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Ada orang tulis pasai tahun baru, nak tulis juga la... hehe… Shut open, shut open (pejam celik, pejam celik), year 2009 is ending soon… Oh, how fast time flies! When you are in wait for something, a moment is like forever… but once it’s over… you’ll feel surprised of your endurance… haha… I like making resolution, it’s good to have goals, though I rarely achieve them and most of the times, I forget about it after going through half of the year… hahaa. What’s the point of having anyway? Well, at least, for half of the year (if I follow through) I earn some benefits from my resolution… org kata azam jangan bagitau org… but I’m letting one of my new year resolutions to be known so that if I don’t keep to that… you can karate me… ok, I want to keep my phone bill low (read; I want to save some money)…hahaa… I really shouldn’t spend up to 300AUD each month for phone calls… aaaa, tapi nanti rindu kat mak ayah… takpa, I’ll learn to use calling card or voip or anything alike… Oh, Decem...

Assalamualaikum wrbkth… Sidang jumaat yang dirahmati sekalian… Ehhh.. tertulis pula apa yang kedengaran dari corong masjid berdekatan… ya kaum Adam sekalain, silalah kalian ke masjid segara… (bagi kawasan yang sudah masuk waktu solat fardhu zohor)… khatib sudah mahu memulakan khutbah… Ah, sudah seminggu di tanah air… What more can I say… happiness is eating mum’s cook! Ahaha… well, it’s not just about food… it’s about seeing those faces… faces that I’ve been missing for a whole year… It’s good to be home… =) It’s good to be close to those who you love and love you… Hari tu sebelum balik, ada plan nak kerja… herm..it turns out that I’m a bit sick right now… also, my brother suggested that instead of going to work… I should stay home and write… tapi nak tulis apa? Novel? Ahaaa… I lost count of how many times I’ve tried… well, I haven’t given up..it’s just that… I don’t feel like writing such at the moment… cerpen? Drama? Ahhha…tak tahulah… Lack of inspiration? Ohh, for God sake… I ...

Life is a profoundly random business. Well, not that I have no faith in qada’ and qadar… in fact, I devotedly trust in those, it is one of the six pillars of faith. I strongly believe that everything is written… every single thing that is happening in our lives is in fact, is written above… But only He knows the record… So, for us, life is full of surprises… bad things, good things… happen in many ways… and we rarely able to anticipate what’s going to happen in the future. We know not, what Allah has kept in His provision for us, happiness and grief are a mystery that is only revealed when it happens… it’s just; in many situations… things happen so randomly. That’s how I feel... and I shall be grateful… because of this randomness… I feel life is beautiful… and less boring... =) It’s is a good thing to listen to your second thought… as for me, I find second thought is more rational than the first thought… First thought tends to be very emotional, lack of consideration and insincere....

Manusia. Kita makhluk progresif. Atas sebab itu, kita berubah-ubah… hati, perangai, rupa… perubahan terbesar adalah pada hati… hati yang berubah, membuatkan sikap juga berubah…dan dalam banyak keadaan, turut diikuti dengan penampilan. Ada orang tak mahu berubah, cuba menentang segala perubahan… well, you can be like Miss Havisham in Great Expectations… you can stop all the clocks in you possession… but you can never halt time… or maybe you can cover up you wrinkles with botox or thick foundation and powder, you can dye your graying hair… tetapi untuk setiap saat yang berlalu, kita tetap semakin tua… dan akhirnya, kita akan berubah.. dari makhluk hidup, menjadi jasad tak bernyawa… tinggal ruh yang akan bertamu di hadapan Pencipta….dan mati itu pasti… Harapan. Harapan wujud dalam banyak peringkat dan keadaan. Orang yang selalu bangun tidur lewat, berharap esok dapat bangun lebih awal, orang yang jatuh cinta hari ini, berharap akan dapat menikahi cintanya, seorang pelajar senibina, be...

