tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67030352382144783402024-03-14T06:17:26.105+08:00LIFE LAUGH LOVEmuttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-23754379305551275832013-07-29T01:59:00.001+08:002013-07-29T01:59:34.698+08:00perempuan zaman sekarang macam ni ke??assalamualaikum semua!<br />
sihat?<br />
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ok.aku baru balik dari kerja..<br />
dan tiba2 ada dua orang perempuan ni masuk.<br />
<b>Melayu.dan semestinya Islam.</b><br />
yang sorang ni pakai baju hitam.dan ada tatu kat tetek dia.<br />
yap.<br />
aku tengok!<br />
iye.<br />
nak buat macam mana kan.<br />
dia tunjuk.<br />
dan semacam menunjuk<br />
yang sorang lagi tu.<br />
tetek dia macam nak terkeluar.<br />
sorry to say.<br />
pastu boleh pulak dia macam saja-saja tunduk..<br />
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dah lah time azan zohor tadi.<br />
dengan selamba.<br />
dia makan.<br />
(aku kerja KFC)<br />
weyh!<br />
takde rasa malu kah??<br />
cuba lah malu dengan diri sendiri sikit.<br />
kalau tak pon.<br />
tolong2 lah malu dengan orang lain..<br />
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then after keluar lepas habih makan.<br />
boleh pulak beliau merokok..<br />
muka relax je..<br />
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nasib baik kat kepala kalian takde nama makbapak kalian.<br />
kalau tak kesian makbapak kalian.<br />
buat malu <b><span style="color: red;">MAKBAPAK,BANGSA DAN AGAMA </span></b>.<br />
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p/s: SILA-SILA LAH makan kat tempat tertutup kalau tak puasa.tapi lagi elok kalau puasa.amat-amat elok.<br />
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assalamualaikum..<br />
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<br />muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-86297302211641859702013-02-23T01:02:00.000+08:002013-02-23T01:02:14.872+08:00problemo akibat scrapbook<b>assalamualaikum semua.</b><br />
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disini saya ingin meluahkan sikit perasaan saya yang kecewa dgn perangai kawan2 yang sepatutnya menfokuskan pemikiran dan fizikal mereka untuk menyiapkan scrapbook ini..anda berpenat lelah demi melancarkan perjalanan program RAFEST.tetapi anda lupa bahwasanya program dan penyertaan anda untuk itu tidak dilihat oleh lecturer dan tidak mempengaruhi pointer dan carrymark anda..malahan ianya memberikan pandangan negatif apabila hasil dan mutu scrapbook anda macam getah skrap yang sepertinya tidak sempurna umpama jambatan separuh siap..adakah anda tahu bahawasanya kawan anda ini bagaikan orang gila menyiapkan scrapbook seorang diri .yang sepatutnya dibuat secara berkumpulan..adakah anda ini memang tergolong dalam kalangan orang-orang yang mementingkan diri sendiri tanpa menghiraukan keadaan orang lain disebabkan perbuatan dan perangai anda?????sebagus manapun anda dala menjayakan dan melancarkan RAFEST tersebut tetapi anda harus ingat bahawa carrymark anda akan berkurang sekiranya scrapbook kita tidak disiapkan dalam masa yang telah ditetapkan..perkara ini juga akan memberi effect kepada empunya badan ini punya carrymark..perlukah saya mengingatkan anda berbanyak kali supaya anda sedar???perlukah setiap benda saya perlu menghantar pesanan ringkas kepada anda supaya anda membantu saya menyiapkan scrapbook ini???perlukah???perlukah?!!! bila saya mengingatkan anda beribu kali..jawaban yang keluar dari mulut anda hanyalah "iya,sekejap lagi aku tolong".anda memang betul2 Melayu..hanya janji manis di bibir.</h4>
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saya berharap kalian sedar...</h4>
muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-6461391882086786932013-02-22T01:06:00.000+08:002013-02-22T01:06:34.557+08:00mimpi..ini hanya mimpi semata-mata.<br />
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"Malaysia kena serang .tapi aku taktahu sape yang serang..family aku terpaksa lari ke tempat lain..OMAN(aku taktahu kenapa Oman).kitorang naik kereta Innova.aku tak ingat samada semua ahli keluarga kitorg lari or tak..dalam kereta tu ada tempat tidur dekat belakang.macam caravan. tempat tidur tu luas and besar.aku tidur dgn adik aku..kitorang pakai selimut..yang lain tak tidur.kitorang tidur gilir-gilir.. on the way lari ke Oman,walaupun aku tidur tapi aku tahu bahawasanya banyak roadblocks and ramai tentera..dorang pegang pumpgun..muka dorang serius.muka dorg ada celoreng..alaa..gaya komando ..<br />
kira-kira 10 jam,kereta kitorang rosak..engine berasap.sebab lama berjalan..non-stop.kitorang turun drpd kereta then ayah aku terus pergi kat enjin kereta..kitorang lapar dan start makan..lama lepastu secara tiba-tiba aku ada motor dan enjin motor hidup walaupun takde kunci..aku tak ingat motor apa..family aku semua makan..kecuali aku dgn ayah aku..lama pastu kereta dah ok..diorang start gerak semula..masa tu aku pergi buang air dekat pokok getah..tepi jalan.family kau tak perasan pon aku takde dalam kereta..bila aku pergi balik dkt tempat dorg.aku tengok diorang dah takde.tapi nasib baik motor ada.aku pon pergi kat motor nak kejar dorg..tapi tayar depan takde..tayar belakang je ada.so motor tak boleh gerak..aku lari sehabis pantas nak kejar family aku..dalam poket baju aku ada nasi kandar..panas lagi..bila aku rasa penat aku stop sekejap.makan dan makan ..tapi aku tak habiskan..aku simpan sikit buat bekalan..time aku masukkan makanan tu balik dalam poket,tetiba ada kereta datang..aku lari sebab aku ingat dorg jahat..tapi dorang lompat atas aku.aku jatuh..tersungkur atas tanah..makanan aku yg ada dalam poket terkeluar.then kotor sebab kena pasir..dorg kata dorg just nak tolong..so aku follow dorg naik kereta..bila kau sampai kat rumah dorg.,aku nampak sorg perempuan ni..muka dia cam familiar je..tapi aku tak ingat sape dia tu..dia ajak aku masuk rumah..jumpa family dia..masa tu dorg tengah makan ramai-ramai..aku bagitahu dia makanan aku tinggal sikit.dan ada pasir dalam tu..family dorg bagi aku makanan.dorg bungkuskan dalam kertas warna coklat..ada dua bungkus.. lepastu aku cakap kat dorg aku nak gerak...nak cari family aku..bila aku keluar pintu..tetiba dari jauh aku nampak family aku ada kat depan pintu..tapi dorang tak kenal aku..aku pelik..kenapa boleh jadi macam tu..aku panggil nama dorang..adik aku.ayah aku.mak aku.tapi dorang tak dengar..tetiba aku nampak lelaki ni muka dan baju dia sebijik macam aku..aku try sentuh dia tapi tak dapat..family aku dan lelaki yang sebijik muka macam aku tu masuk ke bilik..berehat..aku ada dekat tepi tangga.rumah dorg dua tingkat.depan mata aku .aku nampak ayah aku tengah bercakap dengan aku..tapi dgn lelaki yang mukanya sebijik macam aku..ayah aku tanya aku tentang perkahwinan aku yang aku rancang nak buat kat Arab Saudi lepas aku buat umrah.tapi "aku" batalkan sebab "aku" kata "aku" tak ready lagi.."<br />
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.....................TAMAT.........................muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-82525412661435466802013-01-20T03:01:00.001+08:002013-02-22T00:40:05.546+08:00kesian pakcik tu.. haritu aku kerja midnight.aku masuk pukul 12 malam and balik pukul 9pagi. benda ni jadi pukul 8 pagi cmtu. ada sorang pakcik ni. dia pakai T-shirt.seluar dia singkat.colour coklat.beg kecil kat pinggang dia.umur lebih kurang sama macam ayah aku.40 lebih.<br />
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dia masuk.aku greet dia. time tu ayam takda. dia nak dinner plate.dua set.untuk anak dia.anak dia kat PLKN. dia kata dia datang awal2 sebab nak jumpa anak dia. anak dia pesan belikan KFC. tapi ayam takda.so dia kena tunggu.30 minit.dia kata takpe. anak dia nak makan.<br />
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so dia tunggu kat luar. atas motor.aku nampak. dia pandang je kitorang dari luar.and kitorang pon pandang lah dia..dia sabar je.muka dia redha je kena tunggu 30 minit untuk ayam.and tunggu semata-mata untuk anak dia.aku start kesian dan simpati kat pakcik tu. aku start bayangkan pakcik tu adalah ayah aku sendiri.aku tak senang hati.aku tanya cook.banyak kali jugak lah aku pergi belakang. tengok ayam berapa lama lagi nak siap masak.<br />
