<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:30:43.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Always Have Been,Always Will Be~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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pg buta ni..aku sgt sbuk skrg ni..ada 3 or 4 event kena bt dlm ms tdekat..sigh..1st event,event Festari 2010 (festival tari piala Tun Dr Siti Hasmah) on 13th April 2010..eventho aku bkn ahli sakti(kelab yg handle event ni) tp aku tlg2 je..sbb rmai kwn2 dlm kelab ni..aku sgt2 srbut d'sbbkn aku xska laa hndle event yg dlm2 dwn n formal..sbb kena jga protokol dia laa,apelaa..ssh2..tp xpe,take it as responsibility and kpcyaan kwn2 da bg.ambik jela..nver step down bl da ambik tgngjwb tsbut..daaaaaa*smbil agkt tgn dan bt mka skit*...event ni lain skit dr previous event festari coz insyaALLAH mybe VVIP nyaa Tunku Ampuan Besar Negeri Sembilan dtg..(mf klu slh eja).so fhm2 laa protokol nyaa mcmna kn??tkutnyaa aku..tkut ada tslah dan tsilap during d event..dgn kena g istana lg,mau jmpa Tunku Ampuan Besar tu.but..insyaALLAH i'll give my best dgn support rkan2 fid,cha,pian,moy,nue,nik,rain,eoi dan smua komiti yg lain.. ;) pd kwn2,jomlaa dtg..tgk org menari2 + cari jdoh..hahahaha...*mcm harunn* statement..apa pn,aku hppy + excited + nervous tggu ari event utk tgk result ssh pyh ktorg..coz,nk tau success or x satu2 event tu kna tgk pd outcomenyaa..klu smua sttle dgn lncar dan less prob(xde event yg xde prob ;P) means success laa event tu..wishin and prayin,semuanyaa b'jln lncar..insyaALLAH :) 2nd event,trnament futsal for tonga's mber kt SK..tournament ni 18hb April 2010..5 ari lps festari..insyaALLAH,trnament ni b'jln dgn lncar afta aku tgk smua dtail2 trnament..rsnyaa xde prob kot..juz,aku kena fkir skrg psl hari mgundi team on 1st April 2010 ni..xdpt bygn lg,how d things will work..aku fkir later2 laa..mls nk fkir skrg..tgh srbut sbb ada bnda2 yg mnyerabutkn..huu..so,wish me gud luck..yg 2 event lg tu,mls nk tls sbb aku da mamai ni..kena bthan skit je lg utk subuh..then tido smpai raya cina taun dpn..hahaha..salam.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br 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small;"&gt;Apa Sebenar Terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mungkinkah Salahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ataupun Sikapmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hingga Cinta Kita Ketandusan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pernah Ku Ungkapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Engkaulah Segala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Namun Padamu itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Semua Tiada Bermakna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Apakah Maksudmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Masihkah Kau Ragu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nilai Cinta Padamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tiada Batasnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kini Ku Sedari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perasaan Hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanpa Engkau Di sisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tiada Makna Ku Bermimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Inikah Balasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Di Atas Keikhlasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hingga Diri Ini Disingkirkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mengapa Aku Di Sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Masih Menanti Dan Menyayangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walau Hati Disakiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tidak Terlintas Utk Membenci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kini Baru Ku sedari &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atas Kedaifan Diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segala Janji janji Kau Mungkiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Biarlah Aku Di sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mengubati Luka Di Hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Setia Aku di Sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Menanti dan Terus Menanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Walau Apa pun Dugaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Akan Tetap Ku Harungi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sehingga Nadi Ku Terhenti...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;*Dedicated To Someone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;**semoga penawar itu pembawa ceria di hujung cerita&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-2739777344184820042?