It has become a routine it seems... to walk solitarily around city and visit a bookshop every Sunday. But this time I didn’t browse from every genre to every book, but I sat quietly within shelves and read poetry… Hahaa… so much fun… But why are those poetry books so expensive? Dahla org jarang beli, mahal pula… haish… I wonder if someday I would be able to compile my puisi… A dream is a dream… but sometimes a dream does come true…btw, did you know that to experience the least expected moment is very unexpected? Forget it; I don’t know what I was saying… Anyhow, I jotted down some interesting title of those poetry anthologies… there are 3 of them that I really like; 1. Poem A Day, edited by Karen McCosker & Nocolson Albery 2. The McSweeney’s Book of Poet Picking Poet 3. Sor Juana, Octavio Paz Well, the third one is more like a literature review… But since I had read some of Octavio Paz writings… I kind of like it very much… it’s quite academic in a way, though… not so coo...

Allahuakbar. Allahuakbar. Allahuakbar. It’s the day of Eid. Nothing much really… The prayer was short; the female jamaah had to finish our prayer on our own since the speaker went off suddenly. And, we could barely hear the khutbah… O’ brother, please check the microphone and speaker properly next time. No Korban. Tak ada ka siapa2 nak sembelih kangaroo? No makan-makan. and obviously, no hajj. Luckily my sister called this morning… Well, seriously I’ve been waiting… That makes my day. Tapi tadi tertidur… ish… I didn’t sleep well last night… But yeah, last night… the night of eid… an alien had visited me… so strange it was… hahaaa… Absurd! Am I losing my sense? Apapun… banyakan bertakbir ya!

I wandered aimlessly around the city. I went where my feet took me to. My pure intention was solely to go out, and feel the rain. It’d been raining since yesterday and I love it. I looked for the old man who usually plays erhu on the corner of China town. He was no longer there. I miss the melancholy sweetness of his music. He must be taking a break, its Sunday. I stopped at Bourke Street; a lady was selling some instrumental cds. The music filled the air and it was so beautiful. I stood there in the midst of crowd next to her stall, while listening to the rhythm I read every face that passed me by… I knew that I would not remember any, but I didn’t know why I was doing so. It was fun, though. I went to Readers Bookstore. I browsed the whole store from every genre to every book. I wanted to buy Vitruvius… but I feel like taking a break from architecture (though, I know that I can’t really do so)… So I spent hours selecting history novels. There were so many books that I wanted ...

Assalamualaikum Let’s talk about seasons… Spring is leaving; I always love spring for its beauty… lying beneath the loveliest tree would always make my heart sing and dance. The wind is subtle… Whenever it caresses my face, I hear the voice of nature... but I haven’t seen my favorite sunflower yet this spring… the big one, almost a size of an XL saucer... I’ve seen one last two years… tp dah tak jumpa… =( Anyway, I wish spring would let me preserve some of its beauty in me… may I? Summer is approaching; I don’t really fancy summer, it’s hot and dry… unlike Malaysia which is still hot but quite humid… and, people here wear less clothes on their body… it’s flesh everywhere… thank God I’m female… anyway kena jaga juga… but for the fact that its holiday… and I always go back to Malaysia during summer break… I couldn’t help myself but to love this season… tp tahun ni balik lambat.. sob**sob** Autumn… my favorite! Hermmm.. I don’t really know… but out of the four… I love autumn the...

what more can I say.. i'm in love with this song... Oh, it's a mystery to me We have a greed with which we have agreed And you think you have to want more than you need Until you have it all you won't be free Society, you're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely without me... When you want more than you have You think you need... And when you think more than you want Your thoughts begin to bleed I think I need to find a bigger place Because when you have more than you think You need more space Society, you're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely without me... Society, crazy indeed Hope you're not lonely without me... There's those thinking, more-or-less, less is more But if less is more, how you keeping score? Means for every point you make, your level drops Kinda like you're starting from the top You can't do that... Society, you're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely without me... Society, crazy inde...

