Thanks Pak Lah
June 7th, 2008 by nordinrahmanThanks Pak Lah…
Well, it is a courtesy to be thankful, but unfortunately, it is very rare commodities. If it is has a worth… I guess it is my 270 cents worth of my thankfulness.
Thanks Pak Lah…
Well, it is a courtesy to be thankful, but unfortunately, it is very rare commodities. If it is has a worth… I guess it is my 270 cents worth of my thankfulness.
A friend of mine, Wira Budiman, who is also my ex-classmate in SDAR (1992-96), wrote an interesting blog post: "Aku Kerap Kali Dirogol". It was written based on a true story. I love to urge you guys to read his post.
I also write another blog, titled: "Journal of a Single Man".
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Dear my beloved children, it will be very short story tonight, because I promised to your mother to do something just after this, ok?
I am sure you watched so many television series about how a boy articulate poetic pickup line words to ladies. Yeah… it is common like that… in TV! It was not what happened when I get to know your mother then.
I wrote a letter. It was very hard enough to confront her face to face, and it was almost impossible to speak to her, as I would surely stuttered if not speechless whenever I realized she was in the vicinity. So, I wrote a letter.
I knew that the letter should not be just another piece of paper to her. I should try my best to ensure that that letter should at least be one of the reason she drew a smile on her face.
Dear Ain,
Peace upon you, and hi, you… I am "The Guy".
I don’t know if you know or ever notice me, but let me tell you… I saw you last month during fasting month, after prayers. I am not proud of myself because I felt very terrible for not noticing you much more earlier.
Ain, that is not the main reason of why I wrote this letter to you…
I like to focus when doing my stuffs, one at a time. When it come for class, I will go for class. When I eat, I focus eating. When I play, I focus on playing my game. However, I lost all my concentration lately. Wondering why, I got distracted. My mind wonder… how could I have the courage to walk and speak up to you. I tried to throw away that thought, but it shamelessly dancing in front of me.
Thus, that is why I write this letter. I guess, writing to you should be a substitute of seeing you and speak to you.
Honestly, I do not know if you ever read this letter, and I am not sure how I know that. But hey… you are reading this letter right now, right? He he… catch you!
Okay, let’s make a deal. If you are smiling when reading this letter, perhaps, you ought to let me know, if it is okay for me to get to know you.
Cheers…
-The Guy
At first, I was not sure if I would ever get any reply. But, one thing for sure, I felt released, as for writing to her had taken away some baggage in my mind.
I waited for a day, but no reply came.
I waited for another day, still… nothing.
I waited for another day, … ermmm… you are already sleeping, he he.
Good nite dear, sweet dream, sleep tight.
DISCLAIMER: The self reference ‘I’ in this story is not referring to the author. The story is a fictional story. However, there are parts of it that may be based on some true stories happen in real life out there to someone.
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Artikel ini telah di-copy paste from my younger brother’s fs buletin. Pernah jumpa article ni dalam email yg orang forward2.
Okay, here is a litle warning: Do not kiss anything while reading this article.
hehehehehhehehehehe
eh……. …. Cuba la, tak
normla la korang maknanya kalu boleh… hehee
Dear my beloved children,
It was years back, when I was still in college…. I’m not bragging my stories to you just to bore you to death. I just want to share some of the most challenging moments in my life back and how I become what I am today, and perhaps I could draw a smile in your face too.
Well, it is not really a serious story. It was a story of how I met your mother? Don’t worry, I’ll keep it short.
Well, after figuratively a thousand times repetition of telling the same story over and over again, the story begins….
I was in my bachelor degree years in ITM (currently known as UiTM). I never had what people called, ‘girl friend’ at the moment. It is not that I am tempted to, but maybe it is very difficult for me to articulate well in front ladies. Maybe, my priorities at the time is to study and study, yeah right. he he. It was not that I did not like to talk to ladies, but I was too shy to look at a lady’s face, back then.