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bila ayam dah siap masak.aku terus packing makanan tu.sumpah aku kesian. then bila dah siap. aku panggil pakcik tuh. pakcik tu takda tunjuk reaksi marah langsung pon. aku terpikir.macam ni rupanya pengorbanan seorang ayah.walaupun takdelah besar mana. tapi takpela.bagi aku pengorbanan pakcik tu untuk anak dia mentacingkan perasaan aku.takpe.biar aku sorang je rasa cmne rasa dia..haha..<br />
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MAAFKAN SAYA PAKCIK...muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-70288559244274331202013-01-20T02:42:00.002+08:002013-01-20T02:44:51.328+08:00dean's list<span style="color: lime; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hello semua. now pkul 3.lebih kurang.aku buka tingkap sikit.malam ni rasa bahang. aku ngantuk.tapi tak tahu lah kenapa tak boleh tidur.belakang aku rasa sengal-sengal.maybe tidur tak cukup or ada sebab2 lain. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">DEAN'S LIST.yup.dean's list.hari jumaat haritu adlin sent mesej kat aku.dia bgtau aku dpt dean's list. time tu aku tengah tidur.timetu lebih kurang pukul 11 pagi. aku dengar bunyi mesej masuk then aku check la..</span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">aku taktahu la ape perasaan aku bila tahu bout that. aku rasa cam takda special pon bila dapat benda tu.yup.ramai orang yang berharap and struggle gila-gila for that but for me.entahla.benda tu macam takda function pon.bukan aku tak bersyukur . tapi...hmmmmm.</span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">now .ayam sedang berkokok.sahut menyahut.seronok betul tinggal dekat kampung.</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">kat bandar korang takkan dengar bunyi ayam berkokok time2 camni kat tepi rumah korang..kalau ada pon mesti kat phone korang..</span><br />
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">hah! aku dah merepek.ok now aku try tidur.bye.</span>muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-8237944475913869112012-11-26T18:38:00.002+08:002012-11-26T18:38:59.811+08:00nak kahwin dalam air.<br />
semua orang nak kahwin gah2.ada itu la .ada ini lah. nak guna theme itu la.segala bagai. tapi banyak2 macam.aku pilih.tempat kahwin aku nanti dalamair.tapi takkan lah dalam air masin kot.bukan di lautan atau di pantai.mau pedih hidung aku.tap tap..inviters tak datang.sebab port pelik sangat.<br />
aku nak buat kat swimming pool.dan semestinya swimming pool itu kepunyaan aku..hak milik aku.dan semestinya lagi.swimming pool itu berada di rumah aku .rumah tu takyah besar sangat.aku tahu nanti bini aku tu takut nak duduk situ..yela.aku nak anak berapa orang je.mesti bini aku pikir dalam rumah tu ada hantu or seangkatan dgnnya.<br />
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yelakan..memang la dah ada yang buat cmtu.tapi tak ramai..so aku nak jd orang melayu pertama yang buat camtu.<br />
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ala..kalau orang yang datang tu.acano??bertambah lah kos perbelanjaan.hmmm..ok la.cancel dgn idea mantap yang sememangnya tak mantap tu..<br />
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ok.aku pilih atas air.dan ini muktamad.<br />
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ha..kek letak kat situ..nanti lepas aku ngan bini aku dah potong kek.aku tolak dia masuk dalam air..kahkahkah..siap lah kau...<br />
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tapi papehal.akan ku utarakan idea mantap ku ini kepada insan yang tersayang.makbapak aku.dan bakal isteri aku.muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-84016168679313196962012-11-11T22:57:00.000+08:002012-11-11T22:57:01.679+08:00otak,sila berubahhey otak.sekarang ni kau kena pikir belajar.belajar dan belajar.<br />
ketepikan pikir pasal kerja.<br />
kau dah ada kat uia dah ni.<br />
tapi kepala hotak tengah pikir ada kat rumah.<br />
pastu bangun pergi kerja.<br />
haiiiishhh. mana boleh.<br />
umur kau baru berapa.<br />
belajr itu keutamaan bagi kau la otak!<br />
kerja tu kerja sampingan.<br />
arrrgghh!!! cepat bertukar..cepat.bertukar dan berubah lah otak..<br />
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jangan culture shock sudah.<br />
aku taknak bangun pagi kang terus cari baju kerja.<br />
pastu cari knci motor.<br />
haha.<br />
sekarang kau kena pikir.<br />
bangun tidur je siap2 pakai baju kmeja pergi kelas.<br />
pencilcase jangan lupa.<br />
yang penting bawak pen sebatang.<br />
tu pon dah cukup.<br />
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computer.argghh.subjek yang bosan.<br />
membosankan.apatah lagi bila mengggunakan bahasa inggeris.<br />
bahasa penjajah.<br />
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haha..yup..benda tu realiti.contohnya macam bapa2 dan orang2 dewasa.diorang taknak anak diorang hisap rokok.tapi.atthesametime si penegur tu pon hisap rokok..lagi satu.if tetiba ada budak kecik datang kat aku minta lighter.aku pon takkan bagi.muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-32604088889619886352012-11-10T23:43:00.000+08:002012-11-10T23:43:05.775+08:00happiness is not about success<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /><br /><br />In Memory of Dr. Richard Teo (1972 - 2012)<br /><br />Below is the transcript of the talk of Dr. Richard Teo, who is a 40-year-old millionaire and cosmetic surgeon with a stage-4 lung cancer but selflessly came to share with the D1 class his life experience on 19-Jan-2012. He has just passed away few days ago on 18 October 2012.<br /><br /><span style="color: blue;">Hi good morning to all of you. My voice is a bit hoarse, so please bear with m<br />e. I thought I'll just introduce myself. My name is Richard, I'm a medical doctor. And I thought I'll just share some thoughts of my life. It's my pleasure to be invited by prof. Hopefully, it can get you thinking about how... as you pursue this.. embarking on your training to become dental surgeons, to think about other things as well.<br /><br />Since young, I am a typical product of today's society. Relatively successful product that society requires.. From young, I came from a below average family. I was told by the media... and people around me that happiness is about success. And that success is about being wealthy. With this mind-set, I've always be extremely competitive, since I was young.<br /><br />Not only do I need to go to the top school, I need to have success in all fields. Uniform groups, track, everything. I needed to get trophies, needed to be successful, I needed to have colours award, national colours award, everything. So I was highly competitive since young. I went on to medical school, graduated as a doctor. Some of you may know that within the medical faculty, ophthalmology is one of the most highly sought after specialities. So I went after that as well. I was given a traineeship in ophthalmology, I was also given a research scholarship by NUS to develop lasers to treat the eye.</span><br /><span style="color: red;">So in the process, I was given 2 patents, one for the medical devices, and another for the lasers. And you know what, all this academic achievements did not bring me any wealth. So once I completed my bond with MOH, I decided that this is taking too long, the training in eye surgery is just taking too long. And there's lots of money to be made in the private sector. If you're aware, in the last few years, there is this rise in aesthetic medicine. Tons of money to be made there. So I decided, well, enough of staying in institution, it's time to leave. So I quit my training halfway and I went on to set up my aesthetic clinic... in town, together with a day surgery centre.<br /><br />You know the irony is that people do not make heroes out average GP (general practitioner), family physicians. They don't. They make heroes out of people who are rich and famous. People who are not happy to pay $20 to see a GP, the same person have no qualms paying ten thousand dollars for a liposuction, 15 thousand dollars for a breast augmentation, and so on and so forth. So it's a no brainer isn't? Why do you want to be a gp? Become an aesthetic physician. So instead of healing the sick and ill, I decided that I'll become a glorified beautician. So, business was good, very good. It started off with waiting of one week, then became 3weeks, then one month, then 2 months, then 3 months. I was overwhelmed; there were just too many patients. Vanities are fantastic business. I employed one doctor, the second doctor, the 3rd doctor, the 4th doctor. And within the 1st year, we're already raking in millions. Just the 1st year. But never is enough because I was so obsessed with it. I started to expand into Indonesia to get all the rich Indonesian tai-tais who wouldn't blink an eye to have a procedure done. So life was really good.