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/2739777344184820042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=2739777344184820042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/2739777344184820042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/2739777344184820042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/2010/02/merenung-kenangan.html' title='Merenung Kenangan..'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-6296904060775571020</id><published>2009-12-03T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:46:17.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The heart that you stepped all over and left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is still beating. and it's beating for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No matter how hard i try to forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no matter how many new people i meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;why do i keep thinking of only you when i turn around??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i don't want to do this anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i want to stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no matter how many times i try and try to stop myself,it's no use..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my heart is broken..why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why do i keep doing such foolish things??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i know in my head,but why is my heart rebelling??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i'm holding on to you and can't let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it still feels like you're next to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i can't believe in farewell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No matter who i meet,i can't open up one part of my heart and i keep your place empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;there's no reason for you come back,but why do i keep thinking that you might come back??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;why isn't my heart listening..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have to forget.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i have to forget in order to live..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i have to erase it.if i don't,i'll 'die'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;stop trying to get her back.she ain't coming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she's gone,gotta be moving on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she left..she won't come back..she doesn't......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She doesn't know that i'm waiting for her,she's doing well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;she already forgot about me,totally erased me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;why can't i do that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Listen to my heartbeat.. it's beating for you.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;**semoga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br 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title='Heartbeat..'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-3158270095359939995</id><published>2009-11-11T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:16:45.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Broken Hearted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Courier;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You don't want to laugh, because you know it's not going to help, but you don't want to cry, because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart, but not only that, but you know soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too. You don't think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt you so much, then why do you still love them. That's the confusing part, you don't know why, you just do, and the people who hurt you the most, and normally the ones you love the most. And then, after a few weeks, you finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again, but you know inside that you're just going into denial. And after a few more weeks, you're back to where you were an empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it. And you can't help but to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn't happened to them And even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don't know the true pain you feel and carry each and everyday now, so you learn that basically you are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly you just break down, right there, because you know you've had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and you're to the point where you don't care who see's. Because you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, you know that its not helping any, and it's not going to bring them back, if you ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you are trying to hold back. Everyone says, "It will be okay…” But you know it won't. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, and you realize that people are horrible. You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it so that everyone thinks you are okay. So now every time you see this person, you know you still love them, and you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you, screaming out, but for some reason they don't hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**moga penawar itu pembawa ceria di hujung cerita**&lt;/span&gt; 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-6282215288801072480</id><published>2009-01-28T12:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:16:34.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesuatu di antara waktu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;salam...dan selamat pagi..korg sihat??hrp2 sihatlaa ye..thanxlaa pd yg sudi baca blog aku ni....mmm,aku rasa..aku sgt bosan.tu yg rasa nak menulis coz dah lama sgt xmenulis@menaip :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;mm..aku nk ckp psl apa ek?okla..aku ckp psl kehidupanla secara general..aku xdelaa tau atau fhm sgt psl kehidupan ni..juz adala tau2 skit,xbyk pun.cuma apa yg aku dpt dr melihat,mendengar,menghidu (mcmna aku bole menghidu pulak ni?) dan yg pling pnting megalaminya..sbb kita hya akn fhm sesuatu keadn tu bila kita pernah mengalaminya..perit ke,best ke,boring ke..apa2 pnlaa perasaan kita tu,yg plg pnting kita dh dpt ssuatu yg sgt bhrga d'pggil pengalaman..heeeee...pengalaman ialah sbaik2 guru..org ckplaa..tp mmg btl pun coz dgn pglaman tulaa yg mbtkan kita lbih bhati2 dlm mbuat ssuatu kptsn,lbih bijak dlm menilai mn yg baik n mn yg bruk n etc...sng ckp,pglmn ni yg mbtkan kita lbih kuat dan bijaksana dlm mghadapi ssuatu keadaan n situasi..xkira apa pn situasi tu,main bola ke,main futsal ke,main badminton ke,(eh apeha smua main ni??tukar2) bercinta ke,berkawan ke,shopping ke..haa,da xlarat aku nk tulis smua keadaan dan situasi..smua keadaan yg aku sebut atau mgkin aku xsebut di ats sgt2 prlukan pglaman..klu kita xde pglman,jgn tkut utk mncuba.bila kita cuba,barulaa kita bole dpt menatang tu,iaitu pengalaman..tp kdg2,ada sstgh pihak bila dia dah mencuba n da dpt pglaman dia da serik.dia ckp aku dah penatla,xtau nk bt mcmna dahla,mcm2la....jgn!!jgn give up!!jgn sskli putus asa tp truslaa mencuba (pesan utk diri sndiri jugak ni)..sbb rezeki dan hikmah tu ada d mn2..ALLAH dah janjikan pd hambaNya yg DIA akn kurniakan rezeki pd org2 yg sbar(org yg xkenal pts asala)..(mfla klu ayat kurg tepat tp smthg like dat laa)..ALLAH sentiasa bersama hambaNya yg sabar..gagal skli,bkn bmkna ggal slmanya..klu skli cb,fail..2nd pulak gagal..3rd pulak kurg berjaya..cuba lg...jgn brnti dr mencuba..chaiyok2..kita hya merancang tp ALLAH yg tntukan..ALLAH suka pd hmbaNya yg xkenal erti putus asa (yg baik2 je tau) tmsuklaa dlm memohon keampunan dr DIA..bila kita xbhnti dr mcuba,dlm keadn kita yg kurg sedar kita dah dpt pengalaman so dat kita akn lbh well prepared utk cuba lg next round..cnth yg plg mudah ada d skliling korg..hya prlukan skiiiiiiit je msa utk korg berfikir..bila korg nk berfkir,korg akn dpt tau d mn kelemahan n kelbihan korg..so dtmbah skit dgn pglaman yg korg dpt,korg akn jd lbih ManToPPP...selepas berusaha,korg berdoa laa..then baru boleh sebut tawakkal..tawakkal ialah selepas kita berusaha dan berdoa..jgn berhenti berdoa..ALLAH suka pd hmbaNya yg selalu merintih pdNya...tabah laa dlm menghadapi apa jua keadaan coz stiap kesusahan ada kesenangannya,stiap yg sukar pasti ada manfaatnya...percayalaa..juz sntiasa bbaik sgka pd stiap apa yg berlaku dan selalu2 lah think positif..(igtkan diri aku jugak)...insyaALLAH dgn izin ALLAH akn ada hikmah menanti kita d msa dpn..cpat atau lmbat je...  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;okla..eden dah mgntuk gak ni..penat gak menaip ni kan..haha..mflah klu ada kkurgn..aku hyalah hmbaNya yg lemah,xlepas dr bt silap..apa2 pun,jgn pts asa...  =D ..aku mtk diri dl..insyaALLAH ada msa lg,aku akn conteng2 lg dkt blog sape ntah ni.......eh blog aku..lpa lak...ok..ttyl..brb..salam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-6282215288801072480?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/6282215288801072480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=6282215288801072480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/6282215288801072480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Bibir mudah mengucap sabar&lt;br /&gt;tapi hatilah yg remuk menderita&lt;br /&gt;mempunyai pelbagai tafsiran..