veteran kecundangkn harimau..

pagi keje.petang tea wan do.mlm futsal. wah.! mmg aktif gile r ..
futsal 4 penjuru antara jabatan telah diadakn 27 okt di segambut.bapak skema ayat nie!
besa la pemain star bestatus bintang mest la dijemput maen.wakakaka..perasan btol.!
team 'harimau muda BNM'(name team aku best woO.kn.?kn?) tlh layak ke final selepas membaham team JHP 3-1.ini pn staff BnM jugak..
pada peringkat final kami bertemu pasukan 'veteran perang BNM'.diorg bkn pi perang pn..
walaupn dikategorikn sbgai veteran.,pasukan ni mmg beri saingan.
kelincahan & kepantasan skill pemain 'harimau muda' masih blom dpt menandingi keMATANGan pemain 'veteran perang'.mrk cepat mbaca pmaenan & tdk mensia-sia pluang.
pLWNan blanjutan shigga wisel pnamat dgn kedua2 pasukan seri 1-1.
sepakan penalti dlakukn bg menentukan pemenang.akhirnye pasukan harimau muda akur pd kHebatan pemain yg kami pggL senior.tak guna pnye azizi,sepak penalti pn xbley gol..marah nie!!
nie la yg dkatekn "DIAM2 UBI berisi."
tahniah senior..tp nextime kteorg xbagi pluang pnye..!!!hahaha

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irreplaceable gap

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....

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.

2 maut, 8 cedera

PUTRAJAYA: 1 wanita sarat mengandung bsama anak perempuannya bumur 5 thn maut, manakala 8 yg lain cedera, tmsk 2 parah slps 1 kereta yg dipercayai dipandu laju mrempuh 6 motosikal yang berteduh daripada hujan lebat di Pesiaran Utara berhampiran Seri Perdana, di sini, semalam.

kira2 pkul 3 ptg 17 okt 09, Sarisah Marwin 33 warga Indonesia, sedang memangku anaknya, Chandrawati Misan tbunuh di tmpt kejadian,manakala anaknya meninggal dunia di Hospital Putrajaya.Ketika kejadian, mangsa yg membonceng motosikal suaminya dipercayai brada pd kdudukn paling akhir di antara 6 motosikal lain yang berhenti di bawah jejambat itu,pemandu Proton wira tbabit dprcayai memandu laju sblm tbabas lalu merempuh ke-enam2 motosikal bkenaan.Akibat rempuhan kuat, anak mangsa tercampak sejauh kira-kira 15 meter, manakala suaminya yang turut cedera & dirawat di Hospital Putrajaya.Menurut Ketua Polis Daerah Putrajaya, Asisten Komisioner Abdul Razak Abdul Majid,Pemandu tsebut seorang pelajar institut pengajian tinggi awam berusia 18 tahun dan tlah ditahan bagi siasatan lanjut.

Sewaktu kejadian, ada 10 penunggang dan pembonceng motosikal di tempat kejadian. 2 drpd mereka yg parah adlah seorang anggota polis daripada Cawangan Persenjataan Balai Polis Daerah Putrajaya,manakala 6 yg lain cedera ringan.
Semua dirawat di Hospital Putrajaya

AKU INGIN BERBEKA-BEKA DENGAN-MU

Basah aku
dalam sumur kasih-Mu.

Berpeluh aku
dalam sahara kekuasaan-Mu.

Tersihir aku
dalam samudera wilayah-Mu.

Terlempar aku
dalam cakrawala semesta-Mu.

Aku malu
bermuka-muka dengan-Mu.

Aku rindu
bantal peraduan hidayah-Mu.

Tuhan
Aku ingin berbeka-beka dengan-Mu.

wat do think : suke kite atau kite suke.!

ari tuh my sarjan tnye aku,"ko nie ade gf blom?"
ish.sadis btol Ques tuh.!nga berat mulut aku jwb "xde". (".)
da mmg xde na watpe malu.eceh.malu konon.!
hm,die tnye lg."klu ko na kawen ko pilih yg mane?

