tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535322848771329622024-02-07T02:40:32.557-08:00--[PezzoProperties]--Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-29352852967984852202010-01-24T08:43:00.000-08:002010-01-24T08:56:58.897-08:00Page dah berhantu??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLbo0aA0_pq-sNWU8o3Cr5oWfRVquKw8zmvbzhfCNT3Q8A53DtW05-3pnV_qxc9aiy88pIdrewvIrjEThf4SZ96y5YtSgzO3yrS9jW0V-J7Lro5AYae382uzCsncR1ndMJhaFNmbmkyn2/s1600-h/full%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTLbo0aA0_pq-sNWU8o3Cr5oWfRVquKw8zmvbzhfCNT3Q8A53DtW05-3pnV_qxc9aiy88pIdrewvIrjEThf4SZ96y5YtSgzO3yrS9jW0V-J7Lro5AYae382uzCsncR1ndMJhaFNmbmkyn2/s320/full%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430351262847681026" /></a><br />"yg menghuni page aku skrg"<br /><br />hurmm..lama sbnrnye diri sendiri nk menjengah ke laman blog sendiri ni. Terikat dgn tugasan hakiki yakni bekerja, melayan karenah staf, tu x termasuk anak-anak buah lagi...<br />sampai ada teman msg kat FB n bertanya 'ko punye blog tu mmg saje nk buat kasi berhantu ..motif ko buat dl??" aku pn x tau nk jwb apa....<br />so, aku pun jengah la kat page aku sendiri n merasakan mmg sepatutnye aku mengupdate sesuatu agar xla nampak aku desperate sgt buat blog ni dl (eventho mmg aku desperate gile time tuh,bosan tahap legion n plus time tu arwah mak br passed away n dis is d way how am express my feelings)..<br />so, anybody yg ada any suggestion or ideas of wut i shud put in my new entry, pls dont hesitate to comment...Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-84631278810827641292009-07-20T08:16:00.000-07:002009-07-20T08:17:18.473-07:00Kalau mak dah xdek...Orang kata aku lahir dari perut mak..<br />(bukan org kata...memang betul) <br /><br />Bila dahaga, yang susukan aku....mak <br />Bila lapar, yang suapkan aku....mak <br />Bila keseorangan, yang sentiasa di sampingku.. ..mak <br />Kata mak, perkataan pertama yang aku sebut....Mak <br />Bila bangun tidur, aku cari....mak <br />Bila nangis, orang pertama yang datang ....mak <br />Bila nak bermanja, aku dekati....mak <br />Bila nak bergesel, aku duduk sebelah....mak <br />Bila sedih, yang boleh memujukku hanya....mak <br />Bila nakal, yang memarahi aku....mak <br />Bila merajuk, yang memujukku cuma....mak <br />Bila melakukan kesalahan, yang paling cepat marah....mak <br />Bila takut, yang tenangkan aku....mak <br />Bila nak peluk, yang aku suka peluk....mak <br />Aku selalu teringatkan ....mak <br />Bila sedih, aku mesti talipon....mak <br />Bila seronok, orang pertama aku nak beritahu.... .mak <br />Bila bengang.. aku suka luah pada..mak <br />Bila takut, aku selalu panggil... "mmaaakkkk! " <br />Bila sakit, orang paling risau adalah....mak <br />Bila nak exam, orang paling sibuk juga....mak <br />Bila buat hal, yang marah aku dulu....mak <br />Bila ada masalah, yang paling risau.... mak <br />Yang masih peluk dan cium aku sampai hari ni.. mak <br />Yang selalu masak makanan kegemaranku. ...mak <br />kalau balik ke kampung, yang selalu bekalkan ulam & lauk pauk.....mak <br />Yang selalu simpan dan kemaskan barang-barang aku....mak <br />Yang selalu berleter kat aku...mak <br />Yang selalu puji aku....mak <br />Yang selalu nasihat aku....mak <br />Bila nak kahwin..Orang pertama aku tunjuk dan rujuk.....mak <br /><br />Aku ada pasangan hidup sendiri.... <br /><br />Bila seronok, aku cari....pasanganku <br />Bila sedih, aku cari....mak <br /><br />Bila berjaya, aku ceritakan pada....pasanganku <br />Bila gagal, aku ceritakan pada....mak <br /><br />Bila bahagia, aku peluk erat....pasanganku <br />Bila berduka, aku peluk erat....emakku <br /><br />Bila nak bercuti, aku bawa....pasanganku <br />Bila sibuk, aku hantar anak ke rumah....mak <br /><br />Bila sambut valentine.. Aku bagi hadiah pada pasanganku <br />Bila sambut hari ibu...aku cuma dapat ucapkan “Selamat Hari Ibu” <br /><br />Selalu.. aku ingat pasanganku <br />Selalu.. mak ingat kat aku <br /><br />Bila-bila... aku akan talipon pasanganku <br />Entah bila... aku nak talipon mak <br /><br />Selalu...aku belikan hadiah untuk pasanganku <br />Entah bila... aku nak belikan hadiah untuk emak <br /><br />Renungkan: <br />"Kalau kau sudah habis belajar dan berkerja... bolehkah kau kirim wang untuk mak? <br />mak bukan nak banyak... lima puluh ringgit sebulan pun cukuplah". <br />Berderai air mata jika kita mendengarnya. ....... <br /><br />Tapi kalau mak sudah tiada....... ... <br />MAKKKKK...RINDU MAK.... RINDU SANGAT....Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-52052464560180363822008-11-13T20:08:00.000-08:002008-11-13T22:32:18.286-08:00No Caption<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHyS3tpHX_KU-xsiZAm9_zfq8Iz9oZ1tzGfP8PDRkBXQwEDRgDzhg85MATlumWTlXoPWkZkrrjr5np8wf8TmEouEfICAi63Vlyv-04QSRiREEEYw0DigXl4ham2NIf41Yj_TC6Tnbz3o9/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHyS3tpHX_KU-xsiZAm9_zfq8Iz9oZ1tzGfP8PDRkBXQwEDRgDzhg85MATlumWTlXoPWkZkrrjr5np8wf8TmEouEfICAi63Vlyv-04QSRiREEEYw0DigXl4ham2NIf41Yj_TC6Tnbz3o9/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268389682566334530" /></a><br /><br />Hurmm .. its been quite some time since I wrote something as bizarre as this or just something to write so to speak. And again as before the dire states of my mind, my life, my sole and my being have led me to start tap tapping on the keyboard. As I write my being is ..frail not like the half-dead, miserable and swollen eyes kinda frail dramatized in the movies and what not, I’m talking about my soul..revaged by my internal struggle to tame myself, to become in peace with everyone on this planet and its way of life basically to discipline myself ah heres where this tragedy starts..<br /><br />It's like has taken me all my life to try to discipline myself , wait a weeks maybe not..but that’s another debate for now I want to tell you ..how I miss her..<br /><br />Let me tell you a bit about myself, I'm a person who doesn't get along with people much, I don’t make friends a lot i guess but the few I have I don’t let go no matter what.. I like being in my room for hours by myself nowadays not because I detest anyone just that I rather be alone. My mind my feelings for now they are of great importance to me and so I think shouldn’t be shared with anyone who will not understand them... I’ve never felt lost like this before,not this kind of lost, there have been flings but they don’t count for anything. Having this kind of lost was not another step in my life which i agree anyone would rather to have, but as always just a normal event that eventually became a significant step, thing is I do not like is grieving, I grow to accept them and thus in this confusing state I entered my average life...<br /><br />Moving on....(as everyone said to me "come on pejo, move on,move on...")<br /><br />But the thing is...I just wish it was different...wish it was so,so different...different i meant the way i think of her...in my heart I felt likes she was there...Stood somewhere and watching over me... These days I’ve came so close to calling her, sending a simple text message perhaps, a few words, just say ‘hi mak',"assalamualaikum mak!" I don’t care if it would be replies or not, just say something to her phone is like i would feel- knowing she will read it and think about me in which ever manner hate or sympathy or pity or or love ( I dare not say what you guys think) and that bond that is forever lost will flicker for a fraction of a second before dieing again...I dare not do so for I fear it will only hurt us more (or some of you guys would call me insane!)...<br /><br />Essentially a loner..am i?Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-33435628174332797642008-10-31T02:21:00.000-07:002008-10-31T23:12:53.526-07:00Again and again...