<br /><br />So what do I do with the spare cash. How do I spend my weekends? Typically, I'll have car club gatherings. I take out my track car, with spare cash I got myself a track car. We have car club gatherings. We'll go up to Sepang in Malaysia. We'll go for car racing. And it was my life. With other spare cash, what do i do? I get myself a Ferrari. At that time, the 458 wasn't out, it's just a spider convertible, 430. This is a friend of mine, a schoolmate who is a forex trader, a banker. So he got a red one, he was wanting all along a red one, I was getting the silver one.</span><br /><span style="color: white;">So what do I do after getting a car? It's time to buy a house, to build our own bungalows. So we go around looking for a land to build our own bungalows, we went around hunting. So how do i live my life? Well, we all think we have to mix around with the rich and famous. This is one of the Miss Universe. So we hang around with the beautiful, rich and famous. This by the way is an internet founder. So this is how we spend our lives, with dining and all the restaurants and Michelin Chefs you know.<br /><br />So I reach a point in life that I got everything for my life. I was at the pinnacle of my career and all. That's me one year ago in the gym and I thought I was like, having everything under control and reaching the pinnacle.<br /><br />Well, I was wrong. I didn't have everything under control. About last year March, I started to develop backache in the middle of nowhere. I thought maybe it was all the heavy squats I was doing. So I went to SGH, saw my classmate to do an MRI, to make sure it's not a slipped disc or anything. And that evening, he called me up and said that we found bone marrow replacement in your spine. I said, sorry what does that mean? I mean I know what it means, but I couldn't accept that. I was like “Are you serious?” I was still running around going to the gym you know. But we had more scans the next day, PET scans - positrons emission scans, they found that actually I have stage 4 terminal lung cancer. I was like "Whoa where did that come from?” It has already spread to the brain, the spine, the liver and the adrenals. And you know one moment I was there, totally thinking that I have everything under control, thinking that I've reached the pinnacle of my life. But the next moment, I have just lost it.<br /><br />This is a CT scan of the lungs itself. If you look at it, every single dot there is a tumour. We call this miliaries tumour. And in fact, I have tens of thousands of them in the lungs. So, I was told that even with chemotherapy, that I'll have about 3-4months at most. Did my life come crushing on, of course it did, who wouldn't? I went into depression, of course, severe depression and I thought I had everything.</span><br /><span style="color: lime;">See the irony is that all these things that I have, the success, the trophies, my cars, my house and all. I thought that brought me happiness. But i was feeling really down, having severe depression. Having all these thoughts of my possessions, they brought me no joy. The thought of... You know, I can hug my Ferrari to sleep, no... No, it is not going to happen. It brought not a single comfort during my last ten months. And I thought they were, but they were not true happiness. But it wasn't. What really brought me joy in the last ten months was interaction with people, my loved ones, friends, people who genuinely care about me, they laugh and cry with me, and they are able to identify the pain and suffering I was going through. That brought joy to me, happiness. None of the things I have, all the possessions, and I thought those were supposed to bring me happiness. But it didn't, because if it did, I would have felt happy think about it, when I was feeling most down..<br /><br />You know the classical Chinese New Year that is coming up. In the past, what do I do? Well, I will usually drive my flashy car to do my rounds, visit my relatives, to show it off to my friends. And I thought that was joy, you know. I thought that was really joy. But do you really think that my relatives and friends, whom some of them have difficulty trying to make ends meet, that will truly share the joy with me? Seeing me driving my flashy car and showing off to them? No, no way. They won’t be sharing joy with me. They were having problems trying to make ends meet, taking public transport. In fact i think, what I have done is more like you know, making them envious, jealous of all I have. In fact, sometimes even hatred.<br /><br />Those are what we call objects of envy. I have them, I show them off to them and I feel it can fill my own pride and ego. That didn't bring any joy to these people, to my friends and relatives, and I thought they were real joy.<br /><br />Well, let me just share another story with you. You know when I was about your age, I stayed in king Edward VII hall. I had this friend whom I thought was strange. Her name is Jennifer, we're still good friends. And as I walk along the path, she would, if she sees a snail, she would actually pick up the snail and put it along the grass patch. I was like why do you need to do that? Why dirty your hands? It’s just a snail. The truth is she could feel for the snail. The thought of being crushed to death is real to her, but to me it's just a snail. If you can't get out of the pathway of humans then you deserve to be crushed, it’s part of evolution isn't it? What an irony isn't it?<br /><br />There I was being trained as a doctor, to be compassionate, to be able to empathise; but I couldn't. As a house officer, I graduated from medical school, posted to the oncology department at NUH. And, every day, every other day I witness death in the cancer department. When I see how they suffered, I see all the pain they went through. I see all the morphine they have to press every few minutes just to relieve their pain. I see them struggling with their oxygen breathing their last breath and all. But it was just a job. When I went to clinic every day, to the wards every day, take blood, give the medication but was the patient real to me? They weren't real to me. It was just a job, I do it, I get out of the ward, I can't wait to get home, I do my own stuff.<br /><br />Was the pain, was the suffering the patients went through real? No. Of course I know all the medical terms to describe how they feel, all the suffering they went through. But in truth, I did not know how they feel, not until I became a patient. It is until now; I truly understand how they feel. And, if you ask me, would I have been a very different doctor if I were to re-live my life now, I can tell you yes I will. Because I truly understand how the patients feel now. And sometimes, you have to learn it the hard way.<br /><br />Even as you start just your first year, and you embark this journey to become dental surgeons, let me just challenge you on two fronts.<br /><br />Inevitably, all of you here will start to go into private practice. You will start to accumulate wealth. I can guarantee you. Just doing an implant can bring you thousands of dollars, it's fantastic money. And actually there is nothing wrong with being successful, with being rich or wealthy, absolutely nothing wrong. The only trouble is that a lot of us like myself couldn't handle it.<br /><br />Why do I say that? Because when I start to accumulate, the more I have, the more I want. The more I wanted, the more obsessed I became. Like what I showed you earlier on, all I can was basically to get more possessions, to reach the pinnacle of what society did to us, of what society wants us to be. I became so obsessed that nothing else really mattered to me. Patients were just a source of income, and I tried to squeeze every single cent out of these patients.</span><br /><span style="color: magenta;">A lot of times we forget, whom we are supposed to be serving. We become so lost that we serve nobody else but just ourselves. That was what happened to me. Whether it is in the medical, the dental fraternity, I can tell you, right now in the private practice, sometimes we just advise patients on treatment that is not indicated. Grey areas. And even though it is not necessary, we kind of advocate it. Even at this point, I know who are my friends and who genuinely cared for me and who are the ones who try to make money out of me by selling me "hope". We kind of lose our moral compass along the way. Because we just want to make money.