Balance Sheet of Life

September 2nd, 2007 by juras

Balance Sheet of Life

Our Birth is our Opening Balance

Our Death is our Closing Balance

Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities

Our Creative Ideas are our Assets

Heart is our Current Asset

Soul is our Fixed Asset

Brain is our Fixed Deposit

Thinking is our Current Account

Achievements are our Capital

Character & Morals, our Stock-in-trade

Friends are our General Reserves

Values & Behavior are our Goodwill

Patience is our Interest Earned

Love is our Dividend

Children are our Bonus Issues

Education is Brands / Patents

Knowledge is our Investment

Experience is our Premium Account

The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet
Accurately.

The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts
Award.

 

 Some very
good and very bad things

The most
destructive habit……. ……… ……
Worry 

The
greatest Joy……… ……… ……… ….
Giving 

The
greatest loss…….. ……..
Loss of
self-respect
 

The most
satisfying work…….. …….
Helping
others
 

The
ugliest personality trait……. ……
 Selfishness 

The most
endangered species….. ….
 Dedicated
leaders
 

Our
greatest natural resource…. ……… ..
Our youth 

The
greatest "shot in the arm"…….. ..
Encouragement

The
greatest problem to overcome…. ……… ….
 Fear 

The most
effective sleeping pill……..
Peace of
mind

The most
crippling failure disease….. …….
 Excuses 

The most
powerful force in life…….. ………. .
 Love 

The most
dangerous pariah…… ……… …
A gossiper 

The
world’s most incredible computer…. ….
 The
brain
 

The worst
thing to be without….. ……… …..
Hope 

The
deadliest weapon…… ……… ……..
The tongue 

The two
most power filled words……. ……..
"I
Can"
 

The
greatest asset……. ……… ……… …..
Faith 

The most
worthless emotion….. ……… ….
 Self-
pity

The most
beautiful attire…… ……… …….
SMILE! 

The most
prized possession.. ……… …..
 Integrity 

The most
powerful channel of communication. ….
Prayer 

The most
contagious spirit…… ……… ..
 Enthusiasm 

The most
important thing in life…….. ……… .

Almighty ALLAH SWT 

 

 Everyone
needs this list
 

to
live by…

Speech at Harvard by Bill Gates

September 2nd, 2007 by juras

Speech at Harvard by Bill Gates

"From those to whom much is given,
much is expected."

Microsoft chairman Bill Gates
delivers the Commencement address at

Harvard

University

in

Cambridge

,

Massachusetts

.

Text of the speech given by Microsoft chairman Bill Gates at Harvard
University on June 7, 2007.

President Bok, former President Rudenstine, incoming President Faust, members
of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty,
parents, and especially, the graduates: I’ve been waiting more than 30 years to
say this: "Dad, I always told you I’d come back and get my degree."

I want to thank Harvard for this timely honour. I’ll be changing my job next
year … and it will be nice to finally have a college degree on my resume.

I applaud the graduates today for taking a much more direct route to your
degrees. For my part, I’m just happy that the Crimson has called me
"Harvard’s most successful dropout." I guess that makes me
valedictorian of my own special class … I did the best of everyone who
failed.

But I also want to be recognised as the guy who got Steve Ballmer to drop out of business school. I’m a
bad influence. That’s why I was invited to speak at your graduation. If I had
spoken at your orientation, fewer of you might be here today.

Harvard was just a phenomenal experience for me. Academic life was fascinating.
I used to sit in on lots of classes I hadn’t even signed up for. And dorm life
was terrific. I lived up at Radcliffe, in Currier House. There were always lots
of people in my dorm room late at night discussing things, because everyone
knew I didn’t worry about getting up in the morning. That’s how I came to be
the leader of the anti-social group. We clung to each other as a way of
validating our rejection of all those social people.

Radcliffe was a great place to live. There were more women up there, and most
of the guys were science-math types. That combination offered me the best odds,
if you know what I mean. This is where I learned the sad lesson that improving
your odds doesn’t guarantee success.

One of my biggest memories of Harvard came in January 1975, when I made a call
from Currier House to a company in

Albuquerque

that
had begun making the world’s first personal computers. I offered to sell them
software.

I worried that they would realise I was just a student in a dorm and hang up on
me. Instead they said: "We’re not quite ready, come see us in a
month," which was a good thing, because we hadn’t written the software
yet. From that moment, I worked day and night on this little extra credit
project that marked the end of my college education and the beginning of a
remarkable journey with Microsoft.

What I remember above all about Harvard was being in the midst of so much
energy and intelligence. It could be exhilarating, intimidating, sometimes even
discouraging, but always challenging. It was an amazing privilege - and though
I left early, I was transformed by my years at Harvard, the friendships I made,
and the ideas I worked on.

But taking a serious look back … I do have one big regret.

I left Harvard with no real awareness of the awful inequities in the world -
the appalling disparities of health, and wealth, and opportunity that condemn
millions of people to lives of despair.

I learned a lot here at Harvard about new ideas in economics and politics. I
got great exposure to the advances being made in the sciences.
But humanity’s greatest advances are not in its discoveries - but in how those
discoveries are applied to reduce inequity. Whether through democracy, strong
public education, quality health care, or broad economic opportunity - reducing
inequity is the highest human achievement.

I left campus knowing little about the millions of young people cheated out of
educational opportunities here in this country. And I knew nothing about the
millions of people living in unspeakable poverty and disease in developing
countries.

It took me decades to find out.

You graduates came to Harvard at a different time. You know more about the
world’s inequities than the classes that came before. In your years here, I
hope you’ve had a chance to think about how - in this age of accelerating
technology - we can finally take on these inequities, and we can solve them.

Imagine, just for the sake of discussion, that you had a few hours a week and a
few dollars a month to donate to a cause - and you wanted to spend that time
and money where it would have the greatest impact in saving and improving
lives. Where would you spend it?

For Melinda and for me, the challenge is the same: how can we do the most good
for the greatest number with the resources we have. During our discussions on
this question, Melinda and I read an article about the millions of children who
were dying every year in poor countries from diseases that we had long ago made
harmless in this country. Measles, malaria, pneumonia, hepatitis B, yellow
fever. One disease I had never even heard of, rotavirus, was killing half a
million kids each year - none of them in the

United
  States

.

We were shocked. We had just assumed that if millions of children were dying
and they could be saved, the world would make it a priority to discover and
deliver the medicines to save them. But it did not. For under a dollar, there
were interventions that could save lives that just weren’t being delivered.

If you believe that every life has equal value, it’s revolting to learn that
some lives are seen as worth saving and others are not. We said to ourselves:
"This can’t be true. But if it is true, it deserves to be the priority of
our giving." So we began our work in the same way anyone here would begin
it. We asked: "How could the world let these children die?"

The answer is simple, and harsh. The market did not reward saving the lives of
these children, and governments did not subsidise it. So the children died
because their mothers and their fathers had no power in the market and no voice
in the system.

