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Pity August 30, 2012

Filed under: A mi alrededor — juzburself @ 9:52 am

Again the same issues has been raised up…
The issues that we’ve discussed many times..
But never stick to the big-headed head
What do you want actually?
I think you need a psychiatrist!

What a pity,
You held a big post, but people hardly notice.
What a pity,
You have a lot of friends, but they just pretend to like you.
What a pity,
You think you are workaholic, but you just a failure in time management.
What a pity,
You think you have a lot of people admire you, but they are just using you.
What a pity,
You are trying so hard to impress people, but nobody praise you.
What a pity,
You think you have a lot of supporters, but in the end of the day nobody remember you.


Move August 29, 2012

Filed under: A mi alrededor — juzburself @ 4:20 am
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Should i move or should i stay?

Both does not make any sense to me..

If i move,

The good thing is i will be exposing to the new experience

The bad thing is i will be exposing to the crowd of sycophants

If i stay,

The bad thing is i’ ll be stuck in my comfort zone forever

The good thing is i can do my work peacefully and deliver my work better

Where should i go?

Or shall i just start my service with another company?


Life Lesson #3

Filed under: Just Be Yourself — juzburself @ 3:31 am
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Whenever I went in my life, I met people wanting to gobble up something new. Gobble up a new car. Gobble up a new piece of property. Gobble up the latest toy. And then they wanted to tell you about it. ” Guess what i got?…Guess what i got?…

You know how i always interpreted that? These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things and expecting a sort of hug back. But it never works. You can’t substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship.

“Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitutes for tenderness. I can tell you, as i’m sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you’re looking for, no matter how much of them you have”said Morrie.


Mad August 27, 2012

Filed under: A mi alrededor — juzburself @ 7:15 am
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Today i’ve start my daily routine:-

6.30 am : Wake up, Pray, Feed Whiskas, Bathe

7.15 am : Off to work

7.25 am : Reach office

8.10 am – 1.00 pm : Work + Annoying colleagues = Headache

1.00 pm- 2.00 pm : Lunch with dearest husband = Heaven

2.00 pm- 5.10 pm : Work + Arrogant People = Boring

5.10 pm : Yipppeeeeee.. Home Sweet Home

Day by day…m feeling lost…do not know what should i do..shall i stay where i am now, or should i move on with other field. People seems to make fuss over something small. I just don’t understand if the tasks has been assign to A, why B have to be busybody to lead the the tasks? For me that is not multitasking, that is STUPID!

While m in depression mode, i saw an email from my aunt. and i would like to share it here. Really make my day=) Thank you dear aunt!

When you are mad with someone…. here is a good curse…



I Miss Her

Filed under: A mi alrededor — juzburself @ 3:55 am
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ImageHer Baby Breath..


Her Look..


Her Warmth and Soft Skin…


Better August 22, 2012

Filed under: Just Be Yourself — juzburself @ 3:25 pm
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I’m still on leave but i don’t really enjoy my holiday. My mind is disturb with my upcoming week where m gonna start my busy schedule. It’s not that i do not enjoy the busy schedule…but i believe no matter how busy we are, we still have to spare some of our precious time with our family. That was what i rarely see in my new work environment.

I was so depressed until i spilled out my emotion to my relatives. I’m glad that i did this. I had a great chit-chat on what shall i strike the most…my uncle told me that i had the ability of inter-cultural relationship. He told me that i have to focus on my strength and grab other opportunity when it knocks on my door, of course i do have to discuss with my beloved husband.

When i told him that my anger management went haywire, he told me that he understood my feeling. He told me there was a great tennis player who used to hate one of his opponent.He let the hatred control him and that was what make him lost the match with this particular opponent…the coach then asked him to express his anger/hatred to the ball and he won the game!

My uncle told me to use the same method. He even told meĀ  that i could be a consultant! And whoever envy my abilities are those who carry inferiority complex- An inferiority complex, often used to mean low self-esteem, is a feeling of intense insecurity, inferiority or of not measuring up. An inferiority complex can be seen in the negative or “useless” reactions to problems in life. These reactions are useless because they do not solve the problem at hand, but only serve to guard one’s self-esteem by avoiding the task or by placing the blame for the failure outside of the individual’s control. Although the inferiority complex may be seen as comparing individuals or groups as one being superior to another, it more closely describes how one deals with a fear of failure.(Credit to Wiki)

M so relieve to hear that…InsyaAllah i will try to collect my strength. Tq so much for the advice Ami!

And Alhamdullilah, i saw a big improvement on my beloved sis…Keep being strong sis..You looked a lot better then the last time we met…
My prayers will always be with you. M counting the days you could hug me tightly and lift me up easily…InsyaAllah..

Love you sis…


Life Lesson #2

Filed under: Just Be Yourself — juzburself @ 2:39 pm
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Sure, people will come visit, friends, associates, but it’s not the same as having someone who will not leave you. It’s not the same as having someone whom you know has an eye on you, is watching you the whole time.This is part of what a family is about,not just love, but letting others know there’s someone who is watching out for them.

Without a family love, we are birds with broken wings.