We can’t blame the kids who misused drugs because they’re dead. We just need to tell the others that it is not worth it. At all. Sigh.
Kalau seorang pemuzik bersetuju dengan tanggapan bahawa konsert itu sebuah konsert maksiat, dia perlu tahu ramai cari rezeki halal di situ.
There are men and women out there risking their own lives leaving loved ones to search for someone else’s loved ones.
Jangan berhenti berharap.
Everyone is doing their best. Please try to understand. Stop being negative about everything and preach negativity.
Terlampau laparkan maklumat, manusia mudah melontar kata sinis supaya air liurnya tidak meleleh.
Imagine the cost of the search team deployed – fuel, manpower, resources. I’m sure the authorities is exhausting as much as they can.
We just hope they are relentless in their trying while we ourselves deem helpless.
While some of us sits at the comfort of our homes scared of the haze outside and throw curses on their incompetence.
Please think that the things you say might hurt the people who are praying for hope.
I am so glad to grow up in a household where my dad makes breakfast, makes tea at night for mom and wash/iron his own clothes.
My Dad still does that at the age of 63 aside from teaching at a university full time.
Sometimes when people who have a job that allows them to clock in 9am and clock out at 6pm and not take work home complains – I sigh.
I think there’s too many complainers in this world than there are doers.
Gonna name my imaginary hipster coffee place – Kofi del mar.
And serve baileys all day instead of coffee.
In #UWRF13 , almost every writer talks or relates to poetry at some point. In Malaysia, writers are all about films, TV, novels, journalism.
It’s amazing how NONE OF THE MALAYSIAN MEDIA picked up Malaysian writers featured at #UWRF13 | Are we not good enough for you? *sigh*
I think poets di-anak tiri-kan di dalam bidang penulisan di Malaysia despite how emerging and thriving scene it is. Do you agree?
That moment when you can’t depend on anybody else but yourself.
We live in a world full of privileged kids who thinks they deserve a lot of things and it should be given to them. Including respect.
And they think they are way better than to strive and struggle to earn respect and recognition. The Gen-Ys.
We come from an era where regardless how high our degree is – if we need to make tea for boss or sweep the floor, we’d do it.
Tonight, the cost of my rants will be 50 ringgit. Memang hebat.
En. Isa was a great cabbie to restore back my faith when I touched down KL Sentral. RM 33 from KL Sentral to Selayang, was a good deal.
En. Isa talked about where he met his wife, what his daughter get for her birthday and how priviliged govt servants are these days. At 2am.
After telling him I just got back from a writer festival and I write as a hobby – he asked for my pseudonym just incase he buys my book.
Which I thought was really sweet. Thank you, En. Isa. God bless your heart.