<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759</id><updated>2012-01-19T15:10:53.973+08:00</updated><category term='300mm'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='Cameron Highland'/><category term='black and white'/><category term='TX-7'/><category term='shahrulghani.com'/><category term='50D'/><category term='rants'/><category term='Genting Highland'/><category term='canon'/><category term='shahrulghani'/><category term='mono'/><category term='50mm'/><category term='EOS'/><title type='text'>Another Point-of-View</title><subtitle type='html'>Gen X. Husband. Father of two boys. Liberal. Fiercely apolitical. Kop. Fresh water and customer service social media advocate.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-8129952666606617696</id><published>2011-12-12T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:56:31.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Satu Pengharapan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1D0ihwIR6DI/TuXGFE-TMPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a7NX2iVPwVI/s1600/375425_2706338864918_1450185802_32790581_1115093152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1D0ihwIR6DI/TuXGFE-TMPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a7NX2iVPwVI/s320/375425_2706338864918_1450185802_32790581_1115093152_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In all honestly, aku enjoy coming to work - bukan kerana aku suka kerja aku, tapi aku enjoy being around friends yang aku sudah kenal lama. Sepanjang berkerja disini, aku tidak pernah anggap staff aku sebagai "&lt;i&gt;workers&lt;/i&gt;". Aku lebih suka to refer to them as "&lt;i&gt;my friends&lt;/i&gt;". Vice-versa, aku tidak gemar mereka refer aku sebagai "&lt;i&gt;En.Shah&lt;/i&gt;" kerana aku lebih suka dipanggil "&lt;i&gt;Shah&lt;/i&gt;" sahaja. Seboleh-bolehnya, aku tidak mahu ada jurang perbezaan kerana I don't like to use an "&lt;i&gt;autocratic management&lt;/i&gt;" style towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told (berulang-ulang kali) bahawa as a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;leader&lt;/i&gt;, aku tidak boleh selalu SANGAT mendengar atau melayan tuntutan-tuntutan dari staff. I was even often told that sebagai "&lt;i&gt;one of the management team&lt;/i&gt;", aku tidak dibayar gaji untuk memenuhi kehendak staff. Sebaliknya, aku lebih perlu&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;mengutamakan kehendak serta keperluan syarikat &lt;/i&gt;didalam apa jua decision yang dibuat.&amp;nbsp;To a certain extend aku bersetuju dengan statement ini. Tetapi aku juga rasa yang jika kita tidak mendengar "feedbacks" dari staff, &lt;i&gt;kita sebenarnya melakukan satu kesilapan yang besar&lt;/i&gt; dalam usaha untuk mencapai kualiti yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugas utama sebagai seorang &lt;i&gt;leader&lt;/i&gt; adalah memberi motivasi kepada anak-anak buah. Selain daripada melakukan tugas-tugas hakiki, mencari jalan yang terbaik agar staff di bawah jagaan berkerja dengan hati yang gembira serta tenang is part of the&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp;as a leader. Seorang ketua perlu mendengar rugutan-rugutan dari bawah dan cuba untuk mencari solution yang terbaik untuk memenuhi kehendak kedua-dua belah pihak. Saying that this company is "&lt;i&gt;not a charity&lt;/i&gt;" is slightly an error kerana staff-staff adalah aset utama bagi syarikat. if we want quality dari segi kerja, kita perlu &lt;i&gt;make sure that our staff is well taken care off and not to burden them so much with technicalities&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika dikira, I've been here for almost 4 years now. Sepanjang 4 tahun ini, banyak yang aku belajar and I know the behaviour of my staffs really well. Aku tahu apa yang mereka suka dan aku juga tahu apa yang akan membuat mereka marah. I'm not perfect but I can say without any ego from my side that aku kenal each and every one of my staffs on a personal level. I tend to do this because&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;motivasi adalah satu perkara yang subjektif&lt;/i&gt; - apa yang boleh motivate agent A, berkemungkinan besar tidak akan boleh motivate agent B. Hence, aku perlu mengenali mereka secara individu untuk memastikan semua pihak dapat berkerjasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that others from the management team perlu mendengar sedikit-sebanyak cadangan-cadangan yang aku kemukakan. Sometimes aku tahu most of my suggestions tidak akan menampakkan hasil segera. However, my suggestions and plans are catered for the long term benefits of the contact centre. Sudah berulang-ulang kali I have been howling like a mad dog about perlunya kita mewujudkan &lt;i&gt;satu environment yang conducive kepada staff-staff&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;supaya mereka lebih selesa untuk datang berkerja. We should promote a &lt;i&gt;give-and-take&lt;/i&gt; culture and be more trusting towards out staffs. Pada masa yang sama, staff-staff juga perlu memberikan yang terbaik and work together with the management team with quality in mind. Aku tahu ini tanggapan idealistic but what can I do, I am an idealist at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management need to be aware that kita bukan sahaja perlu mengubah mentaliti staff-staff, tetapi mentaliti ahl-ahli management team juga perlu diubah.&amp;nbsp;We also need to be wary that perubahan mentaliti ini memerlukan masa yang panjang untuk berjaya because it is not something easy to accomplish. This is why mengapa aku sering berkata kerja yang aku buat ini adalah kerja gila. It is crazy because I expect changes &amp;nbsp;to happen fast and I want my staffs to rise up to the&amp;nbsp;challenge. To those who are close to me in the office, they will know that banyak perkara yang telah dan sedang aku lakukan dipejabat. Perkara-perkara ini aku lakukan demi mencapai objektif membuka mata semua untuk menerima perubahan secara berperingkat-peringkat . Banyak planning dan actions yang berjalan, dalam sedar dan tidak sedar. &lt;i&gt;You guys only have to remember that there is always a reason to each and every decision I make&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny that I'm not a popular person dan ramai yang menganggap aku sebagai seorang yang tidak tahu apa-apa. Seriously, I don't mind kerana aku tahu apa yang aku buat dan niat aku adalah untuk menolong bangsa aku sendiri. Sometimes aku perlu membuat keputusan yang tidak popular demi kepentingan bersama dan aku harap staff-staff aku akan faham. We need to make sacrifices if we want to create a better future for our children. Memang "poyo" statement aku ini tetapi ini adalah aku yang sebenarnya. Jika aku seorang ahli politik, maybe I can reach out to a wider audience. However, I'm just a person that works in a call centre and I only manage around 40 people. Aku hanya boleh berbakti kepada negara dengan membantu merubah mentaliti orang-orang dibawah jagaan aku sahaja. Aku harap staff-staff aku akan faham dan bersama-sama dengan aku...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-8129952666606617696?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/8129952666606617696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/12/satu-pengharapan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/8129952666606617696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/8129952666606617696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/12/satu-pengharapan.html' title='Satu Pengharapan.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1D0ihwIR6DI/TuXGFE-TMPI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a7NX2iVPwVI/s72-c/375425_2706338864918_1450185802_32790581_1115093152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-6722165205938975771</id><published>2011-12-10T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:45:44.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Hari-Hari yang Memenatkan dan Mengecewakan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isnin dan Selasa (5hb &amp;amp; 6hb Disember) yang lalu, pusat panggilan telah dikejutkan dengan pengaktifan ERP &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;kod merah&lt;/span&gt; pertama bagi tahun 2011. Bagi mereka yang tidak tahu, ERP (&lt;i&gt;emergency response plan&lt;/i&gt;) adalah satu pelan tindakan khas yang diaktifkan oleh pihak pengurusan bila berlakunya gangguan bekalan air yang melibatkan jumlah akaun yang banyak. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Kod merah&lt;/span&gt; merupakan kod yang paling kritikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangguan bekalan air kali ini terjadi akibat daripada kekeruhan (&lt;i&gt;turbidity&lt;/i&gt;) air yang melampau di Sungai Selangor. Kekeruhan ini menghadkan operasi loji pembersihan air dan proses merawat air mentah terpaksa diberhentikan buat sementara. Apabila bekalan air bersih tidak dapat dibekalkan untuk mengisi serta menampung kolam-kolam simpanan air disekitar Selangor, maka pengguna akan menghadapi masalah bekalan air. Bila keadaan ini terjadi, jumlah panggilan yang akan diterima oleh pusat panggilan akan meningkat secara mendadak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila ERP ini diaktifkan, aku terus panik. Aku tidak malu langsung untuk mengaku yang setiap kali ERP melanda pusat panggilan, perasaan paranoid, gementar dan takut akan juga melanda diri. Perasaan-perasaan ini muncul kerana aku tahu banyak tanggungjawab yang perlu aku pikul ketika dan semasa pusat panggilan beroperasi didalam keadaan ERP. Akan tetapi, sejurus selepas realisasi ini digapai oleh minda yang tidak seberapa bijak ini, aku mula cuba berfikir positif dan mula menenangkan diri dengan menyiasat, meneliti dan memahami apa yang sebenarnya berlaku. "&lt;i&gt;Best known method&lt;/i&gt;" ini telah banyak membantu aku dalam menghadapi situasi ERP sejak beberapa tahun yang lepas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang dapat kita pelajari dari ERP yang baru sahaja berlalu ini. Salah satu persoalan yang aku ingin tanya - &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;dimana perginya "S.O.P ERP Dalaman" yang sibuk dibincangkan dan diberikan kepada aku untuk dikarang didalam Bahasa Inggeris pada awal tahun dahulu?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Adakan ianya hanya satu projek hangat-hangat tahi ayam atau tidak mendapat kelulusan dari pihak atasan untuk digunapakai? Yang pasti, selepas aku siapkan tugasan yang telah diberikan, aku langsung tidak mendengar sebarang khabar berita mengenainya. Fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dapat lihat tahap komitment yang tinggi dari &lt;i&gt;agents, liaison officers&lt;/i&gt; dan juga &lt;i&gt;supervisors&lt;/i&gt;. Bangga rasanya dan aku mintak maaf banyak-banyak jika tahap komitment aku tidak sehebat yang lain. Sebetulnya aku seorang pemalas - berikanlah masa untuk aku membetulkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ini aku tidak dapat pergi ke mesyuarat taklimat ERP pertama selepas ianya diaktifkan. Agak kecewa kerana aku rasa aku perlu berada didalam mesyuarat ini (&lt;i&gt;I have my reasons for saying this and I will not frigging share it here. So FOD&lt;/i&gt;). Namun apakan daya, kali ini aku tidak dijemput. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have been rough on me. Berita dari mulut boss tentang masa hadapan aku di contact center agak memilukan. Aku tahu the possibilities are still there in 2013, tapi persoalannya kini adakah aku sanggup menunggu? Usia semakin meningkat and I can't expect myself to be in the same position for long. Dulu aku dah pernah tolak 2 - 3 tawaran kerja di tempat lain kerana aku percaya yang aku mampu membuat perubahan di pusat panggilan. Now aku rasa BODOH sebab senang-senang tolak rezeki. Ini-lah masalah aku sebenarnya - &lt;i&gt;aku terlalu optimistik dan seorang idealists&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang bakal berlaku pada minggu-minggu yang akan datang ini akan menentukan segalanya. Kalau aku sebuah kereta, aku kini berada pada satu persimpangan - aku boleh belok ke kiri atau ke kanan. Aku harap anak-anak buah dan kawan-kawan aku akan faham dengan apa saja keputusan yang aku akan buat kelak. Cukuplah aku buat keputusan untuk kebaikan semua. Sekarang tiba masa untuk aku fikirkan tentang "&lt;i&gt;periuk nasi&lt;/i&gt;" aku pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum aku akhiri blog aku kali ini, let me share this with you all. Lagu ini sedikit sebanyak menggambarkan apa yang aku rasa didalam diri aku sekarang ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/bjBTievRjLg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjBTievRjLg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjBTievRjLg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-6722165205938975771?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/6722165205938975771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/12/hari-hari-yang-memenatkan-dan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6722165205938975771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6722165205938975771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/12/hari-hari-yang-memenatkan-dan.html' title='Hari-Hari yang Memenatkan dan Mengecewakan.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-4952516588013492785</id><published>2011-12-03T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:44:14.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Call Center yang Dicintai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/30382995@N07/6311407648" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6033/6311407648_cfd417a269.jpg" id="blogsy-1322872973521.9211" class="alignleft" width="383" height="383" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seperti biasa, setiap pagi aku akan pergi berjumpa dengan Pengurus Kanan. Tujuan utama berbuat sebegini adalah untuk memberi "&lt;i&gt;updates&lt;/i&gt;" kepada beliau tentang prestasi operasi pusat panggilan bagi tempoh 24 jam yang berlalu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perkara ini tidak diminta atau diarahkan oleh sesiapa tetapi ini adalah inisiatif sendiri untuk memastikan Pengurus Kanan tahu tentang perkembangan-perkembangan terbaru berkenaan pusat panggilan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebagai seorang yang berpengalaman kerja hampir 13 tahun, aku cukup faham dengan tanggungjawab yang dipikul oleh pengurus-pengurus ditempat kerja. Aku tahu yang mereka selalu sibuk dengan urusan-urusan kerja yang lain dan kadang-kala tiada masa untuk mengambil tahu tentang perkara atau isu-isu yang kita anggap penting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oleh kerana hakikat inilah aku mengambil inisiatif sendiri untuk menyalurkan maklumat-maklumat yang aku rasakan Pengurus Kanan perlu tahu&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;. Tanggungjawab ini aku ambil serius kerana aku tidak mahu beliau berada didalam situasi "&lt;i&gt;tidak tahu menahu&lt;/i&gt;" jika dia dipersoalakan oleh Pengurus Besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Aku sering mendengar rugutan-rugutan ramai tentang bagaimana Supervisor-supervisor di pusat panggilan "&lt;i&gt;tidak efektif&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;tidak tahu buat kerja&lt;/i&gt;", dan yang paling terkini dilabel dengan lantang sebagai "&lt;i&gt;bad management&lt;/i&gt;". Disini aku perlu akui rugutan-ruguntan tersebut ada yang berasas namun ada juga yang terang-terang tidak tepat dan jauh meleset.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Jika difikirkan secara logik, semenjak pusat panggilan beroperasi (dari 2005), kita tidak pernah diuruskan oleh seseorang yang berpengalaman didalam bidang pusat panggilan. Secara jujur aku boleh katakan yang semua proses serta amalan-amalan yang kita jalankan di pusat panggilan sebelum ini adalah berdasarkan pemahaman sendiri dan dari buku-buku yang dibaca. Tiada sesiapa pun yang berpengalaman untuk memberitahu kita samaada perkara yang kita amalkan itu betul atau salah. Kita berkerja tanpa hala tuju, dan tanpa sebarang objektif yang boleh dinilai. &lt;i&gt;Kita berkerja hanya sekadar untuk berkerja&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Dengan ketibaan Pengurus Kanan, aku dapat lihat perubahan mula berlaku. Perubahan-perubahan ini mungkin tidak disukai umum tetapi jika difikirkan dengan dalam, segala perubahan yang berlaku memberi kesan kepada pusat panggilan. Tidak kiralah kesan tersebut negatif mahupun positif, pokoknya ia telah membuat kita bertindakbalas terhadapnya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Jika dilihat dari atas, kita dapat tengok yang kerja-kerja dilakukan kini lebih fokus dan tertumpu pada objektif menitikberatkan kualiti. Segala program-program yang diusahakan oleh pihak pengurusan serta Supervisors tertumpu pada meningkatkan kualiti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Perlu difahami oleh semua yang ada juga usaha-usaha yang Supervisor s serta pihak pengurusan lakukan kadang-kadang tidak berjaya atau gagal. Ini perkara biasa dan kami sentiasa cuba untuk belajar dari kesilapan. Sokongan dari pihak Call Agents dan Liaison Officers amat-amat penting. Sekurang-kurangnya lihatlah usaha mereka dan cuba fahami mengapa mereka berkerja bertungkus-lumus untuk semua.