But you and I have both.

We can make market forces work better for the poor if we can develop a more
creative capitalism - if we can stretch the reach of market forces so that more
people can make a profit, or at least make a living, serving people who are
suffering from the worst inequities. We also can press governments around the
world to spend taxpayer money in ways that better reflect the values of the
people who pay the taxes.

If we can find approaches that meet the needs of the poor in ways that generate
profits for business and votes for politicians, we will have found a
sustainable way to reduce inequity in the world. This task is open-ended. It
can never be finished. But a conscious effort to answer this challenge will
change the world.

I am optimistic that we can do this, but I talk to skeptics who claim there is
no hope. They say: "Inequity has been with us since the beginning, and
will be with us till the end - because people just … don’t … care." I
completely disagree.

I believe we have more caring than we know what to do with. All of us here in
this Yard, at one time or another, have seen human tragedies that broke our
hearts, and yet we did nothing - not because we didn’t care, but because we
didn’t know what to do. If we had known how to help, we would have acted.

The barrier to change is not too little caring; it is too much complexity.

To turn caring into action, we need to see a problem, see a solution, and see
the impact. But complexity blocks all three steps.

Even with the advent of the Internet and 24-hour news, it is still a complex
enterprise to get people to truly see the problems. When an airplane crashes,
officials immediately call a press conference. They promise to investigate,
determine the cause, and prevent similar crashes in the future.

But if the officials were brutally honest, they would say: "Of all the
people in the world who died today from preventable causes, one half of one
percent of them were on this plane. We’re determined to do everything possible
to solve the problem that took the lives of the one half of one percent."

The bigger problem is not the plane crash, but the millions of preventable
deaths.

We don’t read much about these deaths. The media covers what’s new - and
millions of people dying is nothing new. So it stays in the background, where
it’s easier to ignore. But even when we do see it or read about it, it’s
difficult to keep our eyes on the problem. It’s hard to look at suffering if
the situation is so complex that we don’t know how to help. And so we look
away.

If we can really see a problem, which is the first step, we come to the second
step: cutting through the complexity to find a solution. Finding solutions is
essential if we want to make the most of our caring. If we have clear and
proven answers anytime an organization or individual asks "How can I
help?," then we can get action - and we can make sure that none of the
caring in the world is wasted. But complexity makes it hard to mark a path of
action for everyone who cares - and that makes it hard for their caring to
matter.

Cutting through complexity to find a solution runs through four predictable
stages: determine a goal, find the highest-leverage approach, discover the
ideal technology for that approach, and in the meantime, make the smartest
application of the technology that you already have - whether it’s something
sophisticated, like a drug, or something simpler, like a bed net.

The AIDS epidemic offers an example. The broad goal, of course, is to end the
disease. The highest-leverage approach is prevention. The ideal technology
would be a vaccine that gives lifetime immunity with a single dose. So
governments, drug companies, and foundations fund vaccine research. But their
work is likely to take more than a decade, so in the meantime, we have to work
with what we have in hand - and the best prevention approach we have now is
getting people to avoid risky behavior.

Pursuing that goal starts the four-step cycle again. This is the pattern. The
crucial thing is to never stop thinking and working - and never do what we did
with malaria and tuberculosis in the 20th century - which is to surrender to
complexity and quit.

The final step - after seeing the problem and finding an approach - is to
measure the impact of your work and share your successes and failures so that
others learn from your efforts.

You have to have the statistics, of course. You have to be able to show that a
program is vaccinating millions more children. You have to be able to show a
decline in the number of children dying from these diseases. This is essential
not just to improve the program, but also to help draw more investment from
business and government.

But if you want to inspire people to participate, you have to show more than
numbers; you have to convey the human impact of the work - so people can feel
what saving a life means to the families affected.

I remember going to Davos
some years back and sitting on a global health panel that was discussing ways
to save millions of lives. Millions! Think of the thrill of saving just one
person’s life - then multiply that by millions. … Yet this was the most
boring panel I’ve ever been on - ever. So boring even I couldn’t bear it.

What made that experience especially striking was that I had just come from an
event where we were introducing version 13 of some piece of software, and we
had people jumping and shouting with excitement. I love getting people excited
about software - but why can’t we generate even more excitement for saving
lives?
You can’t get people excited unless you can help them see and feel the impact.
And how you do that - is a complex question.

Still, I’m optimistic. Yes, inequity has been with us forever, but the new
tools we have to cut through complexity have not been with us forever. They are
new - they can help us make the most of our caring - and that’s why the future
can be different from the past.

The defining and ongoing innovations of this age - biotechnology, the computer,
the Internet - give us a chance we’ve never had before to end extreme poverty
and end death from preventable disease.

Sixty years ago, George
Marshall
came to this commencement and announced a plan to assist the
nations of post-war

Europe

.
He said: "I think one difficulty is that the problem is one of such
enormous complexity that the very mass of facts presented to the public by press
and radio make it exceedingly difficult for the man in the street to reach a
clear appraisement of the situation. It is virtually impossible at this
distance to grasp at all the real significance of the situation."

Thirty years after

Marshall

made his
address, as my class graduated without me, technology was emerging that would
make the world smaller, more open, more visible, less distant.

The emergence of low-cost personal computers gave rise to a powerful network
that has transformed opportunities for learning and communicating. The magical
thing about this network is not just that it collapses distance and makes
everyone your neighbor. It also dramatically increases the number of brilliant
minds we can have working together on the same problem - and that scales up the
rate of innovation to a staggering degree.

At the same time, for every person in the world who has access to this
technology, five people don’t. That means many creative minds are left out of
this discussion — smart people with practical intelligence and relevant
experience who don’t have the technology to hone their talents or contribute
their ideas to the world.

We need as many people as possible to have access to this technology, because
these advances are triggering a revolution in what human beings can do for one
another. They are making it possible not just for national governments, but for
universities, corporations, smaller organisation, and even individuals to see
problems, see approaches, and measure the impact of their efforts to address
the hunger, poverty, and desperation George Marshall spoke of 60 years ago.

Members of the Harvard Family: Here in the Yard is one of the great collections
of intellectual talent in the world.

What for?

There is no question that the faculty, the alumni, the students, and the
benefactors of Harvard have used their power to improve the lives of people
here and around the world. But can we do more? Can Harvard dedicate its
intellect to improving the lives of people who will never even hear its name?

Let me make a request of the deans and the professors - the intellectual
leaders here at Harvard: As you hire new faculty, award tenure, review
curriculum, and determine degree requirements, please ask yourselves:

Should our best minds be dedicated to solving our biggest problems?

Should Harvard encourage its faculty to take on the world’s worst inequities?
Should Harvard students learn about the depth of global poverty … the
prevalence of world hunger … the scarcity of clean water …the girls kept
out of school … the children who die from diseases we can cure?

Should the world’s most privileged people learn about the lives of the world’s
least privileged?

These are not rhetorical questions - you will answer with your policies.