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala takdir&lt;br /&gt;terimalah dgn hati yg terbuka&lt;br /&gt;walau terseksa ada hikmahnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harus ada rasa bersyukur&lt;br /&gt;di setiap kali ujian menjelma&lt;br /&gt;itu jelasnya membuktikan&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH mengasihimu setiap masa&lt;br /&gt;diuji tahap keimanan dan kesabaran&lt;br /&gt;sedang rasa terbiar dilalaikan&lt;br /&gt;hanya yg terpilih sahaja&lt;br /&gt;antara berjuta mendapat rahmatNya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala takdir&lt;br /&gt;terimalah dengan hati yg terbuka&lt;br /&gt;walau terseksa ada hikmahnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH rindu mendengarkan&lt;br /&gt;rintihanmu berpanjangan&lt;br /&gt;bersyukurlah dan tabahlah menghadapi&lt;br /&gt;segala ujian diberi&lt;br /&gt;maka bersyukurlah selalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-8479649341144858597?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/8479649341144858597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=8479649341144858597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/8479649341144858597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/8479649341144858597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/2009/01/rahmat-ujian.html' title='Rahmat Ujian..'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-5734768003217079810</id><published>2008-11-17T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:56:11.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratuku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;ingin kuluahkan&lt;br /&gt;apa y sudah lama ingin ku luahkan&lt;br /&gt;tentang kebimbanganku ini&lt;br /&gt;tatkala melihat bunga2 berguguran&lt;br /&gt;dipetik tangan2 yg ganas&lt;br /&gt;lagi bernafsu serakah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;kebimbanganku ini masih menebal&lt;br /&gt;apabila ku mendengar&lt;br /&gt;dengungan kumbang perosak&lt;br /&gt;yg cuba menyedut madumu&lt;br /&gt;walau tanpa relamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;kebimbanganku ini bertambah lagi&lt;br /&gt;bila kumelihat bunga&lt;br /&gt;yg x segan silu&lt;br /&gt;melampiaskan kecantikannya&lt;br /&gt;ketika sedang mekar&lt;br /&gt;melupakan kuntuman&lt;br /&gt;yg sebelum ini melindunginya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;aku masih terpinga2&lt;br /&gt;masih wujudkah lagi&lt;br /&gt;ratu idaman hatiku&lt;br /&gt;kerana apa y kulihat&lt;br /&gt;hari ini&lt;br /&gt;semakin banyak&lt;br /&gt;bunga2 gugur&lt;br /&gt;bagaikan tibanya musim luruh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;bukanlah kuharap&lt;br /&gt;kau segigih SIti Hawa&lt;br /&gt;yg berlari antara safa dan marwah&lt;br /&gt;bukan juga sesetia Ainul Mardhiah&lt;br /&gt;menanti kekasih di pintu syurga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;akuilah hakikat yg tersurat&lt;br /&gt;engkau bukanlah Siti Khadijah&lt;br /&gt;mahupun Siti Fatimah&lt;br /&gt;engkau bukan Aishah&lt;br /&gt;bukan juga Rabiatul Adawiyah&lt;br /&gt;wanita suci terpuji&lt;br /&gt;kerana&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak layak berharap sedemkian rupa&lt;br /&gt;cukuplah sekadar mencontohi&lt;br /&gt;bnga2 itu&lt;br /&gt;kembang mekar mewangi&lt;br /&gt;sehingga harumannya&lt;br /&gt;melewati pintu2 syurga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;tidak perlu kau risau&lt;br /&gt;kdgkala musim berganti&lt;br /&gt;sehingga bunga&lt;br /&gt;x dpt kembang mekar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;esok musim bunga&lt;br /&gt;pasti akn tiba&lt;br /&gt;dan kau akan mmpu berkembang lagi&lt;br /&gt;cuma yg kuharapkan ketika itu&lt;br /&gt;kau jagalah kelopakmu itu&lt;br /&gt;jgn smpai&lt;br /&gt;tgn2 kasar&lt;br /&gt;memetikmu lagi&lt;br /&gt;jgn goda kumbang2 ganas&lt;br /&gt;meghisap madumu&lt;br /&gt;jgn biarkan gagak2 hitam itu&lt;br /&gt;merosakkan serimu&lt;br /&gt;kerana&lt;br /&gt;kau ratu idaman kalbu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;aku bukanlah memandang kecantikanmu&lt;br /&gt;walaupun aku mengakui&lt;br /&gt;kadangkala aku tertarik&lt;br /&gt;memandangnya&lt;br /&gt;tapi&lt;br /&gt;bukan itu y kuharapkan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratuku..&lt;br /&gt;aku yakin&lt;br /&gt;kau mampu menjadi&lt;br /&gt;bunga2 harum terpelihara&lt;br /&gt;dan mahligai syurga&lt;br /&gt;itulah tempatnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-5734768003217079810?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/5734768003217079810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-6275045663325844237</id><published>2008-11-17T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:34:11.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bila....