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;Tanggungjawab pihak pengurusan pusat panggilan jauh bezanya dengan tanggungjawab Call Agents dan Liaison Officers. Masing-masing memainkan peranan yang penting. Adalah tidak adil untuk mengatakan kerja-kerja yang dipikul oleh&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;pihak pengurusan mudah kerana tidak perlu berhadapan dengan pelanggan setiap hari. Tanggapan ini salah kerana tanggungjawab Supervisors, Pengurus dan Pengurus Kanan adalah menyeluruh dan ianya lebih berat untuk dipikul. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Cukup sajalah disini. Marilah kita sama-sama berusaha dan berkerjasama. Mungkin bunyinya "&lt;i&gt;poyo&lt;/i&gt;" tetapi jika kita tidak bersatu, bagaimana bangsa kita hendak bersaing dengan bangsa lain diluar sana? Mungkin juga ada yang memanggil aku "&lt;i&gt;poyo&lt;/i&gt;" tetapi aku tidak kisah kerana ini semua dilakukan demi bangsa sendiri dan nawaitu/objektif aku terang - &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tiada agenda tersembunyi melainkan untuk membantu kaum Malayu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Sekian. Wassalam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-4952516588013492785?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/4952516588013492785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/12/call-center-yang-dicintai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/4952516588013492785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/4952516588013492785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/12/call-center-yang-dicintai.html' title='Call Center yang Dicintai.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6033/6311407648_cfd417a269_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-7788698249120801042</id><published>2011-11-27T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:15:20.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Edrees Ryan, My Hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/30382995@N07/6403371951" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignleft" height="300" id="blogsy-1322555724079.5505" src="http://farm8.static.flickr.com/7018/6403371951_8dd656d445.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Segala yang berlaku pada minggu yang baru sahaja berakhir ini telah banyak mengajar aku tentang realiti kehidupan sebagai seorang suami, bapa dan ketua keluarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Anak bongsu aku, Edrees Ryan telah "di-hospitalized" oleh doktor apabila dia diserang &lt;i&gt;seizure&lt;/i&gt; pada hari Selasa yang lepas. Bapa aku, yang berada di rumah, telah bergegas menghantar Ryan ke hospital Serdang. Aku dihubungi oleh ibu tentang apa yang berlaku dan dengan keadaan yang kelam kabut, aku menuju ke hospital Serdang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Dari hospital Serdang, Ryan kemudian dipindahkan ke &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.princecourt.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pusat Perubatan Prince Court (PCMC)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;atas persetujuan sebulat suara &amp;nbsp;oleh aku dan isteri. &lt;i&gt;Pusat Perubatan Pantai&lt;/i&gt; menjadi pilihan pertama kami, namun handak dijadikan cerita wad peadiatrik mereka pada ketika itu telah penuh. Setiba di PCMC, Ryan terus dibawa masuk ke bilik kecemasan dan lantas diperiksa oleh doktor pakar kanak-kanak, Dr.Anna. Beliau mengesahkan keadaan suhu badan Ryan yang tinggi lalu menasihati aku untuk menerusksan dengan "admission" bagi pemantauan lanjut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Secara keseluruhannya, kami bermalam di PCMC selama lima hari dan empat malam. Sepanjang tempoh ini, Ryan dijaga dan dipantau rapi oleh para jururawat dan Dr.Anna. Suhu badan Ryan diperiksa setiap 4 jam dan jika ianya tinggi, ubat untuk menurunkan suhu badan akan terus diberikan segera. Makan dan minum Ryan dijaga rapi oleh mereka dan kemudahan "&lt;i&gt;room service&lt;/i&gt;" pula banyak membantu aku dan isteri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Didalam tempoh ini ramai rakan-rakan telah memberikan semangat dan kata-kata perangsang melalui telefon, email, Facebook dan Twitter. Ada juga yang telah datang melawat secara fizikal. Bagi mereka yang tidak dapat datang atau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-align: justify;"&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-align: justify;"&gt; bertanyakan khabar (terutamanya keluarga terdekat dan rakan sekerja di pejabat) usah bimbang, kami tahu hidup anda terlalu sibuk untuk meluangkan sedikit masa bagi kami yang tidak begitu penting didalam hidup anda ini. Anda semua dimaafkan tanpa sebarang perasaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-align: justify;"&gt;prejudice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; text-align: justify;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Kesimpulannya, aku dapati ramai rakan-rakan diluar sana banyak bersikap &lt;i&gt;mengambil berat. &lt;/i&gt;Walaupun ada diantara mereka yang aku langsung tidak kenali secara rapat, namun mereka-mereka ini begitu &lt;i&gt;concern&lt;/i&gt; dan secara jujur ingin mengambil tahu setiap perkembangan Ryan. Sikap sebegini tidak tertumpu pada satu bangsa atau golongan sahaja malah rakan-rakan aku (terutamanya di halaman sosial Twitter) datang dari berbilang bangsa, berbilang kaum, dan berbilang fahaman politik. Sekali lagi aku ingin mengucapkan jutaan berterima kasih kepada anda semua - &lt;i&gt;you guys helped and helped a lot in my most trying of times. You shall and will not be forgotten&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-7788698249120801042?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/7788698249120801042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/edrees-ryan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7788698249120801042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7788698249120801042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/edrees-ryan.html' title='Edrees Ryan, My Hero.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm8.static.flickr.com/7018/6403371951_8dd656d445_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-1752297996903656004</id><published>2011-11-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:46:44.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Mengapa Aku Kuat Membebel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVaYbeMUYo/TsIAcOEUW9I/AAAAAAAAAik/mLDfnkMvw5Q/s1600/6170533031_5777db6939_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVaYbeMUYo/TsIAcOEUW9I/AAAAAAAAAik/mLDfnkMvw5Q/s1600/6170533031_5777db6939_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sebenarnya aku ada satu perangai buruk. Perangai buruk aku ini dikenali sebagai "&lt;i&gt;perangai tidak boleh menutup mulut&lt;/i&gt;". Kalau dan bila aku rasa sesuatu perkara itu tidak betul, aku akan terus mengangkat tangan, lalu mulut aku terus berdebat - sebelum otak aku dapat membuat penilaian tentang akibat yang bakal aku terima selepas itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, setiap kali aku berhujah tentang apa yang logik dari sudut pandangan operasi, serta apa yang ada didalam kepala, aku selalunya akan dibenci serta dikritik dengan hebat. Kebanyakkan orang disini agak sukar menerima kebenaran berdasarkan logik. Aku dapati, jika lebih banyak aku bercakap (sehingga berbuih mulut), lebih mudah lagi bagi mereka untuk tidak mempedulikan aku. Dengan senang aku dilabel "&lt;i&gt;kuat membebel&lt;/i&gt;", lalu semua nasihat serta teguran positif akan langsung tidak diendahkan. Teguran-teguran positif aku akan ditembak hanya kerana reputasi aku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada awal karier aku dahulu, aku berkerja dalam suatu budaya dimana aku diperlukan untuk menegur serta diajar untuk menyemai pendapat/pendirian sendiri. Jika aku melihat sesuatu yang tidak betul sedang berlaku, aku diwajibkan untuk berani berkata "&lt;i&gt;Saya rasa benda ini tak betul dan ini sebab-sebabnya.&lt;/i&gt;" Jika teguran tersebut benar, aku akan diberikan tepukan, tanpa mengira betapa seniornya orang-orang yang terdapat didalam bilik mesyuarat tersebut. Aku pernah berdebat dengan pengurus jabatan, pengurus kanan, dan beberapa lagi golongan manusia yang menakutkan, kasar, serta bijak menegakkan benang yang basah. Apa yang bagusnya, budaya ini diterima oleh semua lapisan kerja, asalkan hujah aku itu tepat dan berkredibiliti. Jika hujah aku itu salah dan tiada kredibiliti, aku akan ditegur, dan bukannya dipecat. Kadang-kadang walaupun salah, aku tetap akan diberikan pujian kerana berani bersuara. Aku berkembang didalam budaya ini dan menganggap inilah hakikat didalam alam perkerjaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila aku berpindah tempat kerja, aku mendapati diri berada didalam satu persekitaraan baru yang jauh berbeza, penuh dengan putus asa, dan suasana agresif yang pasif. Ramai yang tidak bercakap tentang apa yang ada didalam fikiran masing-masing. Segelintir tidak mahu berusaha dengan keras atau jarang bertanyakan soalan-soalan yang sukar. Kualiti kerja, dan semangat untuk berjuang terlalu rendah. Aku sering menyuarakan hakikat ini kepada pihak pengurusan kerana aku rasa ini adalah tanggungjawab aku sebagai seorang penyelia. Aku juga begitu berharap akan diberikan ganjaran kerana berani menyuarakan betapa buruknya keadaan. Pada pandangan aku, tiada sebab untuk mereka tidak mahu mendengar pendapat aku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tempoh masa yang singkat, aku dilabel sebagai seorang yang suka "&lt;i&gt;mencari pasal&lt;/i&gt;" dan "&lt;i&gt;kuat komplen.&lt;/i&gt;" Aku mengharapkan pujian kerana berjaya mengenalpasti kelemahan, tetapi perkara yang sebaliknya berlaku. Salah aku disini adalah apabila aku tidak mempertimbangkan yang kumpulan ini mempunyai budaya dan cara mereka yang tersendiri ketika berurusan dengan perkara dibawah paras standard. Beberapa bulan kemudian aku menyedari sesuatu yang aku sepatutnya sedar dari awal. Aku berada didalam suatu budaya yang sangat berbeza. Bunyinya agak pedir sekarang, tetapi pada masa itu aku agak tidak matang kerana mengaggap budaya diluar ini sama dengan budaya dari mana aku datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedar didalam perkerjaan lama aku, kemajuan dicapai bukan kerana aku betul atau berani bersuara. Kemajuan dicapai kerana pihak pengurusan mendengar pendapat dan kemudian mengambil langkah-langkah yang perlu diambil berdasarkan pendapat tersebut. Pihak pengurusan memberi kuasa untuk aku membuat keputusan. Idea yang bagus tanpa kuasa untuk bertindak diatas idea tersebut tidak akan merubah apa-apa. Idea sahaja tidak mencukupi, begitu juga dengan bersuara lantang untuk menegakkan idea tersebut. Tidak kira sekuat atau selantang mana kita bersuara, &lt;i&gt;bercakap &lt;/i&gt;dan &lt;i&gt;membuat&lt;/i&gt; adalah dua perkara yang berbeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kalanya sesuatu masalah itu terlalu buruk dan kita perlu menyuarakan pendapat kita terhadapnya, walaupun ianya membawa akibat yang buruk kepada diri sendiri. Aku cuba memilih dengan bijak pertempuran-pertumpuran yang aku akan hadapi. Jika setahun berlalu dimana aku tidak mengambil satu pendirian yang teguh terhadap sesuatu situasi, aku adalah seorang pengecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah sebabnya mengapa aku sering membaca untuk menambahkan lagi ilmu pengetahuan serta meluaskan lagi pengalaman dengan membuat kerja-kerja yang pelik. Harapan aku adalah supaya anak-anak aku akan mengikut sifat-sifat aku ini dan menjadi lebih berjaya dari diri aku. Aku ingin sekali merubah nasib bangsa &amp;nbsp;dengan cara aku tersendiri. Impaknya mungkin tidak ketara tetapi sekurang-kurangnya aku melakukan sesuatu yang positif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-1752297996903656004?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/1752297996903656004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/mengapa-aku-kuat-membebel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/1752297996903656004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/1752297996903656004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/mengapa-aku-kuat-membebel.html' title='Mengapa Aku Kuat Membebel.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MiVaYbeMUYo/TsIAcOEUW9I/AAAAAAAAAik/mLDfnkMvw5Q/s72-c/6170533031_5777db6939_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-2807051192756429799</id><published>2011-11-09T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:28:09.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Memimpin Atau Dipimpin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvPxAV7wMIs/TroKkHBWWEI/AAAAAAAAAic/DQdoUg8CTMM/s1600/6297665275_6957b74020_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvPxAV7wMIs/TroKkHBWWEI/AAAAAAAAAic/DQdoUg8CTMM/s1600/6297665275_6957b74020_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sesuatu yang pelik akan berlaku apabila kita berhadapan dengan perkara-perkara yang kita tidak gemari. Dari melakukan perkara yang sepatutnya dibuat, seperti bertindak dengan bijak dan redha serta bertawakal terhadap keadaan, sebaliknya kita menuding jari, merungut dan menjauhkan diri. Kita sering bersikap pasif, mengharungi kehidupan sebagai seorang pemerhati, lebih daripada seseorang yang suka membantu atau menyokong. Kita bagaikan memiliki ratio harian untuk bersikap "&lt;i&gt;mengambil bahagian&lt;/i&gt;" dari sikap "&lt;i&gt;menonton&lt;/i&gt;", dimana sikap "&lt;i&gt;menjadi penonton&lt;/i&gt;" kita lebih tinggi dari apa yang mahu akui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi aku, apabila kita sedang membina atau melakukan sesuatu dengan orang lain, sikap dalaman kita akan mendefinasikan perbezaan diantara melakukan sesuatu yang boleh kita banggakan atau tidak. Kita harus membuat pilihan samaada kita perlu "&lt;i&gt;memimpin atau dipimpin&lt;/i&gt;". Jika kita tergolong dari mereka yang komited didalam melakukan tugasan, kita harus fokus samaada untuk memimpin orang lain, atau lebih bersedia untuk memberi sokongan kepada mereka yang sedang memimpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pemimpin vs. Dipimpin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita membahagi-bahagikan dunia kita kepada dua kategori: baik dan jahat, gembira dan sedih, bunga dan benih, kita dan mereka. Aku kecewa dengan anggapan dan sikap ini kerana aku dapati, apabila kita keluar dari "comfort zone" dan mula melihat apa yang ada diluar sana, sebenarnya dunia ini tidak diketagorikan seperti ini. Dunia ini penuh dengan kepelbagaian. Kita mengkategorikan dunia disekeliling kita kerana ia meyakinkan kita apabila kita melakukan sesuatu perkara. Bergantung kepada pemilihan kategori yang tepat dan pada masa yang betul, sikap ini banyak membantu kita. Namun kita harus ingat bahawa realiti dunia tidak seperti ini, hanya tanggapan kita sahaja yang membuat kita melihat dunia disekeliling kita sebegini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada bila-bila masa dan didalam apa jua tugasan, kita sebenarnya sedang memimpin atau sedang dipimpin. Jika kita tidak tahu apa yang kita sedang buat atau kemana arah tuju kita, ini maknanya kita sedang dipimpin oleh seseorang. Di tempat kerja, kebiasaannya segolongan kecil akan memimpin manakala sebilangan besar pula akan dipimpin. Katagori "&lt;i&gt;memimpin dan dipimpin&lt;/i&gt;" ini seterusnya boleh dikelaskan sebagai &lt;i&gt;formal&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;seperti dipejabat dimana tugasan-tugasan telah ditetapkan, atau &lt;i&gt;tidak formal&lt;/i&gt; seperti pasukan futsal dimana tugasan-tugasan sebagai penyerang atau pertahanan boleh berubah-ubah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila seseorang itu sedang memimpin, perkara asas dan paling utama yang perlu dilakukan oleh orang-orang yang sedang dipimpin olehnya itu adalah untuk memberi sokongan kepadanya. Seorang pemimpin yang bijak dan berkebolehan hanya boleh menjadi efektif apabila orang-orang yang sedang dipimpin olehnya itu juga turut bijak dalam menyokong keputusan yang dibuat oleh pemimpin tersebut. Pemimpin memerlukan sokongan dari orang-orang yang sedang dipimpin. Apabila dikelilingi oleh majoriti orang-orang yang hanya mahu dipimpin, perkara yang terbaik untuk dilakukan adalah untuk bertindak seperti seorang ketua. Jika objektif utama kita adalah untuk maju kehadapan seperti bangsa-bangsa lain, tanggungjawab kita yang sedang dipimpin ini adalah untuk memberikan sokongan yang tidak berbelah bahagi kepada mereka yang sedang memimpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bagaimana Aku Memimpin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujurnya aku gementar untuk memimpin kerana ianya meletakkan aku &lt;i&gt;"dibawah lampu suluh" &lt;/i&gt;dan aku terpaksa kebalkan diri agar tidak mudah tersinggung. Sukar bagi aku untuk memimpin jika aku tidak meletakkan diri serta pendapat aku tentang sesuatu isu diluar sana untuk diperhati lalu dikritik oleh semua. Ini sebab utama aku rasa kenapa ramai yang tidak gemar untuk memimpin, walaupun mereka dengan begitu mudah mengkritik aku. Sedikit sebanyak aku terpaksa mendedahkan perangai aku yang sebenar kepada semua dan aku rasa kurang senang apabila diberi tanggungjawab untuk membuat keputusan yang melibatkan semua