My mother, who was filled with pride the day I was admitted here - never
stopped pressing me to do more for others. A few days before my wedding, she
hosted a bridal event, at which she read aloud a letter about marriage that she
had written to Melinda. My mother was very ill with cancer at the time, but she
saw one more opportunity to deliver her message, and at the close of the letter
she said: "From those to whom much is given, much is expected."

When you consider what those of us here in this Yard have been given - in
talent, privilege, and opportunity - there is almost no limit to what the world
has a right to expect from us.

In line with the promise of this age, I want to exhort each of the graduates
here to take on an issue - a complex problem, a deep inequity, and become a
specialist on it. If you make it the focus of your career, that would be
phenomenal. But you don’t have to do that to make an impact. For a few hours
every week, you can use the growing power of the Internet to get informed, find
others with the same interests, see the barriers, and find ways to cut through
them.

Don’t let complexity stop you. Be activists. Take on the big inequities. It
will be one of the great experiences of your lives.

You graduates are coming of age in an amazing time. As you leave Harvard, you
have technology that members of my class never had. You have awareness of
global inequity, which we did not have. And with that awareness, you likely
also have an informed conscience that will torment you if you abandon these
people whose lives you could change with very little effort. You have more than
we had; you must start sooner, and carry on longer.

Knowing what you know, how could you not?

And I hope you will come back here to Harvard 30 years from now and reflect on
what you have done with your talent and your energy. I hope you will judge
yourselves not on your professional accomplishments alone, but also on how well
you have addressed the world’s deepest inequities … on how well you treated
people a world away who have nothing in common with you but their humanity.

Good luck.

About ARIES 21st March

July 22nd, 2007 by juras

This one i get from one of fren’s thread..thankss… So anyone share the same Horoscope with me…ARIES

mine on 21st March………..

Aries Man
He always let other people walk in front of him, but he will get there
first. He is a very careful guy and small obstacles won’t make him fall
easily even he thinks life is a very serious matter. He is as romantic
as any other Zodiac. He could look gentle, but inside he is as strong
as steel.
Once he determine to do something, he is serious about doing it well.
He will keep any pressure or insult deep down inside without showing
emotion.
You will never see his emotion of burden or disappointment and always
wonder what he thinks or feels. He will well kept his feeling.

You will never see a guy in this Zodiac involving in other people
business. He always concern with his own business. Sometimes he can be
talkative, but he will never give anyone advice if he has not been
asked. If you ask for advice, he will certainly give you one. He
respects elderly and senior, so you will see he is the type who visit
his parents steadily or often.

He is a slightly shy but also a stubborn person. He will find many ways
to make you happy when you are with him, till you realize he is the
important person for you. Once he is in the "Power Position", he will
use his power gently. He is a good leader and "Gentleness" is one of
his effective method for exploiting his power. It is although he is
borne to be a leader. He never hide his ambition, and he is a
workaholic. he will not take any position that he has no control. He
will work very hard to reach his goal
and satisfaction.

Compliment from his boss or superior are never enough for him, he want
his deserved reward. His deep insecurity make him reach and collecting
valuable things, and this you may think he is stingy. Actually he could
easily spending money to buy things, traveling or pay for things that
makes him happy and he think necessary for his need. He care what other
people think of him and want to get good comments or compliments.

Outside he looks like stone and steel, but inside he is a fragile
person. He will hide and cover up weak emotion and his sadness in order
to maintain and keep up his "Image". One method of cover up you could
easily notice is suddenly if he is quiet, cold, or act very strong or
very secure. Often, he feels insecure, even he is serious about his
life and his own surrounding.

Jadilah IBU BAPA yang berakal…sad story

May 31st, 2007 by juras

Assalamualaikum…

 

“Ambillah ia sebagai iktibar dan
pedoman”

Sepasang suami isteri -
seperti pasangan lain di kota-kota besar meninggalkan anak-anak diasuh pembantu
rumah semasa keluar bekerja.

 

Anak tunggal pasangan ini,
perempuan berusia tiga setengah tahun. Bersendirian di rumah dia kerap
dibiarkan pembantunya yang sibuk bekerja bermain di luar, tetapi pintu pagar
tetap dikunci. Bermainlah dia sama ada berbuai-buai di atas buaian yang dibeli bapanya,
ataupun memetik bunga raya, bunga kertas dan lain-lain di laman rumahnya.

 

Suatu hari dia terjumpa
sebatang paku karat. Dia pun melakar simen tempat letak kereta ayahnya tetapi
kerana diperbuat daripada marmar,l akaran tidak kelihatan. Dicubanya pada
kereta baru ayahnya.

Ya…kerana kereta itu
bewarna gelap, lakarannya jelas. Apa lagi kanak-kanak ini pun melakarlah
melahirkan kreativitinya. Hari itu bapa dan ibunya bermotosikal ke tempat kerja
kerana laluannya sesak sempena perayaan Thaipusam.

 

Penuh sebelah kanan dia
beredar ke sebelah kiri kereta. Dilakarnya gambar ibu dan ayahnya, gambarnya
sendiri, lukisan ayam, kucing dan sebagainya mengikut imaginasinya. Kejadian
itu langsung tak disedari si pembantu rumah.

 

Pulang petang itu, terkejut
badaklah pasangan itu melihat kereta yang baru setahun dibeli dengan bayaran
ansuran, berbatik-batik. Si bapa yang belum pun masuk ke rumah terus menjerit,
"Siapa punya kerja ni?"

 

Pembantu rumah yang
tersentak dengan jeritan itu berlari keluar. Dia juga beristighfar. Mukanya
merah padam ketakutan tambah-tambah melihat wajah bengis tuannya. Sekali lagi
diajukan pertanyaan keras kepadanya, dia terus mengatakan "Tak tahu…
!"

 

"Duduk di rumah
sepanjang hari tak tahu, apa kau buat?" herdik sii steri lagi. bila anak
yang mendengar suara ayahnya, tiba-tiba berlari keluar dari bilik. Dengan penuh
manja dia berkata "Ita buat ayahhh.. cantik
kan !" katanya menerkam ayahnya ingin
bermanja seperti selalu.

 

Si ayah yang hilang sabar
merentap ranting kecil pokok bunga raya didepannya, terus dipukul bertalu-talu
tapak tangan anaknya. Si anak yang tak mengerti apa-apa terlolong-lolong
kesakitan sekaligus ketakutan.

 

Puas memukul tapak tangan,
si ayah memukul pula belakang tangan anaknya. Si ibu cuma mendiamkan diri,
mungkin setuju dan berasa puas dengan hukuman yang dikenakan.

 

Pembantu rumah melopong, tak
tahu nak buat apa-apa. Si bapa cukup rakus memukul-mukul tangan kanan dan
kemudian tangan kiri anaknya. Selepas si bapa masul ke rumah dituruti si ibu,
pembantu rumah menggendong anak kecil itu, membawanya ke bilik. Dilihatnya
tapak tangan dan belakang tangan si anak kecil calar balar.