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BILA KAU LETIH DAN HILANG SEMANGAT,&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH TAHU BETAPA KAU TELAH MENCUBA SEDAYA UPAYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILA TANGISANMU BERPANJANGAN DAN HATIMU KEDUKAAN,&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH TELAH MENGIRA TITISAN AIR MATAMU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILA KAU RASA KETINGGALAN DAN MASA MENINGGALKANMU,&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH SENTIASA DI SISIMU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILA KAU TELAH MENCUBA SEGALANYA TAPI TIDAK TAHU TUJUAN,&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH ADA JALAN PENYELESAIANNYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILA TIDAK ADA YANG BEERTI BUATMU,&lt;br /&gt;KELIRU DAN KECEWA, ALLAH ADA JAWAPANNYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIDAK KIRA APA YANG TERJADI, ALLAH SENTIASA BERSAMA HAMBANYA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-6275045663325844237?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/6275045663325844237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=6275045663325844237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/6275045663325844237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/6275045663325844237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/2008/11/bila.html' title='Bila....'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-1007540687617098126</id><published>2008-11-11T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:24:04.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Let Go Of Hope~~</title><content type='html'>Hope gives u the strength to keep going when u feel like giving up..&lt;br /&gt;dont ever quit believing in urself,&lt;br /&gt;as long as u believe u can, u will have a reason for trying..&lt;br /&gt;dont let anyone hold ur happiness in their hands,&lt;br /&gt;hold it in yours, so it will always be within ur reach..&lt;br /&gt;dont measure success or failure by material wealth,&lt;br /&gt;but by how u feel, our feelings determine the richness of our lives..&lt;br /&gt;dont let bad moments overcome u,&lt;br /&gt;be patient, and they will pass..&lt;br /&gt;dont hesitate to reach out for help,&lt;br /&gt;we all need it from time to time..&lt;br /&gt;dont run away from love, but towards love,&lt;br /&gt;because it is our deepest joy..&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for what u want to come to u,&lt;br /&gt;go after it with all that u are, knowing that life will meet u halfway..&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like u have lost, when plans and dreams fall short of ur hopes..&lt;br /&gt;anytime u learn something new about urself or about life,&lt;br /&gt;u have progressed..&lt;br /&gt;dont do anything that takes away from ur self-respect,&lt;br /&gt;feeling good about urself is essential to feeling good about life..&lt;br /&gt;dont ever forget how to laugh or be too proud to cry,&lt;br /&gt;it is by doing both that we live life to its fullest..  (^_~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-1007540687617098126?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/1007540687617098126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=1007540687617098126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/1007540687617098126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/1007540687617098126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-let-go-of-hope.html' title='Dont Let Go Of Hope~~'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-2066058373812740414</id><published>2008-11-11T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:29:59.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warkah Buat Ibu..</title><content type='html'>Mak.....Terlalu bosan rasanya duduk membilang hari.....Dah hampir sepuluh bulan mak pergi,Rasanya baru semalam mak peluk kiter kansejuk syahdu masih terasa lagi nih....Mak tau tak.....itu lah pertama kali mak peluk anak mak yang nakal niSejak kiter dewasa.....dan itu juga terakhir kali nya.Emmmm...rupanya mak dah tau mak nak pergi jauh.....nak tinggal kan anak2 mak.....nak tinggal kan dunia fana ni.....mak macam dah sedia.....Seminggu sebelum tu.....mak dah menganyam tikar mengkuang 3helai.....Akak kata sampai ke pagi mak anyam tikar tuu..... tanpa rasa mengantuk,tanpa rasa letih..... kakak pun rasa hairan..... mak tak penah buatgitu..... pastu mak pasang radio kecil di sebelah mak..... tapi makseolah2 tak sedar bahawa rancangan radio tu Siaran siam..... kengkadangsiaran indonesia...mak terus tekun menganyam... Rupanya tikar yang telahmak siapkan tu di gunakan untukmengiringi mak ke kuburan...Pastu mak sapu sampah sekeliling rumah bersih2....pastu mak jemur karpet-karpet...pastu mak ubahkan sofa ke tempat lain..mak biarkan ruang tu kosong..rupanya kat situ jenazah mak diletakkan.. paling menarik sekali makbgtau kat maner sume duit dan barang kemas mak.. ada kat dalamalmari..... ada kat dalam dalam beg..... ada dalam ASB..... ada katdalam Tabung Haji.. mak cakap tak berapa cukup lagi.... ada kat dalamgulung tikar..... masa tu mak perasan takk..?? kiter gelak sakan bilamak bgtau duit dalam gulung tikar... kiter kata mak ni memang pesennlama laaa... mak cuma gelak jer... eemmm..bahagiaa nya saat ituu..Mak.....Hari tu hari sabtu 