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim Seharian aku berfikir, lalu fikiran terhenti di pelabuhan sebuah kesimpulan…. Kita ini sering merasakan kita watak utama dalam segala cerita yang berlegar di sekeliling kita. Lalu selaku watak utama, kita mahu lebih tumpuan lebih perhatian, tepukan dan sorakan…. Tapi kita lupa… sungguh.. kita ini watak utama… tetapi, watak utama hanya untuk cerita kita… aku menilai nasihat seorang teman untuk berfikir di luar diri kita.. meletakkan watak ‘aku’ sebagai watak ‘dia’.. pada asalnya, saat emosi menguasai diri.. aku kurang erti pada maksudnya.. namun setelah diberi masa pada diri… dan saat suara samudera menemani hati… nasihat itu hadir dan aku kira.. aku cukup mengerti… aku lalu berfikir tentang seorang manusia benama Asriah. Kita sering merasa terkilan apabila dilupakan, diketepikan dan dihindari… dari sekecil kecil perkara… hingga sebesar-besarnya… oleh sejauh-jauh kenalan hingga seakrab-akrab teman… terutama dalam perkara paling berat, oleh orang yang p...

Kita melihat manusia... Tangan yang seharusnya berpautan berjalan sama menuju suatu tujuan dan matlamat yg sama saling meruntun agar tersungkur yang berada seiringan. Hati yang sepatutnya menyatu menjadi segumpal kuasa padu dipenuhi dengan hasad yang saling melaknat. Jiwa yang seharusnya damai dalam hadir setiap satu, menjadi berat dan sarat dengan rasa jemu dan semu. Sungguh, mana manusia mampu sempurna pada pandangan semua. Mana manusia tidak ada khilaf pada tingkah dan kata. Apa kamu yakin kamu sempurna? Namun manusia pendendam itu lebih haloba daripada si bakhil akan haknya. Haknya yang tak tertunai dikumpul mengunung lalu diletuskan pada suatu masa.... dan pada masa itu, segala hak manusia disekelilingnya menjadi lebur dalam amarah dendam yang begitu diam. Aku selalu tidak mampu, mungkin juga tidak cukup usaha menunaikan hak kamu, maka dengan itu... aku memohon maaf. Sekalipun maaf itu tidak ada makna bagi letusan dendam mu.. namun hanya itu yang aku mampu berikan. ...

Assalamualaikum Aku mahu bercerita... semalam aku makan durian! Semalam, rakan serumah bernama Oya .. teringin nak makan durian... lalu beliau pun membeli... memandangkan aku si anak kampung ini tahu mengopek durian... maka dapatlah turut serta makan sama... secara percuma... heee...terima kasih Oya... Ah... alangkah nikmatnya dapat makan durian.. alangkah teringatnya pada kampung halaman... Di Malaysia, lebih spesifik... Penang... Lebih spesifik, Bukit Mertajam.... lebih spesifik... Mengkuang... rumah aku dipagari pohonan buah tempatan... punya manggis, rambutan, langsat (Oya kata, kalau 'duku' ada 'dukung', 'langsat' ada 'langsang' tak?  -_-") , betik, pisang, duku, rampara (pulasan tapi dah nak mati pokok tersebut, tak tahu sama ada masih berbuah atau tidak) , ubi kayu (susah rupanya mencabut ubi kayu, pernah disuruh ayah kerana mahu diberi pada jiran mengandung yang teringin, takkan nak biar makcik tu yang mencabut pula) , sawa, seghawa (...

When we were young, we dreamed a lot. We dreamed for the impossibles, but those dreams are shattered or worn out with age. As we grew up, we forget about our dreams…instead, we listen to the reality and live out life accordingly…. On that note, we proclaim our maturity. When I was still riding my tricycle, I dreamed for the day I could ride a bike. When I got my driving licensed and started driving a car, I dreamed about flying a plane… but my second thought said that it’s ridiculous and would never happen. Then on, that dream never revisits. When I was a kid, I never bothered about friendship, but I had a lot of friends. We fought and argued, but as a new day started… we were once again, friends. Every individual is unique, or some might say ‘weird’… but I suppose, a different kind of personality attracts a different kind of people… nevertheless, never commit evils. Especially… for us, Muslims… we are the guided people! “Be yourself” That notion is a bit speculative as som...