 

Pembantu rumah memandikan
anak kecil itu. Sambil menyiram air sambil dia menangis. Anak kecil itu pula
terjerit-jerit menahan kepedihan sebaik calar-balar itu terkena air. Si
pembantu rumah kemudian menidurkan anak kecil itu. Si bapa sengaja membiarkan
anak itu tidur bersama pembantu rumah.

Keesokkan harinya, kedua-dua
belah tangan si anak bengkak. Pembantu rumah mengadu.

 

"Sapukan minyak gamat
tu!" balas tuannya, bapa si anak.

 

Pulang dari kerja, dia tidak
melayan anak kecil itu yang menghabiskan masa di bilik pembantu. Si bapa konon
mahu mengajar anaknya. Tiga hari berlalu, si ayah langsung tidak menjenguk
anaknya sementara si ibu juga begitu tetapi setiap hari bertanya kepada
pembantu rumah.

 

"Ita demam… "
jawap pembantunya ringkas. "Bagi minum panadol tu," balas si ibu.
Sebelum si ibu masuk bilik tidur dia menjenguk bilik pembantunya. Apabila
dilihat anaknya ita dalam pelukan pembantu rumah, dia menutup semula pintu.

 

Masuk hari keempat, pembantu
rumah memberitahu tuannya bahawa suhu badan Ita terlalu panas. "Petang
nanti kita bawa ke klinik. Pukul 5.00 siap" kata majikannya itu.

 

Sampai waktunya si anak yang
longlai dibawa ke klinik.

Doktor mengarahnya ia
dirujuk ke hospital kerana keadaannya serius.

 

Setelah seminggu di wad
pediatrik doktor memanggil bapa dan ibu kanak-kanak itu. "Tiada
pilihan.."

katanya yang mencadangkan
agar kedua-dua tangan kanak-kanak itu dipotong kerana gangren yang terjadi
sedah terlalu teruk. "Ia sudah bernanah, demi nyawanya tangan perlu
dipotong dari siku ke bawah" kata doktor.

 

 

Si bapa dan ibu bagaikan
terkena halilintar mendengar kata-kata itu. Terasa diri tunggang terbalik, tapi
apalah dapat dikatakan. Si ibu meraung merangkul si anak. Dengan berat hati dan
lelehan air mata isterinya, si bapa terketar-ketar madandatangani
surat kebenaran
pembedahan. Keluar dari bilik pembedahan, selepas ubat bius yang
dikenakanhabis, si anak menangis kesakitan. Dia juga terpinga-pinga melihat
kedua-dua tangannya berbalut putih. Direnung muka ayah dan ibunya.

 

Kemudian ke wajah pembantu
rumah. Dia mengerutkan dahi melihat mereka semua menangis. Dalam seksaan
menahan sakit, si anak yang keletah bersuara dalam linangan air mata.

 

"Abah.. Mama… Ita tak
buat lagi. Ita tak mau ayah pukul. Ita tak mau jahat. Ita sayang abah.. sayang
mama." katanya berulang kali membuatkan si ibu gagal menahan rasa.
"Ita juga sayang Kak Narti.." katanya memandang wajah pembantu rumah,
sekaligus membuatkan gadis dari Surabaya
itu meraung seperti histeria.

 

"Abah.. bagilah balik tangan Ita. Buat apa
ambil.. Ita janji tak buat lagi! Ita nak makan macam mana? Nak main macam mana?
Ita janji tak conteng kereta lagi," katanya bertalu-talu. Bagaikan gugur
jantung si ibu mendengar kata-kata anaknya. Meraung dia sekuat hati namun
takdir yang sudah terjadi, tiada manusia dapat menahannya …

KETAWA lah hahahaha…

May 31st, 2007 by juras

KISAH 1

Kisah ini benar-benar terjadi padaku sewaktu aku kanak-kanak dahulu.
Ayah aku suka memberi amaran padaku dengan menjeling garang jika aku
membuat sesuatu yang tidak disukainya. Contohnya, jika ke kedai,kalau aku
mengambil gula-gula, dia akan menjeling padaku bermakna aku disuruh letakkan
semula gula-gula itu ke tempatnya semula.

Suatu hari,aku mengikut ayah ke surau untuk solat maghrib.Ketika sedang
rukuk, aku melihat kain pelikat tok imam tersepit di celah punggungnya.
Aku yang ‘konon’nya ingin membantu,terus menarik kain yang tersepit itu.
Ayahku yang sedang solat terus memberi jelingannya padaku. Aku pun faham
maksudnya itu,lalu terus memasukkan semula kain pelikat tok imam itu
semula ke celah punggung tok imam tadi. Apalagi,melatah lah tok imam tadi.
Habis satu jemaah batal solat mereka kerana turut terkejut dengan latahan
tok imam tadi. Ayahku yang bermuka merah padam menahan malu dan marah
mengheret aku balik ke rumah. Malam tu, berbirat punggung aku dirotannya.

Moral : Jangan memandai nak masukkan kain ke celah punggung tok imam

KISAH 2

Askin for it :P

A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the  wife looks over at him and asks the question….

WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"

HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"

WIFE: "Why not? Don’t you like being married?"

HUSBAND: "Of course I do."

WIFE: "Then why wouldn’t you remarry?"

HUSBAND: "Okay, okay, I’d get married again. "

WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurt look)

HUSBAND: (makes audible groan)

WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"

HUSBAND: "Sure, it’s a great house."

WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"

HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"

WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"

HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new."

WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"

HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."

WIFE: "Would you give her my jewelry?"

HUSBAND: "No, I’m sure she’d want her own."

WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"

HUSBAND: "No, she’s left-handed. "

WIFE: — silence –

HUSBAND: "sh*t."

KISAH 3

JANDA YANG DAHAGA

Hello ,

Di sini saya ingin menceritakan sebuah kisah mengenai seorang janda
yang baru sahaja kematian suami…. Hasnah seorang janda kaya yang baru
sahaja kematian suaminya akibat kemalangan jalanraya.

Beliau masih muda lagi dan mempunyai potongan badan yang cantik.

Sejak kematian suaminya, beliau sentiasa diusik oleh jejaka-jejaka
kampung yang sudah lama memendam rasa kepadanya. Namun begitu, Hasnah
tidak pernah melayan karenah pemuda-pemuda kampung tersebut, kerana
hatinya masih lagi merindui arwah suaminya…

Walaupun…. hatinya berasa sepi ketika waktu ini. Lebih-lebih lagi di waktu malam… Rasa sepi hatinya tiada siapa yang tahu…

Pada satu malam, kira-kira pukul 2 pagi…. beliau bangun dari
katilnya… badannya terasa panas…. tekaknya terasa haus…. beliau
terasa begitu dahaga sekali. Beliau bangun dan keluar dari bilik menuju

ke dapur,… sampai saja didapur… beliau terus membuka peti ais dan
mengambil sebotol air sejuk…. beliau tuang kedalam cawan dan
meminumya… Setelah meminum air tersebut.. beliau kembali kedalam bilik

dan tidur semula… Sekian…

Terima Kasih Itulah kisah

seorang janda yang dahaga…… …..