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uhMxY3OgOXEXUEKKMGMhgkMvStZFT2Mt2YCfSWC0dtwNTfPVOT0rH8i3gstchyY7pLFmL0vjk8B5lXKRFk2L9sZFl5q_bs9LyfWRYmrtIky684K4rjzhTVAglg1jdK0Bsda_vCECWYNn/s1600-h/ATT00058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uhMxY3OgOXEXUEKKMGMhgkMvStZFT2Mt2YCfSWC0dtwNTfPVOT0rH8i3gstchyY7pLFmL0vjk8B5lXKRFk2L9sZFl5q_bs9LyfWRYmrtIky684K4rjzhTVAglg1jdK0Bsda_vCECWYNn/s320/ATT00058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263567959133101458" /></a><br />I think about it every day<br />Wondering what happens when we die<br />If we stay on earth with our loved ones,<br />Or if we just sit next to them and cry<br />It is a curious question that I ask myself<br />Will I ever see her?<br />Will I ever get to hold her hand?<br />Are things just going to pick up where they <br />Left off,<br />Or is it just going to be the end<br />Do we go into a world of our own making?<br />Where things aren’t as they seem,<br />Or do we go with our families,<br />And start all over again<br />It is a question that can’t be answered,<br />And only can be thought of<br />Is their life after death?<br />Do the answers lie above?<br />There are so many questions<br />In so many ways<br />Which road do I take? <br />And can she hear me when I pray<br />Can she really be a star?<br />That glistens in the night<br />Or is that just a myth<br />To make you feel alright<br />I don’t understand<br />How to communicate<br />I have tried in so many ways<br />But I just can’t wait<br />I want to talk to her and see her<br />So badly that it hurts<br />I want to hug and kiss her<br />So my heart will no longer hurt<br />But I have to let her go<br />Until the time comes<br />Figure out what’s next<br />As my body goes numb<br />Numb with the feelings<br />Of being left in this world<br />Wondering where my mom went<br />Why she left me here in the cold<br />I miss her so much<br />And all of those who died<br />All my friends and family<br />It just makes me want to hide<br />Hide away in the darkness<br />All by myself <br />And rock myself to sleep<br />And dream of something else<br />Dream of all the good things<br />That goes on in my life<br />Dream of all the bad things <br />That happened to my life<br />But I guess there is a reason<br />For all of this, I think<br />Maybe it is better<br />That there is a missing link<br />I will put all of this to rest<br />And stop wondering why<br />Just think about today<br />And the people I still have<br />Tell them how much I love them<br />Each and every day<br />And stop wondering about tomorrow<br />And what happens when we die<br />Because we all have a destiny <br />And only God knows whyMohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-57313988486817367512008-10-30T23:41:00.000-07:002008-10-31T23:13:32.100-07:00If We Could Have You Back...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNAY_WZtJRlLvhA1z-hooiXG1L2Hm8JjijbXN2ki6FdBblSrKUI8HyTKBem8VFI2wiUy98v2ulq_hqRPpECNiSOeRnPcgrFaqxTC6KCq0tXuvTyK4_LDz7hUR_gOF1Q_6wSsyCdOtDd6n/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNAY_WZtJRlLvhA1z-hooiXG1L2Hm8JjijbXN2ki6FdBblSrKUI8HyTKBem8VFI2wiUy98v2ulq_hqRPpECNiSOeRnPcgrFaqxTC6KCq0tXuvTyK4_LDz7hUR_gOF1Q_6wSsyCdOtDd6n/s320/untitled2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263207708926996738" /></a><br />If we could have you back for just one day<br />There would be so many things we would like to say<br />If we could just be with you for one whole day<br />To have you close and know that you really are Okay.<br /><br />If we had known that you would be gone forever<br />If we had known all those ties were going to be severed<br />If we had known the pain, the loss, and the ache<br />If we had known the difference without you would make.<br /><br />In the darkness you slipped away from us all,<br />Now it's just your memories that we have to recall,<br />They say that parting is such sweet sorrow,<br />But it's the longing, the wondering, and how to cope with tomorrow.<br /><br />They say that grieving a mum is the very worst<br />Cause life's plan is that the parents should go first.