It was fasting month. One night, after finished praying for Tarawikh in the mosque in the campus, my friends and I walked to the residential college. Suddenly, a lady in a lady’s praying robe walked in front of me. I was so surprised to see her and almost stumbled. She turned her head to me and… smiling (although that I felt that she was laughing) at me. But then, she quickly did catch up with other friends.
I was stoned. I was not sure what really happen to me. It was just a glimpse of her, but, enough to lead me to be intrigued enough wondering who was her? (Hint my children, what’s this story is all about? ;-))
I was not sure about her name at the time. It did not like I never see her face before that event, but I just really no in her friend of circle, back then. From a friend of mind, who had a lady friend, who in turn was a friend to that lady (with a glimpse of a smile) told me, her name is Ain. Yes, she is your mother, my children.
Well, it is not that I know that I know that she will be your mother. The life journey was long and we never know what future will lie ahead of us. However, every deed we do will lead to consequence in the future.
It was the day of knowing her name, I told myself, I must get to know this lady.
Suddenly, I heard a voice speaking to me, "Hubby, I think that is enough for tonite. They already fell asleep. Look!"
"Yes, Ain… you are right, darling."
I smiled, while turning my head from my child to my wife, Ain. Pehaps, I should tell them a more important stories of what happened after that, back then.
DISCLAIMER: The self reference ‘I’ in this story is not referring to the author. The story is a fictional story. However, there are parts of it that may be based on some true stories happen in real life out there to someone.
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Ok, seriously, please read this quoted sentence. "This is a true story." Ok, laugh now. Ha ha.
There is a lady in the same organization I work for. Her name is Jasmine. She
is a very cute lady. She worked for sales and marketing, if I am not mistaken. I
don’t really know her job well.
I know that a lots of guys (single or married guys alike) do like this lady.
I remember that one of my co-worker would brag to me if he do talk to her in
occasions. Me too. I, sometimes, stumbled to her in elevators. But, I never
smile to her there. I could hardly remember any occasion that we do talk.
However, we did manage to talk via YM (she added me ;-))
One day, I was just get rejected by another lady with the famous ‘LJBF’
words. It saddened me, but, "So what? Next!". So, the force of nature is set to
motion, and without me realize, I had a lunch date with Jasmine at a hotel! Wow,
a date with Jasmine, it is just like a dream. I wonder how my friend’s face look
like when I brag to him about Jasmine. I could just be smiling.
Although the lunch hour is just for one hour, I guess, time passed so
quickly. We spent hours chatting and eating (more to chatting, because, she
always on diet).
At one time, a waiter come to ask, wondering if we like to have lobster.
Remembering it now, I feel so dumb, because I answered coolly, "sure." Jasmine,
is always with her professional looks attitude. She smiled to me. We continue
the lunch with lobster, then with deserts.
It is very rare to me to bring more than RM100 in my wallet. But it doesn’t
matter, because, this place (hotel) accept credit card. So, when the bill came,
I snatched it, and volunteer to pay. Again, she smiled to me, it felt like my
heart was not there, but stolen!
I stood up and walked to payment counter. What? I was charged with more than
RM400 for this lunch! I use a MasterCard credit card.
- Parking outside the hotel - RM10
- A flower for her - RM 50
- A lunch date for two - RM 423.50
Regret feeling to pay so muchRomantic feeling to see her
smile - priceless
I handed my credit card to cashier. He insisted to me that, because the
amount is so big, I need to pay some portion with cash, or I should present
secondary card to him. Well, I don’t have so much cash. I do have a secondary
VISA card, but it is not activated yet. The situation is kindly embarrassing to
me.
Perhaps, noticing something wrong going wrong, Jasmine came to the counter
too. After listening to the cashier’s explanation, she just picked up her purse
and presented her card to the cashier. Problem solved!
I wonder how embarrassing the situation. I could have suggested to Jasmine to
lunch at StarBuck instead. Jasmine just smiled to me.