Wah, sepenuh hati korang mambaca nyer. Ha…haa…haaa….

KISAh 4 (18SX-rated)

Seorang perempuan baru saja menjalani rawatan wajah sempena hari
jadinyer. Wanita tu dah pun membelanjakan lebih kurang RM5,000.00 dan
berasa sangat puas hati. Dalam perjalanan balik rumah selepas menjalani
rawatan tu, dier singgah sekejap kat sebuah kedai mamak untuk beli
surat khabar. Semasa membayar duit surat khabar tu, dier pun bertanya
kat mamak tuan punyer kedai tu.

"Mamak, buleh tanya tak?? awak agak-agak berapa umur saya sekarang nieh??"
tanya wanita tu.

"Lebih kurang 30 tahun", mamak tu menjawab.

"Takde lah, sebenarnya saya dah 50 tahun." jawab wanita itu riang kerana
orang menyangkanyer lebih muda dengan wajah barunyer itu.

Tak lama kemudian, dier singgah plak kat McDonalds. Semasa mengorder
burger tu, wanita tu pun mencelah dan bertanya pada awek yang jaga
kaunter tu soalan yang sama macam dier tanya kat mamak tadi.

Awek tu pun menjawab, "Entah la, rasanyer dalam 29 tahun". Wanita tu
pun menjawab, "Takde la dik, Akak dah 50 tahun dah nieh." Wanita tu
bertambah-tambah la happy, dan sambung perjalanan balik ke rumah.

Semasa menunggu bas, wanit tu duduk bersebelahan dengan seorang
pakcik Tua kat satu Bus Stop kat KL tu. Sebab boring tunggu bas lambat
sangat, wanita tu pun bertanya kepada pakcik tu Soalan yang sama.

Pakcik tu pun menjawab, "Pakcik dah tua dah. Umur pun dah 75 tahun.
Mata pakcik dah kabur dah, tapi pakcik boleh tau berapa umur seseorang
wanita tu dengan satu cara.

Dulu masa muda-muda dulu pakcik ader belajar."

"Macam mana caranyer??", tanya wanita itu pula ingin tau.

"Pakcik kena rasa dan kaji bahagian sulit wanita tu, baru pakcik buleh bagi
tau dengan tepat".

Mereka berdua diam seketika. Wanita itu pula rasa ingin tau sangat-sangat
apa cara yang digunakan oleh orang tua tu. Akhirnya wanita itu berkata.
"Ahh… tak kisah la pakcik, pakcik buleh rasa bahagian sulit saya,saya nak
tau macam mana pakcik buleh tau umur saya".

"Baik ler"’ kata pakcik tua tu. Mereka berdua pun pergi kat bahagian
belakang bangunan di mana takde orang. Kemudian pakcik tua tu pun
menarik ke bawah seluar dalam wanita tersebut dan start le meraba
alat sulit wanita tersebut.

Selepas beberapa minit, wanita tu pun berkata. "Okay! Okay! cukup
tu pakcik, sekarang saya nak pakcik bagi tau berapa umur saya."

Pakcik tu pun berhenti meraba dan menjawab, "Umur awak dah 50 tahun."

Mendengar jawapan pakcik tu, maka terkejut beruk le wanita tu.
"Fuiyooo…macam magic jer, macam mana pakcik buleh tau??", tanya wanita
tersebut.

Pakcik tua tu pun dengan tersenyum lebar menjawab, "Pakcik beratur belakang
awak tadi kat McDonalds, heheheheh".

Best Digi AD…hahaha

May 31st, 2007 by juras

This is a
true story of a young college girl who passed away last month, at Shah Alam. Her
name is Priya; she was hit by a lorry.


I don’t
want to mention the name of the college. She had a boyfriend names Shankar. He
lives in Johore. Both of them are true lovers. They are always on the phone with
each other. You can never see her without her handphone.



She
spends ¾ of the day talking with Shankar. Priya’s family knows about their
relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya’s family (just imagine their
love). Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please
burn me with my handphone". She also said the same thing to her
parents.


After her
death, people couldn’t carry her coffin. I was there ~ a lot of them tried to do
so but still couldn’t , everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin,
the result was still the same.


Eventually,
they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from

Thailand (pak Darin), who is a friend
of her father’s. He took a seat and started speaking to himself slowly. After a
few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". Then her friends told
Darin bout her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin
and place her phone, together with the SIM card inside the casket. After that
they tried to carry the coffin. It could now be moved and they carried it into
the van easily. All of us were shocked. (can you feel the fear? I’m shaking at
this moment.)

Priya’s
parents didn’t inform Shankar that Priya had passed away (pity Shankar). After 2
weeks Shankar called Priya’s mom.


Shankar:
"Atte, I’m coming home today. Please cook something nice for me. Don’t tell
Priya that I’m coming home today; I want to surprise her."



Her
mother replied, "You come home first, I want to tell you something very
important."


After he
arrived at Shah Alam, they told him the truth about Priya.



Shankar
thought that they were fooling around. He was laughing and said, "Don’t try to
fool me … tell Priya to come out … I have a gift for her. Please stop this
nonsense."


Then they
show him the Priya’s death certificate; they gave him proof to make him
believe.


Shankar
started to sweat profusely. He said, "It’s not true. We spoke yesterday. She
still calls me."


Shankar
was shaking so badly when suddenly, his phone rang.



"See this
is from Priya. See this …." he showed the phone to Priya’s family. All of them
told him to answer. He used the loudspeaker mode. All of them heard this
conversation, loud and clear. No cross lines, no humming. It was Priya’s voice!
And there was no way others could use her SIM card as it was nailed inside the
coffin! They were so shocked and asked for pak Darin’s help.



Pak Darin
brought his master (Tok Chen) to solve this matter. He and pak Darin worked for
5 hours … then they discovered one thing …..


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Mother’s Day 2007 SPECIAL

May 16th, 2007 by juras

Let me start with salam to uols here…


(pic: my beautiful young MA in her 70’s)

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I LOVE MA more than everything I have and I always do my best in everything I do and make Ma happy…on that Mother’s Day I sent sms (below) to frens with a MAMA, MAK, MUMMY, IBU, MOM, or sebarang title yg seangkatan dgn nya like this:

"Salam. Dearest all Mother…I wish you a warm Heppi wonderful n beautiful Mother’s Day. Be a mother that your children will proud of n feel glad that u r their great mother that they will love more than everything they’ve got. May God bless you. Juras"

That was my sms to my frens and my investment clients for Mother’s Day. To my surprise, I received many sms-es reply with a wonderful Thank You words…I didn’t expect any reply pun (sincere la tiewww…hehehe).

