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when u lose someone,it’s not easy.it triggers an emotion as bitter as bile,as painful as the sting of a bloody stonefish.but it makes u stronger mentally and wakes u up.

ive lost my granddad(may he be placed among those faithful believers).the whole experience sets me thinking.life’s impermanent and as each day passes,our lifespan gets shorter.the world(esp. nowadays) appears to be influential in getting ppl satisfy their desires,flaunt their wealth and canny abilities and etc.but it’s a different ball game altogether once we’re all alone in our graveyard.as malay says,“sepandai-pandai tupai melompat akhirnya jatuh ke tanah juga”.

ive just learnt abt my heritage:my late granddad’s(paternal) a bugis.my grandma(maternal) had a chinese mum and an indian dad.my granddad’s(maternal) a pure malay from m’sia.

“i knew ive made a mistake in choosing chem&biomolecular engg as my prime choice  back then.huge wage blinded me,i didn’t pursue my interests.ive done myself no favor by putting myself in this current state which hurts a lot;after studying so hard and obtaining pleasant results for my psle and O’s,i certainly deserved better.so ive promised to redeem myself and prove my doubters wrong.i know my abilities and my hunger for knowledge’s insatiable.i won’t let mum down again.”

well if i have s$400,000 i would not buy any of our HDB flats,no sirree

i will want to get myself one of these: Loft cube 

or travel ard europe plus jakarta.but i only have s$70.75 haha

happy new year.

thinking brains vs teddy

dealing with the teddy controversy:

Imam Zaid Shakir

Shaykh Hamza Yusuf

ive just watched My Brilliant Brain and Inside Mecca on national geographic channel.i can hardly sleep,esp. after watching the latter. 

are your eyes opened?

Days back, i’d supper with my relatives in changi village,which reminded me of the unforgettable chalet with family and relatives.What i want to write about is this;the trip to changi.

while on the road in a secluded area,i saw groups of bangla/indian ppl(constr. workers) having their supper on the dirty and dark streets.the sight’s prevalent at night but still it startled and awoke me.they were certainly huge in numbers,big crowds.well,even though i was feeling down,i could still fathom it wasn’t deepavali.

but what struck me was the manner they live about their daily life.they were low-key and simple;plainly-dressed,etc and they were closely-knitted;ate their normal meal together even if it meant on streets.basically they carry abt their lives happily without a fuss.and to think that they’ve to do laborious jobs,away from their family to earn a living.from what i see,most foreigners living life the hard way possess impt values that are seldomly-found in locals these days.they may not be degree-holders or well-heeled,but they certainly comprehend the real meaning of life.

- ‘converse with people by their level of  apprehension’ -