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Wedding Khairul Azril & Fariza

Hisabisa ni g wedding JAD4... *agak lost sape yg last kawen ehh??*

nway seawal pg tu saye bangun tuk pergi bekerja.. kol 9 smp kol 1230 tu okehh la kan.. then balik rumah siap2 pi wedding azril.. manage to arrive at azril's house around 130 *campur sesat2 satt.. aiyoo0o0o adeq, i da lame xpi rumah u smp da lupe jalan nak ke rumah u..hehe* seb baek jupe.. tu po0onnnn sebab ikut jln laei satu..

smp2 trus pi tangkap gamba pengantin yg nak makan beradap *malas setting kamera so0 amek sesuka ati jerr.. haha..* then call cik majoko.. menuju la saye ke arah mereka.. sudah lame xketemu JAD4 especially encek maze.. *mmg la da lame xjupe sbb budak ini keje kat jepo0on*..

+❤ Khairul Azril & Fariza ❤+

makan2, then borak2.. encek izzal da distribute kad kawen.. *awai nyee pakcik oi :p* nnt mesti ingat2 lupe bile wedding mamat nie =P da la name sbnr saye po0n xigt.. ape punye x-daimate & x-jiran daaa.. insyaAllah setakat bentong *my tpt kelahiran tu* anytime leh pi.. klu umur panjang yeee.. hehehe.. wedding nie sempat la jugak berjupe ngan kohai tokai.. tp xramai po0n.. ant org2 nye mereka ber2 nie la..

+ Matle & Shairam.. my x-tokai +

wah wah.. maintan ehh korg balik mesia (^_^)v *pssst matle, every week saye mmg lalu kawasan tpt tggl kamu =P huhu.*. pas gosip2 ngan mereka, kami po0n pi la bergamba ngan pengantin.. what else can i say, they both looked so0o0 handsome *ehem2..encek pakwe jgn marah okeh.. awk ttp dihati saye =P hihi* & beautiful..

+ gempak seyh cake nie... +

xbanyak gamba yg bleh dicapture.. ye lah kann, getaran cinta di jiwa la katekan.. hahaha~! seriyesly merapu.. kne berkejar balik seremban sbnrnye... soo0o sorry kak yin.. plan nak jupe xjadi plak sbb saye kne rush balik seremban..sian cik hosmate saye.. tabah mengikut =P seb baek die ade jupe kawan die.. tadek la mati akal po0n..tteiuka, cik hosmate saye nieee slamber je.. da bape wedding da saye bawak die pi =P hehe..

+ JAD in my ❤..nexttttt?? +

Sekian, nak dekat 1 bln nye event.. xmasuk laei event2 laen.. oh arini saye cuti.. kemas umah.. wahhhh, bangge ngan diri sendri sbb satu ari duk umah.. mane penah cuti saye duk umah kan.. on the bright side, bilik kemas n position barang2 lam bilik po0n berubah..hihi.. erkkk.. esok keje..oh tidakkk...

*psstt.. osoi kedo, otanjyoubi omedetou.. u know who u r =P semoga panjang umur n murah rezeki slalu yeeee.. semoga slalu2 tua (^_^)v*

+ hiasan semata2 :P +

Saya kenal sayang saya (Part II)

150 Juta

Untuk kali ke seratus lima puluh juta
Mereka tanyakan engkau soalan yang sama
'Hei kenapa kau masih lagi mahukan dia
Apa kau buta? Apa kau pura2 suka?'

Di seratus lima puluh juta kali itu,
Di depan semua, engkau tarik tangan aku
Yang sedang buat muka kosong tak ambil tahu
Sambil ketawa, engkau bilang satu persatu
'Dia mungkin bengis seperti singa,
Tapi dia nangis tonton cerita korea..
Dia mungkin keras bila bersuara,
Tapi dia jelas jujur apa adanya..
Aku lagi kenal dia...'

Dan lebih seratus lima puluh juta kali
Aku pesan padamu apa yang bakal jadi
Engkau dan aku ada mungkin tidak serasi
Kau sangat manis, aku ini pula dawai besi

Di setiap kali seratus lima puluh juta nya
Aku pun dalam hati semacam tak percaya
Apa yang kau lihat padaku, jujurkan sahaja..
Terus kau cubit dagu aku sambil berkata,
'Sayang mungkin baran xkira masa,
Tapi sayang tahan kalau salahnya saya.
Sayang mungkin sahaja keras kepala,
tapi sayang manja bila kita berdua..
Saya kenal sayang saya..'

Buat apa di cerita bahagia kita rasa,
Biar tak dipercaya, peduli org kata..
Baju ronyok tak apa,
Asal pakai selesa..
Berkilau tak bermakna,
Kalau hati tak ada..