Sungguh, tak sabar nak mengakhiri semua ini... skandal tak sudah dengan basikal.... pengajaran, semester depan harus lebih bijak membuat pilihan... bertahan Asriah, lebih kurang 2 minggu saja lagi... inshaAllah... bak kata Leann (tutor)"you know what to do, be brave and keep going strong..." even though, in fact I almost lost.. don't know what I'm really doing... cause all I'm doing is just listening do you, my dear tutor...  Anyway... should not regret what Allah has decreed upon me... I believe I learn something... always do, inshaAllah... Design Studio 06 Final Presentation Tuesday, 27102009 10.00 am Building 45, RMiT City Campus Moga skandal ini berakhir dengan sebuah kebahagian.

This song has such a beautiful lyric... well, some of you might disagree if i say that it doesn't matter who sings the song... it's up to you to judge anyway.. but what really matters to me is the lyric.. and i do find this song sounds great too.. so, it depends, don't listen if you don't want to~ 光 輕如紙張 guang qing ru zhi zhang Light - is as light as a piece of paper 光 散落地方 guang san luo de di fang Light – the place where it lands on 光 在掌聲漸息中它慌忙 guang zai zhang sheng jian xi zhong ta huang mang Light - it hurries while the applause is fading 她在傳唱 不堪的傷 ta zai chuan chang bu kan de shang She is singing around the intolerable wound 腳本在台上 演出最後一場 jiao ben zai tai shang yan chu zui hou yi chang The script is on the stage performing the last scene 而全村的人們在座位上 er quan cun de ren men zai zuo wei shang While everyone from the village is sitting in their seats 靜靜的看 時間如何遺棄這劇場 jing jing de kan shi jian ru he yi qi zhe ju chang Seeing sil...

That thing is not me... I have 5 fingers on my left hand, but that thing has 6... and I am not a zombie... I'm sure about that... yeah... I think I'm sure.... design design design design design design design design desig desi des de d ......

Salam Bahasa adalah satu medium komunikasi yang utama. Tanpa bahasa, susahlah saya menulis di blog ini. Bahasa ibunda saya (mungkin lebih tepat, bahasa ayahanda) saya adalah bahasa melayu. Sejak kecil saya bercakap bahasa Melayu, kemudian masuk sekolah dan belajar bahasa Inggeris. Di rumah, bahasa yang digunakan adalah bahasa Melayu... sikit-sikit bahasa Inggeris dengan kakak dan abang... Sebab itu saya ini kurang mahir berbahasa Inggeris... Sejak datang sini baru betul-betul menggunakan bahasa tersebut.. kerana itulah bahasa Inggeris saya lintang pukang... saya juga belajar asas bahasa Arab kerana pernah bersekolah agama.. juga bahasa Mandarin.. yang saya tak ingat apa-apa... Apapun.... saya sungguh sayang Bahasa Melayu... sekalipun, saya tidak menyertai tunjuk perasaan menentang PPSMI... Dan... Saya mula merasa muak dan meyampah dan rasa nak berkung-fu (mungkin patutnya bersilat) dengan sesetengah manusia yang terlebih pandai mengeja. Ya... saya bercakap loghat utara...Den...

Ada kena-mengenakah gambar ini? Cantik Semua orang mahu jadi cantik bukan? Terutamanya perempuan. Sebab itu... Ramai betul yang buat pembedahan sekarang Plastik sana, plastik sini Silikon sana, silikon sini Cantik. Sebab seperkara ini... orang sanggup buat macam-macam Sanggup berhabisan wang Sanggup menahan kesakitan Sanggup menjadi bahan kajian Alahai cantik... Cantik. Sebab cantik jugalah terjadinya macam-macam perkara Lelaki boleh hilang pedoman kerana si cantik Cinta sejati dikhianati kerana si cantik Maruah dijual beli kerana perasan cantik Alahai cantik... Tak cantik. Ya... memang,ada orang tak cantik. tapi mungkin hanya bagi kamu yang tak cantik bagi kamu mungkin cantik bagi aku... Kamu? TAK CANTIK Eh! Kata aku pula... kalau aku cantik pun bukan untuk kamu ya! Tak kisahlah... Tapi... Aku memang mahu jadi cantik Lebih cantik daripada model iklan kereta Lebih cantik daripada bintang-bintang yang kamu puja Lebih cantik daripada puteri-p...