<br /><br />Worse, I can tell you, over the last few years, we bad mouth our fellow colleagues, our fellow competitors in the industry. We have no qualms about it. So if we can put them down to give ourselves an advantage, we do it. And that's what happening right now, medical, dental everywhere. My challenge to you is not to lose that moral compass. I learnt it the hard way, I hope you don't ever have to do it.<br /><br />Secondly, a lot of us will start to get numb to our patients as we start to practise. Whether is it government hospitals, private practice, I can tell you when I was in the hospital, with stacks of patient folders, I can't wait to get rid of those folders as soon as possible; I can't wait to get patients out of my consultation room as soon as possible because there is just so many, and that's a reality. Because it becomes a job, a very routine job. And this is just part of it. Do I truly know how the patient feels back then? No, I don't. The fears and anxiety and all, do I truly understand what they are going through? I don't, not until when this happens to me and I think that is one of the biggest flaws in our system.<br /><br />We’re being trained to be healthcare providers, professional, and all and yet we don't know how exactly they feel. I'm not asking you to get involved emotionally, I don't think that is professional but do we actually make a real effort to understand their pain and all? Most of us won’t, alright, I can assure you. So don't lose it, my challenge to you is to always be able to put yourself in your patient's shoes.<br /><br />Because the pain, the anxiety, the fear are very real even though it's not real to you, it's real to them. So don't lose it and you know, right now I'm in the midst of my 5th cycle of my chemotherapy. I can tell you it’s a terrible feeling. Chemotherapy is one of those things that you don't wish even your enemies to go through because it's just suffering, lousy feeling, throwing out, you don't even know if you can retain your meals or not. Terrible feeling! And even with whatever little energy now I have, I try to reach out to other cancer patients because I truly understand what pain and suffering is like. But it's kind of little too late and too little.<br /><br />You guys have a bright future ahead of you with all the resource and energy, so I’m going to challenge you to go beyond your immediate patients. To understand that there are people out there who are truly in pain, truly in hardship. Don’t get the idea that only poor people suffer. It is not true. A lot of these poor people do not have much in the first place, they are easily contented. for all you know they are happier than you and me but there are out there, people who are suffering mentally, physically, hardship, emotionally, financially and so on and so forth, and they are real. We choose to ignore them or we just don't want to know that they exist.<br /><br />So do think about it alright, even as you go on to become professionals and dental surgeons and all. That you can reach out to these people who are in need. Whatever you do can make a large difference to them. I'm now at the receiving end so I know how it feels, someone who genuinely care for you, encourage and all. It makes a lot of difference to me. That’s what happens after treatment. I had a treatment recently, but I’ll leave this for another day. A lot of things happened along the way, that's why I am still able to talk to you today.</span><br /><span style="color: #f1c232;">I'll just end of with this quote here, it's from this book called Tuesdays with Morris, and some of you may have read it. Everyone knows that they are going to die; every one of us knows that. The truth is, none of us believe it because if we did, we will do things differently. When I faced death, when I had to, I stripped myself off all stuff totally and I focused only on what is essential. The irony is that a lot of times, only when we learn how to die then we learn how to live. I know it sounds very morbid for this morning but it's the truth, this is what I’m going through.<br /><br />Don’t let society tell you how to live. Don’t let the media tell you what you're supposed to do. Those things happened to me. And I led this life thinking that these are going to bring me happiness. I hope that you will think about it and decide for yourself how you want to live your own life. Not according to what other people tell you to do, and you have to decide whether you want to serve yourself, whether you are going to make a difference in somebody else's life. Because true happiness doesn't come from serving yourself. I thought it was but it didn't turn out that way.<br /><br />Also most importantly, I think true joy comes from knowing God. Not knowing about God – I mean, you can read the bible and know about God – but knowing God personally; getting a relationship with God. I think that’s the most important. That’s what I’ve learnt.<br /><br />So if I were to sum it up, I’d say that the earlier we sort out the priorities in our lives, the better it is. Don’t be like me – I had no other way. I had to learn it through the hard way. I had to come back to God to thank Him for this opportunity because I’ve had 3 major accidents in my past – car accidents. You know, these sports car accidents – I was always speeding , but somehow I always came out alive, even with the car almost being overturned. And I wouldn’t have had a chance. Who knows, I don’t know where else I’d be going to! Even though I was baptised it was just a show, but the fact that this has happened, it gave me a chance to come back to God.<br /><br />Few things I’d learnt though:<br />1. Trust in the Lord your God with all your heart – this is so important.<br />2. Is to love and serve others, not just ourselves.<br /><br />There is nothing wrong with being rich or wealthy. I think it’s absolutely alright, cos God has blessed. So many people are blessed with good wealth, but the trouble is I think a lot of us can’t handle it. The more we have, the more we want. I’ve gone through it, the deeper the hole we dig, the more we get sucked into it, so much so that we worship wealth and lose focus. Instead of worshipping God, we worship wealth. It’s just a human instinct. It’s just so difficult to get out of it.<br /><br />We are all professionals, and when we go into private practise, we start to build up our wealth – inevitably. So my thought are, when you start to build up wealth and when the opportunity comes, do remember that all these things don’t belong to us. We don’t really own it nor have rights to this wealth. It’s actually God’s gift to us. Remember that it’s more important to further His Kingdom rather than to further ourselves.<br /><br />Anyway I think that I’ve gone through it, and I know that wealth without God is empty. It is more important that you fill up the wealth, as you build it up subsequently, as professionals and all, you need to fill it up with the wealth of God.</span>muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-19782063501631359012012-11-03T23:10:00.000+08:002012-11-03T23:10:00.519+08:00hari hari kerja..sat lagi pukul 12 tgh malam aku kerja..kerja hape??kfc kfc kfc... bosanbosanbosan kan..tapi nak wat acano.. penat memang penat.tapi best,..mencabar .tak main lah kerja kt shopping complex ni..tak mencabar langsung.try lah kerja kfc kalau kau hebat..haha..kira aku dah hebat lah sekarang ni..<br />
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ha!.hari ni hari sabtu.hari khamis haritu.latip dgn gaybang datang kfc.tempat aku kerja..dah la petang tuh hujan lebat.aku dahla naik motor.hmm..alamatnye mmg basah kuyup lah aku bila sampai kat kfc. masuk2 kfc je..semua pandang.mana taknya,dah basah kuyup..seluar jela..baju tak.aku pkai sweater..kiki. nak pakai baju hujan tapi.cari kat rumah.tak jumpa.dgn dah lambat.so lenjan jela dalam hujan..<br />