pihak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita jarang sekali berjumpa dengan seorang pemimpin yang hebat. Kebanyakan mereka yang ditugaskan untuk memimpin kita sering gagal. Bagi aku, memimpin membawa maksud mengolah serta membuat keputusan untuk kebebaikan semua berdasarkan objektif yang dipertanggungjawabkan kepada aku. Ini memerlukan aku untuk banyak berkorban, demi memenuhi objektif kerja. Tidak perlu aku ceritakan disini, tetapi mereka yang rapat dengan aku dan yang bijak berfikir akan mampu menangkap apa yang aku maksudkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai seorang pemimpin, aku cuba menyemai sikap positif dikalangan anak-anak buah aku. Kadang-kadang aku gunakan cara memujuk, memahami, &lt;i&gt;"give and take"&lt;/i&gt;, dan bermain politik untuk kepentingan semua. Apa-apapun caranya, hasrat utama aku adalah untuk memastikan anak-anak buah aku menjalankan tugas mereka dengan ikhlas dan jujur. Aku cuba, dengan sedaya-upaya, untuk tidak menggunakan kaedah memaksa. Setiap hari aku berfikir untuk mencari jalan bagi membantu mereka mencari motivasi untuk datang berkeja dengan perasaan yang gembira dan rela hati. Aku tidak suka membuat membuat semua ini dengan cara memberi arahan atau dengan cara-cara &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/09/test-blogging-via-blogsy.html" target="_blank"&gt;istemewa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Aku ada cara aku yang tersendiri kerana aku rasa, ini semua memerlukan perubahan mentaliti yang menyeluruh serta memaksa kita semua untuk keluar dari "comfort zone" masing-masing. Aku perlukan masa dan sokongan dari semua pihak untuk berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memimpin bukan bererti memaksa sesuatu keputusan. Niali seorang pemimpin bagi aku terletak pada bagaimana dia membawa impak positif kepada anak-anak buahnya dan bukan dengan kuasa yang ada pada tangan mereka. Dengan memberikan fokus kepada impak-impak positif, banyak perkara-perkara baik serta produktif akan wujud. Menggunakan kuasa pula bagi aku, akan lebih membawa kesan-kesan yang negatif kepada semua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanggungjawab Mereka yang Dipimpin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kita membuat keputusan untuk tidak memimpin, atau didalam situasi dimana anda sedang dipimpin oleh seseorang, anda sebenarnya adalah seorang pengikut. Menjadi seorang pengikut tidak semestinya membuat anda tidak penting. Ia bermaksud anda bertanggungjawab untuk bertindakbalas mengikut apa yang telah diarahkan oleh pemimpin anda. Menawarkan cadangan, nasihat, dan pendapat boleh dijadikan sebagai kekuatan anda yang sedang dipimpin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika anda dihormati oleh rakan-rakan sekerja, sokongan yang anda berikan kepada pemimpin mampu merubah sesuatu matlamat menjadi realiti. Inilah ramuan yang penting jika kita mahu merubah mentaliti kita dan seterusnya membantu anak-anak bangsa kita sendiri. Jika anda melihat pemimpin anda sedang giat berusaha untuk mecapai sesuatu objektif, anda seharusnya berusaha dengan keras untuk melaksana dan mencapai matlamat tersebut - walaupun anda tidak dapat memahami keputusan mereka. Kadang-kadang, keputusan yang dibuat oleh pemimpin tidak dapat dilihat kebaikkannya dengan serta-merta. Seperti yang aku katakan tadi, perubahan mentaliti memerlukan masa dan sesetengah keputusan yang dikeluarkan oleh pihak atasan ada kebaikannya untuk jangkamasa panjang. Jika anda bertindak untuk memberontak, kita semua akan rugi. Bila kita rugi, sampai bilapun kita tidak akan maju seperti mana bangsa-bangsa lain yang ada diluar sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikirkanlah kawan-kawan...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-2807051192756429799?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/2807051192756429799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/memimpin-atau-dipimpin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2807051192756429799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2807051192756429799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/memimpin-atau-dipimpin.html' title='Memimpin Atau Dipimpin?'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvPxAV7wMIs/TroKkHBWWEI/AAAAAAAAAic/DQdoUg8CTMM/s72-c/6297665275_6957b74020_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-7557386835175663877</id><published>2011-11-05T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:16:18.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Paradoks Kesibukkan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/30382995@N07/6267948479" target="_blank" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6153/6267948479_7f6ca9370f_m.jpg" id="blogsy-1320502565681.461" class="alignleft" alt="" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semasa aku kecil aku selalu rasakan orang-orang yang sering saja sibuk lebih penting dari orang lain. Mestilah, kerana jika mereka ini tidak penting, mengapa mereka sentiasa sibuk? Ibubapa serta penyelia-penyelia lama aku semuanya sentiasa kelihatan sibuk, maka aku langsung menganggap mereka mempunyai perkara yang penting untuk diselesaikan. Pendapat ini sebenarnya memudahkan aku membezakan siapa yang lebih bermakna dan siapa yang tidak buat diri aku. Orang-orang yang selalu sibuk ini pastinya lebih bermakna dari mereka yang tidak sibuk. Inilah apa yang aku definasikan sebagai "paradoks kesibukkan", dimana apabila kita selalu sibuk melakukan sesuatu, kita menganggap diri kita ini lebih penting dan lebih berjaya didalam kehidupan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Paradoks kesibukkan" ini menerangkan sikap dan perangai ramai orang-orang disekeliling aku. Dengan menunjukkan kepada semua yang mereka sentiasa sibuk, orang lain tidak akan menggangu mereka, dan secara tidak langsung menunjukkan juga yang mereka sedang berkerja. Bagi aku ini taktik yang hebat!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tetapi lewat kini, anggapan aku bertentangan pula. Ianya seakan-akan berlawanan. Ini sebabnya: masa adalah satu ukuran yang singular didalam kehidupan kita. Masa adalah satu komiditi yang kita tidak akan mendapat lebih dari apa yang ditetapkan. Mempelajari serta mahir untuk mengurus masa bagi aku adalah satu kebolehan yang paling penting untuk dimiliki.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aku rasa seseorang yang berjaya menyelesaikan sesuatu tugasan didalam tempoh masa 1 jam kelihatan kurang sibuk dari seseorang yang hanya mampu menyelesaikan tugas yang sama dalam masa 5 jam. Seberapa sibuk seseorang itu kelihatan tidak semestinya mempamerkan kualiti hasil kerja seseorang itu. Seseorang yang mahir didalam sesuatu bidang mungkin akan kelihatan seperti seorang yang malas, kerana mereka lebih efektif. Selalunya, hasil kerja mereka lebih bermakna dari jumlah masa yang diambil untuk melakukan tugasan itu.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jujurnya, pentingnya aku kepada penyelia-penyelia aku ini ada kebaikan dan keburukan. Kadangkala bila aku masuk kerja dan terus mentelaah kertas-kertas diatas meja serta email yang belum dibaca didalam inbox, membuat aku kelihatan sibuk, dan secara amnya penting. Tetapi, seseorang yang berada di tengah-tengah segala yang sedang berlaku ini tidak semsetinya mahir didalam apa yang mereka lakukan (walaupun mereka mungkin mahir). Bagi aku, palang dimana letaknya kesibukan seseorang itu terletak jauh lebih bawah daripada palang kecekapan seseorang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kadang-kadang aku rasa tekanan untuk menjimat masa mungkin tidak akan membawa aku kemana-mana. Bila aku selalu mencari jalan mudah untuk menjimat masa, aku mula fikirkan bila pula yang aku akan menggunakan masa yang aku jimat itu? Bagaikan terdapat satu ilusi, dimana suatu hari nanti, aku akan dapat semula semua masa yang aku jimat tadi. Tetapi konsep masa bukan sebegini. Bagi kebanyakkan kita, masa yang kita jimat ini digunakan untuk menonton TV. Aku rasa disitulah semua penjimatan masa yang kita lakukan ini pergi.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayat "aku tak ada masa" sepatutnya tidak patut aku gunakan. Kita masing-masing mendapat jumlah masa yang sama seperti orang lain. Jika aku tidak dapat melakukan apa-apa tugasan, ianya bukan bergantung kepada tidak cukup masa. Ia sebenarnya bergantung kepada berapa pentingnya tugasan tersebut kepada diri aku. Aku pasti jika seseorang itu rasa seperti hendak demam, masa akan muncul secara ajaib untuk dia pergi ke klinik untuk mengambil MC. Masa ajaib ini akan datang dari sesuatu benda yang seseorang itu bercadang untuk lakukan, yang kini tidak lagi penting. Inilah buat aku, ertikata masa yang sebenarnya. Apa yang dimaksudkan apabila seseorang itu bila berkata "aku tak ada masa" sebenarnya memperlihatkan yang sesuatu tugasan itu tidak penting untuk orang itu. Ia cara yang sopan untuk memberitahu orang lain yang mereka tidak bermakna.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Secara kasarnya, semua ini memberi maksud orang yang sentiasa sibuk ini sebenarnya 'miskin masa'. Mereka selalu kesuntukan masa. Mereka berhutang masa. Mereka mungkin terlalu mencuba, atau mereka tidak mahir dalam melakukan tugasan mereka. Pada aku mereka ini gagal menjadi efisyen dalam mengawal masa mereka, atau mereka tidak tahu bagaimana untuk mencapai sesuatu, jadi mereka cuba dengan sedaya upaya untuk melakukan kesemuanya dengan serentak - tetapi akhirnya mereka tidak mecapai apa-apa langsung.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seseorang yang benar-benar mahir mengawal masa akan selalu mempunyai masa terluang untuk diberikan kepada mereka yang memerlukan. Intuisi terhadap perkara-perkara yang penting memberi semangat kepada mereka untuk menggunakan masa dengan bijak. Mereka ini juga mampu melonjak dari melakukan tugasan-tugasan yang mudah untuk di terangkan, kepada tugasan-tugasan yang lebih abstrak serta payah untuk diterangkan. Mereka manjaga masa mereka dari melakukan sesuatu yang tidak bermakna dan bodoh; mereka ini kaya dengan masa. Mereka mungkin kelihatan sambil lewa serta malas, tetapi ini sebenarnya bukti kepakaran mereka, dan bukan ketidakcekapan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sekarang, aku lebih cuba untuk tidak memenuhkan kelendar aku sendiri. Aku memilih untuk tidak berkata "ya" kepada semua perkara kerana jika tidak, aku akan jadi sentiasa sibuk dan kurang efektif dalam mencapai cita-cita aku. Aku mahukan sejumlah masa "simpanan" untuk diri aku, masa yang aku boleh gunakan untuk membuat apa-apa saja benda yang aku sukai (termasuk untuk tidak membuat apa-apa langsung). Aku bebas untuk pergi kemana saja. Dari bacaan, aku tahu para pemikir yang hebat pada masa lampau mendapat ilham-ilham mereka yang bagus ketika sedang bersantai dan bergembira bersama keluarga. Kebolehan mereka untuk berhenti sejenak, mencermin diri sendiri, dan bersahaja, membiarkan minda mereka bebas, adalah sebenarnya petanda-petanda yang mereka mahir mengawal masa. Apabila minda yang bebas sebegini pulang, ianya lebih tajam, lebih efisyen, dan barangkali, lebih tenang dari sebelum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-7557386835175663877?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/7557386835175663877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/paradoks-kesibukkan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7557386835175663877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7557386835175663877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/11/paradoks-kesibukkan.html' title='Paradoks Kesibukkan.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6153/6267948479_7f6ca9370f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-7715908459203030259</id><published>2011-10-25T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:40:11.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Suatu Minggu yang Sibuk dan Malang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8cf6e6ZgA/Tqjzv5m64RI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pJuDYTgO2zY/s1600/shah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8cf6e6ZgA/Tqjzv5m64RI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pJuDYTgO2zY/s1600/shah.jpg" id="blogsy-1319726352698.509" class="" alt="" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minggu lepas jadual aku agak padat. Pendek kata, sebaik sahaja hujung minggu tiba, aku benar-benar keletihan dan kepenatan. Letih aku bukan saja fizikal, malah minda aku turut berasa lelah.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Berikut adalah ulasan berserta celoteh jalan hidup diri aku untuk minggu yang telah berlalu (17hb ke 23hb Oktober);&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isnin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hari Isnin telah aku jadualkan dengan perjumpaan bulanan diantara penyelia (dibawah pengawasan aku) dengan pihak pengurusan dalaman. Aku menganggap perjumpaan ini penting untuk mengetahui status, mengenalpasti masalah dan takuk prestasi bulanan setiap kumpulan yang diurusi penyelia. Kelima-lima penyelia dibawah jagaan aku membentangkan hasil kerja serta status prestasi kumpulan mereka dihadapan aku dan pengurus kanan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Secara amnya, aku menganggap perjumpaan bulanan pada kali ini berjaya. Walaupun masih lagi terdapat beberapa perkara berulang, namun segala perkara pokok yang menghindar operasi dari mencapai kecekapan optimum telah berjaya diselesaikan. Perkara serta isu yang berulang ini pada pendapat aku, lebih menjurus kepada masalah sikap atau '&lt;i&gt;attitude&lt;/i&gt;'. Pendek kata, masih lagi aku menghidu sikap&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;malas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tidak mahu berusaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;acuh tidak acuh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dan &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;menuding jari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; didalam masyarakat kerja pusat panggilan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sebenarnya, aku tidak menyalahkan mereka bersikap sebegini kerana ianya di'hard-coded'kan didalam diri mereka dan kadangkala mereka melakukanya tanpa disedari. Bagi yang pernah membaca hasil tulisan Tun Mahatir dalam '&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Malay_Dilemma"&gt;The Malay Dilemma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;', anda semestinya dapat menduga yang ini adalah masalah dalaman yang ada pada sebilangan besar bangsa melayu (bukan semua).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bagi merubah sikap sebegini, sebuah revolusi mentaliti perlu berlaku. Tetapi, merubah mentaliti seseorang bukan semudah keluar ke pasar membeli sayur. Ia perlukan masa dan ianya agak sukar untuk dilakukan serta-merta. Namun dan walaupun payah, aku akan tetap berusaha kerana kalau aku tidak mencuba, siapa lagi yang akan berani membuat kerja yang separa gila ini?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selasa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seharian pada hari Selasa aku berada dia bilik temuduga tingkat enam bangunan ibupejabat. Aku diarah untuk menemuduga seramai 16 orang calon kakitangan baru. Aku gembira dengan kesudahan sessi temuduga kali ini kerana majoriti daripada calon-calon yang hadir agak berkualiti. Mungkin ini adalah hasil dari proses penyingkiran yang telah dilakukan terlebih dahulu oleh pihak penyelia?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Teknik ini diperkenalkan oleh pengurus kanan. Dua minggu sebelum sessi temuduga di adakan, aku telah diberi hampir 60 'resume' calon-calon yang telah mencuba nasib untuk berkeja di sini. Setiap calon di hubungi melalui panggilan telefon oleh penyelia pusat panggilan. Aku arahkan penyelia untuk berinteraksi dalam bahasa Inggeris dengan calon-calon tersebut. Mana-mana calon yang tidak dapat berbual dengan selesa didalam bahasa Inggeris akan serta-merta di singgirkan oleh penyelia.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pasti ramai yang beranggapan proses ini seperti mendiskriminasi calon-calon yang tidak mahir berbahasa Inggeris. Bagi aku tidak. Jangan salah anggap, aku orang Melayu dan aku sanjungi bahasa ibunda kita. Tetapi, tujuan utama proses ini dijalankan adalah untuk mengenalpasti calon-calon yang mampu berbahasa Inggeris dengan selesa ketika berhadapan dengan pelanggan berbangsa asing yang sedang marah.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Alasan ini mungkin akan disangkal, tetapi jika difikirkan dalam-dalam, perkara yang remeh seperti ini sangat penting jika kita inginkan kualiti. Tidak perlu aku terangkan dengan lanjut disini. Cukup sekadar aku nyatakan yang &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;selagi kita tidak merubah diri kita untuk menjadi bangsa yang hebat, lupakan saja ideologi untuk menjadikan Bahasa Malaysia sebagai bahasa perantaraan didalam dunia perniagaan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Fikirkan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rabu dan Khamis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dua hari berikutnya aku tiada di pejabat. Barangkali rezeki aku murah pada bulan Oktober ini kerana aku dicalonkan untuk menghadiri bengkel kerja media sosial. Progam dua hari ini berlangsung di Hotel Maya, Kuala Lumpur. Ianya di kendalikan oleh &lt;a href="http://beingguy1067.com/"&gt;Guy Stephens&lt;/a&gt;, seorang guru media sosial yang agak terkenal di United Kingdom.