Monday, December 31, 2012

Encik dan Puan Nyet

Aku sangat suka bila tiba masa makhluk Allah ne keluar 
dari hutan untuk cari makanan dekat mahallah ni. 
Sanggup ja bagi makanan aku sendiri kat makhluk Allah ne 
sedangkan aku tahu yang aku sendiri pun perlu berjimat untuk makan tiap hari.
I don't mind as long as that gonna make them happy :')

He was crawling on my window to grab my food ! 

They are so cute !!

Mak nyet pun sayangkan anak. Diheretnya ke merata tempat. 
Sanggup lindung anak daripada bapak nyet.

Draft #5 Deroyan

We went here

Of course our mission to ratah the deroyan.
Eh salah, bukan misi aku,misi si Sue Jiewon ne haa. Ngidam benda manis katanya.
So aku pun dibelanja sekali :) 

This is deroyan, its fat. 
Umm yummo!

Rugi orang tu dipelawa durian tapi menolak dek tak ada mood nak makan deroyan

 Sebelum balik sempat membeli sebelum blah kat OngTaiKim.
Sue Jiewon beli strawberi berjerawat dengan whipping cream.
Nak makan ala-ala deroyan crepe katanya.
Aku pulak beli buah megha (kedondong).
Makan dengan kuah rojak opkos, tak kuasa mak nak makan dengan krim.Uhuk

Jadi dapat la si strawberi ne tumpang sekaki mandi krim.
Umm yummo sekali lagi !

Its a memory,it deserves to be putted here.

P/S : ada ka pkataan english putted ?

Draft #4 Mimpi biar sampai ke laut

Sumber : CST Breed

Kak Maghia yang aku suka baca blog dia tu dah kawin. Sangat cantik dress dia. Seriously. Hanya kenakan shawl sebagai tudung. Simple but amazing. Dah la tutup dada.

Someday, In shaa Allah, nak jugak macam tu. Ringkas tapi lawa :') tak salah kan bermimpi sampai macam tu sekali . hu
P/s : Aku download gambar Kak Maghia tu untuk buat rujukan bila tiba time aku kawin :p

Draft #3 Pancaindera #2

Nokia X6
Mahallah Asiah 

"Yenkiu binatang sebab sudi posing !"

Draft #2 Pancaindera


Draft #1 Appreciation

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up 

Muhammad (PBUH) said: “The believers who show the most perfect faith are those who have the best disposition and the best of you are those who are best to their wives.” 
“Men are the supporters of women, because Allah has stowed on the one more than the other, and for what they have to provide (for them) from their sources. So the righteous women are obedient and protect in the absence of their husbands that which God ordains to be protected.”(Qur’an 4:34)

sumber - Apricot Pie

Aku pernah 'post' di facebook ayat² yang ada sangkut paut dengan kenyataan dimana aku sendiri tidak punya jawapan kenapa aku selalu sakiti hati orang yang paling aku sayang. Hampir setiap hari aku terbaca ayat "hargailah insan tersayang sementara mereka masih di depan mata" tetapi entah kenapa ayat tu belum dapat buat aku 'sentap'. Mungkin kerana perkara yang 'tak diingini' masih belum terjadi pada aku. Orang yang aku paling sayang masih ada di depan mata jadi aku belum berasa menyesal apabila aku sakiti mereka. Itu ego namanya, Asnida! Aku sudah harungi perit getir bila diri sudah tidak diperlukan oleh orang tersayang. Cukuplah sekali saja aku melaluinya. Sekarang aku cuba banyakkan muhasabah diri dan cuba untuk menghargai orang tersayang yang masih ada depan mata. Hakikatnya aku bukanlah seorang perempuan yang pandai menunjukkan rasa sayang secara sentuhan dan juga kata². Jarang sekali aku memeluk mak, tapi itu tidak bermaksud aku tidak sayangkan dia. Aku juga bukanlah seorang yang romantik, malah tak pandai juga memujuk bakal suami yang layan rajuk. :p

Makanya makin aku meningkat dewasa, makin aku cuba dan belajar untuk memperbaiki diri luar dan dalam. Hubungan dengan Allah, hubungan dengan manusia dan juga makhlukNya yang lain. Tapi kalau ada yang membenci diri ini, apa yang mampu aku buat :')

Sama ada aku sedar atau tidak,banyak yang perlu diperbaiki sebenarnya.