I planned to bring Ma for a nice decent dinner with my only sister…unfortunately Ma’s health was not well…demam for 4 days blom hilang although dah gi klinik b4…then had to bring her to another clinic again instead. I met the friendly veteran Doc with Ma…check thoroughly n I asked few questions etc (mcm aku plak yg Doc-nyer…at home aku la personal Doc n Nurse)…Then after the clinic visit…Ma kata nak makan sup..sbb tak ada selera makan. So we went to gerai nearby (hujan gerimis, so I dun wanna waste Ma’s low energy tercari2 tmpat makan plak) just tapau sup tulang for Ma…we went home n Ma makan sup  tulang panas…tp tak abis pun. But I felt glad that at least Ma still paksa diri makan sikit to alas perut utk makan ubat…Ma terus tido sbb those medicines made her sleepy almost instantly…

Semalam Ma relax well n dapt tidur sepuasnya…dah getting stronger and her appetite pun dah back to normal. Well, kami ni mcm budak2 ada kalanya…ada masa berselisih faham about things that I couldn’t understand why…usually Ma yang mula sbb I knew her very well…actually hal lain or orang lain yg made her upset tp sbb lama simpan tak luah kat sape2 so I always ended up the one yg dapt her mood swing dulu (biasanya I dapat yg teruk2 stage lah…and lil’ sis biasa dapt yg light2 je…). Reason being sbb I’m a very cool person, regardless apa2 Ma leterkan I jarang sgt say sth back…completely buat bisu tp mendengar n tak mendengar bersilih ganti…muka plak mcm tak de perasaan bila mendengar ‘nice’ lectures from Ma…tipulah kalu telinga and hati I ini tak membara mendengarnya w/pun dah berpuluh tahun I da biasa (trust me, bila kita makin dewasa, listening skills to parents’ lecture mmg sgt weak)…staying with family (esp. with Ma) selagi i bujang (now @ 28) mmg akan ada ketikanya (for sure!!!) berlaku hari2 tertentu yg menguji mood sendiri…However, I always choose to learn something valuable from it coz one fine day, I’ll be an old parent just like her…and I believe not that easy to go through her old days as a single Ma w/pun anak2 da besar panjang with our own careers (except my 2nd brother still in his final year at UPSI) and most probably next year lil’ sis plan to pursue her degree plak…Ada kalanya perkara2 mood swing Ma ni sebenarnya I hope I learn to be a more patient son to listen to Ma’s lonely day grief/grumble(s) at home sbb org muda mcm kita busy bekerja till late nite and me being super-workaholic sbb aku bujang senang…kat umah apa je yg aku nak buat sgt selain layan pc n tv series yg download almost 24hours with streamyx…

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so keje lah kuat2 aku kat luar sini…anak bini blom ada nak balik awal2 pon…kat umah just Ma n Sis..we ols ada la sembang2 tp the truth is I’m a quiet person at home most of the time BUT at work I make the office so noisy and happening bercakap sana sini n etc…tak gossiping sgt cuma tak tahu lah nape ramai ladies kat ofis suka cari aku utk bercerita itu ini..time x busy mmg aku layan la…Bila aku hilang dari ofis lama sikit semua org notice termasuklah big boss Vice President…yg penting tiap2 hari Jumaat driver Big Boss or Big Boss himself call aku utk ajak gi smyang Jumaat sama2…aku tahu being a Big Boss mmg lonely so aku la jugak yg jadi kawan Big Boss utk smyg Jumaat or sometimes lunch…so merasa lah aku tempias mcm Big Boss bila dok kat seat blakang with Big Boss tiap2 kali naik his Merc baru…Erm, itu lah aku di tempat keje…kat umah a complete opposite…somehow I’m a guy that quite gifted in handling ladies/woman…bukanlah bagus giler tp I find myself quite easy to be likeable by female…harap2 future wife aku tak makan hati sbb kawan2 pompuan I agak ramai di sekeliling…and I do keep my female frens in touch..tak tahu la bila dah ada yg special nanti aku berubah perangai mana tahu kan…tp perempuan yg control-freak, cemburu buta-freak, suka investigate sana sini from behind is a complete NO-NO to a guy like me…I have many frens, my future gf must understand my frens are important to me too…baik male/female frens…especially me in sales now…berjela2 lah phonebook aku…

Bila Ma mula2 demam ari tu, aku stay kat umah je jaga Ma kononnya…padahal dok depan PC tak abis2…for dinner I made her a simple rice porridge with carrot yg dihiris halus, potatoes dipotong dadu, sedikit hirisan halus halia tambah serbuk chicken sket, garam secukup rasa…byk la gak aku buat bubur nasi tu…Ma makan sket je sbb selera tak ada at all, n at the end aku lah yang abiskan semuanya (kagum my lil’ sis sbb mmg bubur tu byk gile actually, yet si Abe yg kurus ini boleh habiskan without any hesistance…). Well, tak baik membazir tau. Tuhan tarik balik rezeki baru padan muka gue…ingat!!! there are people in our country or many parts of the poor countries yg hidup serba daif makan sehari sekali je (tapi aku tak sanggup tgk Bersamamu TV3 coz it reflects how weak I am, being unable to reach them n help them out of poverty…at the same time it reflects the politicians in that area concerned are not doing their best taking care of their area…alasan biasa busy…mcm la aku tak tahu depa ni bermain golf berjam-jam ke berhari2 boleh plak siap main kt luar negeri pun ada…time pilihanraya baru la terhegeh2 meraih undi bagi duit RM50-200 or beras milo kain pelikat…lepas menang hilang mcm hantu tanpa bayang).

Ma has been very strong going thru her daily life dgn kerenah anak2 yg da besar bujang keras kepala n ada kalanya liar mcm aku ni…sabar aje lah. Ma slalu pesan every time I took her words for granted "Wait untill u become a parent…" perghhh terus terpanah ke hati. U r absolutely right Ma. Wait until I become a parent n I will know langit tinggi rendah membesarkan anak2 n layan kerenah anak2…Ma is the wisest Mother for me…Ma is the person that always lead her children with great example…in fact, she is my best example and I admire her most especially all the great values and attitude Ma have shown to us - honesty, integrity, kind heartedness, friendliness, down-to-earth, cheerfulness, hardworking, religious, open-mindedness, hygiene-conscious, health-conscious, etc…and all Ma tunjukkan to us throughout her daily actions…until her 58th birthday this year pun…Ma is still amazingly slim just like her younger beautiful days…anak2 gadis sebaya aku pun dah ada yg merintih bersusah payah diet nak maintain…yg mula out-of-good-shape apa lagi kan…tu baru 28thn…Ma dah 58thn tau maintain gitiewwww.