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Banyak yang dapat aku belajar dari bengkel ini dan ramai juga kenalan baru yang aku kenali. Secara amnya, program ini benar-benar membuka mata dan minda aku untuk menerima kenyataan bahawa media sosial akan menjadi peneraju utama didalam khidmat pelanggan pada masa hadapan. Ianya mempunyai potensi yang luas untuk memastikan '&lt;i&gt;customer experience&lt;/i&gt;' yang dilalui oleh pelanggan diselenggarakan dengan efisyen dan sempurna.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sesuatu yang agak menarik dapat aku ulaskan disini adalah berkait dengan syarikat-syarikat yang menghadiri bengkel kerja ini. Syarikat-syarikat gergasi seperti Shell, Celcom, Maxis, Nestle dan juga Dutch Lady; masing-masing menghantar wakil. Pada pendapat aku dan pada awalnya, aku menganggap syarikat-syarikat ini sudah mempunyai unit media sosial yang mantap dan sempurna. Anggapan aku meleset sama sekali. Rupa-rupanya, mereka juga berada pada peringkat yang lebih kurang sama dengan unit media sosial syarikat aku.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Arena media sosial masih lagi baru di kalangan syarikat-syarikat di Malaysia. Ianya masih belum boleh diterima oleh kebanyakkan pihak pengurusan atasan kerana "&lt;a href="http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/ROI"&gt;laba atas inventasinya&lt;/a&gt;"&amp;nbsp;(ROI)&amp;nbsp;begitu sukar untuk dikenalpasti serta dinilai. Pihak pengurusan kebanyakkanya tahu kebaikan serta kegunaan media sosial tetapi ramai yang gementar untuk melabur didalamnya. Oleh sebab inilah, sepanjang dua hari bengkel ini berjalan, aku terpaksa menjadi vokal dalam memberikan pendapat dan bertanyakan soalan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Banyak idea-idea yang diutarakan oleh Stephens aku catat dan banyak juga persoalan yang aku tujukan kepadanya. Secara langsung, bengkel kerja ini menjadi medan untuk aku serta wakil-wakil syarikat yang lain untuk belajar serta bertukar-tukar pendapat. Insya-Allah selepas ini, aku akan cuba mempraktik apa yang telah aku lalui pada unit media sosial pusat panggilan. Aku nekad untuk menjadikan unit media sosial pusat panggilan sebagai 'penanda aras' kepada unit-unit media sosial lain di luar sana. Banyak yang perlu dilakukan tetapi sekali lagi aku nyatakan disini - jika aku tidak mencuba, bagaimana aku hendak berjaya?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jumaat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Aku agak sedih pada hari Jumaat yang lalu. Sedih dengan sikap tidak matang segelintir daripada anak buah dibawah jagaan aku. Situasi sedih ini adalah rentetan dari hari Khamis dimana aku pulang kepejabat setelah selesai bengkel kerja di Hotel Maya. Walaupun aku boleh saja pulang terus ke rumah pada hari itu, tetapi aku mengambil keputusan untuk masuk kepejabat dan berjumpa dengan anak-anak buah serta melangsaikan beberapa kertas kerja diatas meja. Lagipun, bengkel kerja habis agak awal dan aku masih lagi secara teknikal, berada 'didalam waktu pejabat'.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sedang aku sibuk membalas email didalam inbox, salah seorang daripada anak buah aku datang. Dia memulakan perbualan dengan bertanya soalan-soalan yang menunjukkan seakan-akan aku tidak mengambil peduli tentang kebajikan pekerja-pekerja dibawah seliaan aku. Sehingga hari ini aku masih tertanya-tanya mengapa harus soalan seperti "sudah berapa lama awak nampak aku berkerja di sini" ditujukan kepada aku?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Aku mendengar dengan muka yang terpinga-pinga. Otak aku yang tidak seberapa pintar ini menghadam setiap kata-kata yang dikeluarkan beliau dan cuba untuk berfikiran terbuka. Rupa-rupanya, beliau meminta aku untuk mengeluarkan sekeping surat kepada pihak jabatan sumber manusia. Surat ini bertujuan untuk menyambung kembali elaun shift giliran bagi pihak dirinya serta beberapa orang lagi rakan beliau. Elaun giliran mereka telah dihentikan sementara kerana cuti bersalin. Sebagai seorang penyelia, aku manerima permintaan beliau dan bersetuju untuk mengeluarkan memo/surat tersebut - tanpa sebarang rasa prejudis kerana aku faham situasi mereka. Aku berjanji akan menyiapkan memo ini pada hari Isnin dan akan terus memberikannya pada pengurus kanan untuk ditandatangani. Beliau lalu beransur pergi (tanpa mengucapkan terima kasih) dan aku terus menghubungi pengurus kanan untuk mendapatkan pendapatnya. Pengrus kanan memberi lalu memberi kelulusan untuk aku memgeluarkan memo ini.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Apa yang terjadi selepas itu agak menghampakan. Memandangkan isu ini berkait dengan wang, aku mengambil keputusan untuk membuat memo ini segera pada hari Jumaat. Setelah membuat pemeriksaan dengan membaca semula email pihak pengurusan berhubung dengan penangguhan ini, aku mula mengarang. Demi menyiapkan memo ini, aku terpaksa tangguhkan tugasan utama yang perlu aku hantar segera bagi memberi ruang untuk menyaipkan memo ini dan setelah hampir 1 jam mengarang, ianya selesai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tiba dibilik pengurus kanan, aku ternampak sehelai 'draft' memo yang terjatuh diatas lantai. Apabila aku mengambil dan membaca memo tersebut, aku benar-benar terkejut! Memo tersebut mengandungi isi kandungan yang sama dengan memo yang telah aku karang. Aku bertanya kepada pengurus kanan mengenai memo itu dan telah diberitahu yang dia sudah pun menandatangani memo tersebut. Aku bertanya lagi, siapa yang membuat memo itu? Dengan wajah yang bingung, dia berkata "awak la". Sememangnya, aku langsung tidak tahu dimana kekeliruan ini berlaku dan mengapa memo ini dibuat tanpa pengetahuan aku.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Aku pelik dan kurang senang dengan situasi ini. Aku tidak suka diperbodohkan macam ini. Aku telah cuba lakukan apa yang mereka hendak tetapi dibelakangi dan tanpa memberi peluang aku untuk membuat kerja, mereka lakukan sesuatu yang seolah-olah mahu mencabar aku. Persoalan disini, mengapa harus mengambil keputusan untuk membuat kerja yang telah anda sendiri berikan kepada aku? Kalau anda sendiri hendak mengarang dan membuat memo tersebut, mengapa harus memperbodohkan aku dengan menyuruh aku yang mengeluarkan memo itu? Sukar untuk aku menjawab dihadapan pengurus kanan apabila dia berpendapat bahawa aku tiada kawalan terhadap anak-anak buah aku. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Banyak soalan-soalan bermain di dalam kepala setelah isu ini terjadi. Banyak juga kesimpulan yang dapat aku andaikan tetapi ianya tidak semestinya tepat. Antara andaian yang paling ketara adalah kesimpulan yang mereka mungkin ingin"&lt;i&gt;play the game&lt;/i&gt;" dengan aku. Kalau andaian ini tepat, mereka harus ingat, aku juga mampu untuk "&lt;i&gt;play the game&lt;/i&gt;" dengan mereka. Harus diketahui antara perangai buruk yang ada pada diri aku (yang memang aku sedang cuba untuk kikis dengan sedaya upaya) adalah sikap pendendam. Bila aku diperbodohkan, agak sukar untuk aku memaafkan dan aku akan cuba sedaya upaya untuk membalas dendam. Aku manusia biasa dan walaupun aku tidak pernah/mampu memarahi sesiapa secara terbuka, jangan anggap aku tidak berdaya untuk bertindakbalas.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Terus tenang disini aku ingin nyatakan yang aku adalah seorang manusia yang mampu menerima kritikan serta tomahan. Sudah banyak yang aku lalui, alami dan rasai. Jujurnya aku bukan jenis manusia yang cepat melatah atau senang 'naik angin'. Akan tetapi, perkara yang berlaku ini benar-benar membuat aku rasa tidak selesa. Memang susah untuk aku lupakan saat-saat ketika aku terpaksa "menjawab" dihadapan pengurus kanan tentang mengapa aku tidak tahu menahu tentang memo tersebut. Maaf, aku tidak akan mudah melupakan perkara ini dan aku akan menjadikan ia sebagai satu pengajaran yang penting buat aku. Hari ini hari kamu, lambat laun hari aku akan sampai juga.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Baiklah. Sampai disini saja celoteh aku untuk minggu ini. Untuk minggu yang baru dan yang akan datang, aku ramalkan ianya tidak begitu sibuk seperti minggu yang lepas. Insya-Allah, aku akan terus mengarang dan mengulas perkara-perkara yang berlaku disekeliling tanpa sebarang agenda-agenda yang tersembunyi. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Yang baik itu datang dari Allah, manakala yang buruk itu semuanya datang dari aku".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-7715908459203030259?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/7715908459203030259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/suatu-minggu-yang-sibuk-dan-malang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7715908459203030259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7715908459203030259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/suatu-minggu-yang-sibuk-dan-malang.html' title='Suatu Minggu yang Sibuk dan Malang.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8cf6e6ZgA/Tqjzv5m64RI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pJuDYTgO2zY/s72-c/shah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-6377611772140890366</id><published>2011-10-15T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:53:37.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Coretan Di Hari Sabtu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/6233562969_9f0d09321c_m.jpg" id="blogsy-1319910801088.4043" class="alignleft" alt="" width="161" height="161"&gt;Akhirnya aku berjaya duduk dihadapan TV sambil bersantai dengan sebuah buku yang aku baru jumpa didalam almari tempoh hari. Setelah hampir 2 jam mentelaah, aku mula bosan. Mata aku mula juling meneliti hasil tulisan si Yahudi, Adam Kirsch dan otak aku mula berkhayal. Masa untuk berhenti membaca dan sekarang masanya untuk menulis.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hari kerja telah berakhir dan hujung minggu yang dinantikan-nantikan sejak Isnin yang lalu telah tiba. Secara am, banyak insiden-insiden yang berlaku pada minggu yang baru berakhir ini. Tetapi apakan daya, otak aku tidak mampu merekodkan segala yang berlaku secara terperinci. Aku hanya mampu membuat beberapa kesimpulan tentang apa yang menjadi sorotan utama sahaja. &amp;nbsp;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seperti biasa, hadir saja bulan Oktober, borang penilaian individu akan di bahagi-bahagikan oleh pihak sumber manusia kepada semua kakitangan. Sudah menjadi 'tradisi' di kalangan ahli kumpulan penyelia (termasuk aku) untuk menjadi &lt;strong&gt;sibuk&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;emosional&lt;/strong&gt; dan &lt;strong&gt;keletihan&lt;/strong&gt; sepanjang tempoh sebelum tarikh akhir penyerahkan kembali borang-borang ini kepada sumber manusia.&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/30382995@N07/6237258756" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6117/6237258756_be9670c6c8.jpg" id="blogsy-1319910801175.1204" class="alignright" alt="" width="243" height="243"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secara peribadi, aku rasa majoriti di kalangan kakitangan-kakitangan aku tidak menyedari hakikat ini. Mereka lebih selesa dengan anggapan bahawa tugas sebagai seorang penyelia itu mudah kerana penyelia tidak perlu menghadap serta melayan karenan pelanggan seperti mereka. Baru-baru ini riuh kedengaran keluhan-keluhan tidak berasas tentang bagaimana para penyelia membuat kerja secara '&lt;strong&gt;main-main&lt;/strong&gt;' dan '&lt;strong&gt;syok sendiri&lt;/strong&gt;' dalam menilai dan memberikan markah penilaian mereka.&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Betul atau tidak, terpulang pada individu. Tepuk dada, tanya-lah diri sendiri. Apa yang pasti, hanya yang Maha Esa sahaja tahu sejauh mana kejujuran dan keikhlasan para penyelia untuk membantu semua pihak yang terlibat. Tidak payah kita menghukum serta menilai mereka - itu kerja Allah dan Dia Maha Mengetahui. Silap meneka atau menilai, kita pula yang berdosa nanti.   &lt;em&gt;(Ralat: Bukan semua kakitangan aku sebegini. Aku tahu ada segelintir yang memahami perasaan para penyelia dan bersimpati. Kepada mereka, aku ucapkan terima kasih. Tahniah kerana sememangnya anda telah berjaya merubah mentaliti anda).&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hari Rabu tempoh hari aku dikejutkan dengan kematian seorang sahabat. Walaupun jarang berjumpa secara fizikal, tetapi kami sering berinteraksi melalui Twitter dan Facebook. Arwah diceritakan telah menghembuskan nafas terakhir ketika keluar berjogging awal pagi Rabu yang lalu. Khabarnya arwah rebah ketika berlari kerana serangan sakit jantung. Arwah terus hidup didalam kenangan bersama isteri dan seorang anak perempuan yang masih kecil. Semoga legasi "Tuan Senang Besar" terus hidup dilaman media sosial. Al-Fatihah dan tenang-lah engkau disana wahai sahabat.&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dua hari yang seterusnya langsung tidak membawa sebarang berita mahupun apa-apa yang mampu mengubat hati yang sedang sedih. Sebaliknya aku mula lemas dan aku dapat merasakan diri bagai tenggelam didalam laut yang tiada dasar. Segala yang aku baca dari hasil tulisan Tun Mahathir bertahun dahulu didalam karya agungnya, "Malay Dilemma" terbukti dihadapan mata dan masih lagi releven pada hari ini.&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barangkali kerana terlalu letih, aku agak emosi medengar suara-suara lantang yang begitu lumanyan mencaci serta mencerca. Tambah memilukan apabila tomahan-tomahan yang mereka ditujukan itu adalah kepada individu yang aku anggap sedang cuba untuk keluar dari pesepsi sejagat tentang bangsa Malayu. Yang rajin membuat kerja dianggap cuba untuk 'naik cepat' dan mengampu. Mereka katakan rajin individu tersebut tidak bertempat dan secara dasarnya hanya dibuat-buat. Kemudian, yang bersuara lantang tentang sesuatu isu, tetapi tanpa sebarang asas serta bukti yang kukuh pula, disanjung tinggi dan dianggap sebagai penyelamat.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aku pelik dan sungguh sedih dangan golongan-golongan ini. Kenapa harus bersikap begini? Kenapa tidak boleh menerima hakikat yang ada orang lain yang mungkin lebih baik? Kenapa tidak mahu berikan sokongan kepada rakan ini? Bukankah dia rakan sekerja dan sudah saling kenal mengenali selama 5 - 6 tahun? Kalau betul dengki dengan 'kejayaan' individu ini, mengapa tidak tunjukkan sikap yang positif dan berusaha dengan lebih hebat untuk menandingi beliau? Bukankah persaingan yaang sikap ini lebih membina dan baik untuk memajukan bangsa?   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disini aku hendak jelaskan aku bukan seorang yang pandai ataupun berpengalaman luas. Jauh sekali, dan tidak pernah aku menganggap aku lebih pandai daripada orang lain kerana sebetulnya, aku masih mentah. Namun, aku pernah berpeluang untuk menjengok tingkah laku orang-orang luar yang majoriti daripada mereka mempunyai sikap serta mentaliti yang jauh lebih baik dari kita semua. Aku juga pernah berkerja dengan golongan-golongan Melayu yang selalu bersikap positif dan sering ingin mencabar kebolehan diri sendiri - tanpa perasaan iri hati atau saling dengki mendengki. &amp;nbsp;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jadi maafkan aku bila aku katakan yang aku benci melihat orang Melayu yang masih lagi mempunyai sikap-sikap negatif yang begitu mendefinasikan bangsa kita. Mudahnya, aku tidak suka manusia yang malas, tidak mahu berubah demi kebaikan semua, faham tetapi enggan menerima konsep, tidak mahu mencuba sesuatu yang baru dan yang paling aku benci - suka menjatuhkan orang lain apabila orang itu cuba untuk mengubah taraf diri.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baiklah, aku rasa cukup untuk minggu ini. Minggu adalah minggu yang sibuk buat aku. Isnin pasti memenatkan kerana aku harus selesaikan semua urusan penilaian kakitangan. Selasa pula aku diamanahkan untuk menemuduga kakitangan baru. Manakala Rabu dan Khamis aku tiada dipejabat kerana menghadiri 'work shop' media sosial. Apa-apa kerja yang bertimbun diatas meja hanya akan dapat disiapkan pada hari Jumaat. Sabtu hadapan adalah Sabtu berkerja.&amp;nbsp;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a nice weekend, dear friends. Sekian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-6377611772140890366?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/6377611772140890366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/coretan-di-hari-sabtu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6377611772140890366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6377611772140890366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/coretan-di-hari-sabtu.html' title='Coretan Di Hari Sabtu.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/6233562969_9f0d09321c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-2654934909454034163</id><published>2011-10-09T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:29:11.