This is my Malaysia. I would do anything to protect this freedom.
But I’m frustrated by the indecent acts of my own kind towards other people. That’s one way to make sense & a realization from one of many mom’s best advices: don’t watch too much of television.
Maybe someday, everything will make sense to them. Just maybe, there’s hope for them.
Salam Malaysia.
The common funny question I get these days. I somehow thought that it’s real obvious what I do for a living. I mean, it’s real obvious if you read my CV at LinkedIn (http://www.linkedin.com/in/nazroll). But seems like what I do for a living is still like a “mystery” to some people. I think for once, I need to clear that up. Continue reading
It feels nothing. Finally coming into the age of 30, I actually feel nothing. Nothing really excites me this year. Truly.
On a career level, I still think I’ve a long way to go to get there. Though the going has been tough, but the results have been truly encouraging. All these new experiences, new mistakes, new found colleagues; so far it’s been hell & heaven. It’s always hell. Heaven later, if it works out.
On a personal level, status quo remain unchanged. Pretty much no improvement from years & years of dry spell. Karma’s a bitch, and she’s slapping me with both of her hands. The cheeks doesn’t look normal anymore. When are you going to stop? I guess it pays to be not nice. Continue reading
All that is left is an empty vessel filled with pain. Fire it up, and let it burn.
All that I can think of right now is to just live as much as I can. Right to the very end. This is a reminder for you Nazrul, to remind you that every inch of the road that you made your footprints with will be forgotten & taken away sooner or later. Losing is part of living. Not everyone means it when they say “thank you” to you. And work on people & things that matters to you the most. Remember that Buyot…
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