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it NEVER comes..


haha..for the first time i post about LOVE in this blog..well..i will reassure you that i wouldn’t disclose my private life and make this blog like a private diary.hehe..just want to share something worth to share.we should be oblivious about the LOVE which is NEVER been fated to US for the FIRST PLACE.

Too often our ego won’t let it go so easily and blithely, THOUGH~

A Lesson In Psychology……



When someone laughs too much,
Even on stupid things,
Be sure that person is Sad deep inside…

When someone sleeps a lot,
Be sure that person is Lonely…

When someone does not talk much,
‘n If he talks, he Talks Fast,
Be sure the Person Keeps Secrets…

When someone Can not Cry,
Be Sure that Person is Weak…

When someone Eats in an Abnormal Way,
Be sure that Person is Always in Tension…

‘n Finally..
When someone Asks about you,
Although that person May Be busy,
Be sure that someone Loves You.. !

Before You Kill Yourself


You’ve decided to do it. Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out. Fine — but before you kill yourself, there are things you should know. I am a psychiatric nurse, and I see the results of suicide — when it works and, more often, when it doesn’t. Consider, before you act, these facts: Suicide is usually not successful. You think you know ways to guarantee it?

Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone. What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leaped from a building. Now he’s brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. Worst of all, he knows he used to be normal. What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It’s a hard way to go. What about a gun? Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his “foolproof” suicide. You might too.

Who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning crews may refuse that job — but someone has to do it. Who will have to cut you down from where you hanged yourself or identify your bloated body after you’ve drowned? Your mother? Your wife? Your son? The carefully worded “loving” suicide note is no help. Those who loved you will never completely recover. They’ll feel regret and an unending pain. Suicide is contagious. Look around at your family. Look closely at that 4-year-old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight and he may do it 10 years from now.

You do have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or the hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there’s hope. Maybe you’ll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you’re seeking could be just a minute, a day or a month away. You say you still don’t want to be stopped? Still want to do it? Then I may see you in a psychiatric ward later. And we’ll work with whatever you have left.

Written by: Renee T. Lucero; Reader’s Digest June 1985

I always find children annoyingly cute, rather than adults who are annoyingly annoying!!


Super ultra busy day!!! November must be the most tiring month this year. I have to be rushing here and there, spending much sums of money, acquiring syndromes of insomnia and studying the new block of family medicine (which I think, is very unnecessary). Nevertheless, all these fatigues were contributed by my thesis work out and must be submitted on 7th December.

On the contrary of most people who were referring thesis is a complete nonsense imposed by UNPAD ; I was the one who felt enjoying doing my thesis. I got to know new people, new friends and new prepositions. It was exhausting, money wasting and at times annoying, but somehow, it was worthwhile.

I enjoy doing anything I like, without coercion from anyone. Because when I did things according to my willingness, I will do more sincerely and less moans over whatever. To be honest, I learnt a lot from my thesis. I already knew about mental and psychological developments of teenagers, I fathom about the effects of psychosocial impairment and all the sciences behind the personality transgression from childhood to adulthood made me more forgiving to their fidgety. I found them cute even they were shouting “kaka!!” at me, I found them adorable when they were focusing on answering my questionnaires, I loved the moment when they were murmuring some lines from upin-ipin and they often cracked me up when they’re asking me, “tolong kirim salam ke upin ipin di malaysia ya kaka” or in English “please send our warmest regards to upin-ipin back in Malaysia.”

I adore children because I am delighting with their way of expressing their sincerity. They are cute and innocence as well. As my thesis about teenage developments, I could easily fathom why some children are behaving in some particular way.

Childhood and adolescence are the most critical part of our life. We begin adapting the world and trying to reach out certain standards in live. Although all of us have already gone through the adolescent period, few of us are reluctant to give a space to ourselves to learn our own subconscious. I believe that our very own subconscious, the things we usually do in adulthood but outlandish for many people surround you such as you are talking like a numbskull, you are backstabbing your friends, you want to show the world that you are the only coolest guy ever or perhaps could be a good thing that such as giving out apples on Friday and smile heartily against disparagements, all of those subconscious behaviors are fostered from our childhood and thus, shaping our very own personality.

Too often we put a blindfold and play a blame game when we heard about our social illnesses became more contagion, chronic and rampant. I still remembered the expostulation of outside marriage pregnancy in Malaysia back in 1990’s. The reactions from the society were very harsh and sometimes the girls were branded as whores, bitch and monkey. The TV’s dramas made it even worst by portraying the act as unacceptable and unforgiving. Entering the new millennium, I was shocked with the rampant cases of baby dumping. And we, as an ignorant society kept on blaming and the reactions were apparently turned out to be mentally abusive. Lately, I was devastated to know that 15 years old girl was flinging her illegitimate newborn baby from 5th floor of apartment. Quite appalling, wasn’t it? I was still terribly aghast when the reactions hadn’t changed even in tiny microscopic pieces rather it became utterly horrifying then before.

We lived in seriously flawed society when we never begin to stop blaming and being selfish. We never wanted to learn why it happened and how can it lead to certain impairments. We all had once live in that realm, the realm of finding self-identity and self-recognition, the ambit of when we begin to define ourselves as a person that matter and the transition period of which we were seeking what made us worthy.

The fiasco will never end because we have subconsciously forgotten the moments we went through as we are so hectic in adulthood. We’ve omitted certain teenagers could not be well-adapted to their adolescence and therefore may cause some psychosocial illnesses.

The part that I despise the most in adulthood is selfishness. We always take somebody else problems like “this is not my business”. When you made mistakes, it will shatter your ego to say sorry and even if you do, some will never learn from their mistakes. Thus, I think, I could easily be more forgiving to children rather than grown-up men ( with terms and conditions of course!!)

would you(strangers) give me an umbrella during a heavy rain?


Undeniably, everybody has problems regardless how minor the headache is. But somehow, do you ever wish while there are turbulence of problems wandering within, the world will stop for awhile, look at you and ask , “Are you ok?”

Yeah…that kind of situation would just possibly happen in the silver screen. The fact that our society has now been seriously flawed by stuffs and money until you must possess those materials to be recognized.  I feel schadenfeude when some people represent themselves with money, luxury goods and branded items. It is funny when you have to struggle your life for things not for somebody else that matter to you

Oh wait..that lady above had proved me wrong. There is still hope for me to see the world more positively in lieu of thinking that the world has over because of kindness is already a luxury to be afforded nowadays.

Lazy, lazy, lazy


Today I don’t feel like doing anything.woo woo woot~ huh..i think it just not only today I feel very lazy. As lazy as sloth!! The upcoming exam is very near around the corner but yet I still playfully happy. Hurm..I need to ponder why my motivation seems like weaning lately….




Hope is the thing with feathers

 That perches in the soul,

 And sings the tune–without the words,

 And never stops at all,

 And sweetest in the gale is heard;

 And sore must be the storm

 That could abash the little bird

 That kept so many warm.

 I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

 And on the strangest sea;

 Yet, never, in extremity,

 It asked a crumb of me.

  ~emily dickinson~