This is the message note from Ramada Grand Junction.
To Our Guests:
In ancient tiems there was a prayer for "The Stragner within our gates."
Because this hotel is a human institution to serve people, we hope that God will grant you peace and rest while you are under our roof.
May this room and hotel be your "second" home. Many those that you love be near you in thoughts and dreams. Even though we may ot get to know you, we hope that you will be comfortable and happy as if you were in your own house.
May the business that brought you our way prosper. May every call you make and every message you receive add to you joy. When you leave, may your journey be safe.
We are all travelers. From "birth till death". we travel between eternities. may these days be pleassant for you, prfitable for society, helpful for those you meeet, and a joy to thise who know and love you best.
Management and Staff.
Moving thoughts for me on a journey.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Grand Junction - Another Turn of Life Journey
The long travel of half the globe from KLIA terminated at Grand Junction. A small town in the middle of Colorado with the population of 50,000 people. on left is the picture at taken at the small airport called Walker Field on my arrival. A friendly lady paasenger on the same flight took this picture.
It is interesting to note that you may get waht you want just by asking. Just ask and most probably people are willing to help you.
It is the never ending quest for knowledge that brought me into this town. A learning experience that will woithout doubt will again change my life direction and the lives of others whom I shall be in contact with. More so the participants of my future programs.
When I was writing this original piece at a restaurant called Applebees down the road from Ramada Hotel, I could not help but to reflect the awe and magnificent gifts Allah bestowed upon us. We are living a life of abundance. We live more of joys than miseries.
Reflecting back to the people that I love and loved me that have made the difference in my life. People who have contributed and helped me make my life so fulfilling and rewarding.
To them I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. And definetely one special person is Ani who has given me much support and encouragement to whatever endeavours that I have taken.
To her, I love and miss you.
Ramada Hotel, Grand Junction
1st. July 2008.
Izz - Cucu Tok Wan
Sewaktu keKLIA petang tadi untuk ke US, Izz Adry cucu kesayangan yang pertama pun turut menghantar Tol Wannya. Bukan main lasak dan becok sekali mulutnya sekarang.
Dan orang yang paling teruk sekali melayan karenahnya ialah Opahnya. Opahnya adalah favouritenya, mengatasi mamanya sendiri.
Sewaktu duduk minum disebuah cafe KLIA, dia juga makan kanji nasi bercampur sayur. Kasihan Izz semalam, menghadapi masalah untuk buang air besar kerana taiknya keras dan sukar keluar. Melalaklah dia kerana sakit.
Kini Izz semakin membesar. Dan tentunya dalam sedikit masa lagi dia akan melepasi zaman bayinya menuju alam tadika kanakl-kanak.
Dan aku, semakin menuju lembayung senja dan Maghrib. Pada Izz doa Tok wan semoga menjadi insan yang hebat dan berwibawa disatu masa nanti.
Dan orang yang paling teruk sekali melayan karenahnya ialah Opahnya. Opahnya adalah favouritenya, mengatasi mamanya sendiri.
Sewaktu duduk minum disebuah cafe KLIA, dia juga makan kanji nasi bercampur sayur. Kasihan Izz semalam, menghadapi masalah untuk buang air besar kerana taiknya keras dan sukar keluar. Melalaklah dia kerana sakit.
Kini Izz semakin membesar. Dan tentunya dalam sedikit masa lagi dia akan melepasi zaman bayinya menuju alam tadika kanakl-kanak.
Dan aku, semakin menuju lembayung senja dan Maghrib. Pada Izz doa Tok wan semoga menjadi insan yang hebat dan berwibawa disatu masa nanti.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Once Upon A Time - Stranded in Los Angeles
I just don't believe it. Ani and me got stranded.
Yes, we got stranded at LA, Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) to be exact.
It was around May 2000. We were on our way to visit Aida at Purdue University. Aida had just enrolled in January 2000 at the university.
We just flew into LAX from Kuala Lumpur and after gathering the immigaration, gathered our luggage and cleared the customes we went to the domestic terminal where Southwest Airlines is located. I went in to airlines counter.
Then only it got to me that I did not have the ticket. We booked the ticket but I did not collect in KL. Nevertheless, I thought it can be bought over the counter since we already book it.
Yes, our names are in, said the lady manning the counter. Booked. Great.
"But, where's your ticket sir", she asked.
Then it became a problem. I tried to buy over the counter. The price is trile than the price in KL. Exhorbitant.
