Jack Of All Trades, "Masters In Islamic Finance".

*My strength and support... couldn't have done it without her :)*

It feels like it was just last week that I was going all out to encourage one of my best buddy (who is also known as "The Professional Student" amidst our group) to pursue the Chartered Islamic Finance Professional (CIFP) at the International Centre For Education In Islamic Finance (INCEIF). In fact, this happened about two years ago at Rasta TTDI. Suffice to say that it didn't take much effort to encourage a Professional Student to continue studying even after he has in is CV a degree from Southampton University and a Masters from London School of Economics. (See the reason why we all call him "the Professional Student"? He never seems to stop...)

Coincidentally, my lovely cousin, who was influenced by my father, also enrolled for CIFP together with the Professional Student.

In their first semester, they then tagged team, threatened me with my life at gun point, and forced me to enrol for CIFP as well.

My father also wanted me to do the CIFP.

I was attached to the Big Boss’ office at that time. Naturally, I consulted the Big Boss, a number of judges as well as the then Chief Registrar for their advice. All of them thought it was a great idea particularly when Bank Negara was giving a no-bond-scholarship with monthly allowance for 12 months.

Considering that CIFP is an equivalent of a Masters Degree (hence the title of this post hehehe), I decided to take up the challenge. Made some calls and arranged for some scheme for the Judicial Service. Alhamdulillah, I managed to secure 2 spots for Judicial Officers to get the BNM Scholarship. The info was emailed to all officers. Only 1 accepted the challenge and at the last minute since no one else wanted to do so, I took the second spot. Actually, I knew that if there was another candidate, I'd be able to secure a third place for me. But since there were no other takers, I just took the second spot.

Come January 2010, I got my sabbatical leave and became an INCEIF's student. 14 subjects in total within 1 year. INCEIF cramped our little brain, soul and body with so many Islamic Finance infor that even my sweat smelled like Islamic Finance.

The environment was like in UIA where you get to feel as though you are in a blessed environment amongst pursuers of knowledge. I super respect the teachers and staff here. These guys know what their teaching and doing man. They are a bunch of super funny people but no joke about their academic standards. Memang terbaik!

Alhamdulillah, I managed to finish all 14 subjects within the prescribed period. As for the practical aspect of CIFP, my senior and I were posted as the Deputy Registrar and Senior Assistant Registrar of the Muamalat Court. This colleague and senior of mine is one kind of a super hardworking lady. Not only has she been one of the most hardworking, helpful and intelligent classmates, she was also the most efficient and marvellous colleague to work with. May Allah bless her.

We managed to prepare our Articleship report just 2 weeks upon completion of our 6 months practical. This enabled us to graduate together with our seniors (which includes the Professional Student and my cousin).

*A happy graduate :)*

Alhamdulillah, on 15th October 2011, we had our convocation as CIFP graduates (together with Masters and PhD in Islamic Finance) at the INCEIF’s 3^rd Convocation. It was held the oh so beautiful Sasana Kijang. Lawa sangat. Bank Negara's Governor, who is also INCEIF's Chancellor gave out the scroll to us with Mr. Daud Vicary, the CEO of INCEIF, witnessing the ceremony.

 *The Professional Student*

*My Cousin :)*

Since my father is also an academician at INCEIF, he was also in his robe and funny hat. He sat on the stage together with other lecturers and invited guests. After receiving the scroll, I stopped in front of him and knelt to shake his hand. Thank God my hat didn’t drop on the stage. Hehehe.

After the ceremony, I persuaded him to wear his robe and hat again for some photos. Barula best nak amik gambar :)

So now, I am officially a CIFP graduate.

Yay!

I hope within the next few years the door to take up a PhD would open and the circumstances would permit me to upgrade my knowledge.

For now, I'm just glad that I'm a CIFP graduate :)

Alhamdulillah.

Blog adjourned. 

The New And Sexy Bold 4 9900 :)

I have succumbed to the temptation of the seductive Bold 9900.. Huhu.. Literally sleepless nights thinking how and why I should get it. Even dreamt of buying it hehe.

This post is typed from my sexy bold. Considering that this is my first Blackberry, naturally, I am slowly adjusting my preferences. 

I have always been a dummy with BBs.

I remember once when I was the Special Officer to the Big Boss, he passed me his BB for me to copy his notes for some work purposes. Thereafter, he had a Federal Court sitting. This required me to be in the open court as well. The funny thing is that, I didn't know how to turn his BB into silent mode!!!

There I was, in open court, with the Big Boss, BB in my pocket in its normal profile. 

I was praying that no one called his phone when court was in session.

I would say that I was lucky that no one called but unfortunately, he received a number of messages.

So off and on one could hear Tett Tett... Tett Tett.. And then nothing. After a while then another Tett Tett... Tett Tett... 

The Big Boss was beginning to feel annoyed. He reminded everyone to switch their phone into silent mode. 

I checked my hp and confirmed that I had already switched it to silent mode. I was like:

Hishh! Siapelah yang tak reti nak silentkan phone dia ni...

Then everyone heard the Tett Tett... Tett Tett.. Again. 

