Saturday, June 8, 2013


Nervousness lingering me these few days. What to be prepared for the government interview, zero idea. After I read the email that I had been chosen for Pegawai Imigresen KP17, I shocked and speechless. Happy pun ada jugak. Well siapa yang tak happy kan from millions Malaysian yang apply and thousands yang terpilih, I am one of them.

I've been reminded to bring a sportswear and only yang LULUS physical test and pancaindera can attend the interview. I don't know how the physical test is. Ada yang kata they check on BMI lah apa lah. Sigh. My nervousness increasing like shit. I still got two weeks to prepare and memorize all the information about our country, Malaysia and Jabatan Imigresen, VISA and Pasport also about pendatang tanpa izin (PATI). Objective.vission and mission. Akta Imigresen 1963 and whatever. Urghhh facts facts and facts.

Well that is it. I don't put hope too high but still I wanna do my best and of course I am glad that I was called. At least I have experience on it. Pray for me and wish me lots of luck guys.



Some stalkers they stalk because of admiration while some stalkers they stalk because of hatred and vengeance. I am not so comfortable to write lately because some of them choose to read my blog as a stalker instead of a reader. Stalker, they read  and use the information we shared as the source of vengeance. In Bahasa digunakan untuk memburukkan mengaibkan and menjatuhkan reputasi. While reader, they use our shared information as a source of knowledge and experiences.

Well for the entry today I'm not interested to write about the first type of stalker. Lets write about the second one. This kind of stalker they read my blog and they twist it into something that can strike me down. They took the input and story to other people in other way. Let say they're a very narrow minded kind of person. Immature. Yeah all blogger I bet all of them have the same talent and passion in writing just like me. What you are writing and the ideas, all of it you wanna share in a positive way but this pathetic narrow minded person just ruin your passion in a blink of eye.

Here I make confession. As this happened to me, I have no mood to write for almost one year.  Yes I feel sad. Writing and blogging is the only way for me to interact with the entire world. I am so passionate to write about every and each experience in life that I face. But this kind of pathetic stalker ruins everything. As the time passed by, I get some kind of motivation within myself, I can't quit writing just because someone wants to bring me down. The harder they push me the stronger I get up.

Thanks to the stalker for stalking me. Nothing can stop you from stalking, yes I am clearly know. But you also have to know that no one no single creature in this world can stop me from writing. This is my space and I can write about anything and anyone I want to write about. Addition, stop being such an immature person. Grow up. Kbye.


Friday, June 7, 2013


Chances. That’s what you give when you truly love someone. You just don’t care to count. You just keep giving them those chances. You don’t even care what people gonna say about you or anything. You don’t know it’s worth it or not. But at least you know you are trying your very best for that one relationship.

It’s not because you’re not valuable enough. It’s not because there are tons of guys can treat you right out there. It’s not because you’re stupid. It isn’t about the person who gives you that love but the relationship itself, the bond between both of you. The foundation that both of you build together along that relationship. Don’t have to be so long. Foundation of a relationship is much important compared to the period of that relationship itself. 

You never regret all the hard times and down times that you face. What you know is you just have to fight for that relationship.You don’t know, somehow that relationship gives you the strength to hold on. Indescribable yet you still wanna share. You got no idea why you fight hard for this one relationship but you believe for some reasons. You can't feel unless you experience it. Experience the same thing then you can describe it.  

Even you know someday in future they will judge you. Judge you as the bad character but only God knows what happens between you and him. I never asked. Everything’s already written. It’s a fate.