I got out from the que. Tried to figure the next course of action.
I went to another counter. Mid-America Airways. Yes the price is reasonable. But the flight is scheduled on tomorrow 5.00 pm. We decided to book it anyway. The difference in price is more than enough to pay for the hotel and expenses of overnight in LA.
Since I am no stranger in LA, I booked a car, drove to one of Best Westerns and booked ourself a room. Tomorrown morning we spent sometime driving to USC and aorund Santa Monica.
It was an interetsting "stranded" anyway. By the way we did phone Aida of our wayward journey.
Yes, we got stranded at LA, Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) to be exact.
It was around May 2000. We were on our way to visit Aida at Purdue University. Aida had just enrolled in January 2000 at the university.
We just flew into LAX from Kuala Lumpur and after gathering the immigaration, gathered our luggage and cleared the customes we went to the domestic terminal where Southwest Airlines is located. I went in to airlines counter.
Then only it got to me that I did not have the ticket. We booked the ticket but I did not collect in KL. Nevertheless, I thought it can be bought over the counter since we already book it.
Yes, our names are in, said the lady manning the counter. Booked. Great.
"But, where's your ticket sir", she asked.
Then it became a problem. I tried to buy over the counter. The price is trile than the price in KL. Exhorbitant.
I got out from the que. Tried to figure the next course of action.
I went to another counter. Mid-America Airways. Yes the price is reasonable. But the flight is scheduled on tomorrow 5.00 pm. We decided to book it anyway. The difference in price is more than enough to pay for the hotel and expenses of overnight in LA.
Since I am no stranger in LA, I booked a car, drove to one of Best Westerns and booked ourself a room. Tomorrown morning we spent sometime driving to USC and aorund Santa Monica.
It was an interetsting "stranded" anyway. By the way we did phone Aida of our wayward journey.
Once Upon A Time - RM5 to UPM
It is unbeleivable but it's true. Not many will believe when I related the story but it was true. Even I myself fould it hard to believe after all these years. It happened more nearly 35 years ago.
It was around June 1973. The university just opened its doors and I am accepted to pursue my Diploma Pertanian at UPM Serdang.
I left Ipoh where I was attending my Lower Six Form and boarded the train withnthe boys for their term holidays. Short of funds I became one of the "smuggler" by joining the group ticket to southbound students. It was easy anyway as the guard was unable to check the group ticket issued by travel warrants.
Arriving in KL I joined Fathil Sharif to stay at his uncle's house in telok Datuk Banting. His uncle was a headmaster in Banting at that time. I stayed there for a few days while waiting for UPM to open.
Come the day I went off bu bus from banting to KL and then from Pudu bus stop (no Puduraya yet at that time) by bus to UPM. UPM students used to call that bus ride as flight 707.
When I arrived in UPM I have only RM5 in my pocket. I was quite panicky but just went along. I know there are some STARIAN seniors in UPM and I will look for them to get some loan if need arises.
That RM5 was used to pay for the persatuan registration. I am left with no money. But not to worry as the meals (4 times - breakfast, luch, tea and dinner) are available from the dining hall. It kept me going anyway.
I did borrow a few dollars from one of my STAR friends. I forgot whom. But it kep me going until I got some money from my godfather Dato (Tun) Syed Ahmad who was the Kedah MB at that time.
It was around June 1973. The university just opened its doors and I am accepted to pursue my Diploma Pertanian at UPM Serdang.
I left Ipoh where I was attending my Lower Six Form and boarded the train withnthe boys for their term holidays. Short of funds I became one of the "smuggler" by joining the group ticket to southbound students. It was easy anyway as the guard was unable to check the group ticket issued by travel warrants.
Arriving in KL I joined Fathil Sharif to stay at his uncle's house in telok Datuk Banting. His uncle was a headmaster in Banting at that time. I stayed there for a few days while waiting for UPM to open.
Come the day I went off bu bus from banting to KL and then from Pudu bus stop (no Puduraya yet at that time) by bus to UPM. UPM students used to call that bus ride as flight 707.
When I arrived in UPM I have only RM5 in my pocket. I was quite panicky but just went along. I know there are some STARIAN seniors in UPM and I will look for them to get some loan if need arises.
That RM5 was used to pay for the persatuan registration. I am left with no money. But not to worry as the meals (4 times - breakfast, luch, tea and dinner) are available from the dining hall. It kept me going anyway.