Boy was the Big Boss angry. He gave a stern warning that if he heard that sound again, he is going to confiscate that phone.

By this time, I realised that it was actually his phone but I didn't know how to turn it to silent mode.

Tett Tett... Tett Tett..

Damn... Of all the time anyone could be sending him a message, that was certainly not the right time.

I was fumbling with his phone looking for the silent button.

Tett Tett... Tett Tett..

Ahh... I flipped the phone and opened the back cover and pulled the battery out.

Fuh! Not quite in time but good enough. 

The Big Boss almost blew his top when he realised that the Tett Tett... Tett Tett.. Came from around my place. I just shook my shoulders as though saying: 

I don't know whose phone that is but it certainly ain't mine...

Then the Tett Tett... Tett Tett.. stopped (as I didn't put his battery back in) and the Big Boss continued with his hearing.

Imagine this, what if the phone started to ring and the Big Boss decided to confiscate that phone. Or in other words, he will be confiscating his own phone!!! 

Mampos Aku!!! LoL!!

Blog adjourned.

Hantar Boss...

Previously, at the KL Courts, I had to clock in at 8am. So I had to be at the office by 7.30am so that I could enjoy 30 minutes of breakfast before I start work at 8am sharp.

Now, Alhamdulillah, at my new place, the Firm is not too strict about clock in and clock out. As long as you are in early and complete your work, there is no clock in or out system. It is based on Trust and outcome.

This means I get to send the little Chempedak to school when the Bride has to leave early for her out-of-office programmes.

A few days ago, I had to send her to school. At the guard, I said:

Nak hantar Boss.

The guard nodded and looked behind my car. Then he had a shocked face as he could not see anyone behind. You see, the Chempedak was sitting obediently (which only happens in the morning when her engine is not up and running). The guard looked at me and I repeated again:

Nak hantar Boss. 

(This time pointing my fingers to the little Chempedak).

The guard looked down and then he saw a two year old Chempedak sitting down and smiling at him with a huge smile.

Oh Boss yang tu... okay jalan.

After that I asked her:

Cha, cha boss ke??

Cha Boss!!!

She said giggling to herself.

She repeated Cha Boss!!! until I parked my car.

Then I carried my boss to her school.

 *Cha Boss dengan beg boss*

 *Cha Boss depan opis school*

*Boss bukak kasut*

After filling up her attendance sheet, she was already so busy helping her teacher tear up some boxes. I quickly ran out.

It wasn’t that bad this time.

Last two weeks, she was wailing Dadddyyyy Daaaddddyyyyyy when I left.

Sebak jiwa...

Last week, she was happily running to her friends and I was the one almost in tears because I have to go to office and not play at that super fun school.

It’s much more fun picking her up from school than sending her.

But I’m just glad that I can do both now. J

Blog adjourned.

Looking For Tahi Lalat

Last night, I dreamt that my colleague gave me a simple but disorganised matter. All of the papers were everywhere and made the simple thing looked so complex. As I was reading through the file, I woke up.

Then I thought to myself, “Now, was that just a dream or did my colleague pass me that file?” I tried digging through my clouded and sleepy memory and concluded that yes, he must’ve given me the matter. But I just can’t seem to remember anything about that matter except that it’s disorganized. I went to sleep again.

Again, I dreamt about the matter again. But in that dream, as much as I wanted to get to my laptop to check my previous emails about that matter, I did not get the chance to check my laptop.

Then I woke up again. I thought even harder and I still can’t determine whether its real or just some mind games. I went back to sleep.

When I woke up this morning, then I realised that it was all just a dream.

Adoi.

Baru 4^th week dah start mimpi kerja ke?

Last time, I use to dream hearing cases or arguing with my big boss about some petty stuff. The Bride would make fun of me mengiggau in the morning. Nakal.

This is probably the case of laughing-too-much-before-sleep.

You see, last night, as the Bride and I were chilling on the bed with little Chempedak, she was so busy and preoccupied in pulling up her pants to look for her Tahi Lalat (mole). So busy was she checking her legs for her Tahi Lalat. When she found it, she’d be jumping all over the bed so happy yelling “Tahi Lalat!! Tahi Lalat!!”

Mind you, her voice is super loud. It’s like she has a built-in haler in her throat.

Then I asked her to show me her tahi lalat.

So she sat down again to look for it.

And she forgot which side her tahi lalat was. She couldn’t find it. I was already giggling to myself. I asked her to look at her other knee. As she was turning, she nearly fell from our bed. She managed to regain balance and still could not find her tahi lalat. I was covering my face with a pillow trying not to laugh too hard by now.

Then the Bride pointed at her tahi lalat.

She suddenly got all excited again and screamed:

THERE DADDY LALAT! DADDY LALAT!!!

AHAHAHAHA!

Hoi! 

TAHI LALATLAH BUKAN DADDY LALAT!

Somehow, she felt that Daddy Lalat was more amusing and decided to stick to that instead.

Adoi... I was laughing non-stop for a few minutes last night.

Maybe that was why I had such a weird dream. Or maybe not.

But Daddy Lalat was just classic.

*Chempedak in her dinasour egg shell*

Blog adjourned.