tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28449141613613442062024-12-19T11:11:22.121+08:00my work, my diary, my life... :)RuNNihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632431994289091012noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844914161361344206.post-25499030132317516452020-02-04T01:58:00.001+08:002020-02-04T01:58:48.811+08:00These few months have been interesting. I have a friend who often speaks about his family honor and reputation.<br /> <br /> What is honor:<br /> <br /> <ol> <li>high respect; great esteem:</li> <li>adherence to what is right or to a conventional standard of conduct</li> </ol> <div> What us reputation:</div> <div> <ol> <li>the beliefs or opinions that are generally held about someone or something:</li> </ol> <div> --</div> </div> <div> <br /></div> <div> How does one uphold a family honor and reputation? Is it by doing what is socially acceptable or by doing what is right?</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> Common conversation would lead back to people's regard of their family. My question is, if your reputation is defined by conventional standard why should they hold such high respect for that way of conduct? To just follow a conventional standard without re-evaluating its value and contribution to the quality of life. In fact, these conventional standards are often it is held tight <b>despite</b>&nbsp; having very little contribution to the society and quality of life.</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> This makes me wonder, how many of us hold ourselves on to conventional standards exist within us unconsciously. Conventional standards that we know nothing of its significance as to why we are holding on to them.&nbsp;</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> When was the last time you questioned your SOP?</div> RuNNihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632431994289091012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844914161361344206.post-11315303557681327302019-02-13T18:49:00.001+08:002019-02-13T18:49:59.230+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJULGN7OvuC5RGWeNNcXObJ3IAY6zSSfEFLFsGiR_XChB_-QEDt5PynSaRbxiX1MpEXiyp0_Bi2iFGZDFyEwQjirKiMRPFGptyPkoI3F64NkKU_A93UBBFTbYtg2FWxR4jJ_6JnOpGX6s/s1600/where-does-google-make-its-money-updated.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="796" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJULGN7OvuC5RGWeNNcXObJ3IAY6zSSfEFLFsGiR_XChB_-QEDt5PynSaRbxiX1MpEXiyp0_Bi2iFGZDFyEwQjirKiMRPFGptyPkoI3F64NkKU_A93UBBFTbYtg2FWxR4jJ_6JnOpGX6s/s320/where-does-google-make-its-money-updated.png" width="159" /></a></div> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> <br /></blockquote> <blockquote> </blockquote> RuNNihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632431994289091012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2844914161361344206.post-59822885034910698842009-07-27T16:05:00.001+08:002009-07-27T16:05:44.465+08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#336666;">She could see our Malaysian essence. Which we ourselve rarely do.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">She opened our eyes and hearts...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">She proved us wrong of our stereotype...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">She's a masterpiece as like her work...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">She's the trigger of quality films...</div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><br /><div align="center">and it all came, because..</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#336666;">She was not afraid to dream</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><em><strong>~Yasmin Ahmad~</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><em><strong>.dreamer that has touched us only in so many ways we don't know.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">Condolence to family, friends and to all who knew her..</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">rest in peace</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#66ff99;">Al-Fatihah</span></strong></div>RuNNihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17632431994289091012noreply@blogger.com1