I did borrow a few dollars from one of my STAR friends. I forgot whom. But it kep me going until I got some money from my godfather Dato (Tun) Syed Ahmad who was the Kedah MB at that time.
Once Upon A Time - Hanged by Buffalo's Horn
I want to recollect the dramatic and interesting episodes of my life. This is one of the reminisces.
I was young then. Just started schooling. maybe around darjah 1 or 2.
My father used to rear a few cattles, a herd of goats and 3 buffaloes. I used to help him look after the animals. As the buffaloes are used to work the padi fields and quite timid, I used to ride on one of the buffaloes.
One day while my father was milking one of his buufaloes, I tried to ride the other buffalo. She was tied to the stump. As I was struggling to mount her front legs, the docile animal moved wildly suddenly.
I lost my balance and grip on her mound and was thrown to the front. My short, I was bafefooted and without the shirt, was caught by her horn.
I was shouting for help to my father. My father was amused and laughedd heartily. He did not help me immediately. He let hung by the horn. I was struggling to free myself but to no avail. Luckily, as if sympathetic to my predicament, the buffalo just stood still.
After sometime, realising that I could not free myself, my father came to my rescue. He lifted me up and I was free.
I was shocked from the event. But it did not stop me from riding the buffalo again. It was fun. And it was an adventure of my childhood days.
I was young then. Just started schooling. maybe around darjah 1 or 2.
My father used to rear a few cattles, a herd of goats and 3 buffaloes. I used to help him look after the animals. As the buffaloes are used to work the padi fields and quite timid, I used to ride on one of the buffaloes.
One day while my father was milking one of his buufaloes, I tried to ride the other buffalo. She was tied to the stump. As I was struggling to mount her front legs, the docile animal moved wildly suddenly.
I lost my balance and grip on her mound and was thrown to the front. My short, I was bafefooted and without the shirt, was caught by her horn.
I was shouting for help to my father. My father was amused and laughedd heartily. He did not help me immediately. He let hung by the horn. I was struggling to free myself but to no avail. Luckily, as if sympathetic to my predicament, the buffalo just stood still.
After sometime, realising that I could not free myself, my father came to my rescue. He lifted me up and I was free.
I was shocked from the event. But it did not stop me from riding the buffalo again. It was fun. And it was an adventure of my childhood days.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Hasil Adalah Keutamaan NLP
NLP adalah berkenaan pencapaian dan hasil.
"Apakah yang anda mahu?"
Apa juga yang kita mulakan bermula dengan hasil yang kita ingini. Soalan pemandu utama ini mesti dijawab atau dibentuk secara "meta". Segala tumpuan dan fokus diberikan untuk menghasilkan apa yang dihajati. Ianya bagaikan pancaran laser yang terarah dan tajam serta dihalakan kepada satu tujuan.
Melalui NLP ianya akan membuatkan anda menjadi lebih fokus dan terarah. Tidak kira apa yang anda mahu. Pendapatan kewangan yang berganda. Komunikasi yang efektif. Menangani masalah dan konflik.
Apapun dengan membetulkan duduk letak diri anda dalam keadaan yang mantap adalah titik mula untuk pencapaian hasil yang hebat.
NLP adalah lebih dari "Power visualization" atau "creative visualization". Ianya adalah pendekatan secara holitistic. Hanya mereka yang telah menghadiri program NLP memahami kuasa dan pengaruh NLP.
"Apakah yang anda mahu?"
Apa juga yang kita mulakan bermula dengan hasil yang kita ingini. Soalan pemandu utama ini mesti dijawab atau dibentuk secara "meta". Segala tumpuan dan fokus diberikan untuk menghasilkan apa yang dihajati. Ianya bagaikan pancaran laser yang terarah dan tajam serta dihalakan kepada satu tujuan.
Melalui NLP ianya akan membuatkan anda menjadi lebih fokus dan terarah. Tidak kira apa yang anda mahu. Pendapatan kewangan yang berganda. Komunikasi yang efektif. Menangani masalah dan konflik.
Apapun dengan membetulkan duduk letak diri anda dalam keadaan yang mantap adalah titik mula untuk pencapaian hasil yang hebat.
NLP adalah lebih dari "Power visualization" atau "creative visualization". Ianya adalah pendekatan secara holitistic. Hanya mereka yang telah menghadiri program NLP memahami kuasa dan pengaruh NLP.
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