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ok.mau gerak.siap2.nak p kerja.muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-16951391772808715962012-10-04T19:36:00.000+08:002012-10-04T19:36:22.342+08:00salahuddin al ayubi <br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" />Ketika Salahuddin masih kecil, beliau bermain dgn kanak² yg lain di jalanan. Ayahnya telah melihatnya, lantas mengambilnya keluar dari tengah² kumpulan kanak² itu. Lalu ayahnya menjulang tinggi Salahuddin dengan kedua belah tangannya.<br /><br />Ayahnya seorang lelaki yg berbadan tegap berkata: "Aku menikahi ibumu & ibumu melahirkanmu bukan untuk bermain² dgn kanak² yg lain. Akan tetapi, aku menikahi ibumu & ibumu melahirkanmu adalah SUPAYA KAMU MEMBEBASKAN MASJIDIL AQSA!!!"<br /><br /><br />Kemudian ayahnya pun melepaskan Salahuddin dari tangannya & Salahuddin pun jatuh ke tanah. Ayahnya melihat wajah anaknya & tahu bahawa anaknya itu sedang menahan kesakitan.<br /><br />Lantas ayahnya bertanya: "Sakitkah jatuh tadi?"<br /><br />Salahuddin menjawab: "Sakit."<br /><br />Ayahnya bertanya lagi: "Habis, kenapa tidak meraung kesakitan?"<br /><br />Salahuddin membalas: "Tidak wajar bagi seorang yg bakal membebaskan Masjidil Aqsa itu berteriak/meraung kesakitan."<br /><br />-rembat remaja cinta dakwah-fb-<br />
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........kalau bapak aku buat aku camtu kompom aku melalak.muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-58276813712051826152012-09-09T17:43:00.002+08:002012-09-09T17:43:39.492+08:00kau yang menyakitkan hati aku<div style="text-align: center;">
sekarang dah pukul 5 lebih,..</div>
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aku dah tunggu kau dari pukul 3 tadi.</div>
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dah dua jam.</div>
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penat aku tunggu.</div>
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tadi kau buat masalah..</div>
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aku sabar je.</div>
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sabar dan sabar dan sabar.</div>
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sampai misai dan janggut yg baru aku shave td pon dah tumbuh balik.</div>
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ni semua salah kau,.</div>
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salah kau.salah kau,</div>
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aku rasa nak je aku sepak kau.</div>
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tapi tak sampai hati.</div>
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kang aku gak nak guna kau,</div>
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..kalau takda kau..</div>
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hidup aku susah.susah.</div>
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boleh je aku guna tangan.</div>
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tapi hari ni aku tak larat.</div>
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so aku perlukan kau,</div>
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amat amat memerlukan kau,.</div>
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tapi kau buta hal pulak,</div>
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bila aku tak perlukan kau,</div>
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kau ok je.</div>
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mantap je.</div>
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tapi bila time aku perlukan kau..</div>
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macam macam ragam kau buat,.</div>
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saja je nak suruh aku guna tangan.</div>
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now kau dah ok.</div>
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tapi dan dan pulak air takda.</div>
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so kau stuck.</div>
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otak aku pon stuck .</div>
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ikut kau.</div>
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haiiissshh..</div>
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dunia dunia.</div>
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sentiasa penuh dgn cabaran,</div>
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penat tahu tak tunggu kau!</div>
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takpe.lepas ni aku cari baru.</div>
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kau tak guna.</div>
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elok bila tidak diperlukan.</div>
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barai bila diperlukan.</div>
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<br /><br />"Saya Nak Kahwin".. ♥<br /><br /> Ummi Buya.. "Saya Nak Kahwin".. ♥<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin. <br /><br /><br /><br /> Janganlah bersusah hati kalau dia ingin berkahwin, kerana pernikahan itu membuka seribu pintu rezeki. Perkahwinan atas nama Islam, sudah pasti akan diredhai Allah.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Janganlah dihalang keinginannya, kerana Allah sudah berjanji, barangsiapa berkahwin keranaNya pasti akan dipermudah segala urusan.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Jangan sesekali risau pasal pelajaran, kerana ia takkan pernah berhenti. Hatta sampai ke mati sekalipun, ilmu takkan pernah habis dicari.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Walaupun dia belum bekerja, bukan bermaksud dia tidak boleh menyara bakal isterinya. Sudah tercatat di dalam Quran, orang miskin sekalipun pasti akan dimampukan oleh Allah lepas berkahwin.<br /> <br /> Mak abah, saya nak kahwin..<br /> <br /> Jangan risau anakmu dapat bayi atau tidak. Nikah itu sendiri bukan jaminan untuk dapat bayi, kerana semua itu adalah kerja Allah. Lagipun anakmu itu sudah ada perancangannya yang tersendiri.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Berkahwin itu menghalang maksiat. Daripada dia melihat perempuan di sana sini, lebih baik dia melihat isterinya saja. Dapat pahala lagi.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Dengan berkahwin, anakmu akan jadi lebih bersemangat, bila ada kekasih yang selalu setia memberi dorongan. Kerja juga menjadi lebih produktif.<br /><br /><div>
Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin..<br /> <br /> Percayalah yang dia sudah bersedia untuk bertanggungjawab. Jika ditanya mana-mana suami isteri pun, sudah pasti tiada yang mengatakan mereka berkahwin sekadar suka-suka.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Jangan dilihat kematangan pada usia, tapi lihatlah pada peribadi dirinya. Jika dia sudah bersedia menjadi pemimpin, maka benarkanlah dia jadi pemimpin kepada isterinya pula<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Ilmu agamanya sedikit cuma, tapi tiada pernah berhenti mencari ilmu. Maka doakanlah supaya dia dapat menjadi seorang lelaki/wanita yang lebih soleh/solehah.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin..<br /> <br /> Usia remajanya mengajar seribu erti kehidupan. Kini sudah sampai masanya untuk anakmu melangkah ke alam dewasa pula, bagi meraih lebih banyak pengalaman.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Semua ini hanyalah keinginan anakmu saja. Namun kiranya tiada dipersetujui, anakmu terima sepenuh hati. Kerana dia juga tahu, bagaimana untuk menghormati keputusan kedua orang tuanya.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Andai kiranya kalian bersetuju ingin mendapat anak menantu, maka izinkanlah anakmu ini mencari calonnya. InsyaAllah, bukan calon isteri yang dicari, tapi calon ibu kepada cucumu yang akan dicari.<br /> <br /> Ummi Buya, saya nak kahwin.<br /> <br /> Apa pun jua keputusan dipilih, semoga Allah sentiasa memberkati. Dan semoga pilihan itu adalah yang terbaik. Sama-samalah kita berharap kepadaNya.<br /> <br /> Ya Allah, permudahkanlah segala urusan anakummi dan buya ini, amin.. </div>
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....aku tahu ummi dan buya tak baca entri ni sebab kalian tak ada blog dan tak tahu pon alang ada blog.aku harap mereka akan tahu bila Allah sampaikan hasrat hati aku ni kepada ummi dan buya.ceyyyhhh..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>
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tiba2 aku rasa nak raya rumah hasif.walaupun jauh tapi ku relakan juga,tapi aku pergi rumah syafiq omar dulu lah.<br />
bila dah sampai rumah syafiq omar .makan nasi.dapat duit raya.<span style="color: #cc0000;">RM10 </span>tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... makaseh ya bagi duit raya.aku chaw.heading to rumah hasif.aku mesej beliau.dan beliau kata beliau free.<br />