<br /><br />Now all we have are memories, the good times that we had,<br />We spend so much time in tears, and pain and feeling sad,<br />So if we could have you back for just one day,<br />You could let us know, how to cope until that judgement day,<br />When we'll be together as a family once again,<br />When we'll all be happy and free from all this pain.<br /><br />Oh ! it's so hard to live when your loved one has to die,<br />Then we spend our lifetime trying to say Goodbye!Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-62090698550918210222008-10-30T23:12:00.000-07:002008-10-31T02:02:00.087-07:00Until Death Do Us Apart?<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkdyrRmggy9KoUtYnoO5Yykz3BtgRbVJ7BdAsHBQZixTDQd1lFuzQY3v2GK84hWccLjNmm7z3a4EZgKWNl8KIoLKGHw_vWcYIPkwg47T30oT69u5SYH3I4rqqFdIORq-GmRut6ICf6cpc/s1600-h/BBpP0k363493-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263197357448425330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkdyrRmggy9KoUtYnoO5Yykz3BtgRbVJ7BdAsHBQZixTDQd1lFuzQY3v2GK84hWccLjNmm7z3a4EZgKWNl8KIoLKGHw_vWcYIPkwg47T30oT69u5SYH3I4rqqFdIORq-GmRut6ICf6cpc/s320/BBpP0k363493-02.jpg" border="0" /></a>All right, I admit this title is a little heavy, but I did write it for a simple reason. I wanted to shake you awake. Is the the work you are doing at the moment making you happy? Whether you are employed in a secure job, working from home or running a corporate business empire it doesn’t matter. What matters is how you feel about what you do.<br />It’s a bit like being married, I guess. If the thought of waking up beside your wife or husband leaves you horrified, then it’s time for a divorce. What do you believe?<br />Sure, we can hang on for the sake of our kids, for the money, the perks but what happens when we wake up one day realizing we lost most of our “active years” to accepting less than acceptable terms?<br />Fact is, we spent about a fifth of our life at work, therefore dreading to go there would be a crime.<br />If we take an average of 40 years (350400 hours) to be our working life, with a 40 hour week (83200 hours) we actually work away some 23 percent of our life. This figure doesn’t factor in holidays since most of us actually work for longer than 40 years anyway, so it will balance out again. For many people this figure is actually way higher than this.<br />The so called modernized nations have become slaves to the system, working for bigger mortgages, more technology toys and a lot less fun than our ancestors had.<br />Do you really want to waste away 1/5 of your life by following the unhappy path? If not, then this is your wake up call!<br />I’m deadly serious (here we are again). Most people waste their lives away. Just look around you. How many friends, fellow workers, family members can you see complaining every day. They see nothing but the negatives and their main activities for the day is discussing their job or their neighbor.<br />Gossip is for poor minded people.<br />I like to share a quote with you, a quote I read many years ago. This has stayed with me for some 6 years now. It was actually this very quote or saying that changed my life for the better. Unfortunately, I can’t remember who quoted this, therefore please forgive my ignorance.<br />“Poor minds discuss others.<br />Average minds discuss events.<br />Great minds discuss ideas.”<br />I’m sure you are not average. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be a reader of this blog. Readers who stop by here want more from their lives. They are truly fed up with the mediocrities of life and want to find ways to aspire to better things.<br />You don’t have to accept the common road. The road others have traveled before and will continue to do so in the future.<br />It all starts with our habit to put things off. This is the worst inhibitor of people’s success.<br />Instead of complaining why not get active. Now! Not yesterday, not in 10 years, not when the kids finish college, not when you have saved enough to actually do it but without delay.