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The Basics of Motivation, part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For many months now, I have been thinking about what motivates my staffs to get out from their houses and entertain the water users of Selangor, Kuala Lumpur and Putrajaya? I often wonder what does it take for me to make my call centre agents feel excited and enthusiastic about picking up and answering calls from irate consumers? What is the secret formula to use in order for me to make them commit to a collective goal, a project, and to the organization's mission and vision?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again I reflect upon myself and found that it is the challenge, recognition and reward that kept me going - day in, day out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is amazing that some of my staff are cheerful and motivated by means of without any grand gestures. A simple pat on the back will can put a smile to their faces; while a short 'thank you' or 'well done' email will make them perform a bit more extra than usual. These are the things that I've picked up about my subordinates and I truly believe that these small gestures can make a difference. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, this method of inspiring motivation does not seem to cater to everybody. It is not a one-ruler-fit-all technique. Only a small portion are motivated and as for the rest, I reckon I would need to move a mountain before anything positive can be accomplished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what is motivation? By far, it is a very difficult term to define and the dictionary in my book shelf does not help a bit. It defines motivation as;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the act or process of motivating; the condition of being motivated"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Further reading on the Internet gave me a closer meaning to the term from the operation standpoint:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Giving of a reason to act: the act of giving somebody a reason or incentive to do something"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I think, the question for me now is that, what do I mean when I say I want to motivate my staffs? Fundamentally I realize that I am saying I want to "give them a reason or incentive to answer calls effectively and adhere to the set KPIs".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can I, as their leader, generate "a feeling of interest or enthusiasm that makes somebody want to do something"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-2654934909454034163?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/2654934909454034163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/basics-of-motivation-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2654934909454034163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2654934909454034163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/basics-of-motivation-part-2.html' title='The Basics of Motivation, part 2.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-828348460783792850</id><published>2011-10-09T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:11:56.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The Basics of Motivation, part 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've read somewhere that more than 9 employees out of 10 says that in determining the number of lost days at work, the level job of satisfaction is an "important" or a "very important" factor. We all know and realize that staffs who are less satisfied with their jobs are more likely to to miss work (MCs and ELs).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we come to work? Personally for me, I feel the sense of contribution - I (sometimes) enjoy work. I believe I am making a difference in serving the water consumers of Selangor, Kuala Lumpur and Putrajaya. In my humble opinion, I think the majority of my staff feels that work is an obligation they must fulfill. The majority of my subordinates come to work because they know they must. If they don't, they will be punish and eventually get a 'show cause' letter or a warning from management. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After nearly 4 years of working with the contact centre environment, I have eventually categorized the population of my staff into 2 teams. There are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the team that come to work because they want to be in the office; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the team that come to work because they feel they have to be in the office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;My observations eventually made me to conclude that the difference separating both of these team is &lt;strong&gt;motivation&lt;/strong&gt;. The challenge for me now, as a stand-in person responsible for the whole operations for the contact centre, is to motivate everybody in the office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-828348460783792850?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/828348460783792850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/basics-of-motivation-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/828348460783792850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/828348460783792850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/10/basics-of-motivation-part-1.html' title='The Basics of Motivation, part 1.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-7791469118738801822</id><published>2011-10-01T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:54:17.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Quality Soft Skill Conference.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Hello world, I'm blogging using Blogsy. I'd just downloaded this app off iTune Store and how I suppose I should write something to justify my purchase. So what do I want to write on a Friday afternoon?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week have been mediocre. Nothing exciting happened at work, except for the mini internal conference that my team have organized for the staffs. From my point of view, the conference did exactly what it was intended to do - it did make people talk. Whether it's positive talk or negative talk is completely a different story altogether.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's begin with why we wanted to do this conference in the first place; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;to enable management to share with the staff about where we are with regards to the performance of the contact center;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to have a better understanding of what are the actual standard for quality and what are expected from agents;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to have an open forum where we can discuss our issues; and finally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to justify the rationale for some of the decisions made by the management.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So those are the actual purpose for the "Quality Soft Skill" conference. Personally, I appreciate the efforts made from my staffs to make this a reality. I can understand the hardship and challenge that the team must have felt in working out the mechanics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Due credit is given when required - well done Alex, Suha and Farah.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/30382995@N07/6191100642" target="_blank" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6191100642_2aab786ae7.jpg" id="blogsy-1319910842510.727" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="500" alt="Mr.Abby giving his talk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-7791469118738801822?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/7791469118738801822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/09/test-blogging-via-blogsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7791469118738801822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7791469118738801822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/09/test-blogging-via-blogsy.html' title='Quality Soft Skill Conference.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6151/6191100642_2aab786ae7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-6009902756080577267</id><published>2011-09-27T14:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T01:54:39.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Contact Centre Chronicles, 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TcDZTKH8ak/ToFzWw5vQLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lnoMBB9LLOQ/s1600/6170533031_5777db6939_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TcDZTKH8ak/ToFzWw5vQLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lnoMBB9LLOQ/s320/6170533031_5777db6939_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Cubicle - I'm patriotic all year around and not just only in August&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin to write about my life working as one of the senior member of the management team in a contact centre, I think it is only fair for me to do some proper introductions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contact centre is part of a customer service department for a privately run utility company that deals with a certain commodity service in Kuala Lumpur, Selangor and Putrajaya. We operate on a monopoly-basis. This goes without saying and for the sake of anonymity, I shall not disclose my company's name. However, I guess my good readers will have no trouble at all in guessing which company this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introductions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The contact centre, in which I am one of the administrator, works with a very simple yet structured hierarchy. I shall introduce each key-players in the organization chart and what roles they play in shaping the direction of office. Again, real names will not be use here;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The General Manager (Mr.Y)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An experienced old-timer on the inner workings of the company. He was employed by the state and is in his late 50's. Expert in many areas of the field but has no experience whatsoever in customer service. Just a recent addition to the customer service department, he was before a general manager in charged of one of the 10 district offices my company administers. He was also, before that a general manager for one of our more technical departments. He reports directly to the Executive Director (ED) of corporate affairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Senior Manager (Mr.A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An 11-year expert in the art of managing contact centers, Mr.A is a person not to be reckoned with. His outlook is a bit slanted to the feminine side but once you get to know him, you'll find that you will not want to mess with him when it comes to work and operational issues. Stern, strict, and sometimes uncompromising when quality is at stake, you know for a fact that he means business. He's 36 and some say that he's a bit young for this role. I feel that coming from a large multi-national telco before, he has a lot to prove in this Malaysian/Malay centric organization. A man with a multitude of ideas but is sometime hampered by the poor judgements of the general manager. He currently reports directly to the General Manager of the customer service department, Mr.Y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Manager (Mr.H)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In his early 40's and was once a manager in another unit under the customer service department. He has been with the contact centre for nearly 2 years but has been with the company for nearly 6 years now (I will confirm on this later). A calculative type of person and would only do something significant if there are clear cut and direct instructions from top management. An unwilling risk-taker and will only embark on a project if there is black &amp;amp; white attached to it. Over his 2 years rule, he has made many unpopular decisions concerning operations and needless to say, the majority of his management staff are vary of his decisions. As the manager, Mr.H reports directly to the Senior Manager, Mr.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Assistant Manager (Mr.S)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A year younger than the Senior Manager, he has been working for the contact centre for nearly 5 years. An open minded individual that takes life with a happy-go-lucky attitude. Friendly with the staffs but can also sometimes be opinionated. Stubborn at times, especially when he feels that he is right and will not back down from any arguments. He has a close relationship with the supervisors and a few of the staffs - which often lead to conflicts of interests. Most of the writing posted on this blog will be from his opinions and point-of-view. He reports directly to the Manager but usually goes directly to the Senior Manager. Hopes to become the Manager of the contact centre in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Supervisor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are currently five (5) supervisors taking charge of the day-to-day operations of the contact centre. They are divided into two (2) males and three (3) females, with each of them given a specific group of staffs to micro-manage. The supervisors are the pillars of office and they are the actual individual that pushes forward any directive from management onto the floor. Their main role and focus are to ensure stability and all of the set KPI(s) for the contact centre are achieved/maintained. Additional tasks are also given to them and these are known as "secondary tasks". These supervisor reports directly to the Assistant Manager, Mr.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Staffs (inbound agents, liaison officers &amp;amp; correspondence agents)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are what makes the majority of the contact centre's population. They consists of 45 male and female individuals with the bigger portion slanted toward female staffs. These staff works on shift and currently there are three (3) shifts available - one in the morning, which starts off at 7 and ends at 2pm the afternoon, another shift starts right after that and ends at 10 p.m., and the last shift is from then onwards till 7am on the next following day. The prominent individuals from the pool of agents will be discussed and talked about in the posts to come. From this point onwards, let's just say that the agents themselves are divided and the challenges faced by the management team are focus/revolves around the performance of these individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my future postings, I will discuss things that happen in and around my contact centre. The decisions made by any levels of management will be highlighted and I will try my best to justify why I am pro or against it. On a final note before I end my debut post, I would just like to say that one of the main reasons behind why I have decided to write about this is that because I think a career in a contact centre is exciting. Live is never dull and I think then public have often took us for granted. I hope to make the public realize that a contact centre is an integral part of any organization that deals with the public/consumers. It is also my hope that my readers understand why we do things in such a way and why we think sometimes, the customer isn't always right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and best regards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-6009902756080577267?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/6009902756080577267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/09/contact-centre-chronicles-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6009902756080577267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6009902756080577267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2011/09/contact-centre-chronicles-2011.html' title='Contact Centre Chronicles, 2011.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9TcDZTKH8ak/ToFzWw5vQLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lnoMBB9LLOQ/s72-c/6170533031_5777db6939_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-5947516440566610354</id><published>2010-10-18T13:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:50:52.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Idiots are born. Hence you can't help them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do you measure&amp;nbsp;professionalism? What are the tools and set of skills that are&amp;nbsp;necessary&amp;nbsp;needed by a person to get him or herself ready for employment? I guess these are some of the questions asked by thousands of graduates who had just received their degree scrolls over the past few weeks. Questions that needs answer - FAST.