or is it one night when I can’t fall asleep after an attempt of doing a-hundred-skipping ???), I found some interesting facts about these human endowments – self-awareness, conscience, creative imagination, independent will. I nearly forgot to mention this book. It is “First Things First”, written by Stephen R. Covey and Merrills. This book gives me a new perspective about time-management. I do learn this in school, camps and some books, but this book gives full explanations on the principles, the techniques, the whats, the whys and also briefly, on the history of time-management techniques development.

Now, let’s get back to those human endowments. I see now that what I am lack of is independent will. I always know that I need to do something. I fully realize that I need to finish it before the deadline. I know why I must do that thing. But I really can’t stick to what I’m doing for a long time. The same thing happens to routines. I mean good routines that I need to keep like ibadah sunat, exercising, good eating habit, waking up early and many more.

The interesting fact that I mentioned earlier is I have just realized that these self-endowments can actually be nurtured in oneself. Just like growing a plant in a pot. This book is giving some techniques that can be used to nurture our endowments. Wish me luck in improving myself! I recommend you to read this book.

“Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows: for details are swallowed up in principles”

– Alfred North Whitehead –

Sincerely, I don’t even know this Alfred guy. Pardon me.