Inilah tanda2 org rindu family die

Sesetengah org susah nak luahkan perasaan sayang tu secara lisan.Saya pon macam tu jugak.Saya sebenarnya sayanggg amat ayah ngn mak saya.Tapi,jarang sekali nk ckp,"ayah,kakyong rindu ayah".takpun.."mak,kakyong sayang mak".Tapi,jauhh di sudut hati,saya sayang dan rindukan mereka.Harap2,mak dan ayah faham bile tibe2 saya akan call ke umah tiap2 malam berturut.Lain dari kebiasaanya 3 hari sekali baru call.

Kadang2 sampai mak ckp,"mak nk citer ape lg ye.mak da xde cite da ni" bile saya kerap sgt call.haha..

Jadi,itulah gunenye tulisan.Bagi org2 yang x dapat nk luahkan perasaan mnggunakan lisan itu.
Bulan ini wedding anniversary mak ngn ayah.
Rase2 macam nk buat sesuatu lah sempene annversary mak ngn ayah tu.
hihiiihiii~~~

td godek2 lappy,jmpe video nih.video adikku yg bongsu,si alia dipaksa oleh saya wat rehearseal untuk persembahan tadika die.Sekarang da beso pon die.da nk darjah 2 da..
ooo..mak,nak adik kecik lg mak.keh3..

Hello loser

You run away?
Then you're a loser.
A loser who wants the best but do the worst
A loser who breaks the promises
A loser who don't wants to face the failures
A loser who denying the past
A loser who runs away when they found their loserness

Hello loser,
Get lost!

Hakikat manusia

Dah nama pun manusia.
Tak sesempurna mana.Memang takkan sempurna pun.
Kadang-kadang kita lalai.lalai terhadap diri sendiri,org sekeliling,hatta pencipta kita sndiri.

Dah nama pun manusia.
Sudah ditentukan ajalnya.
Dan semalam,peninggalannya menginsafkan daku.
Yang sering terlalai itu.

Al-Fatihah untuk opah.

A Romantic Story to Share

My husband is an engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.

"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?

And finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.

Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"

He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow...."

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs.

So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...and as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

p/s:found while googling some stuffs.

Untuk kesayangan

Kepada ayahku,
kepada pakcik2ku,
kepada adik lelakiku,
kepada abangku,
kepada kawan-kawanku,


kurangkanlah merokok.atau dgn kata lebih tepat lagi,berhentilah merokok.(terutamanya list 4 teratas:P)
Banyak buruk dari baiknya..