In a sudden, my hand phone rang. It was not a phone call, it was an alarm. I
read the alarm message - "Morning!" I felt very confused and looked for the
exact time - 8:30am. What? 8:30am. I was in my bed room. Where is Jasmine? She
was not there (of course). What just happened? I was just dreaming? What? I was
late for work! Waa…
Lesson learnt: Don’t date Jasmine, ever. I learned it the
hard way, but thanks to God, it was just a dream. Ha ha.
Ladies and gentleman, it is 2008.
Technically, we by each day, we grow one day older, and that means, we are closer to death. In addition of that, with the arrival of new year, we may feel renewed… in term of what we want to be in the future. For me personally, I want to be the next Malaysia astronaut.
Unlike last year, this year I receive a few more new year wish more than last year new year eve. It is not my attention to brag because when I say few, it really means less than 5. Naturally, after a few days, when our phone inbox is full, we will cleanup all the messages in the phone.
However, there is one message that still I keep, and until this very day, it is still means a lot to me.
Life is full of road we travel on…
Some of which we try to forget…
Some of which we wish we never pass…
But, there is one road I do not regret…
It is where we met!Happy New Year.
Humorously thinking, assuming you (this blog reader) know me as your friend, do you remember the name of the road that we happened to meet for the very first time? I never remember any road, in that case.
So, what is the this year resolution? I am sure you guys have one (or more too). And, embarrassingly, that resolution may be the same resolution as last year. What? To quit smoking? To fall in love? To get our body skinnier? To look younger, what?
My resolution is… nah… I can’t tell you here. However, I received a new year wish from one of long childhood friend today. I wish, I could grant her wish come true.
Happy new year, my friends. I wish, I could be your friends (or more than friends) forever.
-Nordin
Once a SDARian, always a SDARian!
setiap orang mempunyai IBU. Tak kira Ibu yg masih ada atau telah pergi
buat selama2nya.. Sayangilah ia ketika hidup dan berdoalah jika ia
meninggalkan kita buat selama2nya… Jasa ibu memang tak ternilai
harganya… Hubungan ibu dgn anak sememangnya sangat rapat dan erat
kerana mereka berdua telah menjalinkan hubungan sejak di dalam
kandungan lagi… Ibulah orang pertama yg berkomunikasi serta memberikan
pendidikan anak.
Malah mereka juga berkongsi dalam apa jua perkara, dari aspek
pemakanan, kelakuan,tingkah laku, amalan dan sebagainya.. Tidak
mustahil lah ibu lebih memahami anaknya dari Bapa. Surah Luqman ayat 13
“dan kami wajibkan manusia berbuat baik kpd kedua ibu bapanya, ibu yg
telah mengandung hingga akhir menyusu tempoh 2th. Bersyukurlah pada ku
dan kepada kedua ibu bapamu, ingatlah kpd ku jua tempat kembali”….
Saat-sat mengandung ibu inginkan benda pelik2 dan pelbagai perkara
lagi…
Bertujuan membuahkan lagi bibit kemeseraan di antara suami
isteri… Kekadang tu si Ibu mengidam daging Rusa, kijang Putih, Landak,
napoh, pelandok dsbnya… kaum bapa terpaksalah pergi “BERBURU” untuk
mendapatkanya… kalau tak dapat pergilah ke ZOO… dapat sePEHA pun
jadilah… kalau tidak anak yg. Di kandung,, kempunan plak“` meleleh air
Liur budak tu. Bagaiman pun kaum ibu perlu ada kesabaran dalam
mengharungi Susana begini…. Tidak terlalu mengikut perasaan…
Jalan terbaik ialah berdoa kepada Allah, supaya anak yg. Di
kandung menjadi insan yg beriman… Bacalah Ayat suci Al Quraan yg.
Terbaik surah yusuff, surah Maryam……. dsbnya..