aku dah semangat dah ni.aku kat batu berendam time tu.aku bawah <span style="color: #274e13;">160</span> kot. punya lah nak sampai awal kat rumah dia. bila aku mesej tiba2 dia tak reply,eh.apsal ni.aku bengang la.tunggu punya tunggu kat bus stop.lepak jap,tiba2 dia miskol.kuajaq! dia tidur,...sejam aku tunggu kau tahu tak! dah la time tu panas,...at least bagi lah alamat rumah.contact awek dia.puuuiiihhh..awek kau pon sama perangai cam kau,!! ok dah..haha,,itu je,muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-35435045589016980432012-07-27T20:30:00.002+08:002012-07-27T20:30:29.836+08:00impian tinggi gilloooassalamualaikum..<br />
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<span style="color: red;">AKU PANGKAH SALAM SATU MALAYSIA!!</span><br />
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masa aku kecik aku ada impian yang tingginya setinggi gunung everest.tapi lagi tinggi dari tu.<br />
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tapi ada khabar ckp osama ni tak wujud.taliban pon tak kenal sape.yg diorg tau ialah Tim Osman..pastu ada pulak yg ckp al qaeda pon tak wujud.just us pnye propa.<br />
<br />muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-29366523885628336042012-07-27T03:57:00.000+08:002012-07-27T03:57:02.398+08:00hatiku dijentikmalam ni secara tiba-tiba aku teringat akan Allah.bukanlah bermaksud aku sudah melupakan Allah tetapi malam ni aku rasa lain sikit.bila kita duduk seorang diri secara automatiknya kita akan muhasabah diri kita.kadang2 sengaja aku sisihkan diriku dengan manusia2 lain. mengenangkan kembali dosa2 yang lama.dosa2 yang baru.masih segar.masih merah. apalah yang hendak dibanggakan dengan pahala yang sedikit.jika ditimbang dengan Al-Mizan,sudah semestinya peluangku untuk masuk ke syurga Allah amatlah tipis.maka dicampak aku ke dalam tempat orang2 yg banyak dosanya.<br />
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bila kita buat dosa segerakanlah bertaubat.tak kisahlah dosa besar or dosa kecil.asalkn kita bertaubat..tapi kita masih melakukan maksiat selepas bertaubat.yup.iman manusia sentiasa bertambah dan berkurang. harini kita bertaubat nasuha. tapi esoknya kita buat lagi dosa tu.maka perlunya kita sentiasa bertaubat dan berusaha sedaya upaya mengelakkan diri kita drpd melakukan dosa itu lagi.<br />
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cara nak elak drpd buat banyak dosa.sentiasa berdampingan dengan orang2 baik dan soleh. moga nanti mereka akan selalu ingatkn kita tentang Allah.selalu beri tazkirah.itu bagus.<br />
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tapi ni aku bukan jenis yang suka sangat kawan ngan mereka2 yang alim.<br />
hehe..acano ni?<br />
sudah gelapkah jiwa ku ini?<br />
atau hanya sekadar kehendak ego ku yang tinggi??<br />
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nanti aku pikir..<br />
dan akan selalu memikirkan.<br />
menjadi lebih baik.<br />
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selesai sudah kelas Understanding Islam selama sejam.sejam rasa macam lama.sebab madam dok berleter kat depan.walaupun benda yang dia bebelkan tu just benda basic bout Islam.tapi sedikit sebanyak mengingatkan aku kembali kepada ajaran Islam.yela.sape la yg nak ingatkan kita pasal benda2 ni bila kita kat universiti.kalau kat sekolah dulu yelah.selalu.ada tazkirah la.taklim la.halaqah la.liqoq la.ceramah la.<br />
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tadi madam sentuh bab solat.baru aku tahu betapa pentingnya solat itu ke atas individu.solat tu benda pertama yang Allah tanya kat padang masyhar nanti.wow! seram bai..kalau bab solat tak pass.soalan2 lain kompom makin susah nak jawab.dah la bukan mulut yg jawabkan,tapi anggota badan.kalau kat dunia bolehlah nak cover.tapi bila kat sana nanti.mmg tak boleh cover2 dah.<br />
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Allah.banyak betul dosa aku.solat pon cukup2 ayam.kadang2 termissed solat.uwaa..banyak betul dosa aku.aku dah boleh bayangkan dah macam mane aku nnti kat sana.kompom gua masuk neraka.uwaaa. tak sanggup aku.kompom ketaq aku nak jawab soalan nanti.<br />
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aku selalu berniat untuk berubah menjadi lebih baik.tapi iman aku tak kuat,selalu tumpas di tangan syaiton.lemah bebenor imanku.aku taknak la ummi n buya aku dipertanggungjawabkan atas dosa2 aku. aku taknak mereka turut mendapat dosa disebabkan aku.arrrghhh..tak sanggup aku jadi camtu.sehari dua je aku jadi baik .lepastu start la balik perangai lama.kalau baik sikit ada lah aku baca Al-Quran.zikir. search meaning ayat Al-Quran.dan segala bagai.tapi bila dah sampai tahap bila iman menurun.semua lari entah ke mana.<br />
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bila pikir pasal solat.akan terautomatiknya aku pikir pasal mati.aku takut nanti kalau aku mati aku tak sempat nak mengucap.aku takut aku tak sempat bertaubat sebelum mati.aku taknak mati dalam keadaan kafir.aku nak sangat mati kat Mekkah.n aku nak aku dikebumikan kat sana.<br />
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bila madam dok bercerita pasal rukun Islam terutamanya pasal solat kat depan.aku dok pandang bawah.malu.malu dengan diri sendiri.malu dengan perangai aku.orang lain boleh jadi baik.kenapa aku tak boleh.Allah dah tutup pintu hati aku ke.atau.jauh sangat ke aku menyimpang.atau.mungkin disebabkan dosa aku yang terlalu banyak sampai susah nak jadi baik. yup.aku yakin dan pasti dosa aku terlalu banyak kalau nak dibandingkan dengan pahala aku yang seciput ni.<br />
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Allah masih bagi aku peluang hidup ni sebab Allah nak aku berubah.sebab tu Allah tak ambil lagi nyawa aku. tapi aku tak gunakan peluang tu betul2.makin byk dosa aku buat.tak sedar diri punya manusia.penat parents aku didik aku dari kecik.kadang2 bila aku nak buat dosa tu,adalah aku pikir pasal dorang. tapi aku still buat gak. no offense..<br />
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madam cakap.parents zaman sekarang ni hanya mendidik anak2 mereka membaca Al-Quran. tanpa memahami maksud ayat.kalau orang Arab tu.diorang menangis bila dengar ayat Al-Quran.sebab diiorang faham maksud ayat tu.kita hanya menghafal.tanpa mengetahui maksud surah.adalah lebih baik menghafal dan mengetahui maknanya.aku adalah lah faham sikit2 maksud ayat .tapi sikit jela.hafal pon sikit je.Allah.malunya aku.macam mana aku nak mengadap Kau ni.<br />
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sia-sia je Allah hidupkan aku kat atas muka bumi ni .tapi buat banyak dosa.tapi aku tahu aku boleh berubah ke arah yang lebih baik.insyaAllah.akan ku usaha sedaya mungkin ke arah itu.muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-64811174520694269872012-07-11T23:05:00.002+08:002012-07-11T23:05:26.861+08:00hospital macam ni ke?? #2assalamualaikum.dah lama aku bajet nak update benda ni.tapi aku busy teramat dan malas.<br />
aku nak sambung sikit suasana hospital.aku pon taktau apa yg menarik minat aku sampai aku nak update .yela ka.. hospital je pon.tak grand langsung.<br />
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dalam bilik aku ni ada sorang pakcik.namanya aku tahu.sejak aku masuk hospital tu(dah lama dah), aku tengok dan dok perhati je.takde sape yang datang melawat dia.kecian dia. bila time melawat tu,mesti dia dok tengok jam.yela.dia pakai jam.memang dok tgk jam je la keje dia.aku pon pelik.apa yang dia dok tunggu ni. aku pon ada lah sikit kemusykilan yang timbul kat kepala hutak aku nih.nak tanye??mmg rajin pulak aku.<br />
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lagi satu kalau time melawat mesti dia dok call orang.tak tahu sape yg dia call.aku agak mesti dia call anak2 or sedara2 dia suruh datang or bila nak datang.muka dia sumpah kesian.bukan nak kutuk tapi memang kesian gila oooo.. anak2 dia pon tak kan la tak kesian kat bapak dia tu.kesian sorang2 kat hospital.kompom dia bosan.dah la dia tak borak2 ngn sape2.senyum pon tak.memang org nak tegur dia pon pikir dua tiga kali.haha<br />
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ha.nampak tak??kesian dia.bila time dia keluar wad tuh.bukan main seronok lagi muka dia aku tengok.siap tersengeh-sengeh lagi kat pesakit lain.haha.kalau bapak aku yg masuk hospital.kompom tiap2 masa aku jaga bapak aku,.ok salam.<br /><br />muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-55985043588907289692012-07-01T16:28:00.001+08:002012-07-01T16:28:28.798+08:00y repeat!!!!argghhh.jemu sudah aku dengan kelas.<br />