18/08/1999 pukul 3 petang mak tiba2 sakit perut.....bila malam tu kiter sampai dari KL.....mak dah dalam kesakitan. Akak danabang kat kampong semua dah pujuk..... mak tetap takmau pi hospital.....dan cuma tinggal giliran kiter sahaja yang belum pujuk... Mak kata maktakmau duduk dalam hospital..... tapi kiter berkeras juga pujukk.. nantidi hospital ada doktor...ada ubat untuk mak.. kat rumah kami hanya mampusapu minyak dan urut jer.. Mak tetap tak bersetuju.....mak memangdegil... tak salah, anak mak yang ni pon mengikut perangai mak tu.. Tapiakhirnya bila melihat keadaan mak makin teruk.... mak sakit perut sampainak sentuh perut mak pon sakit kami adik beradik sepakat hantar juga makke hospital.....Mak.....amponkan kami semua...kami nak mak sehat...kami sayang mak...kami tak mau mak sakit...kami terpaksa juga hantar mak ke hospital....ampon kan kami yer mak....Mak.....Malam itu abang bawa mak ke hospital dan itu lah pertama dan terakhirkali mak naik kereta kiter... Masih terbayang betapa ceria dangembiranya mak, kiter kata nak beli kereta.... Mak asyik tanyaajer..cukup ker duitt.. kiter jawab pula...kalau tak cukup, mak kanbanyak duit... mak gelak ajerr..... Lepas tu bila kereta kitersampai.....mak buat kendurikesyukuran.....Dan kiter masih ingat lagi...bila kiter eksidenTerlanggar kelinn naik motor.....Punya la kiter takut...kiter warning kakak kiter jangan Sesekali bgtaukat mak..... Bila balik sahaja kampong....kiter cepat-cepat simpan ketadalam garaj..... Tapi mak perasan juga bumper depan kemek...mak tanyakenapa...? Selamba jerr kiter jawab terlangar pokok bunga.....Mak....tujuan kiter menipu tu supaya mak tak risau... Maafkan kiterkerana sampai mak pergi mak tak tau hal sebenar... mak, kiter menipu makkan...ampon kan kiter....Mak.....Jam 4.30 pagi 19/08/1999Bila tiba aja kat hospital....nurse tengah balut mak dengan kainputih..... mak mesti nampak kiter jatuh terduduk di lantai hospital...Mesti mak nampak abang cium dahi mak..... Mesti mak nampak akak baca doauntuk mak.... Mesti mak nampak adik terduduk kat kerusi kat sudut itu...mesti mak nampak semua tu kann...kann..kannn Mak tau tak.... Pagi tubalik dari hospital jam 5.20 pagi kiter mamandu dalam keadaan separuhsedar... Adik kat sebelah diam melayan perasann... Kenangan bersama makberputar dalam kepala ini... jalan di depan terasa makin kelam.....airmata dah tak mampu di tahan.... Masa tu seandainya apa-apa terjadi dijalan itu kiter rela... Namun alhamdulillah akhirnya kiter sampaijuga... disebab kan pagi masih awal, jadi jalan tulenggang..kosong....sekosong hati ini..... Sepanjang perjalanan terasakedinginan subuh itu lain benar suasananya..... terasa syahdu dan sayugitu...dinginnnn....Mak.....Kiter masih ingat lagi...Kiter baca AlQuran kat tepi mak temankan mak...Jam 11.00 pagi mak di mandi kan....Anak2 mak yang pangku masa mak mandi....Mak mesti rasa betapa lembut nya kami mengosok seluruh tubuh mak.....Kiter gosok kaki mak perlahan lahan..... Mak perasan tak...? Makcik yangmandikan mak tu pujuk kiter..... Dia kata..." dikk...jangannangis...kalau sayang mak jangan buat gitu...jangan nangis ya.." Bilamakcik tu kata gitu...lagi laaaa laju airmata ni..tapi kiter kawalsupaya tak menitik Atas mak....Mak.....Sampai takat ini surat ni kiter tulis.....kiter nangis ni.....Ni kat dlm bilik...baru pukul 4.00 pagi....Takder orang yang bangun lagi.....kiter dengar nasyid tajuk "anak soleh"kiter sedih...kiter rindu kat mak..!Takpa la.....nanti bila kita selesai sembanyang subuh, kiter baca yassinuntuk mak.mak tunggu ya...!Mak..Sebelum muka mak di tutup buat selamanya....Semua anak2 mak mengelilingi mak...menatap wajah mak buat kaliterakhir.... Semua orang kata mak seolah2 senyum aja... Mak rasatak....masa tu kiter sentuh dahi mak.... kiter rasa sejukkkk sangat dahimakk..... Kiter tak mampu nak cium mak...kiter tak daya.... kitertuliskan kalimah tauhid kat dahi mak dengan air mawar... Airmata kitertak boleh tahan.... Mak mesti ingat kan yang anak mak ni jadi imam solatjenazah untuk mak... tapi kite suruh tok imam bacakan doa sebab kitesebak.... Jam 12 tengahari mak diusung keluar dari rumah.... Akak puladah terkulai dlm pelukan makcik... badan akak terasa panas...makk...anak mak yang seorang tu demam.... Mak tauu...cuma akak sorangsaja anak mak yang tak mengiringi mak ke tanah perkuburan...Mak.....Hari2 ku lalui tanpa kewujudan mak lagi...Begitu terasa kehilangan mak...boleh kata setiap malam selepas maghribanak mak ini berendam airmata... Dan sampai satu tahap....masa tu malamjumaat selepas maghrib... Selepas kiter baca yassin ngan kawan-kawan....entah kenapa biler kat bilik kiter keluarkan gambar2 mak pastu apalagi... semakin kiter tenung terasa semakin sayu...tangisan tak dapatdibendung... Mak tauu...kiter cuba bertahan... memujuk diri sendiri tapitak juga reda... Kiter rasa nak telefon mak... nak cakap dengan mak....anak mak yang ni dah tak betul kan..???? Dan akhirnya dalam sedu sedanitu kiter