P/S macam tak berkaitan langsung ja isi hati dengan cerpen kat atas .Ihik

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Doa jauhkan dari kemalasan

"Ya Allah ya Tuhanku,
sesungguhnya aku berlindung kepadaMu daripada keluh kesah dan duka-cita,
aku berlindung kepadaMu dari sifat lemah dan malas,
aku berlindung kepadaMu daripada sifat pengecut dan kebakhilan,
aku berlindung kepadaMu daripada bebanan hutang dan kezaliman manusia."

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

12 Sept 2012

Berjaya akhirnya kau balas dendam padaku.
Dua kali ganda.
Sekarang aku dihantui kau.
Aku tidur setiap malam bermimpikan kau.
Aku belajar di dalam kelas fikiran aku melayang pada kau.
Aku sendirian pun diri kau juga yang aku fikirkan.
Gembira bukan ada juga manusia yang sudi memikirkan diri kau setiap saat?

Thursday, September 6, 2012

6 September 2012

Aku gembira bersama kau.
Tapi aku tidak pasti sama ada kau juga begitu.
Hatiku kuat mengatakan kau tidak bahagia.
Itu membuatkan aku menangis sendiri di dalam hati.
Aku tahu aku sudah sakiti hatimu.
Mana mungkin kau mampu lagi bergembira dengan aku,bukan?
Apa yang patut aku lakukan,
agar aku dapat melihat semula senyuman ikhlas di wajahmu.
Berikanlah aku jawapan.
Aku merayu.
Demi kebahagiaanmu aku sanggup buat apa saja yang aku mampu.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


Firman Allah maksudnya: "Boleh jadi kamu benci kepada

 sesuatu padahal ia baik bagi kamu dan boleh jadi kamu 

suka kepada sesuatu padahal ia buruk bagi kamu. Dan 

(ingatlah), Allah jua Yang Maha Mengetahui (semua itu), 

sedang kamu tidak mengetahuinya. (al-Baqarah:216)

Tatapan buat diri sendiri

Ikhlaslah menjadi diri sendiri agar hidup penuh dengan ketenangan dan keamanan Hidup tanpa pegangan ibarat buih-buih sabun. Bila-bila masa ia akan pecah. Kegagalan dalam kemuliaan lebih baik daripada kejayaan dalam kehinaan.

Memberi sedikit dengan ikhlas pula lebih mulia dari memberi dengan banyak tapi diiringi dengan riak. Tidak ada insan suci yang tidak mempunyai masa lampau dan tidak ada insan yang berdosa yang tidak mempunyai masa depan. Kata-kata yang lembut dapat melembutkan hati yang lebih keras dari batu. Tetapi kata-kata yang kasar dapat mengasarkan hati yang lunak seperti sutera. Lidah yang panjangnya tiga inci boleh membunuh manusia yang tingginya enam kaki.

Agama tidak pernah mengecewakan manusia. Tetapi manusia yang selalu mengecewakan agama. Nafsu mengatakan perempuan itu cantik atas dasar rupanya. Akal mengatakan perempuan itu cantik atas dasar ilmu dan kepintarannya. Dan hati mengatakan perempuan itu cantik atas dasar akhlaknya.

Keikhlasan itu umpama seekor semut hitam di atas batu yang hitam di malam yang amat kelam. Ianya wujud tapi amat sukar dilihat. Hidup memerlukan pengorbananan. Pengorbanan memerlukan perjuangan. Perjuangan memerlukan ketabahan. Ketabahan memerlukan keyakinan. Keyakinan pula menentukan kejayaan. Kejayaan pula akan menentukan kebahagiaan.

sumber : mutiarakata

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

4 September 2012


Apa khabarmu di sana?
Walaupun tiap hari aku menghubungimu,
namun aku jarang bertanyakan khabarmu.
Itu kerana kau yang mahukan begitu.
Aku tidak mahu kau berasa menyampah lagi.
Kan ku turut segala permintaanmu,
walaupun pergi jauh dari hidupmu.
Kalau itu boleh buat kau tersenyum riang :)

Aku berdoa pada Allah agar kau jadi seperti dahulu semula ; tidak merokok.

Monday, September 3, 2012

3 Sept 2012

Aku yang pinta begitu.
Jadikan 'itu' sebagai hadiah hari ulangtahun kelahiranku yang ke-20.
Maka dengan rela hati terpaksa juga aku melawan rasa cemburu tatkala dia bergembira dengan teman-teman perempuannya.
Mungkin di 'public' aku tidak akan nampak apa-apa, di 'private message' siapa yang tahu :')
Tanggunglah engkau derita itu.
Sedangkan kau tahu itu akan menyakitkan hatimu tapi kau minta juga dia lakukan itu.
Ya Allah.. sabarlah wahai hati.