Tuesday, May 17, 2011

.acidic crime.

Assalamualaikum and g'day all! i just found this out in my friend Asyikin's blog. Check it out and be aware!



ATTENTION TO ALL WOMEN ESPECIALLY IN KUALA LUMPUR



PLEASE BE AWARE WITH THIS GUY








TO ALL THE BLOGGER I HOPE U ALL PUT THIS PICTURE IN UR BLOG


HELP OUR POLICE FIND THIS GUY
HELP OUR WOMEN FROM BEING THE VICTIM OF THIS GUY


THIS GUY USING THE HONDA EX5 MOTORBIKE


PLEASE BE AWARE

BECAUSE HE WILL THROW THE ACID TO THE WOMEN

ESPECIALLY THE WOMEN THAT WEAR HIJAB AND INDIAN WOMEN


CALL THE POLICE DIRECTLY IF U SEE THIS GUY


PLEASE DON'T WALK NEAR THE STREET



P/S: Macam photoshop pun ada kan? Mancung betul hidung dia. hihihih ;P Ok ok, serius.

.the wall.

Assalamualaikum and good day, peeps.

I was updating my facebook status with;

"The wall is building up higher and higher. If I don't start the climb now, it may be extra difficult for me to do so later. "

It then reminds me of how Dr. Zuryati (an excellent dentist from HUSM) motivated me when i was a little swamped with my Professional 2 exams.

She mentioned during her years as a dental sciences student in a foreign country, she once resided in an apartment opposite a construction site. In her window view, there was a man whose work is as hard labourer, cementing bricks to make the new building.

Everyday, she watched that man working in whatever condition the weather gave him, until the building is done. It was the same routine. Bricking walls, that man was, and he did it excellently although the weather was harsh on him. Never once that man was absent from his duty until the building was completed. So whenever she felt 'overwhelmed' with hardship, she'll always say,

"If that man can brick that wall, i can study until i meet my goal."

Now, that man is outside my window. ( in a non-hallucination kind of way. ;P )

Never give up, peeps. :)

Saturday, May 14, 2011

.the world doesn't revolve around me.

It's a statement, it's true, and it's how it naturally is.


Although I know, that in happy moments I am not forgotten,

yet,

in difficult moments I am not trusted

nor am I reached, in quiet moments

like how I was not made aware of the painful moments.


I should be happy that I am not some toilet paper. Shouldn't I?