telefon kampong... Kiter cakap dengan kakak..kiter nangislagi... Puas la kakak memujuk kiter... Akak kata..." tak baik laa nangisaje..doa lah untuk mak..nanti kalau gini ajer mak yang susah kat sana.."Dan akhirnya akak juga nangis..... Agaknya mak nampak adegan tu... sebabmalam jumaat kata orang roh balik rumahh... mengharap sedekah dari anak2nya...Mak tau tak...di saat itu kerinduan terasa menusuksehingga ke hulu hati... rasa nyilu sangat....menusuk-nusuk sehingga terasa begitu sakit dalam dada ni.... Sampaisekarang bila kerinduan itu menjelma...hanya sedekah al-fatihah kiterberikan.....Mak....cukup la sampai sini dulu....kawan kiter dah ketuk pintu bilik tu....kejap lagi kami nak pergi solat subuh kat masjid...selalunya, kiter yang bawak mak naik motor kan...kali ni kiter jalan kaki dengan kawan pulak...esok kiter ingat nak tulis surat kat ayah pula....Mula2 kiter tak tau nak hantar mana surat nih...pastu kawan kiter bgtau...simpan je buat kenangan..Kiter cuma tau alamat ni aje...Takper yer mak...kiter kasi orang lain baca...Kiter stop dulu...sebab kawan kiter dah lama tunggu tu...akhir kata untuk mak, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH dan jutaan terima kasih keranamembesarkan kiter... memberi seluruh kasih sayang dari kecil sampaimasuk sekolah.. sampai masuk universiti.. sampai kiter boleh rase naikkapal terbang... boleh rasa duduk kat negara orang... Sampai akhir hayatini jasa mak tak akan mampu kiter balas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Xtau sape penulis sebenar warkah ni..juz harap akan ada kesedaran utk sape2 yg nak sedar n aku sndiri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-2066058373812740414?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/2066058373812740414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=2066058373812740414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/2066058373812740414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/2066058373812740414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/2008/11/warkah-buat-ibu.html' title='Warkah Buat Ibu..'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-347774507738903019</id><published>2008-11-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:31:12.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kucing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmiLuAPXHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZT8lgB3zq8M/s1600-h/65352189_5a3aa2dc80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267419561397804146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmiLuAPXHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZT8lgB3zq8M/s320/65352189_5a3aa2dc80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kucing......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai suke kucing..tp xde siapa penah selami hati kucing...hmm..kucing mmg nampak comel..manja...tp kalau tgk muka die...kadang2 mcm nampak yg die tgh sedih...,kalau org yg x suke kucing...mesti die lari bile kucing dtg dekat ngan die...kucing tu mesti kecik hati...knape la org tu x suke die ...die cume nak manja2 je..kalau ade sdikit makanan..die nak...sbb perut die lapar...,lebih kejam lg..ade org yg sepak kucing...kadang2 kucing mengandung pun die sepak...sbb kucing tu kacau gf die..gf die pun satu ..ngade2 takut kucing..menyampah aku tgk kat kedai makan kalau pempuan jerit2 kecil takut kucing...yg bf die pun x berhati perut...sepak2 kucing pulak..cube kucing tu sepak die..mesti die marah kan...ada plak y sanggup patahkan tgn dgn kaki kucing tu.Astahgfirullahalazim..kucing mmg xpndai menjerit kesakitan tp kucing hya mmpu thn.kucing kena bjalan dgn bjengket2 cari org y bole bg dia wlupun ekor ikan..&lt;br /&gt;Kucing jalan2 stiap hari...cari makanan..penat die jalan2..tp kdg2 x jumpe makanan...,die letih..die pun tidur la skejap kat tepi2 kedai...hmm..sape2 y ada bela kucing,dia akn doakn kesejahteraan tuan dia biarpun tuan dia xjga dia dgn elok dan xprnah bg dia mkn.kdg2 bila tuan dia tgh sedih,dia dtg temankan.klulah diberikan suara pd dia,dia nak ckp 'Tuan,jgnlah sedih.sy xsuka tgk tuan sedih sbb sy sygkan tuan'..dia pun gesel2kan la bdn dia pd tuan tp apa y dia dpt,kena pkul dgn btg pyapu..&lt;br /&gt;kucing betina akan dipuja mase kucing jantan nak mengawan die...kucing jantan ikut2 die...asyik ikut je mane die pegi...tp bile kucing tu dh mengandung..xde pun kucing jantan nak ikut die..,die mengandung sorang2...die bawak perut die ke hulu hilir...cari makanan....utk baby2 die dlm perut..tp kalau org tgk kucing mengandung dtg..mesti org marah..sbb takut kucing tu beranak kat situ..nnt bertambah2 kucing...kucing mengandung pun pergila berlalu...mase nak bersalin...kucing tu cari tempat..xde tempat..die terpaksa bersalin bawah tangga...die tanggung sakit sorang2...xde siape teman die..xde siape nak tolong die..xde siape simpati dgn die...bile die dh bersalin..die sakit sorang2 jugak...,die cari makan..utk boleh die susukan anak die..bile anak2 die besar...die carikan makanan utk anak die...kalau anak die berebut makanan dgn die..die akan beralah....semuanya demi anak2 die...tp org x pnah nak simpati dgn kucing...bila anak2 dia kesejukan,dia akan jilat2 anak2 dia bg pnas.besarnya kasih seekor kucing utk anak2 dia..