As a designer, I deal with the most subjective thing in the whole universe; ideas. Frequently, to have an idea is not the problem. As a human being, as long as we use our little brain… we will at least have a bit of an idea about any particular thing that we are concerned about… that is why "everyone is a critic"... When one dissatisfies with one thing, he tends to suggest a different way of doing it… or just simply criticizes and says that thing could be done better… and designers, do that most of the time… if you are a designer, any kind… be it architect, fashion designer, artist etc… you must find it hard not to criticize things around you… from the color of walls to the placement of serviettes in a restaurant table that you went to. Even though sometimes, you don’t actually spill out your thoughts but your brain is always talking. However, to realize an idea is a different story… that’s the reason why we hate criticism as much as we love to give it… the most common line t...

Bismillahi ArRahman ArRahim Hoho.. tulis blog lagi, bukan baru semalam sudah tuliskah? Kamu tak ada kerja lain kah kiambang? Sungguh, kerja aku banyak amat… sampai tak lalu nak buat… tapi ada seperkara meronta-ronta minta untuk dikongsi… semalam, tak mahu tulis… tentang ini.. lalu cadangkan supaya Mr Aris tulis.. lalu beliau pun menulis.. tiba-tiba gatal tangan nak tulis juga… Asriah…Asriah… Facebook Ya… Mahu bercerita tentang laman kegemaran ramai ini...itulah topiknya.. sebenarnya aku ini agak kolot juga… baru tahun lepas buat akaun.. itu pun pada asalnya tak mahu sekalipun melihat teman-teman ramai yg guna.. aku mula buat akaun fb ini krn groupmate aku yang sorang ini berhubunggan melalui fb. Jadi, nak bincang apa-apa senang….lalu aku pun buatlah satu akaun.. kalau aku cakap orangnya ini jewish.. mesti kalian di luar sana kata “haaa.. kau dah jatuh dalam perangkap yahudi…” hahaa.. tapi kalian yang tak disuruh sesiapa pun buat juga… bak kata Mr Aris “yang kata Fb proxy yahudi ...

Eyes on the screen and I feel like blogging. Today’s lecture was on Russian constructivist… and here I go trying to write my weekly assignment on the topic… and it ends up… Russian constructivists are those people who might like my duvet cover if they happen to see it. It is red in color… really strong red… with bubbles, no I mean circular patterns that scattered all over it… however, it is lacking of squares and strong lines.. But somehow, when I spread my duvet over my bed which is rectangular… I see those patterns framed by four strong lines… The circles are freely scattered but strictly bounded by the size of the bed… that reminds me of Stalin government of USSR…… but when I look at Saeng (my teddy) sitting at the corner of my bed… I think Stalin might not like him because he is cute but Stalin is not!  Ok, let’s not get carried away by my ‘OTC’… (Once, I had a beloved uncle who taught me about OTC… it’s an acute syndrome that affects your brain position within the sku...

ok.. orang raya buat ketupat... kami buat cupcakes.. sampai meletop mixer.. =.=".... anyway..it was a really exciting experience.. memetik kata-kata oya ... "cupcake is about having fun.... ".. dpt positive feedback.. ada orang nak order siap! hahaha... maybe.. just maybe.. we could do a business next time... hahaa.. thanks qilah krn ambil gambar dgn semangatnya!

dia bakal pergi.. meninggalkan jiwa-jiwa yang masih rindu... sebulan bertamu.. terpadamkah segala hitam semalam? atau  mungkinkah berlalunya sekadar pintasan masa? dalam ramai.. ada jiwa-jiwa yang suci.. sekalipun saat sua pertama itu hitam dan legam.. ada yang sudah suci saat sua pertamanya dan di penghujungnya semakin suci dan berseri.. dan ada juga jiwa-jiwa yang tiada beza... hitam awalnya.. hitam hujngnya, ah tercelalah jiwa-jiwa itu... lalu, di kalangan manakah aku? sungguh.. tiba-tiba bimbang itu datang.. bertandang di lewat malam terakhir ramadhan 1430.... juga tertanya.. apakah mungkin.. sesaat tadi adalah sujud terakhirku untuk terawih bagi usia ini... lewat 3 tahun ini... aku berpuasa di perantauan.. jauh dari enak harum masakan emak saat senja manapak tiba... tiada juga peluang berdirisama di sisinya berterawikh... tiada syahdu suara ayah mengejut bangun sahur bersama.. tiada gelak ketawa kakanda... anak-anak.. jua saudara mara.. semua jauh.. di tanah air... dan insha...