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not your typical person who people would come for advice. I am far from being a point-of-reference or a guru. I have much to improve and I have a lot to learn. However along the way, I think everyone would agree with me when I say that some of the skills needed for a person in the working&amp;nbsp;environment can&amp;nbsp;boil&amp;nbsp;down to &lt;i&gt;common sense&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;professional&amp;nbsp;courtesy&lt;/i&gt;. You can teach yourself how to use the new billing system, or be well versed with the new CRM implementations; but being polite,&amp;nbsp;ethical, kind&amp;nbsp;and just towards your fellow&amp;nbsp;colleague&amp;nbsp;is something that you won't find in any textbook. I believe that these "soft-touches" when interacting with people is an asset that one could use to get thing done&amp;nbsp;quickly&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;effectively.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only problem is that these "soft-touches" are&amp;nbsp;hard-coded&amp;nbsp;into a person's personality. It is like a&amp;nbsp;trademark&amp;nbsp;of that particular someone that people recognizes. In actuality, for someone to have these so-called soft touches, one would have to go back in time and adjust a few variable during a person's growing-up period. Some are lucky enough to have a childhood whereby respect, kindness and fairness are being played in front of them by default. These lucky people are blesses with good parents and families that support them through thick and thin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those unlucky bastards, I have nothing much to say except that their stupidity is like a cancer that will eventually lead to everyone's downfall. Nothing much can be said because no one have control over how these people were bought up - their parents (to me) are already screwed up in the first place and in turn these people are a product of a fucked up&amp;nbsp;environment. These people tend to be abusive towards other people's feeling and they feel like no one is correct, except for themselves. And ultimately, these people are expert in finding other people's fault as to cover their own short comings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My only advice when dealing with people as such is to only stick to the fact and always remind yourself constantly that you're interacting with an idiot. Accept what you can but fight "&lt;i&gt;blood and sweat&lt;/i&gt;" for the things you can't accept. This is why when I receive a print-out of a conversation (via messenger) between my staff and a staff from the district, I just laughed. His parent (and also his "nenek") must be so proud because his comment towards my staff was full of "ethics", "fairness" and "kindness". A very typical trait of your average and common Malay M.C.P;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLvxFieG7QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rANduWahdnk/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="44" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLvxFieG7QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rANduWahdnk/s320/Capture.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s - This incident reminded me of Art Harun's recent blog post :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://art-harun.blogspot.com/2010/09/gtp10mpetpnkrankeanemsri.html"&gt;http://art-harun.blogspot.com/2010/09/gtp10mpetpnkrankeanemsri.html&lt;/a&gt;. Holistically, can you see the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-5947516440566610354?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/5947516440566610354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/10/idiots-are-born-hence-you-cant-help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/5947516440566610354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/5947516440566610354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/10/idiots-are-born-hence-you-cant-help.html' title='Idiots are born. Hence you can&apos;t help them.'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLvxFieG7QI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rANduWahdnk/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-2504312000398125511</id><published>2010-10-13T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:46:54.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>The Village House</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLUyfI29pFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wmg4Jn_tef0/s1600/DSC00823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLUyfI29pFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wmg4Jn_tef0/s320/DSC00823.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The House at the Edge of the Village&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took this on Hari Raya a few weeks ago. I was at my dad's hometown in Tikam Batu, Kedah. I notice this eerie looking house late one evening as we walked past a Muslim grave whilst on our way home. It was part wood and part cement. From the looks of it, it was abandoned years ago by it's occupants. The house itself was situated at the very edge of the village and the only access to it was through a narrow passageway hidden in between bushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-2504312000398125511?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/2504312000398125511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/10/village-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2504312000398125511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2504312000398125511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/10/village-house.html' title='The Village House'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLUyfI29pFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wmg4Jn_tef0/s72-c/DSC00823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-4719135666113101739</id><published>2010-10-12T02:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T04:37:38.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TX-7'/><title type='text'>Farah's UIA Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoyed my day out to UIA last week. It was a great day for Farah as it was her graduation day. Farah is now a certified&amp;nbsp;audiologist and I am a proud uncle. Picture above was taken using a &lt;a href="http://www.sonystyle.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10151&amp;amp;catalogId=10551&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;productId=8198552921666073335"&gt;SONY TX-7&lt;/a&gt; point-and-shoot camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLNQt8vlydI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uusSzCJ-i-U/s1600/DSC01185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLNQt8vlydI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uusSzCJ-i-U/s320/DSC01185.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farah's Graduation - Surrounded by families&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLNVW29PIRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fQjwOxRI-SI/s1600/DSC01174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLNVW29PIRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fQjwOxRI-SI/s320/DSC01174.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farah with her little sister, Fatin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLNUeHNg5qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hg23NEgdWQ8/s1600/DSC01192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLNUeHNg5qI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Hg23NEgdWQ8/s320/DSC01192.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Mother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLN0g9wJ0EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SXacHQR7Mjs/s1600/DSC01173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLN0g9wJ0EI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SXacHQR7Mjs/s320/DSC01173.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farah with beloved aunt, Juliana Johari&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLN1IZjJJ3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/MShEIYWFjU0/s1600/DSC01111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLN1IZjJJ3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/MShEIYWFjU0/s320/DSC01111.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The monument, IIU Gombak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-4719135666113101739?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/4719135666113101739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/10/farahs-uia-graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/4719135666113101739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/4719135666113101739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/10/farahs-uia-graduation-day.html' title='Farah&apos;s UIA Graduation Day'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TLNQt8vlydI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uusSzCJ-i-U/s72-c/DSC01185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-1744623049891797671</id><published>2010-07-15T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:00:55.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50mm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>The Tools</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TD5O9My5akI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9ePpOzaoRhQ/s1600/_MG_0027-Edit-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TD5O9My5akI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9ePpOzaoRhQ/s320/_MG_0027-Edit-Edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My Toshiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;My Toshiba laptop computer runs on an Intel Core Duo 2, with 4 gigs of RAM. On board, I have an ATI Radeon (Premium Graphics) graphics card to satisfy all my photo editing needs. To get the best result, I process all my digital workflow with the help of Adobe Lightroom 3.0. Personally, this is the best "bang-for-your-money" photo editing software that you will ever need. On top of this, I also use Adobe CS5 in which I use interchangeably with Lightroom. By far, this is the best laptop that I have ever own, so far. I do mind the occasional annoyances (it has only two USB ports and a measly 250 gig of HDD space) but it's something that I can live with for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Thank you for the help so far, dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-1744623049891797671?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/1744623049891797671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/07/tools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/1744623049891797671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/1744623049891797671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/07/tools.html' title='The Tools'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TD5O9My5akI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9ePpOzaoRhQ/s72-c/_MG_0027-Edit-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-7195854388273599113</id><published>2010-06-13T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:42:28.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in Kangar, Perlis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TBR84_rNb9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8CuW16WVyhg/s1600/Adik-Aidah-and-Husband+(The+Channel+Mixer).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TBR84_rNb9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8CuW16WVyhg/s320/Adik-Aidah-and-Husband+(The+Channel+Mixer).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;A wedding in Kangar, Perlis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've often been asked by colleges, friends and families about how I make black and white images. Usually I would tell them that the best known process is to set the camera settings to make it shoot in black and white by default. This is perhaps the most simple and common way in where nascent black and white enthusiast would start off with. It's fast and does not bleed on the time it takes to master. Images taken are in JPEG, and it's far smaller in size as compared to the other methods used – it doesn't bleed hard disk space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that when I was starting out, this is the only method that I'd use to make the black and white image. However, as I evolve in knowledge, from reading publications that are readily available off the net or from the bookshelves, I'd learn that this method is not the best of way to achieve such a purpose. I soon found out that this technique lacks in the control over the representation of creativity on its' final output. More or less, the images that I'd taken by this method were flat and lifeless. What was much more important is the fact that I was no longer satisfied with the results that I get from making black and white images straight off the camera. With heaps on tutorials and info offered on the net, I knew a swing in my accustomed process was inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-7195854388273599113?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/7195854388273599113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-often-been-asked-by-colleges.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7195854388273599113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/7195854388273599113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-often-been-asked-by-colleges.html' title='A Wedding in Kangar, Perlis'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TBR84_rNb9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8CuW16WVyhg/s72-c/Adik-Aidah-and-Husband+(The+Channel+Mixer).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-4283028573295242641</id><published>2010-06-07T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:52:13.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Reception that I Wish I had Skipped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAyczIlLfOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DadllDhgVvM/s1600/kenduri_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAyczIlLfOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DadllDhgVvM/s320/kenduri_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School Holidays in&amp;nbsp;Langgar, Kedah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The school holidays are yet again upon us. To all the parents of school children across Malaysia (who will and have already taken this opportunity to take that long overdue vacation), I wish you all a good trip. Please remember to be safe on the road -&amp;nbsp;I cannot further stress how important this is. You can be an idiot at the office but please never ever&amp;nbsp;on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAydi74wZ2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eBEOvTr-_2Q/s1600/kenduri_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAydi74wZ2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/eBEOvTr-_2Q/s320/kenduri_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going to the Wedding Reception in Langgar, Kedah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School holidays does have this bad habit of making my mailbox, both snail mail and email, attractive to wedding invitations. Over the past couple of months leading en route to the school holidays, I'd received a total of&amp;nbsp;eight wedding invites that I am required to be present at. The problem is, I've this stupid rule of not attending office mates' wedding (more on this later). However, when it comes to family, it would take an act of God for me not to come – the simple reason being for me not wanting to submit myself to my mothers' wrath and also the blood that comes with it.&amp;nbsp;For me, families @ relatives&amp;nbsp;are different. I don't get to see them on a daily basis but office mates', its bad enough I have to endure them on a daily basis – why do I have to submit myself (voluntarily)&amp;nbsp;in their&amp;nbsp;presence as well during my off days? I know many would disagree with me on this&amp;nbsp;and honestly, I know that this is a brainless cum sad excuse. I'm funny like this but I guess that's what makes us different from each other. It does not mean at all that if I don't attend your wedding, I won't be helping you out in your times of need. I'm a nice person but&amp;nbsp;I just don't enjoy weddings – that all. Yes, I know I'm an arse and I admit it. But I'll still be there for you during your darkest hour, you can count on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAyeYGuHweI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xmYHmGg7v4A/s1600/kenduri_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAyeYGuHweI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xmYHmGg7v4A/s320/kenduri_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paying Tribute to the Father-of-the-Bride in Langgar, Kedah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was asked by my mother to attend one last weekend. It was not even family but as faith would have it and without even putting up much of a fight, I found myself knee deep in one. My mother is the last person on earth that I&amp;nbsp;want an argument with. Hence as a good son, I bit my tongue and just waddle along for the ride. The smile of satisfaction on my missus explains it all. Seeing me being subjected to something I would only do once in a blue moon really gives her the sensation of pure joy, I guess. All along the drive to the wedding reception, there were smiles on both my missus and my mother's face. Sensing that I might be bored to death whilst waiting for these two beautiful women of my life to finish meeting up with people and chatting with the mother-of-the-bride, I took along my camera. The original idea was to capture the joy of a traditional Malay wedding but I ended up snapping away negatively. Instead of doing what I intended to do, I defunct and went completely the opposite. No sir, there will be no pictures of the bride and groom here. Only pictures of what I felt was telling the whole story with a pinch of subtlety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-4283028573295242641?