Ma only had her school days up to half way of Standard One. FYI, my Ma is buta huruf, only can read numbers…yet she managed - on her own hardworking n struggle days b4 >> Ma was the reason I studied so hard till university days and graduated with good results (I never fail any subject(s) throughout my engineering days…huhuhu bangganya aku)…I still remember in my early final semester I already secured 4 job offers from SONY, TOYOTA, KEJURUTERAAN POWERWELL and FORD MALAYSIA…I finally chose POWERWELL for my own reason…Ma’s courageous personality made me became an excellent industrial engineer since the first 2 years of working…then within a year I was promoted to be a talented young "Head of Production Planning & Control Dept’ with 70 people in Production operations under my responsibility at that time in mid 2003…

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I’m a proud engineering graduate from one of the most prestigious and impressive engineering faculty @ a world-class university in the making…Later in mid 2004, I quit my engineering career for something bigger and worthwhile for me to risk and gave a shot…coz I deeply know the result for my financial future will be very promising >>> since mid 2004 till now i’m building my own career in sales/marketing of landbanking investment and my ultimate ambition is to be a full-time professional investor myself by making millions for my investors (in return, I make hundreds of thousands to millions for myself in future…). To be a successful businessman - guys, you must know how to sell and how to do sales…business is about selling…you  don’t make people buy from you, then your business have no customers! Erm…I’m proud of who I am and what I’ve achieved so far yet the journey to succeed is still far and ongoing…prefer to be very low profile with what I have coz I prefer to live a simple life in my own way with my family…I want to have my own manufacturing plant and I already have contacts to allow me to manufacture products through a few direct manufacturing contracts worth millions from USA companies to be supplied back to USA’s biggest market…but this plan will be much later in time coz it’ll require millions of capital…realistically, I’m not in the capacity to do so…give me 5-10 years ya…YES, no wonder I will take my own sweet time to get married…


Yerpp…I dedicate this post specially for MA…Love her so much and she is my sweetheart. I always love her masakan - MA is the world’s best chef ;) To my calon "bini@isteri@mum-of-my-future-kids@my soulmate@my best fren for life@my doctor&nurse for life@almost everything to be for my future own family" out there…kene rela amik kursus memasak ngan my Ma setahun b4 kawin ya…hahaha..so rela tak wahai anak2 gadis yg nak di-shortlistedkan oleh soon to one of Mr. Most Low Profile Eligible Bachelor Guy in town…sanggup ke tunggu sampai gue ready nak kawin (coz I’ll take my own sweet time) sbb criteria I mmg agak berlainan n bercitarasa tersendiri (buat masa ni hanya gue sajja yang mengerti kemahuan dan pilihan gue…and I’m not in a hurry dear all…).

2nd last thing…dearest kaum Ma/Ibu/Mama/Mummy/etc…to ladies yg bergelar isteri pun bleh amik tahu ni…please lecture necessarily only. Jika boleh dibawa berbincang, tak payahla berleter yg men-spoilkan mood anak2/suami yg baru balik keje mungkin had a bad day at work/anak2 yg baru balik skolah/apa2 aje…ALL org lelaki mmg tak gemar mendengar leteran yg berjela2…bagi I, if u can tell str8forward in brief jgn berleter tak sudah2…berbincang is not equal to berleter coz berleter bukanlah lah a TWO-WAY communication n berleter ni is energy-sucker (it sucks byk energy n mood orang yg dileteri itu…). Berleter mmg mungkin memuaskan perasaan org yg berleter tp yg dileteri most of time - I can gerenti for sure yg dileteri itu do not enjoy the situation at all…it’s absolutely not a WIN-WIN situation at all i’a (i.e. ya)…

Lastly, i leave u ols with this beautiful write-up from Mrs. Rezan Ishak >> a wonderful wife of my SMSAH schoolmate (bini Syah Rezan >> Norfazilah)…baca and translate sendiri makna tersirat ikut pemahaman masing2…).

Till we meet again here, I LOVE MY MA kerana MA adalah Anugerah yang terindah dari dJJ1 swt for me and adik2. With deepest care, love and appreciates MA for everything Ma has given to us…Salam Mother’s Day 2007.

By Norfazilah - a young mum, a wife with an engineering career herself…

Before    I was a Mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn’t worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could    do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn’t want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn’t stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom - I didn’t know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn’t know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn’t know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn’t know that something so small could make me feel so important    and happy.
Before I was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of
the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love,
the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

And before I was a Grandma, I didn’t know that all those "Mom" feelings
more than doubled when you see that little bundle being held by "your baby"…

MAMA LOVES HANZALAH…AND LOVES HIS BABAH TOO…

Copyright from http://babyhanzalah.blogspot.com/

I don’t care much maybe…

May 10th, 2007 by juras

Assalamualaikum. Hi uols…’ve been a while…real long break in fact ;p from the last time I took the trouble to put my thoughts into words here…I guess I am back here since I’m tired of self-talk and asking myself why sometimes people that I love the most are those that hurt me the most and keep saying things that hurt me deeply. I refer to family/relatives here. I don’t mean to back-talk them…well, if family don’t leave any scars in my heart, sometimes I feel we won’t bond that well. Not saying that is necessary..somehow it just happened that way. May be that’s the way I grew up in my own family I don’t know…but for me, whatever negative experience here with family I won’t let my future wife n children to experience those awful things…well, I deeply love my family very much. Without them, I won’t be here…however, I prefer to be honest with myself and what I felt. Me…at the age of 28, single male with career and staying with family (parents especially) is not that easy and simple. Sometimes I have to admit that off from work, being at home too long can be a potential headache. Yeahhh family always complaint I hardly spend time at home…but when I did stay at home, I was labelled "sejak bila jadi good boy ni…" or "may be tak de bajet nak kuar lagi…". See? Being me, I just keep quiet. Always. Nothing registered in my head except that I told myself…I know what’s in my heart and God is listening, that is enough for me. Before I go further, I won’t write what exactly those words were…however, above all…let me repeat…I LOVE MY FAMILY A LOT. I REAALY LOVE THEM. And it’s true we hurt people that we love more than we hurt others…I can admit that I did hurt my family too. I’m not perfect. I did make a lot of mistakes…I know that. I asked for forgiveness, fixed what I could then I moved on. Mother’s Day is coming…hope my plan for Mum menjadi…

But I’m kind of a guy that never want to show in my face that those words hurt my feeling (especially just based on baseless assumptions…they don’t even dare to seek the real facts from me OR even if they asked me, still my answer never fully satisfy them). Then what was my reaction to those words? I just put a smile at them and I walked away. I always..always did that. I felt that no use to explain to them what I felt about those assumptions…in my heart, I just reply those words "Well…uols can say anything uols feel like saying about me and my work or other activity, I just don’t care and I don’t bloody care. So go ahead say all you want coz my ears already numb with those S.O.S i.e. same old sh*t…<<< my apology for S.O.S stuff…