'Aku lagi bengis dari sang naga,
tapi bisa nangis semata demi senja..
Suara ku keras x berbahasa,
Kerana aku rimas gedik mengada2..
Aku mudah baran tak semena,
Mana boleh tahan dengan angin cemburu buta..
Aku sahaja tunjuk keras kepala,
Aku punya manja, kau sahaja boleh rasa...

Rahsia kita berdua..

*thanks ciksheilazrien coz perkenalkan video clip ini.. tapi saya lagi suka layan budak perempuan yang main gitar tu nyanyi.. hebat seyh!~~ oh bulan puasa nie penuh ngan makan2.. sian perut ini disumbat tetiap ari ngan makanan yg banyak.. the best thing is, boleh balik 530 walaupo0n ade keje.. Kalau cepat wat pon, mcm to*shi*a ni nak kasi bonus 6 bln..haha..mmg tak laaaa.. oh ya jua, saye da tukar bos.. yea!! die ade laa kaco gak kadang2 tp da tade kaitan ngan sayeeee.. hepi seyhhhhh tp sedeyh gak aa ber'pisah' ngan geng2 machine yg gila2 (+_+).... n skang nie da nak msk bln 9 kan, dan sy masih di t*shi*a<-- ofcos la cik oi, awak tu mintak keje laen po0n tak..hihi..tgk laa lepas sebln lebey nie.. nk kne pay attention pd mende laen lu..huhu~*

*1 month 3 weeks to go*

Saya kenal sayang saya....

Pada satu petang yang hening,

'Mereka hairan kenapa kita masih bersama. Kata mereka, saya layak tuk dapat yang jauh lebih baik dari awak.. Dan setiap kali itu jua, saya hanya tersenyum...Mungkin awk tak secantik perempuan lain.. Kadang2 awak kasar.. kadang2 angin baran awk datang xkira masa..adakalanya pening kepala melayan karenah awak yg keras kepala.. Tapi apa pun, sekasar mana pon awak, bila tonton cerita korea, awak menangis juga.. Biarpun awak x secantik mana, awak xpernah pertikaikan rupa saya.. Kata awak saya lah lelaki yang paling hensem di dunia.. Biarpun adakala awak degil xdengar kata, tapi sayang nya awak ke saya, saya seorg boleh rasa.. Memang kadang2 baran awk xmenentu, tapi manja awak tetap ada.. Buat apa dicerita bahagia yang kita rasa.. biar apa kata mereka, peduli org kata.. Saya lagi kenal sayang saya...'

*cair kejap =P mmg syg saye ni sungguh penyabar.. penin pale yee layan saye ~ but thank u dear for everything.. u may not be the perfect person but you are the one that i would like to spend my lifetime with...i heart u dear.. *

Kembalinya Ramadhan

+ Gamba hiasan semata2 +

Selamat berpuasa ya kawan2 sekalian xkira di mana sahaja..

Di jepun atau di M'sia..

Jangan ponteng puasa yeee..
*kecuali yg dibenarkan =D*

Semoga Ramadhan kali ini lebih baik dari Ramadhan2 yang lepas...
Semoga Allah memberi pengampunan kepada dosa2 lepas..
Semoga ditemukan malam lailatul-qadar..
Aminnnnn...

Ya Allah, dengan rahmat-Mu, ampunkan dosa kami, terimalah taubat kami..
Suburkan lah cinta kami kepadamu....
Sesungguhnya kamilah hamba yg mengharap belas dari-Mu..

*Lapangkan lah hamba-Mu ini Ya Allah tuk beribadat demi mendapatkan keampunan & keredhaan-Mu......*

A story worth sharing~

A story worth sharing

4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child. There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.

With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket! Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:

"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."

At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up. However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....

Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too! Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ' I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.

His answer, amidst his sobbing, was "The letters were for Mummy. " My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..." After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say.... I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they turn to ash.

And one of the letters broke my heart....

"Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear? "

After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....

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For the females with children:
Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.

For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients.
Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.

For those singles out there:
Beauty lies in loving yourself first.
With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.


Learn from the past, live in the present and work for the future.



*Saya suke cite nie.. xkisah berapa kali bace, sure touching gile.. time2 opis bace, mmg kne nyuruk2 la sbb da emo sket..hihi =D*

Terrrrrngiang2

'Saya nak awak tahu, awak adalah kawan saya yg saya x akan lupa...(selagi sy waras)'

bluekkk... tipu seyh.. haha~ da xwaras ea?? :p jangan mareeeee... bkn awak bace po0n blog ni..hihi..

n oh yee,

Encek pakwe, sile bersabar ngan kerenah pelik2 awek awak nie.. kadang2 die lurus, kadang die senget, kadang2 die pusing2, kadang2 die po0n tatau ape masalah die..haha~ saba yeee encekk pakwe (^_^)v

*minah nie tahap kritikal.. sifat suka merapu die maken menjadik2..haha~ redha je la ek.. nway sumtin terrrpakse dicepatkan.. and saye amatlah kekurangan masa..cepat2 buat ape yg perluuuuuu!! :D*