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/4283028573295242641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-reception-that-i-wish-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/4283028573295242641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/4283028573295242641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-reception-that-i-wish-i-had.html' title='The Wedding Reception that I Wish I had Skipped'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAyczIlLfOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DadllDhgVvM/s72-c/kenduri_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-2979479247052769523</id><published>2010-06-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:30:16.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron Highland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>Kea Farm, Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAdK87GUhLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M0yqcoD2ZaU/s1600/KeaFarm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAdK87GUhLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M0yqcoD2ZaU/s320/KeaFarm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kea Farm from The Equatorial, Cameron Highlands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy travelling as much as my son enjoys annoying me late at night for a glass of water. Don't get me wrong but I do enjoy travelling, whenever time and my bank account permits. As my other half puts it, "&lt;em&gt;going somewhere nice for the school holidays is a must and it is our God given right to have you along with us&lt;/em&gt;". After 18 years, I know that she means business and should not be taken lightly when she uses the word 'God' in any part of her sentence. Alhamdulillah and thanks to her, I think I'm a well travelled person now. I've been to parts of the world that I can only dream of when I was young. Over the years, I've breath the cold air on top of the majestic Eiffel Tower, drank coffee on the streets of Amsterdam, watched the sunrise at the eastern shores of the UK, swam with the abundance of fishes that healthily thrive in the waters of Pangkor Island and enjoyed dinner at Penang's famous seafood outlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took this beautiful scenery of Kea Farm valley during my recent visit to &lt;a href="http://www.cameron.com.my/"&gt;Cameron Highlands&lt;/a&gt;. It was taken at noon during the time when light from the sun was just about to blanket the rows of farm houses and vegetable gardens in the valley below. It has been a foggy morning to start off with and I knew I won't be able to capture the finer details of the scenery without sufficient ambient lighting. I took my time composing this shot. With a cup of hot tea next to me, I began to look for the right composition and time to capture what I had in mind. I snapped a few test shots to judge the correct exposure with my Canon 50D set on exposure bracketing mode. In this mode, I'm able to record three images in one single shutter release with each image having different exposures. It's truly a handy tool as I can roughly judge the correct setting for the final image. As I'm so used to take pictures in RAW format, I knew it wouldn't matter much as adjustments can be done later during the editing process in Lightroom. However, for this particular image, I wanted to see how well my 50D can cope with minimal editing in Lightroom for the final result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The greyish skies were beginning to break at around half-past eleven. Sunlight began to pierce the sky and it only took a few minutes after that before I saw the first wave of thick cottony white clouds emerging from the hillside to the right of this image. I wanted to show the movement of the clouds as it slowly moved to envelop the horizontal plane on this image. The sunlight, during this point of time, wasn’t too harsh and was adequate enough in capture the fine minutiae of the valley below. The rows of wooden farm houses were clearly lit up as the first ray of sunlight hits them after a sunless morning. I would have preferred some human activities down at the vegetable farms but as I was pushed for time, and the composition had all fell into place to clearly capture what I wanted to show, I started pressing away the shutter button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The end result came out exactly as what I wanted to show. Minimal editing was done to correct the curves and level of the colour tones. I used Photoshop CS5 to convert the image into black and white. A high contrast red filter in the black and white adjustments was used to add more punch to the clouds above the valley. The greenery tone of the farms below converted well in shades of gray to show the contradicting contrast of the skies and the land underneath it. I’m very pleased with this image and the final output was then sent to the printers. A simple black frame around the final print puts the final touch that this image needed before I finally hung it on the wall in my study room. Cameron Highlands is beyond doubt a glorious and stunning place to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-2979479247052769523?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/2979479247052769523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/06/kea-farm-cameron-highlands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2979479247052769523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2979479247052769523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/06/kea-farm-cameron-highlands.html' title='Kea Farm, Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TAdK87GUhLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/M0yqcoD2ZaU/s72-c/KeaFarm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-2530798538080567729</id><published>2010-05-31T14:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:18:35.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50mm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>A Question of Trust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TANSmqDoBzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xojt2kvudoI/s1600/Depression.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TANSmqDoBzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xojt2kvudoI/s320/Depression.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A question of Trust, Kuala Lumpur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that I'm not suppose to rant (bitch, more like it) about work and what I do for a living in this blog but I'm going to make an exception in this latest post. I work in a&amp;nbsp;company that is so famous all across Malaysia for all the wrong reasons. We've been in business for the past 5 years of so. I'm not going to lie or sugar coat but after nearly 3 years in this industry, I can say without any ego that this is really a bitch of a business to run, especially if you're in the "punching-bag" division of the company – &lt;em&gt;The Customer Service Division&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my job and it is due to this actuality that I have shed sweat and blood for this company. Over the past 3 years, I have lost count of the long hours I've put into this profession and the numerous arguments I'd with my significant other at home. Close friends often told me that I spend too much time and sacrifice a lot on this post but it never really bothered me. This goes without saying as well but my significant other often describe my workplace as my second wife. Both point of views I'd taken in with an open mind and always held firm that "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if a job is worth doing, it's worth doing it well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". So far I think I got what I deserve – got myself promoted and a small, yet significant figure was put into my payslip at the end of each passing month. Nothing could be better, right? Wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the thing, I've lately felt that everything I do is pointless and there's this huge gap of void that is limiting my capability to excel. I'm not saying, by a long-shot, that I'm good or anything over the rest but I've made a lot of differences to the operations of the establishment in this office. I've taken pride in how I've been able to train my senior staff members into becoming more pro-active, confrontational and detailed in their work. I'm please with their "situation-awareness" and how well they've developed into good communicators in English. I would also like to think that the shift of the mentality of the general population from what they were before, have more or less with something I did along the way. However, is there really a point in doing all this? Does it really matter how much time, sweat and sacrifice I've put in the eyes of the &lt;em&gt;powers that be&lt;/em&gt;? Does sleeping well at night after a hard-fought day at the office really makes sense, in the grand scheme of thing? The truth is I'm beginning to wonder and think. I've been doing this a lot lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've a great boss. She's always supported me and trusted me with a lot of things over these past years. I believe in her and I know that she's capable of accomplishing enormous feats. However, being in a company that does little to care for its most important assets, her authority is limited. I've seen her fought immensely over a lot of issues and ideas but was somehow rejected by her bosses. She's been persistent, but I know rejection is something that we all humans don't really like to face on a continuous term. Who could blame her? After all, we're not working in a multi-national company that really emphasis on empowering its employees to move and shake things around. It's really a single-minded company that I sometimes feel don't even trust its employees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's where I think lies the fundamental problem to the whole situation. Forget about the politics that's involved because politics will always be dirty and politicians will always have their own opinions of things. Let's just focus on how well management treats its people. A little bit of trust goes a long way and there's not a better time than now to be giving us some. Times are desperate and when you're operating on a "budget", you really need to keep the best people for the job to ensure smooth running. You'll be losing the battle if your best people jump ship to another position in another company. And as good people are hard to find nowadays, you'll end up filling their vacancies with the second best. You need to treat you best people well and give them the room and space to, for once, make up their own decisions without fearing its repercussions. Mistakes and error in judgements will ensure but these&amp;nbsp;are part and parcel for the inevitable shift in paradigm. After all, it's how well we learn from our mistakes that makes us more mature and experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-2530798538080567729?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/2530798538080567729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/question-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2530798538080567729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/2530798538080567729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/question-mark.html' title='A Question of Trust?'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TANSmqDoBzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Xojt2kvudoI/s72-c/Depression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-6906867021540512482</id><published>2010-05-28T21:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:48:50.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shahrulghani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>MS Office 2007 and My Own Dot Com – An Exciting New Chapter Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TACbO2Tbb0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ebyQjrWIfHA/s1600/EnergizerMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TACbO2Tbb0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ebyQjrWIfHA/s320/EnergizerMan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Energizer Man, Genting Highlands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh wow! This really works out well. I'm able to blog via my copy of MS Word 2007 with just a few clicks. All I need to do was just provide MS Word with my Blogger account &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;username&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plus &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;password&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I am ready to write away. Awesome and oh yeah, I've also registered my own domain name. The new address to my blog site is &lt;a href="http://www.shahrulghani.com/"&gt;http://www.shahrulghani.com/&lt;/a&gt;. From now on, all blog postings and pictures uploads will be redirected to this URL. For the sake of consistencies, I'll still be using the current original layout (thanks to &lt;a href="http://blogger.com/"&gt;Blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I hope you will enjoy reading my posts and pictures - as much as I enjoy writing and capturing them. This new domain name marks a new chapter in my education towards being a good photographer and blogger. Hence, comments and feedbacks are highly appreciated. Thank you and enjoy your stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-6906867021540512482?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/6906867021540512482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogging-from-ms-office-2007-trial-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6906867021540512482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6906867021540512482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogging-from-ms-office-2007-trial-and.html' title='MS Office 2007 and My Own Dot Com – An Exciting New Chapter Begins!'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/TACbO2Tbb0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ebyQjrWIfHA/s72-c/EnergizerMan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-6295077916354768573</id><published>2010-05-26T21:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:16:24.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EOS'/><title type='text'>My Weakness, My Strength &amp; My Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_0jSxmvUfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8LJujT9a_TY/s1600/My-Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_0jSxmvUfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8LJujT9a_TY/s320/My-Family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Weakness, My Strength and My Pride, Cameron Highlands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where do I begin to articulate this feeling of content whenever I see these three lovely faces? How do I quantify the sentiment of love, joy, ecstasy and bliss whenever I see their smiling faces at the end of a busy and demanding day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My other half, Juliana is truly an amazing woman. She has been there for me for the past 18 years. She was at first a good friend and then later, as a fine companion. I could not have asked for more. She is unyielding at the things she holds dear to and a woman of strong principles. She is a delightful person to be with and her splendour is at the same par as her astuteness. Whenever she comforts and motivates me, I feel I could move mountains. She is beyond doubt the faultless meaning behind the words in KRU ballad entitled; Dua - "Tiada wanita di-dunia, setanding Mu". If there is heaven on earth for me, it will be sitting next to her at the end of each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My seven year old son Adam is the spitting image of what I was when I was an adolescent. He is a miracle to the fact that we endured a few miscarriages before finally receiving him in our arms. I remember the first day I saw his face. It was winter and it snowed heavily outside the hospital's ground. I could not explain the gravity of the situation even till today. All I knew, at that point of time is that I was overwhelmed with the sense of trepidation that strangely came with a sense of a proud young father. His high-pitch cries made me realized that I was on the first page of a new chapter in my life and the following blank pages made me cringe with fear. Conversely, the fear was momentarily and I knew that I wasn't going to be alone in his upbringing. The past seven years of my life with Adam was and still is an amazing journey. I had learned a lot and I am still learning. It is a never ending journey filled with the occasional frustration but continuous bliss and grandeur. A miracle he faithfully is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My youngest is nearly two. Edrees was born in October 2008 and he was really a welcomed addition to my family. We actually did not plan for this second miracle from above but he really turned out to be a blessing in disguise for everyone. His youth, along with his endless vigour shows us the true meaning of family life and its true values. His milky breath in the morning gives me courage to bear the politics that was in played at the office and his endearing smile demolishes all feeling of guilt and exhaustion at the end of a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If there is one thing that I fear most in this world is losing them and not being able to be in their presence at the end of each day. Hence this is why I often refer to them as &lt;strong&gt;my weakness&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;my strength&lt;/strong&gt; and last but not least &lt;strong&gt;my pride&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-6295077916354768573?