<br />I challenge you to do it.<br />Does it always work? Of course not! However, I tell you what it does. By engaging a positive and proactive mind set, we activate our creative genius. This genius is responsible for finding alternative ways to aid us reach a target much faster than if we merely left things as they are.<br />If you hate your job, get out. If you hate your boss, find a new job or quit. If you can’t stand your life, change it.<br />You know, I personally wasted about 5 years of my life hating my job with such a passion it made me depressive and very cranky. The irony here is in reality, I’m a very happy and fun person to be around. Therefore, why did I waste all these years you might wonder.<br />I found many excuses as to why I couldn’t just quit my job. I basically lived in denial. Even so, if I’m totally honest with myself, I could have done this pretty much instantly. This is why I am so taken by my good friend approach to putting his mouth where his heart is. After experiencing some major upsets at his workplace, he finally pulled the plug and quit his job. What his, myself and many others have done is to ultimately follow our passion. Neither of us knew whether it would work out. Some still don’t know this. Nevertheless, I can bet my life on it that he is deliriously happy now. He followed his dream.<br />Are you willing to follow your dream, come hail or sunshine?<br />I’m sure most of you are aware that dreams do come with some burden. You could struggel with your discipline, fail your business or even become un-enchanted with it after some time.<br />Ultimately, regardless of your dreams you have to act now. Life is too short to miss out on all the fun. Every minute you wish for something to happen, your clock is ticking away, never to be in the same moment again. Just think about it...<br /></div>Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-43951736636551383702008-10-30T01:04:00.000-07:002009-04-22T00:37:34.106-07:00Tiada ibu lain...just one and the only one..<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WE0dcX2AyFLsEr_DaaVS5hnECcxn5Su0981j-J3FzgO2IWTAw8hz8O2oK04lMLgNR1iEFQ0UbmQC9gWElo1eogeh8N0KIqY4rdpRR2KDVc-aCliijSTJwCaJF2G9dCsfHvcKpu-I5py4/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262855757368434978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WE0dcX2AyFLsEr_DaaVS5hnECcxn5Su0981j-J3FzgO2IWTAw8hz8O2oK04lMLgNR1iEFQ0UbmQC9gWElo1eogeh8N0KIqY4rdpRR2KDVc-aCliijSTJwCaJF2G9dCsfHvcKpu-I5py4/s320/DSC02326.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>last celebrate birthday of her...28th September 2007 </strong></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpt3QIFto_9-XQEfzC9mrloQ88nBX9uU-YB1TMbWtjq96OROYfRCIeKzR6UeNcN71DHs_qY6yhRqX7ilZrq6CNGmf-hlWl3015QjynA67KUi-KAlKr9A4_Zq7xtJUjG3VM0DWKN6L2SRL/s1600-h/Imej000.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262855513100792146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpt3QIFto_9-XQEfzC9mrloQ88nBX9uU-YB1TMbWtjq96OROYfRCIeKzR6UeNcN71DHs_qY6yhRqX7ilZrq6CNGmf-hlWl3015QjynA67KUi-KAlKr9A4_Zq7xtJUjG3VM0DWKN6L2SRL/s320/Imej000.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> last year pic...</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nbSwEBKv4wCjAPm6cAaTmK0fqtc6a5refyeoXQDWuNA2hyZZ4FptKsHz94BuTT7Y2ITfjZmG05V4yDxAXKoal0FfqlmLmWEyJrd1gvGtFXIbHTuuuwJFiyUsTdA2-GnVHDeDNqpSsaZl/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262855222705946978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5nbSwEBKv4wCjAPm6cAaTmK0fqtc6a5refyeoXQDWuNA2hyZZ4FptKsHz94BuTT7Y2ITfjZmG05V4yDxAXKoal0FfqlmLmWEyJrd1gvGtFXIbHTuuuwJFiyUsTdA2-GnVHDeDNqpSsaZl/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>also last year pic..