Seharusnya ibu bapa redha dgn jantina anak yg. Telah Allah
kurniakan… baik lelaki ke pompuan hanya kita mampu berdoa dan hanya
allah yg menentukan kesesuaian kurniaan kpd. Kita.
Sayangilah kedua ibu bapa selagi ada hayat mereka masih ada, hati
mereka mudah terusik… percakapan dan pertuturan hendaklah di jaga..
semasa kecil kita di belai mesra…sehingga dewasa.. Wajarkah kita
meminggir mereka??? Jika ibu menyuruh kita “ “ jangan membantah, munkin
ada hikmahnya.. sebelum mereka menutup mata….
Bagi yg.telah bergelar ibu munkin pernah mengalami hal begini…
tapi yg BELUM lagi Tapi….ingin menjadi IBU.. kenalah mencari bapanya…
tpi di mana????… Yang sudi jadi Bapa kat SINI ramai termasuk sya
sendiri….
Saya bukan penulis asal post ni. Saya ambil (tanpa kebenaran) tulisan daripada seorang jejaka yg nick online nya Omarm daripada salah satu website yg lain. Tapi, relevan, kan? He he he…
This is a story, a true story of one of my lady friend. Before, we
only know such story from films and movies. However, the experience of
the lady-friend of mine is surely an eye opener, that this quote, is
true:
True love does win her parents’ approval
I
started to know this lady-friend a few months back. At the time, she
was very sad. Her parents intended to wed her with a neighbor’s son. At
the same time, she has a boyfriend. However, they did not feel
comfortable with her boyfriend, for some reasons that typical parents
have, but it is not polite for me to write it down here.
Due to
such challenge, she and her boyfriend were on the verge of breaking up.
Both of them suffer in that great dilemma. Who is more important to
her? Is her boyfriend? Or her parents?
Fortunately to her, the
husband candidate preferred by her parents also in a dilemma too. He
had to choose too. So, she waited and waited for events in life to roll
on her.
A few months passed by. The idea of wedding her with
another guy is no longer in the picture. Life is quite normal. She was
determined to maintain her long distance love relationship with her
boyfriend.
Suddenly, she received a phone call from her mother.
The mother asked her about her boyfriend. She puzzled. Then, the mother
told her that her father intended to summoned her boyfriend to their
house.
Surprisingly, she was puzzled but happy.
She wondered what had changed her father’s mind. Maybe it was time when
the father realize that the boyfriend is also a good candidate as the
father’s son-in-law. But, it was just a speculation.
The phone
call was a few week before recent Eid. After Eid, the boyfriend and his
family visit her house for spying (merisik, eh, betul ke spying?).
Within the next few weeks, she will get engaged.
Dik J–, congratulations. Your story is very inspirational. Wish you will be happy the end of the time.
By the way, have I told you that the boyfriend was in state of divine shyness when they are at her house? he he…
This post was also available at the bachelor’s life blog.
A last night, I chatted with a friend of mine. She
asked me if I know one of her favorite song, sung by Anuar Zain, title
"Lelaki Ini". I replied, "no." Then, I searched in Google YouTube.
I stumbled upon a fan’s made video clip of the song, made by Mr. Ajami.
The
video clip is a slideshow of the family album of Mr. Azami. The song
lyric matched the slideshow in term of the meaning and emotion
projected. It shows how loving a husband (and father) towards his wife
and children. The slideshow showed picture of children with variety of
emotion: a child with curiosity, happily smiling, and sadly crying.
I
cannot emphasize more how this video touches the heart of a normal man
to have a family. It also reminds me of how a man should be:
responsible, loving to his family. A family man should also think
beyond himself, because he has his family whom are depending on him.
The song, with the video clip, is not just a mere song of love
expression from a man to his beloved lady, but also a grand
manifestation of the importance of the family to the man’s life.
I wish I could sing the song to the appropriate person.
This post is also posted at Nord’s Journal…