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/6295077916354768573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-weakness-my-strength-my-pride.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6295077916354768573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/6295077916354768573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-weakness-my-strength-my-pride.html' title='My Weakness, My Strength &amp;amp; My Pride'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_0jSxmvUfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8LJujT9a_TY/s72-c/My-Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-1813847656246268053</id><published>2010-05-19T12:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:22:08.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Fayiedda - A Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_NriPuHZLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Gu-ZwGgrgvk/s1600/Fayiedda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_NriPuHZLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Gu-ZwGgrgvk/s320/Fayiedda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fayiedda, Kuala Lumpur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fayiedda was diagnosed with cancer about 10 months back. She had endured many sessions of chemotherapy and countless difficulties before finally coming back to work. It was a good thing that during her "doa-selamat kenduri", she was willing to share her experiences with everyone about her ordeal. It was something that I was really looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have roughly a general idea of what she must have gone through from my experiences working in a hospital in England a few years ago. Oncology was one of the wards where people working on the cleaning crew dreaded the most. It was not because of the many menial tasks a cleaner was suppose to do once in oncology (it was a given "occupational hazard") but however I think, we were mostly dismayed at the gloom and bleak atmosphere of the surrounding space. Personally, there was a stench of impending doom whenever I walk through the hallway leading to the big double doors into the ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, &lt;a href="http://www.ruh.nhs.uk/"&gt;The Royal United Hospital&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.cityofbath.co.uk/"&gt;Bath&lt;/a&gt; has the most advance oncology medical team available in the south-west of England, but cancer in general is a medical equivalent of having one foot in the grave as far as most doctors are concern. As I recall, talking to the nurses and consultants and being inquisitive of things that are foreign to me had equipped me with the notion that the "&lt;a href="http://www.ruh.nhs.uk/patients/services/wards/william_budd_ward/index.asp"&gt;William Budd Oncology Ward&lt;/a&gt;" was the last place a cancer patient would want to be in – due to the mortality rate churn out by the statisticians of the NHS. It was a place where hope of survival was not benchmarked upon how advance treatment was, but much rather on how much a patient's will to survive and "fight-on" was. During Fayiedda's experience sharing, she talked about how this single factor alone had helped her through her ordeal and how a patient had died from the lack of it. I truly respect her point of view and took a step back to remember those faces in William Budd that I once knew many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to capture her new zest towards life. I wanted to show, in my final print, her appreciation of how valuable this "second chance to live" by God is to her. I took my position right in front of her, barely a few feet away. She talked with much gusto and her words were strong but yet subtle. As she shared her story, I snapped away, making sure that I was not in her way. As it was indoors, I have no choice but to use my flash-gun to get the job done right. My aim was to do minimal editing so I had to get the setting on my camera right the first time. I metered my exposure mode to "spot-metering". Her white clothes would make and interesting highlight in a mono image as I planned carefully for one. I took many but I decided to choose this particular because it shows how healthy and energetic she is now. I guess Friedrich Nietzsche quote "that which does not kill us makes us stronger" is true. Well done Fayiedda and welcome back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-1813847656246268053?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/1813847656246268053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/fayiedda-survivor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/1813847656246268053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/1813847656246268053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/fayiedda-survivor.html' title='Fayiedda - A Survivor'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_NriPuHZLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Gu-ZwGgrgvk/s72-c/Fayiedda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-3720997318025774052</id><published>2010-05-17T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:18:08.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300mm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genting Highland'/><title type='text'>The Genting Highland Get-Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_DCD61x0JI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FLj7jCx6zmc/s320/JulianaJohari(momo).jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun in the Lake, Genting Highlands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This was taken during our trip to Genting Highland a few weeks ago. My other half had the time of her life cruising across the lake on a hover-boat. It was nice to see her smiling and enjoying the cold chilled air and freezing waters - when I know for a fact that she dislikes both of these combinations. I guess, theme parks not only bring out our inner child but at the same time, make us forget the things we hate most in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took a few shots from the pier on my telephoto. Movement was restricted due to the long queue of patrons that was waiting on the pier for their turn. So I picked a spot at the edge of the pier and just waited for the action to come to me. I took my time to set my monopod up and just wait for my wife to get herself comfortable with the hover-boat. The next thing I know, she was speeding across the lake, making waves, smiling and laughing. I snapped away, adjusting my focal range and composing what I felt was good. My aim was to capture her natural smile, without the sense that she was being followed. My 50D was set on shutter-priority mode for this and I was really glad there was sufficient ambient lighting available. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end of the day, I picked the above picture out of the rest because of the unintentional pose by my wife. Her smile was natural and perfect, and most importantly did not have a hint of the "smiling-for-the-camera" routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-3720997318025774052?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/3720997318025774052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/genting-highland-get-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/3720997318025774052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/3720997318025774052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/genting-highland-get-away.html' title='The Genting Highland Get-Away'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S_DCD61x0JI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FLj7jCx6zmc/s72-c/JulianaJohari(momo).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-3328959132553463568</id><published>2010-05-12T15:49:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:21:26.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>"A Few Good Men"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So far so good, as far as how 2010 is treating me. The repercussions of my decisions and actions in 2009 had got me promoted,&amp;nbsp;able us to&amp;nbsp;moved into our new home, cleared off some of my debts and most importantly above all, I'd managed to provide a better future for my two sons. 2010&amp;nbsp;has already stepped into its "&lt;em&gt;teenage&lt;/em&gt;" period. With its "&lt;em&gt;infancy&lt;/em&gt;" period gone, now "&lt;em&gt;adulthood&lt;/em&gt;" is just around the corner.&amp;nbsp;There have been&amp;nbsp;few&amp;nbsp;disappointments and grievances but however, victories and self-satisfaction are also catching up. All-in-all, I think it's&amp;nbsp;fair because in life, you'll win some and you'll definitely lose some. Regardless of whatever&amp;nbsp;improvements, be it good or bad, should be the platform on which I should benchmark my progress in the next following quarter of 2010. The road is still long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-pc1GWRsXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/i8N_pJVbeP8/s1600/GoodMen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-pc1GWRsXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/i8N_pJVbeP8/s320/GoodMen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mizi and Azizul, Kuala Lumpur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-tvtsutIcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JHTylfUniNE/s1600/DepressionPeriod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-tvtsutIcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JHTylfUniNE/s320/DepressionPeriod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhausted and Drained, Kuala Lumpur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should also value the greatness of others, especially those who look up onto me for guidance and support. Truth be told, I sometimes feel that I need guidance more than anyone else. I must admit with great assertion that good people are hard to find but along the way, I'd managed to pick-up these "few good men" who had stayed firm and stood their ground behind me. These are men with strong characters and outstanding tolerance to whatever life throws at them - including the kitchen sink. These are men who put their professional complications ahead of personal crisis and difficulties. And these are men who truly understand the concept of&amp;nbsp;self-sacrifice and what it takes to "&lt;em&gt;take one for the team&lt;/em&gt;". I value them with honour and respect, at the highest degree. It has and still is a pleasure to work side-by-side with them - &lt;em&gt;these few honourable men&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-3328959132553463568?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/3328959132553463568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-good-men.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/3328959132553463568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/3328959132553463568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-good-men.html' title='&amp;quot;A Few Good Men&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-pc1GWRsXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/i8N_pJVbeP8/s72-c/GoodMen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402797272140602759.post-8845156688195866946</id><published>2010-05-11T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:29:01.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron Highland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50mm'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-j3EY5GrSI/AAAAAAAAADo/_YEjZoVp1Mc/s1600/EdreesRyan(Mono-II).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469893402214968610" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-j3EY5GrSI/AAAAAAAAADo/_YEjZoVp1Mc/s200/EdreesRyan(Mono-II).jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 133px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really enjoy photography. To be more specific, I enjoy taking photographs and then converting them into black and white images. Black and white images are simple and pure. They express purity in the simplest of form; in where colored images would never have could. It expresses a sense of nostalgic and drama, a situation or a scenery frozen in time. Black and white images are truly amazing and for this reason alone, I am dedicating this new chapter on my blog site solely to mono images.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Edress&lt;/span&gt; Ryan, my youngest son is now almost two. A bubbly little boy and always full of energy is the sort of character best to describe this humble and adoring little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were in Cameron Highland (a popular highland tourist spot in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pahang&lt;/span&gt;, Malaysia) in April, 2010 when I took this picture of him. We had stayed in a very spacious and comfortable apartment which had a playground right at the doorstep. Needless to say, both my sons was ecstatic about the prospect of running around, swinging around and sliding around the playground. I could not blame them, kids will always be kids and I really do enjoy pampering them with things such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather was cloudy and the cold mountain breeze blew gently on our faces. Being that there is a constant heat wave in Malaysia currently, the calm atmosphere was truly welcomed by all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Edrees&lt;/span&gt; took him by himself to get closely attached to the kiddies slide. It was the only contraption in the playground that he was really fond of. As my youngest son crawled up the green colored slide, slowly yet sure reaching the top, I aimed my glass directly at him. Carefully shifting my focus from one angle to another, I managed to shoot a few frame of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Edrees&lt;/span&gt; on continuous mode. The weather was great for outdoor shooting and, I always shoot in RAW so I did not have to bother much about white balance and exposures - corrections can be done in post editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My aim was to get as much facial expression on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Edrees&lt;/span&gt; as I could. I wanted to show, in the final result, his intensity, energy and at the same time the adorable force of nature that he truly is. Roughly I took nearly 30 frames of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Edrees&lt;/span&gt; until I finally decided to stop. In the end, during post editing, I found the single image on that particular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;evening&lt;/span&gt; that sums it all up. His cheeky-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; along with his adorable cute little oval face shows the endless energy of youth. It was truly an amazing mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; for us that day and I am looking forward for our next outing trip together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402797272140602759-8845156688195866946?l=shahrulghani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/feeds/8845156688195866946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/04/edrees-ryan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/8845156688195866946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402797272140602759/posts/default/8845156688195866946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahrulghani.blogspot.com/2010/04/edrees-ryan.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Shahrul Ghani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786534227794341124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaVBKKoJUac/TulMYJ4YFSI/AAAAAAAAAj8/sxWkqXAubP4/s220/shahrulghani.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Fi054pFWGY/S-j3EY5GrSI/AAAAAAAAADo/_YEjZoVp1Mc/s72-c/EdreesRyan(Mono-II).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
