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Okay bye bye blogger, I have really moved to tumblr.

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Pre Menstrual Syndrome

I need to stop cursing. I really need to watch what I say. 

btw, Pre Menstrual Syndrome! Hah! front page of the "grown up" BMJ !! Finally it's getting the recognition it deserve!

Listen to your doctor please

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG IN TAKING PARACETAMOL FOR FEVER!!!!!!

kadang-kadang rase penat je belajar medic when people don't actually believe what doctors say. Hello, he/she has spent some years of their lives learning about the physiology of the human body, drugs, management of illness, so not to say doctors are always right, but their advice is more reliable than google/wikipedia/doktor tak bertauliah ok.


Hish, seriously, if your kid has a fever, give 'em calpol. you're not going to kill it. IT IS NOT POISON. So please listen to your doctor, even if you think your 5 minutes of reading stuffs up on the internet equates to his/her 5 years of toiling in medical school.

Bored

So very bored. So very bored.

If only my childhood was filled with this kind of music than the crap I listened to... Silverchair was not crap back then.

This is toooooo sweet!


But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me

La la la... I don't want to lose the child in me ever!

Bobojob is sick

Bobojob is sick!!!

La Tahzan

The past is gone forever

By brooding over the past and its tragedies, one exhibits a form of insanity - a kind of sickness that destroys resolve to live for the present moment. Those who have a firm purpose have filed away and forgotten occurrences of the past, which will never again see light, since they occupy such a dark place in the recesses of the mind.

Episodes of the past are finished with; sadness cannot retrieve them, melancholy cannot make things right, and depression will never bring the past back to life. This is because the past is non-existent.

Do not live in the nightmares of former times or under the shade of what you have missed. Save yourself from the ghostly apparition of the past. Do you think that you can return the sun to its place of rising, the baby to its mother's womb, milk to the udder, or tears to the eye? By constantly dwelling on the past and its happenings, you place yourself in a very frightful and tragic state of mind.

Reading too much into the past is a waste of the present. When Allah mentioned the affairs of the previous nations, He, the Exalted, said:

 

That was a nation who has passed away.  (Qur'an 2. 134)

Former days are gone and done with, and you benefit nothing by carrying out an autopsy over them, by turning back the wheels of history.

The person who lives in the past is like someone who tries to saw sawdust. Of old, they used to say: "Do not remove the dead from their graves."

Our tragedy is that we are incapable of dealing with the present: neglecting our beautiful castles, we wail over dilapidated buildings. If every man and every jinn were to try jointly to bring back the past, they would most certainly fail. Everything on earth marches forward, preparing for a new season and so should you.

 This is a chapter from La Tahzan. Goodbye past, the present is here. I will serve You and only You oh Allah.

Steroid LATHER. ladder. Lather. Leather?

Ok so it seems that my hardship loves me too much and it won't go away, but I kinda like my hardship aka BFF now because:

a) It has made me so much stronger.
b) It made me realise how ungrateful I was to Him.
c) That life is more than just hedonistic pleasures on Saturday and Sunday. Life is actually lovely when you're more in touch with Him.

Candy clouds up on the trees...

 A host of golden daffodils...

The fairies they walked in these woods..

Pure Love..

I even get to live with pretty girls..

So yes. My life is goooooood......