<br /></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262856124153022370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiTjDbVNKypA18AyhWxbdoZEKi7JWTtKbVnHcqFROtYLkPhFgrjZgtBfQJ7DNCEs07jv7hxwqO88QHXD8zTYBsKEXPXchwdScYDaDrbFYzm7GEQTzLoBZkFlyCfEow68eoJsb2b_umv7W/s320/DSC01331.JPG" border="0" /><strong>August 2008</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262856448245021010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0w0ilJuzVsNE7sPTMncU0rx5I4n670dY2JEExCNYTQdJXYUM8_ZPXYQ9hgarg0oARQVBQ97Yj1v2gMIec7MPsozNknVqXRFFR393kQJqNdC7MQLqNDn1CWPNDUIolUn1CQv8voenj28r/s320/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" /><strong>August 2008</strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262856666380149330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb0M69NqPATEwRXE88kf6uE0ChRv5pJqxevGxwgSdEKNUvIDSDCTOuHuQ32dIN_cYwqY8-2A6suMvNRLh3ZvRDmmm8SHOsHIiJT-aZoeOdKRLuqBJF25WvCdyX7hfvclVEBzMa8pIUjjj/s320/DSC05995.JPG" border="0" /><strong>and the last memory with her...raya 2008...</strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">16hb Oktober 2008 bersamaan 16 Syawal 1429H...perginya bonda tercinta ke hadrat Ilahi...</div><div align="left">it is true dat cancer was a silent and number 1 killer..it really does.. nobody knows actually, how she got it..or mayb, she herself doesn't want anyone to know bout it....sigh</div><div align="left">w/bgmanapn,pasrah is wat i can do for now... tiada sesiapa dpt melawan takdir Tuhan...</div><div align="left">ajal,maut,jodoh semua di tanganNya..everybody i met, kept saying dat to me..yaaa,i know...</div><div align="left">but sumtimes wut makes me sad is...memories with her... bkn org tau pn...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">btw, semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas Allahyarhamah Fatimah Awang, bonda tercinta yg amat dirindui.... :(<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-53607509259684529262008-10-29T23:50:00.000-07:002008-10-29T23:54:11.993-07:00Susah nk cari org camni...Hari itu-selepas seminggu beraya dikampung, saya pulang ke K.Lumpur.Memikirkan highway PLUS sibuk, saya menyusuri laluan lama. Pekan pertamayang saya lintas ialah Teluk Intan.Terasa mengantuk, saya singgah sebentar disebuah restoran di pinggir pekanitu. Sebaik memesan makanan, seorang kanak-kanak lelaki - berusia lebihkurang 12 tahun muncul dihadapan.'Abang nak beli kuih ?' Katanya sambil tersenyum. Tangannya segera menyelakdaun pisang yang menjadi penutup bakul kuih jajaanya. "Tak apalah dik abgdah pesan makanan," jawap saya ringkas.Dia berlalu. Sebaik pesanan tiba, saya terus menikmatinya. Lebih kurang 20minit kemudian saya nampak kanak-kanak tadi menghampiri pelanggan lain,sepasang suami isteri agaknya. Mereka juga menolak, dia berlalu begitusaja."Abang dah makan, tak nak beli kuih saya?" katanya selamba semasamenghampiri meja saya. "Abg baru lepas makan dik, masih kenyang lagi ni,"kata saya sambil menepuk-nepuk perut.Dia beredar, tapi cuma setakat di kaki lima. Sampai disitu, di meletakkanbakulnya yang masih sarat. Setiap yang lalu ditanya... " Tak nak beli kuihsaya bang.. Pak cik... kakak atau makcik." Molek budi bahasanya !Mamak restoran itu pun tidak menghalang dia keluar masuk ke premisnyabertemu pelanggan. Sambil memerhati, terselit rasa kagum dan kasihan dihatisaya melihatkan betapa gigihnya dia berusaha.Tidak nampak langsung tanda-tanda putus asa dalam dirinya, sekalipun orangyang ditemuinya enggan membeli kuihnya. Selepas membayar harga makanan danminuman, saya terus beredar ke kereta. Kanak-kanak itu saya lihat beradaagak jauh di deretan kedai yang sama. Saya buka pintu , membetulkan dudukdan menutup pintu. Belum sempat saya menghidupkan enjin, kanak-kanak tadiberdiri di tepi kereta. Dia menghadiahkan sebuah senyuman.Saya turunkan cermin, membalas senyumanya. Saya lihat umurnya lebih kurang12 tahun. "Abg dah kenyang, tapi mungkin abg perlukan kuih saya untukadik-adik abang, ibu atau ayah abang. katanya petah sekali sambiltersenyum. Sekali lagi dia mempamerkan kuih dalam bakul dengan menyelakdaun pisang penutupnya.Saya tenung wajahnya, bersih dan bersahaja. Terpantul perasaan kesian dihati. Lantas saya buka dompet, dan