you’re so obsessed with trying to find love that you don’t even remember how to live, how to truly live, let alone what love even is. or possibly worse, you think that since you have already found love that you no longer have to live, have to grow and change and fail and learn anymore.
love life. love the things that you’re passionate about. love yourself. genuinely and whole heartedly love life. then work on finding others to truly love too.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
listening to the smiths . . .
the smiths - i know its over.
if you’re so very entertaining, then why are you on your own tonight?
if you’re so very good looking, why do you sleep alone tonight?
i know, ‘cuz tonight is just like any other night, thats why you’re on your own tonight.
life.
if you’re so very entertaining, then why are you on your own tonight?
if you’re so very good looking, why do you sleep alone tonight?
i know, ‘cuz tonight is just like any other night, thats why you’re on your own tonight.
life.
. . . .
it is sad to me that some people never realise that there are far more interesting things to talk about and to think about other than other people. i do it too sometimes, i find myself getting carried away wondering about someone elses life, but the thought that so many people get off on it is what bums me out. no matter how well you think you know someone, there is no way you know them well enough to make up fantasies about them or lies or gossip. no matter what, no matter how low it may seem, everyone does what they do for a reason. try listening instead of talking some time, maybe you will learn something you didnt previously know. try asking that person directly instead of assuming you know what is going on. there are so many more fascinating things about life, just look. i wish it didnt bum me out as much as it does and i don’t think i am any better, like i said, i get carried away sometimes too, but some people really just go to town with assumptions and gossip and that is what upsets me. isnt there anything more interesting to talk about? can’t you just ask the person and listen to them instead of talking to other people that, like you, don’t even know whats going on? people do things for a reason, please just hush yourself and listen. it is amazing what you can notice and find out if you just shut up for five minutes.
“love is something like the clouds that were in the sky before the sun came out,” she replied. then in simpler words than these, which at the time i could not have understood, she explained: “you can not touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. you cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. without love you would not be happy or want to play.”
-the story of my life by helen keller.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Until next time..
Im going to do this in Bahasa Malaysia. It would sound nicer.
27/04/09 //
Bermula seperti pagi-pagi biasa ku, masih di buai mimpi, aku di kejutkan oleh ibuku yang membawa berita buruk "Jidi awak dah takde,cepat siap kita nak ke sana". baru semalam aku berjumpanya. sihat sahaja. aku menonton tv bersama nya, bergelak ketawa dan waktu kami hendak pulang kami cium tangannya dan dia membalas dengan mencium tangan kami semula. tetapi keesokkan hari nya dia pergi buat selama-lamanya. innalillah..
Beliau di lahirkan pada tahun 1919 (tarikh sebenarnya aku tak pasti). kira sekarang ni umur beliau dah pun mencecah 90 tahun. begitu lama perjalanan hidup beliau. macam-macam sudah beliau lalui mengikut daripada ceritanya kepada kami semua semasa kecil hinggalah dewasa. sentiasa tertawa mendengar cerita beliau.
Permegian beliau walaubagaimana pun telah mengeratkan hubungan kami sekeluarga. saudara-mara yang jarang aku temui malah ada yang tak pernah langsung aku tahu kewujudan mereka juga ada. kuasa tuhan semuanya. mungkin ada baiknya.
Pertama kali dalam hidup ku melihat bapaku, pak cik-pak cik ku menitis kan air mata. selelaki mereka pun tewas juga akhirnya. ini membuatkan ku terbayang jika aku di tempat mereka. kehilangan seorang bapa, apakah yang aku kan rasa. sedih memang sedih tapi yang pergi tetap pergi. kalau menangis segelen pun takkan kembalinya mereka.
Peristiwa ni juga membuatkan ku sedar betapa pentingnya seorang ayah kepada anak-anaknya. betapa bazirnya hidup aku jikalau tak diluangkan bersama ibu dan bapa ku.
Jadi aku rasa, hidup ni kena di teruskan jugak. biarkan mereka yang telah tiada di dalam ingatan kita selalu. Insyaallah suatu hari nanti kita semua akan bersatu semula di syurga. Insyaallah Jidi.. Al- Fatihah.
Awab bin Said (1919 - 2009) Al-Fatihah
My life, your life, his life, their life, it's so temporary.
