Home Tutor

Home tutor. 

Penang Island and Alor Star.

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courtesy of Mark A. Hicks

Polis DiaRaja Malaysia

Reading and hearing about the way PDRM works after people lodging reports on crimes, make me think that, it is just another job that pay their bills. Since we don't have Batman, Superman, Spiderman, Wonder Woman etc, and since people have becoming tak kisah,  tak apa, all we can do is to take care of ourselves.

And having dealt with PDRM myself, sending us from one police station to another, sometimes, I think it is easier not to lodge any police report at all. Bazir kertas and most importantly, waste time!

It happened when SIL, big sis and I were on our way back from Penang to Alor Star, 10 minutes after the Gurun rest stop. Nov 29, 2008 (Saturday), about 10.30pm. With many users on the highway.

Tariq & Laila

"I'm never getting married," Tariq whispered.


"Me neither," said Laila, but not before a moment of nervous hesitation. She worried that her voice had betrayed her disappointment at what he had said. Her heart galloping, she added, more forcefully this time, "Never."


"Weddings are stupid." "All the fuss."


"All the money spent." "What for?"


"For clothes you'll never wear again."


"Ha!"


"If I ever do get married," Tariq said, "they'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head."


Contents from Khaled Hosseini "A Thousand Splendid Suns"
Photo from Vinigo's Blog

What is Rotary?

 I was inducted to RCAS D3300 on December 6, 2010 after attending few meetings as a guest since August 2010.

Latest project by the district. I CHOOSE TO REUSE

I will be at GIANT Souq Al-Bukhary.

What about you?

Biawak

When I was young, I went to catch biawak with my cousin bro, bro and sis.

We burnt the dead tree trunk, and forced the biawak to run out of it and cousin bro would use a slingshot and shoot it, then we would collect it and bring it back home for aunt to cook it, and we ate it.

Those were the days....

Few days ago, I saw a small biawak in front of my room and screamed for life!!!!!

Sis For Life

To my big sis,

4 Years

Gone was the month of love, Miss February. Now come the month of post-love. It's either the month that become sweeter or bitter.

P/S: This post is a junk. Well, it suits the slogan of the blog - Story Board: Shittie Stories That U Can Hear From Another Stall While U Are Shitting

P/P/S: Damn, I even made a video using this song. And then I don't believe in this crap anymore. Peace!