Bila aku yg masih bujang single at 28…bukan family je non-stop asking bila nak kawin supaya senang…erm…terkejut aku. Sape yg senang? Aku ke family yg akan senang? I was thinking…menyakitkan mata or hati or jantung or jiwa or anything ke selagi aku at this age tak kawin2…? soalan2 sedara mara yg mengalahkan paparazzi selebriti tak yah la nak citer kan…suka sibuk bila aku nak kawin or da ada gfren ke blom…sape gfren..org mana…anak sapa…keje apa…eeeee bosannya tipikal old age culture. Soalan kawan2 tu aku lagi la tak mau hirau…I will take my own sweet time to get married and find the right partner for life…i don’t get married to fulfill people’s/ society’s expectation…I live my life my own way and I have nothing to complain being a bachelor so far ;) Too many gfrens ke…tak juga…tak de gfrens langsung itu mmg sangat menipu lah…ME in between…sekadar kawan2…I just do not decide to go further with any woman yet. I know when I’m ready for that responsibility with a woman for life…handling karenah 2 women kat rumah i.e. family pun ada kalanya…ada bini nanti..baby girl nanti…anak dara nanti..eee…ramainya wanita bawah jagaan aku nanti…baby boy tak lupa juga…kalau anak2 lelaki nakal mcm aku…’menarik and adveturous’ lah hidup aku…well anak2 pompuan zaman sekarang pun boleh tahan karenahnya…jangan tak tahu uols.

Ermm jadi bujang at 28 ni pun kira masalah or beban sosial ke … ;P teori manakah itu yg mengatakan sebegini…

ohhh back to staying with parents at age of 28 now..believe me…selagi tak kawin n staying with family..to some extend you might still be treated like a school boy…"nak gi mana? jumpe sape? kat mana? buat apa? sampai pukul bape?"…not saying i hate those q’s…but kalu hampir hari2 di tanya teruji juga mood nak jawabnya…but being me, I only answer necessarily…else I let my sis know where I’m going etc. If anything, I’m always reachable…Mana aku pergi? Lepak minum wt frens anywhere or lonely movie marathon and the best part…business dinner till late with potential investors…hours and hours di meja makan or lounge…then dapt deals ;) hehehe…

Terfikir juga time stress with family nak je dok bujang semula mcm dulu with frens…but I just cannot leave mum n sis be at home only two of them…kalu jadi apa2 ke, aiyooo mati la aku kat situ menyesal tak habis…

I treasure my single bachelor life at this moment and I’m not worried at all…lonely? well I’m too busy to feel lonely with work, work, work, biz, biz, biz…I prefer to let my income fill up my vision first. I need to build what I want to build first. I have plan and time…well anak sulung lelaki mcm ni lah…adik lelaki no.2 masih blaja..so susah senang makan hati ke tak…I still believe it is my obligation to stick with this responsibility n taking care of those 2 women at home seadanya dan semampunya aku. Dah kawin nanti, I believe a lot of this family thingy will be different with my future married life. I dream of a big family with "*" kids…and that requires sustainable financial strength coz I dream big ;p

Fact of life nowadays…bila da very stable financially…it’s much easier to decide bila nak kawin, dgn siapa, di mana and segala details yg sewaktu dgnnnya…at the mean time..bina ilmu dalam diri..bimbing diri sendiri dulu…

I do look fwd to get married, it’s just matter with whom and when…? Caution: I’ll take my own sweet time as I said earlier…

LOVING MORE THAN LOVE

February 15th, 2007 by juras

It’s been a long while i’ve not write to share my thoughts here (although it’s all abt me n my life here most probably)…love is my blog theme this time. Not saying I’m crazy in love…maybe I love that person like crazy but whether that person know or not is another issue. I bet that person know lah. Not talking only about romance love here like Romeo Juliet thingy…I’m talking about when we as a human love the other person more than we love ourselves.

Accepting the person as who he/she is…compromise and tolerate everything about - especially the ugly or the not so good thing about them. I bet not easy, and it make sense why it is not easy. Why? Because we usually prefer to deal with people that can be like who we like them to be…example, we always like people to be understanding, kind, generous, polite, friendly, caring, honest, cheerful, reliable, accountable, etc (the list goes on with all the good thing !!!)…yeah right we love dealing with people that always can get along with us, but the moment that person spoil even just for once, all we remember is always the UGLY part. We emotionally sooo attached to that UGLY part untill we are so bloody mad, and burn, demolish the entire bridge that we have built with that person for years, just because of ONE mistake…

However, the bigger question is "ARE WE LIKE THAT TOO?" or "AM I CARRYING MYSELF = PEOPLE THAT I EXPECT THEM TO BE TOO?"…I always remember this >>> LIFE IS A MIRROR. WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND. WE GET BASED ON WHAT WE GIVE TO THE WORLD. If you’re not honest with people you deal with, u-know-what? at least 70% of your circle of people close to you could be like that…this same principle and law also applicable to your income.

Back to love topic I’m talking about now, can we love without giving? Of course we can always give without love. Love is about giving without expectation. It’s about just keep giving with sincerity and sincere expectation that hopefully good thing will come back in return without even expecting it so badly. What happen if we expect it so badly but it doesn’t happen? We get mad like crazy for nothing. Get angry and a lot of energy goes with that anger. That time the love for that person is gone. With that anger, comes hatred and all the ugly thing about that person. Nothing good we can admit about the person…

Nak citer ni…I really hate dgr citer some fren menceritakan segala keburukan their good fren to me, setelah mereka bergaduh besar with that person. Segalanya "devil" or "setan" abt that person. Macam lah diri sendiri kebal from kesalahan. So "malaikat" like that…Aku tak la kenal sangat that person, I don’t really care. But, I realized one thing. Too many of us suka membuka kesalahan orang lain tanpe mengaku secara ikhlas yg sebenarnya kita pun contribute sama when the ‘fight’ happen…we all have some share to it…ibarat "pokok yang besar takkan bergoyang kalau tak de monyet2 (bukan hanya seekor monyet tau…)’ yang goyangkan"…hahahaha…betul tak…apa lagi kalu monyet tu kurus kering tak larat la nak goyang kan sendiri…

Moralnya, bila kita bergaduh dgn seseorang, betapa mudahnya the love part gone. Tiada satu kebaikan pun lagi yang boleh diperkatakan abt that person when things turn sour/ ugly. Wah wah…mula2 kenal jadi kawan, segalanya OK. That tells a lot about our sincerity accepting that person as who he/she is. Face it, setiap org ada keburukan/kelemahan. Some we can help them to change/improve but to some extend, they are just like that. So? So, why bother too much about it until we bitch abt the person mcm kita ni sempurna sangat. Put ourselves in that person’s shoes, do we like ourselves to be bitched by others behind us? If we are doing it, don’t get mad if other people do it to you…LIFE IS A MIRROR. Accepting mistakes begin from ourselves. We must know how to manage our ego, say sorry, apologize dulu and give forgiveness. Tak semestinya bermaksud kita mengalah…sometimes, taking a few step back and reflect is much better than go ahead with war that kills all the LOVE that we have built, nourished and cherished for years…

Pantun SAKIT hati hahahaha….

January 31st, 2007 by juras

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