tonight, I listened to a tazkirah about 'love'... about how easy we say 'I love you'.. but always fail to prove it... the speaker talks about loving Allah and Rasul.. It reminds me of the 'I love Allah' group on facebook that many people have become fans.. but, is that it? how truthful are we to our words? How do we prove our love towards Allah and Rasul? or do we join the 'I love Allah' group one day and 'I love my boyfriend' group the day after? Really wish I could write up the whole tazkirah here.. but I'm not perfectly poised of myself at the moment... just a question for everyone including myself to ponder upon.. "How do you prove your love to Him?"

Kita mengharap yang terbaik. kita mahu yang terbaik... dalam hidup.. dalam mati.. kita mahu yang terbaik... tp selalunya yang terbaik itu kita tidak tahu.. sehinggalah terbuktinya akan sesuatu...kerana itu kita perlu kembali pada alquran.. pd sirah nabi junjungan dan sahabat teladan... pd kisah generasi salaf juga zaman kegemilangn.. "if we are not affected by history, what are we affected by?" Daniel Libeskind (Arkitek Yahudi yg mereka Jewish Museum of Berlin... kita perlukan arkitek Islam sebegini.. yang mampu merasuk fikiran manusia melalui rekaan bangunan.. yang mampu membuat manusia terkesan dengan sejarah.. lantas bertindak atas kesan penghayatan sejarah... tetapi yang tidak gila nama selepas menjadi ternama) Sungguh hidup ini berlandaskan kalam tuhan dan sunnah rasul. ibadat biar ada sandaran contoh pegangan.. jgn dicipta reka sesuka rasa.. sia-sia seperkara.. dosa lagi tambah pula... Amal seharian pula biarlah bersederhana.. namun jgn ditegah manusia jika tiada la...

 Astaghfirulallah al'azim... ..well.. I guess that's how I should begin my post from now on.. I find myself ranting on unnecessary stuff lately... and I hate the fact that I'm doing that in this precious month.. what's up with u kiambang? Crit. After four consequetive days of pretentiously working hard.. I'm feeling extremely exhausted, not that I'm sleepy.. well, I did get enough sleep last night.. which was quite unusual for a night prior to crit... but my brain currently shuts down...  another crit is coming tomorrow... heaps of work to get done... =.= Ramadhan. Half has gone.. hopefully not wasted. This very heart is in dire need of consolidation.. this is it..my opportunity.. really hope that I could get enough of it in this very month... Yusuf. I listen to the tafseer again and again... well, don't misunderstood me... All surahs are surely comforting and important.. but since I don't have that many tafseers dowloaded... and internet is ...

Salam everyone... InshaAllah.. this post won't be an essay.. heee I just love to share my new discovery about 'Banksy' ... an artist.. well, he was originally a street artist...who remains anonymous despite of his fame! Having a profound interest in art and architecture as a medium of revolution, I keep searching and looking for inspiration or precedent.. just to convince myself that this big super secret  futuristic plan in my head has a hope.. As far as my aesthetic sensibility is concerned.. Banksy approaches are really radical and provocative... and he really knows stuff.. I personally find his arts are really punchy! Note: I don't 100%ly agree with his manifesto.. and I haven't thoroughly studied his arts.. good or bad, look at your own risk :D

Things started to get a lil'bit creepy around here.. wuuuuuuu...