27/04/09 //
Bermula seperti pagi-pagi biasa ku, masih di buai mimpi, aku di kejutkan oleh ibuku yang membawa berita buruk "Jidi awak dah takde,cepat siap kita nak ke sana". baru semalam aku berjumpanya. sihat sahaja. aku menonton tv bersama nya, bergelak ketawa dan waktu kami hendak pulang kami cium tangannya dan dia membalas dengan mencium tangan kami semula. tetapi keesokkan hari nya dia pergi buat selama-lamanya. innalillah..
Beliau di lahirkan pada tahun 1919 (tarikh sebenarnya aku tak pasti). kira sekarang ni umur beliau dah pun mencecah 90 tahun. begitu lama perjalanan hidup beliau. macam-macam sudah beliau lalui mengikut daripada ceritanya kepada kami semua semasa kecil hinggalah dewasa. sentiasa tertawa mendengar cerita beliau.
Permegian beliau walaubagaimana pun telah mengeratkan hubungan kami sekeluarga. saudara-mara yang jarang aku temui malah ada yang tak pernah langsung aku tahu kewujudan mereka juga ada. kuasa tuhan semuanya. mungkin ada baiknya.
Pertama kali dalam hidup ku melihat bapaku, pak cik-pak cik ku menitis kan air mata. selelaki mereka pun tewas juga akhirnya. ini membuatkan ku terbayang jika aku di tempat mereka. kehilangan seorang bapa, apakah yang aku kan rasa. sedih memang sedih tapi yang pergi tetap pergi. kalau menangis segelen pun takkan kembalinya mereka.
Peristiwa ni juga membuatkan ku sedar betapa pentingnya seorang ayah kepada anak-anaknya. betapa bazirnya hidup aku jikalau tak diluangkan bersama ibu dan bapa ku.
Jadi aku rasa, hidup ni kena di teruskan jugak. biarkan mereka yang telah tiada di dalam ingatan kita selalu. Insyaallah suatu hari nanti kita semua akan bersatu semula di syurga. Insyaallah Jidi.. Al- Fatihah.
Awab bin Said (1919 - 2009) Al-Fatihah
My life, your life, his life, their life, it's so temporary.
Monday, April 13, 2009
People that you don't know..
Every now and then, i hear somebody wants to do something extraordinary at least once in his or her life. Something like 'someday i'll arrive at Verzasca Dam and bungee jump there'...or 'i'll tour around Switzerland in the quest for the best chocolate in the world'.
Not to mention certain people that we badly want to meet in person. People that we idolize, or simply admire, or hate. Orang yang kita kenal dari kaca TV, dari penulisan, dari internet. From the past events, Havana 1950's perhaps? Fidel Castro and Meyer Lansky. The pop culture, Michael Jackson, Celine Dion, and really, many more. Rich and famous football players, prominent leaders, great bassists- you name who you want to. Kadang-kadang aku terfikir nak jumpa Al Kooper dan beritahu- you wrote great music but how come you aren't so popular? Things like that.
Tapi sekarang aku rasa semua orang-orang itu absolutely nothing...compared with person standing in front of me now. One of the greatest gift of my life- my parents.
I always regard parents-like mine- as Superman disguised as real people. Ordinary people. Mereka tak pernah perasan setiap apa pengorbanan yang mereka sanggup lakukan for our well being-because they did it like a zillionth times already.
Of course,being so ordinary to others, people won't ever notice the presence of these Supermen in shopping malls, in public. Unlike the situation as one encounters Mawi. So you know, our parents do not get special attention, special treatment from others.
Mereka tak akan dapat column khas dalam newspaper untuk menceritakan jasa-jasa sepanjang hidup mereka, bila mereka meninggal dunia.
My grandmother passed away last year.
No one could ever replace her as the mother of my mother, until the end of this world. Dan aku mula berfikir, aku cuma akan ada satu ibu dan satu bapa sejak mula aku lahir ke dunia, till i die.
The only people that will always be there for me, unconditionally. Orang yang sanggup berjaga malam hanya untuk menyapu minyak ke perut anaknya yang sakit. Yang sanggup memasak dengan badan yang lemah kerana demam, memastikan anaknya tak berlapar.
Each time I hear my mother cried missing the voice of her mother, I gently wept. Aku tak mau nampak sedikitpun dramatik di sini but that is the truth. I saw my own reflection. Aku teringat those excuses yang aku bagi. 'Man banyak kerja la' whenever she told me to come home for dinner.Padahal aku dinner kat luar je. I'm no longer sure the excuses are worth my extra time.
Not counting the time bila aku biar dia beli garam kat kedai untuk masak lunch aku simply because 'aku nak habiskan tengok program TV ni'. And much more. Far too much sin.