tiap2 hari kelas.budak2 lain sume chill je kat bilik<br />
rumets aku tiap2 masa tidor.<br />
almaklumlah takde kelas.<br />
if ada pon mmg sikit gila.<br />
tapi aku???y so many classes maaaa...<br />
why??why??<br />
guwa jeles.hampa la weyh<br />
semangat nk g kelas hancoss<br />
awal2 tu ada lah.<br />
siap 15minit awal aku datang kelas.<br />
penat tu mmg penat lah.<br />
kau bygknlah kelas aku dah la kne naik tangga pastu kat ujong dunia lagi.<br />
tah mana ceruk tah uia sumbat<br />
repeat??itu perit.aku belajar bnde sama. bosan woooo<br />
aku siap dah hafal ape lecturer tu nk cakap.siap dah boleh wat cerpen dah ayat2 dia tuh<br />
semua soklan mdm aku boleh jawab.<br />
tapi aku tak jawab. t budak2 kate aku bajet terer lah pulak.<br />
so aku mendiamkn diri dlm kelas .except for english class.<br />
aku layan dunia aku.mawar khalayan<br />
madam dok bebel.aku start berangan.<br />
if bosan,aku just perhatikan perangai budak2 kelas.<br />
ada yg muka toyer.muka bosan cm aku.<br />
ada yg tgh korek idung then kantoi ngn aku.tapi guwa diam je.<br />
taknk bukak aib.haha.kesian kau.<br />
if bosan lagi aku mesti pg fon.<br />
tggu sesape nk msg aku.<br />
kot2 celcom ada antar msg .<br />
if kelas 2jam tu,adalah dalam 17kali aku tgk fon aku.<br />
tu mmg dah bosan habeh dah tu.<br />
ataupon aku amek testpad then lipat dua pastu aku mengarut bagai kt atas testpad tu.<br />
kiranya madam cm nmpk aku nga buat note.<br />
ada lah sorg mamat tu perasan.then dia tanya<br />
"kau tulis ape tu"... erk..takde pape.<br />
haha..aku igt nk balik bilik je.then layan Hawaii 5-0.muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-12784468458158826692012-06-20T09:58:00.002+08:002012-06-20T10:16:04.595+08:00hah! aku lambat.<div style="text-align: center;">
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aku dah tidur awal kot mlm td.tp still bgn lambat.</div>
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aku bangun pukul 7.49pg..oh shhittt...<br />
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aku chill dulu b4 pergi mandi.then aku siap pukul 8.07pg.<br />
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adalah sikit sesat tym nak cari kelas.nassib baik naluri kelakian aku mantap<br />
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tp kesian plak kt budak yg pkai wheelchair tu.</div>
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dy kate susah nk gerak.</div>
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now aku dah kat bilik.kelas patut abeh pukul 11</div>
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tp madam abehkan awal.</div>
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tu yg aku ngah update blog ni.</div>
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kalau tak mmg tak sempat.</div>
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tapi kau tau first week ni mmg klas abeh awal.or takde class.</div>
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itu biasa.</div>
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n aku memang expect keadaan ini berlaku.</div>
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hehe.</div>
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ygg sedihnya aku tak kenal sorg pon classmates aku.</div>
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itu sedih.</div>
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tapi cm biasa lah perangai aku</div>
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buat2 kenal .</div>
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hehe.</div>
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budakperempuan sorg pon aku ta kenal.</div>
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dah la tadi takde sesi introduce.</div>
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haha.mcm kt sekolah lah pulak nak introduce2 nih.</div>
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tapi itulah hal.itu lah cara tok cepat kenal our classmates.</div>
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pas abeh kelas english aku terus gerak balik bilik</div>
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..niat hati nk g makan dulu kat cafe tapi apakan daya.</div>
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im alone.</div>
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nanti sape nk pegangkan makanan aku.</div>
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so terpaksa lah aku naik bilik dlm keadaan lapar n kehausan</div>
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dahaga.</div>
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kenalah tunggu lunch.</div>
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brunch..</div>
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otw nak balek bilik.</div>
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madam jalan sekali ngn aku.</div>
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borak sekejap.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">then dy bla entah kemana.</span></div>
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tammat</div>muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-59392141110091090262012-06-18T22:18:00.002+08:002012-06-18T22:32:56.061+08:00aku berpeluh kaw2<div style="text-align: center;">
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disebabkn UIA sungguh cerdik dan pintar<br />
maka telah mengambil pelajar sampai overlimit..</div>
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lantas dan pantas mnyebabkn keadaan UIA ni mcm tin sardin yg telah dimasukkn 3tin sardin ke dalamnya<br />
alkisah aku g dinner kt cafe mamak.ali bistro<br />
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aku ckp kau.pack kaw2 punya..</div>
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sampai aircond tak rasa langsung..</div>
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dan tak semena mena peluh jantan aku keluar..</div>
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puuuiiihhh</div>
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panas gila baq hang..</div>
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mmg rasa nk bla..</div>
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tp nasi dah ambik..</div>
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dah la byk..</div>
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aku mkn sambil merasa peluh aku keluar dr tubuh jantan aku ni.</div>
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sumpah geli nk cite..</div>
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haha.</div>
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kan kan..<br />
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aku makan laju2 sampai rasa nk tersedak..</div>
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aku rembat air member sebelah..</div>
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pastu amek tisu..</div>
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aku lap2..</div>
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pastu aku chill..</div>
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then peluh semakin berkuran..</div>
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after 5minit</div>
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jengjengjeng..</div>
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peluh sudah tamat keluar dr tubuh.</div>
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yeaaahhhh..</div>
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<br /></div>muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-32646971145587083842012-06-18T03:01:00.001+08:002012-06-18T03:01:33.358+08:00sampai sudah di sini<div style="text-align: center;">
yoooooo!!!...</div>
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sudah sampai di bumi tempat untuk belajar.</div>
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mane lagi an..UIA lah pastinya.</div>
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now ngah bosan..member sudah tidur.</div>
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awal pulak tuh.</div>
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semestinya aku bosan bila keseorangan</div>
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semestinya</div>