Hati ini sedang rawan.. Oh.. ini bulan mulia.. janganlah kau begini duhai hati... jangan dirasuk keluh kesah.. berlapang dadalah.. berlapang dadalah... Yakinlah semua ini tidak lama.. biarlah segalanya demi penciptanya... Pada senyum yang tidak hadir... bersangka baiklah... Pada soal yang tiada jawab... lupakanlah... Pada herdik yang manghiris... maafkanlah.... Pada jeling yang menghina... tunduklah... Pada ketawa yang kau dilupakan... bersyukurlah... Pada tangis yang kau dirahsiakan.. berdoalah... Pada masa depan yang kau dipadamkan... senyumlah... Mungkin... Kau juga begitu.. kau juga pasti pernah menyakiti... maka saat ini.. rasalah erti disakiti.. Moga kau mengerti.... bermuhasabahlah.. moga kau diampuni..duhai hati... duhai diri yang memiliki hati... Jangan... Jangan duhai hati.. jangan sesekali mendambakan penghargaan manusia... kelak amal mu sia-sia... ikhlaskanlah.. hanya kerna Dia.. kerna Allah... Mungkin.. Ini peluang menyuci diri.. jangan kau bermuram duha...

Softly you called to me Across the space between Across eternity Where love winds a path unseen Out of the wilderness You beckoned my every step I stumbled sometimes and yet I never once looked back ‘Cos I would see The man I know I used to be How I was lost before you reached for me No I don’t know Where I would go What I would do Without You Without You Without You Like a heart between beats I would feel nothing you see If you took your love from me I don’t know what more would life mean? I’d use my final breath To call out your name and let That breath upon the breeze Rise like a kiss to thee So you might see Just what your love has meant to me And what the cost of losing you would be No I don’t know Where I would go What I would do Without You Without You Without You ‘Cos I would see The man I know I used to be How I was lost before you reached for me No I don’t know Where I would go What I would do Without You Without You Without You

Bismillah... 31 0gos... mana mungkin anak deka senyap sahaja... :) Merdeka. (merdéka) bebas (drpd penjajahan, kurungan, naungan, dll), lepas (drpd tebusan, tuntutan), berdiri sendiri, tidak bergantung pd yg lain: Malaysia ialah sebuah negara yg ~ dan berdaulat; besok ia jadi seorang awam yg ~ dan tidak lagi menjadi perajurit yg dikongkong oleh undang-undang dan di-siplin; ~ ayam bebas sama sekali (boleh me­lakukan sesuatu sekehendak hati); akhbar ~ akhbar yg tidak terikat pd mana-mana parti politik; memerdekakan memberi kebebasan mele­paskan drpd penjajahan (kurungan dll), mem­bebaskan: India telah dimerdekakan pd bulan Ogos 1947; bagaimana dia boleh ~ dirinya drpd kapitalis-kapitalis kecil itu? kemerdekaan perihal merdeka (bebas), ke­bebasan: kita telah berjaya mencapai ~ pd 31 Ogos 1957; pemerdekaan perihal (perbuatan, usaha dsb) memerdekakan, pembebasan; pemerdeka orang dll yg membebaskan drpd penjajahan (kurungan dll). (Kamus Dewan Edisi ke-Empat) Retorik. "Merdekakah k...

Puasa. Bulan puasa begini rindu sama keluarga menjadi-jadi. Kalau boleh tiap-tiap hari nak telefon mak, Tanya mak masak apa. Siapa buka puasa di rumah, kak long bang ngah bangki semua balik ka? (abg ngah rumah sebelah tu boleh kira kategori ‘balik’ kah? Mak masak enak-enak untuk iftar di Al-Qayyim.. hari itu mak masak gulai tulang dengan sambal belacan yang best. Semalam telefon mak buat ayam masak cabai (bahasa standard ayam masak merah kot), resepi baru mak kata. Terkenang anak2 saudara duduk melukut kerumun makanan sementara tunggu tok siak ketuk gendang. Oh, tapi sekarang mereka sudah besar-besar. Tiga tahun sudah tidak berpuasa bersama. InshaAllah kesepatan hanya akan tiba selepas 2 tahun lagi. Moga usia kita dipanjangkan untuk kebaikan. Tetamu . Dapat berita, ada tetamu tak diduga datang bertandang. Oh, cerita lama. Cerita hati yang luka. Cerita fitnah yang menguja. Terima kasih ya tuhan, hantari aku jauh-jauh ke sini. Sungguh, Dia tahu yang terbaik utnuk hambanya. Rumah. ...