Sand and Stone

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During
some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped
the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without
saying anything, wrote in the sand: “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they
decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the
mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend
recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: “TODAY MY BEST
The friend who had slapped and saved his best
friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you
write on a stone, why?” The other friend replied: “When someone hurts
us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase
it away.
But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in
stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

Courtesy of my dear friend – Dea


I am lucky to be me..

Why? Because:

1. I’m employed with a comfortable position, wages and benefits which other people may not have them..

2. I’m having a happy life and i’m enjoying it..

3. I have Allah as my Motivator and i have faith in my religion to guide my path

4. I’m married with a very nice, great, considerate, loving and caring (and of course-Mr. RM) husband. And i have a great little son who will lift me up whenever i fall. My husband don’t mind if he needs to take leave to look after my son if i have to fly all over the country..or to do extra job. And he LIKES to do house chores such as cooking, washing the dishes/ clothes or even ironing the clothes for me. (This is the most important part why i’m lucky to be me..)

5. I have a very loving and caring family from both side (me and teddy) that will support us unconditionally.

6. I have a bunch of best friends from all over the places in the world and luckily they don’t mind if i didn’t contact them even for a year or two..hehehe…

To be continued…

The Meaning of ‘Consideration’

When it comes to ‘consideration’ people always think of ‘chance’, ‘opportunity’, ‘ambil hati’, ‘bagi muka’ etc..etc. When you don’t considerate of others, u will be classified as ‘unconsiderate person’ or the worst is ‘mean person’. I always think that i’m a very considerate person, of course..coz i’m a typical malay brought up within our ‘soft’ culture. But recently i found that i need not to be considerate, in a CERTAIN condition..(read–CERTAIN). Why? COz i’m being bullied sooo many times when i consider the other’s feeling..and it give me a signal that i need to change my attitude. I need to be more ‘hard’ to make people pay a respect for me..and i hope the signal is true coz i don’t want to be misled by my own perception… 

Kesiannya anak mama…


Di antara gambar menarik tahun ini..dirakamkan sejurus Wafiy sampai di Bayu Beach Resort PD utk mengunjungi mamanya berbengkel (Pengurusan Projek) pada 22 Julai lepas. Kesian dia, ikut cerita papa, sepanjang perjalanan dari Banting (umah wan) ke PD dia langsung tak meragam..ape tak nye..masuk kete je terus tido….hehehe….anyway perasaan rindu pada Wafiy berbayar masa Wafiy sampai tu…

Permata Hatiku Buat Selamanya…


pic: courtesy of akak echah

Don’t Ever Underestimate The others pleasee…

I have been facing this situation many times..and the latest is just rite now. To be honest, i hate being underestimate by the others, especially the one who doesn’t know me well. I dont’t like to be defined or explained before i define the issue that i want to raise..or dont’t jump to conclusion before u know what is the idea for the whole..or in bahasa kasar..’tolong jangan menyampuk sebelum aku habis bercakap’…sometimes i may look like a snail…lembab bila bercakap but please don’t underestimate me…lambat tak semestinya lembab..laju tak semestinya hebat…

the moral is: bersabar ketika org lain beri pendapat..jgn suka2 nak potong cakap org dgn alasan bahawa awak tu lebih tau dari org yang sedang bercakap tu…..

How Could Life Ended Just Like That..

Met a terrible accident this early morning on my way to office. A motocylist dead (i guess) with his blood, fresh flesh, eye balls and brain scattered all over the road. I got shocked, feel weak and stuttered but when i looked at Wafiy, i regain my conscious. My message for today:

Berhati-hati di jalanraya. Tiada siapa mampu mengubahnya kecuali anda….fikirkan…

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