&lt;br /&gt;anak2 kucing y hilg mak dia,mgiau2 cari mak dia blik.tp bila ada org dgr ank kucing mgiau2,org ambik anak kucing pastu buang dia jauh2.org kta anak kucing bisg tp slah ke dia pggil mak dia??anak kucing sedih sbb dia mgkin xkn jmp lg dgn mak dia.bila mak kucing blik,mak dia letak ikan y kt mlut,mgiau2 cari ank kucing.mak kucing tau ank dia lpar.mak kucing pusg2 cari ank dia,tp bila org td tu dgr,org tu dtg dgn pypu lidi pastu sebat bdn mak dia.mak kucing pn lari ke bwh pkok smbil pusing blkg.tkut org tu kjar lg.mak kucg mgiau2 lg,pggil ank2 dia tp xde sahutan...&lt;br /&gt;Ade kucing yg sakit mase bersalin..die mati slepas bersalin...die bersalin kat simen rumah org..anak2 die pun mati...die pun mati..org nampak bgkai kucing,org ambik pastu buang dia kat tong smpah.slah ke klu org tu ambik kucing tu pastu tanam elok2??hmmm..kalaula kite dpt selami penderitaan hidup kucing tu ...mesti kite akan simpati dgn die....renung2kanlah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-347774507738903019?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/347774507738903019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=347774507738903019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/347774507738903019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/347774507738903019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/2008/11/kucing.html' title='Kucing..'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmiLuAPXHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZT8lgB3zq8M/s72-c/65352189_5a3aa2dc80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503239357067124942.post-5261854964516358141</id><published>2008-11-11T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:32:03.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lilttle Lover..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmcV2gGXNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B-ksSxlHihY/s1600-h/107891570l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267413138407840978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmcV2gGXNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B-ksSxlHihY/s320/107891570l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of u often and make no outward show,&lt;br /&gt;But what it means to lose u,&lt;br /&gt;no one will ever know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U wished no one farewell&lt;br /&gt;not even said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;U were gone before i knew it&lt;br /&gt;and Only ALLAH knows why u're not forgotten..nor will u ever be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as life and memories last,&lt;br /&gt;I will remember u..&lt;br /&gt;To some,u may be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;to others,u're part of the past,&lt;br /&gt;but to me who loved u dearly,&lt;br /&gt;ur memories will always last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin can be more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;than the memories I have of u..&lt;br /&gt;To me,u were someone special..&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH must have thoughts so too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears could build a staircase&lt;br /&gt;and memories a lane,&lt;br /&gt;I would walk all the way to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;and bring u back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss U my Lil Lover..Rest In Peace.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;moga penawar itu pembawa ceria dihujung cerita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503239357067124942-5261854964516358141?l=aizal25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/feeds/5261854964516358141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503239357067124942&amp;postID=5261854964516358141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/5261854964516358141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503239357067124942/posts/default/5261854964516358141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aizal25.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-lilttle-lover.html' title='My Lilttle Lover..'/><author><name>~25~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13055054661882645514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmeh75xg3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0Mi0X6Q7EnA/S220/37741869550115l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FoAu4M2QLco/SRmcV2gGXNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/B-ksSxlHihY/s72-c/107891570l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