menghulurkan sekeping not merah RM10.Saya hulurkan padanya. " Ambil ni dik! Abang sedekah... tak payah abangbeli kuih tu" saya berkata ikhlas kerana perasaan kesian meningkatmendadak.Kanak-kanak itu menerima wang tersebut, lantas mengucapkan terima kasihterus berjalan kembali ke kaki lima deretan kedai. Saya gembira dapatmembantunya.Setelah enjin kereta saya hidupkan, saya mengundur. Alangkah terperanjatnyasaya melihat kanak-kanak itu menghulurkan pula RM10 pemberian saya itukepada seorang pengemis yang buta kedua-dua matanya.Saya terkejut, lantas memberhentikan semula kereta, memanggil kanak-kanakitu. "Kenapa bang nak beli kuih ke?" tanyanya. "Kenapa adik berikan duitabg tadi pada pengemis tu ? Duit tu abg bagi adik!" kata saya tanpamenjawap pertanyaannya."Bang saya tak boleh ambil duit tu. Mak marah kalau dia dapat tahu sayamengemis. Kata mak kita mesti bekerja mencari nafkah kerana Allah berikantulang empat kerat pada saya. "Kalau dia tahu saya bawa duit sebanyak itupulang, sedangkan jualan masih banyak, mak pasti marah. Kata mak, mengemiskerja orang yang tak berupaya, saya masih kuat bang!" katanya begitulancar.Saya sebak, sekali gus kagum dengan pegangan hidup kanak-kanak itu. Tanpabanyak soal saya terus bertanya berapa semua harga kuih dalam bakul itu."Abg nak beli semua ke?" dia bertanya dan saya cuma ngangguk. Lidah sayakelu nak berkata. "RM25 saja bang.....! Selepas dia memasukkan satupersatu kuihnya kedalam plastik, saya hulurkan RM25. Dia mengucapkan terimakasih dan terus berlalu.Saya perhatikan dia sehingga hilang daripada pandangan. Dalam perjalanan keK.Lumpur, baru saya terfikir untuk bertanya statusnya. Anak yatim kah ??Siapakah wanita berhati mulia yang melahirknya ?? Terus terang sayakatakan, saya beli kuihnya bukan lagi atas dasar kesian, tetapi kerana rasakagum dengan sikapnya yang dapt menjadikan kerjayanya satu penghormatan.Sesungguhnya saya kagum dengan sikap kanak-kanak itu. Dia menyedarkan saya,siapa kita sebenarnya !!!Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553532284877132962.post-80264088060664983252008-10-29T00:15:00.000-07:002008-10-31T23:55:58.619-07:00When 27th yrs passed....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0VqcZ35-tzLXbbhtM2dc86Wqq2HB6qhIWretppZkXvuwPYaKlKJFnx1c7jE3p43hMCiAZGDUwmrwDe_8aayNmjCaZIaRDwstBxHZcuVu8mg9VMiPGHFfQDjafFuZ3GlKE3WFNVgnGCrq/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262864000204909826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0VqcZ35-tzLXbbhtM2dc86Wqq2HB6qhIWretppZkXvuwPYaKlKJFnx1c7jE3p43hMCiAZGDUwmrwDe_8aayNmjCaZIaRDwstBxHZcuVu8mg9VMiPGHFfQDjafFuZ3GlKE3WFNVgnGCrq/s320/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="left">In a blink..twenty seven years... ..what a gloomiest day ever, every face I see is a memory. It may not be a perfectly perfect memory, sometimes we had our ups and downs - but we're not anybody's mine I guess. And I'm going to break precedent, and tell you my one-candle wish -- that you would have a life as lucky as you can get with all your loved ones around, where you can wake up one morning and say "I don't want anything more". Twenty seven years- don't they go by in a blink?Multiply it by infinity and take it to the death of forever and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I am talking about.Everything reminds me of her-- there isn't a day goes by that I don't think about her-Even a second-- One day she was there,the next day she was gone. What am I going to do? -- I guess you've heard this a trillion times before. You could have put her under glass and I would have just stood and looked at her. But when she spoke -- I loved of her voice, her laugh, her nagging.. -- I couldn't get enough of her -- and gradually or maybe it wasn't gradually -- I realized I couldn't live without her.<br /><br />Ma..I miss u :(</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div></div>Mohd.Faizul Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11715567161068975287noreply@blogger.com0