1)kawen ngan org yg syg kt ko.
2)kawen ngan org yg ko syg."

erm.,aku tdiam.Ques tuh cm sng tp sbnarnye cuca gk.
serba slh aku na jwb.korg rase cmner?
bg aku dua2 pntg.!
tp die na aku choose 1 jew.adoi ai.!
siap suh bg reason.
ape kne sarjan aku nie.borink la tuh.!

tlg aku plez.
bley?

BowL-in cluB

PLACE: SUMMIT USJ SUPERBOWL

just bowl


silent please.!


ka pow..!

pak ngah na McD..!!

HARI 2 AKU DPT 1 MSJ DRI ALONG YG BBUNYI..

"KO TLG CALL AKAK JAP,SI ADIQ TU RINDU KT PAK NGAH KATE NYE."

hm,hidop lg si kecik 2..hahaha..bapak jahat aku nie..!!so aku pn mula menekan2 no tok buat pnggilan.

lom smpat aku bg salam si crabby patty & si kerinting da mula mgajukan soalan2.

'ble pak ngah na dtg'.,'pak ngah jom maen kt taman'.,'pak ngah keje mane'.,'pak ngah na pegi klcc'..'pak ngah na KFC'.

slps 1/2 jam sesi soal jwab bru la diorg puas.sib baek la aku nie pndai mnepis pmintaan2 yg sgguh materialistik bombastik seplastik..!!!

hm,lame jgk aku xdgr diorg membebel.klu x pepagi lg dok melompat ats katil.da kne buah luku baru diam.tp skrg tdk lg,pak ngah da pndah.!haha.pak ngah bley tidoQ nga aman.!!

aku pn mmg rindukn si 'crabby patty' nie.so esknye aku wat suprise.

abis keje aku pi amek crabby then jemput kerinting kt skolah agama.

kteorg pi kt port kteorg la.

mane???

McD..!!!

si craby patty..!!

si kerinting..!

p/s: sorry lense cam hp aku xbape elok..

xmau klinik

da 2 hari aku demam+sak8 tekak.
n 2 ari aku xbley na mgeluarkn sore.
condition aku agk trok.mkn ubt pn xjln.
kcian org2 yg nelefon.sory sgt...
hm,aku ni xske pusat ksihatan.klinik ke hospital besaQ/kecik.
xkira la.mmg anti glew.tah la,bau nye buat aku seriau la.
so di sbbkn kdegilan aku nie.kne la aku pi keje.
ye la,klu aku na MC kne pi klinik.
ish,imposible.!


aku jrg n cuca utk mdpt sak8.myb antibody aku kuat kot.haha prasan.!
tp kdg2 kne jgk.i2 yg d namekn khendak tuhan.
sak8 ni bkn musibah.tp ia mgingat kte pd kebesaran-NYA.


p/s:doakn kesihatan kite sume.

DuET RayE..!!!

sebot sal duet raye tigt kenangan time2 besao 'pkok renet' dlu...hohoO..

bkn maen smangat pi braya...

capal bru,

songkot bru,

bju melayu kaler ksukaan

& perut yg blom di isi..

bramai2 konvoi pi umah jiran...huhu...bkn stakat jiran dah,Kg sberang pn gua redah..na masyuk pn pnye pasai...hahahaaa...

ye la,time dlu raye ujung2 thn beb..pas raye da kne prepare skolah na bukak,ek-lis krg c8 bban org tua..diorg na byr yuran ag,buku2 ag..ish3...

time kasih fmily ku..luv u la...hik...

crita time braye umah jiran2 ag la.,bley pecah usus klu di knangkn blk...

kne kejar anjing la..(na join skali kot)...tggl duet la.,dpt ang paw kosong la..

aaaahhh....good old days...

tp skrg mane ley dpt duet raye ag da...kne 'paw' 'kaw2' ade la....

siap demand2 yg x thn 2...ish.,bdk2...

adik2 jgn mntk2 ag yerk....raye da na abes....hahahaha...