She never complained.
Surely, you won't even know her name. To you, she's just one of the strangers out there. Orang asing yang kau tak akan kenang dan tahu jasa-jasanya.
Staring at this ticking clock, i know time is running out. Aku bertanya pada diri, apakah kualiti aku sebagai anak selama ini? Adakah ibu bapaku rasa dihargai?
There is no friendship, no love,
like that of the parent for the child.
Not to mention certain people that we badly want to meet in person. People that we idolize, or simply admire, or hate. Orang yang kita kenal dari kaca TV, dari penulisan, dari internet. From the past events, Havana 1950's perhaps? Fidel Castro and Meyer Lansky. The pop culture, Michael Jackson, Celine Dion, and really, many more. Rich and famous football players, prominent leaders, great bassists- you name who you want to. Kadang-kadang aku terfikir nak jumpa Al Kooper dan beritahu- you wrote great music but how come you aren't so popular? Things like that.
Tapi sekarang aku rasa semua orang-orang itu absolutely nothing...compared with person standing in front of me now. One of the greatest gift of my life- my parents.
I always regard parents-like mine- as Superman disguised as real people. Ordinary people. Mereka tak pernah perasan setiap apa pengorbanan yang mereka sanggup lakukan for our well being-because they did it like a zillionth times already.
Of course,being so ordinary to others, people won't ever notice the presence of these Supermen in shopping malls, in public. Unlike the situation as one encounters Mawi. So you know, our parents do not get special attention, special treatment from others.
Mereka tak akan dapat column khas dalam newspaper untuk menceritakan jasa-jasa sepanjang hidup mereka, bila mereka meninggal dunia.
My grandmother passed away last year.
No one could ever replace her as the mother of my mother, until the end of this world. Dan aku mula berfikir, aku cuma akan ada satu ibu dan satu bapa sejak mula aku lahir ke dunia, till i die.
The only people that will always be there for me, unconditionally. Orang yang sanggup berjaga malam hanya untuk menyapu minyak ke perut anaknya yang sakit. Yang sanggup memasak dengan badan yang lemah kerana demam, memastikan anaknya tak berlapar.
Each time I hear my mother cried missing the voice of her mother, I gently wept. Aku tak mau nampak sedikitpun dramatik di sini but that is the truth. I saw my own reflection. Aku teringat those excuses yang aku bagi. 'Man banyak kerja la' whenever she told me to come home for dinner.Padahal aku dinner kat luar je. I'm no longer sure the excuses are worth my extra time.
Not counting the time bila aku biar dia beli garam kat kedai untuk masak lunch aku simply because 'aku nak habiskan tengok program TV ni'. And much more. Far too much sin.
She never complained.
Surely, you won't even know her name. To you, she's just one of the strangers out there. Orang asing yang kau tak akan kenang dan tahu jasa-jasanya.
Staring at this ticking clock, i know time is running out. Aku bertanya pada diri, apakah kualiti aku sebagai anak selama ini? Adakah ibu bapaku rasa dihargai?
There is no friendship, no love,
like that of the parent for the child.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
New Moon, Different Day
It is 1st of April and today is someone's birthday! ahah.. happy birthday intan juliana! may u have a wonderful and joyous life waiting for u in the future. =)
We celebrated her birthday one day early. all the planning is done by aishah and me and marina just tolong tolong aja.. haha.. oh ya! we want to thank Uncle Rosdi for helping us with this surprise or bak kata aishah SUPPLIES!
at first it went well and we thought that aishah gonna spoil the suprise but then marina pulakkk yang buat hal. but still berjaya! wuhuu!
after the suprise at her house we went for lunch in Ketam village eh? sedap! after lunch we went for a karaoke session in cineleisure. karaoke jambannnn. aishah memang suka tempat-tempat macam ni. C.I.N.T.A fuhhhh..
and thennn we have to head on home sebab aishah mengada nak balik awal. stop by beli some sotong basah and balik..
to be honest today are one of the most meaningful day of my life. =D 1st time buat suprise for intan. i know u like it..
BUTTERCAKE = RM18 (campur semua bahan2)
STEAMBOAT = RM15
KARAOKE = RM7
AISHAH NYANYI C.I.N.T.A = bazir RM1
PARKING = RM1
HAPPINESS = PRICELESS
THERE ARE SOME THINGS MONEY CAN'T BUY.
Another day older,
more pages added to your folder.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!
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