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malas nk taip panjang lebar.</div>
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mungkin esok.</div>
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mungkin</div>
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yg pasti esok dah start kelas.</div>
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except for me.</div>
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coz aku special case.</div>
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now dah pukul around 3 am</div>
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but im still cant sleep.</div>
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i don noe why..</div>
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should i telan panadol 2 bijik.??</div>
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hmm..</div>
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kalau lah tidur itu senang..</div>
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esok kne pakai kemeja.</div>
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standard la.dress code.</div>
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tp kadang2 peraturan itu menyusahkn.</div>
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kadang2.</div>
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bkn selalu.</div>
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so aku ambil jalan senang.</div>
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pakai kemeja yg nampak mcm dah iron.</div>
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haha,,</div>
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n pakai seluar yg nmpak mcm dah iron.</div>
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itu bukan kebiasaan.</div>
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tapi aku dalam kes terpaksa.</div>
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assalamualaikum...</div>
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<br /></div>muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-85516288172841394562012-06-08T23:45:00.000+08:002012-06-08T23:45:34.289+08:00ah..peduli hape.<span style="font-size: large;">aku tahu lah bagi korg budak2 uia dpt cuti extend tu best or tak.tapi bagi aku ia adalah sesuatu yg hampeh..tau tak aku dah bosan duduk rumah.dah 3bln aku duk rumah..haiisshh..tak sanggup lg dah nak duk umah je..so dgn muktamad dan mutakhir nye aku dah decided bahawasanya aku balek esok pagi..tp tak sure ag gerak kol bape..bergantung kpd bapak aku ni..haha..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">start semalam aku dah start packing barang2 aku yg banyak nk mmpus ni..mcm nk lari rumah ada jugak..adik aku siap tanye..alang!banyaknye barang,.haha..kesah plak..n td bru je siap packing segala barang..sementara itu budak2 laen sedang syiok berjimba..lepak2..usha2 tv..aku dah ready nk balek uia..aku tak sayang uia.tapi aku dah bosan dok umah je..tp aku dgr cite uia tak bg balek b4 ahad ni..so aku peduli hape...risiko itu best!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">tapi sebenarnye aku balek awal sebab aku nak g lepak ngn member2 aku..ad event..nak maen futsal..tapi aku tgk jela..kaki pon tak elok lagi..hehe..aku nak lepak je ngn dorg..lame dah tak jumpe diorang...ceyhh..puihhh...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">so aftr futsal tu aku bajet nk tido umah cipot..hehe..tapi semua plan aku ni hancurs kalau uia tak bg kunci bilik esok..mmg celaka lah an..haha..tp peduli hape..aku ada backup plan untuk segala kemungkinan..haha..smart kan aku??hehe..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ok jap lagi ..dlm 15minit euro 2012 dah nak start..opening poland vs greece..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">ok chaw...wiiihuuuuu..</span>muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-59383026871238401282012-06-04T23:44:00.000+08:002012-06-04T23:44:25.189+08:00hospital macam ni ke??aku tak tahu lah memang suasana kat hospital macam ni.aku dah lame tah masuk hospital..adalah dalam 10 tahun lebih tak menjejakkan kaki ke hospital..adalah lah jugak rindu pada bau2 ubat,bau lantai ,,haha..macam2 lagi la..tp yg agak kelakarnye..haha...meh aku story jap..<br />
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aku sampai kt hospital pukul 10.30 pg tp aku baru dapat jumpa doctor pukul 12.30 tgahari.memang menguji kesabaran akusungguh masa tu..haha..dgn bapak aku yg hilang entah ke mana.maka tinggal lah aku seorang diri bersama sepasang tongkat yg sellau menjadi peneman hidupku kini..ditambah lagi dgn sebotol air 100 plus dan surat kabar..aku duduk la kat kerusi yg panjang.hmmm...sblh aku ada la sorg perempuan ni.muka toyer je..haha..aku yg sakit ni pon boleh je cool n steady cm org tak sakit..<br />
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5 minit pastu aku dah bohsan tahap hanjing..so aku bagi la sape2 duduk kt tempat aku.haha..pelik kan..<br />
aku nak cite kat sini yg tym tu org ramai gile kat hospital..time tu la..mmg cm pasar.sesak gile..tmpt duduk pon full.siap berebut nk duduk..org yg tak sakit kebanyakannye yg dpt duduk..org yg sakit pulak berdiri..hayya..dunia sudah terbalik maaa..punca???tanya diri sendiri la..adakah manusia di zaman moden ni semakin tak prihatin dgn keadaan??atau pun manusia semakin mementingkan diri sendiri??dan hanya menutup mata melihat penderitaan dan kesusahan org lain..hayya..patutnya org yg tak sakit ni bg la tmpt duduk dorg tu kt org yg lebih memerlukan..ish2..aku plak yg serba salah duduk n nmpak org sakit ngah berdiri..ish2.<br />
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konflik yg kedua..aku saje biarkan suratkabar aku kt ats kerusi sbb aku susah nk pegang..yellaaa..dua2 tangan aku pgg tongkat..aku hanya ada dua tangan..kiri dan kanan.sob3..so lame pastu tetiba da sorg minah ni ambik suratkabar aku then bace..ok lagi..tp yg tak tahan tu siap main passing2 lagi suratkabah aku tu..tym tu cm da bengang sikit la..dahla tak minta izin..tp bila aku pikir balik,,hmmm takpela..kau bace la..haha<br />
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20 minit kemudian.....jengjengjeng<br />
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time ngah syok2 tgk tv tu aku tibe2 dgr ada sorg pakcik ni marah2..aku tak tahu pahal..gile hape..memekak kat hospital..haha..hmm...lama pastu.pakcik ni rupanya tak puashati ngn service yg diberikan oleh staff hospital..haha..lama pastu bapak aku pulak yg mengamuk .yela..ward dah la jaoh..boleh pulak staff tu sruh aku p sndiri kat ward tu..pala hotak anda..dah la aku pakai tongkat..silalah beri belas kasihan anda tu..ish2..<br />
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ok chaw...selesaimuttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703035238214478340.post-77876650441250707202012-06-04T22:55:00.000+08:002012-06-04T22:55:08.909+08:00bermulanya hariku di hospitalaku mencanaikan tulisan aku di Hospital Melaka.sepatutnya harini aku just ada appoinment dgn doctor..tp benda lain pulak jadi.aku kena tahan masuk wad pulak sebab doctor kata tulang kaki aku ni tak cantum lagi..dah 3bulan,but yet tak cantum lagi.amat menyedihkan..makanya setelah berbincang dgn ayah aku dan doctor yg check aku tu,aku bakal di operate untuk masukkan besi kat dlm kaki kanan aku ni ha..sekaligus mensia siakan masa 3bulan aku tu dgn amat sia sia..huh..sedih bhaii!<div>
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tapi takpe..aku tahu semua ni salah aku..patutnye awal2 lagi kat PPUM aku dah sruh doctor masukkan besi.tapi aku yg degil.yela.aku taknak kaki aku berparut .ni tak lawa la an...haha..aset tu bhaii..so direct lepas appoinment aku terus daftar masuk wad.so sekarang,aku sedang update blog sambil erlantar di atas katil hospital yg tak berapa nk best ni..bersama bantal yg keras..dah la kene pakai kain hospital..alasan dy,nak bg doctor senang check kaki aku..cm takde kaitan je.haha..</div>
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now aku dah 9 jam berada di hospital..tinggal bersama2 pesakit2 yg lain..kat dpn aku pesakit Cina.</div>
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kat sebelah aku pulak pesakit melayu yg umurnya 85 tahun..hmm..nanti2 lah aku cerita pasal diorang..syahdu lah pulak aku tgk diorang ni..</div>
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ok chaw...weeeehhhuuuu</div>muttaqinazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657819594318157459noreply@blogger.com0