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Post by kuzy on Mar 29, 2004 12:07:36 GMT 8
u love me? really?
argh jgn camtu ..kawakwakw
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Post by StRiDeR on Mar 29, 2004 14:21:07 GMT 8
Pesanan Untuk Orang cantik
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Setiap orang adalah unik. Setiap orang ada kelebihan dan kekekurangannya yang tertentu. Tidak ada manusia yang sempurna kecuali Rasululluh s.a.w kerana baginda telah ditentukan maksum. Selebihnya tidak terkecualai daripada sifat lemah, buruk, hina, sakit san bermacam-macam perkara lagi.
Anda tidak perlu berasa susah hati lantaran gemuk, tidak menarik, terlalu rendah malah cacat. Biar bagaimana keadaan anda, anda tetap unik dan tanpa anda alam ini tidak sempurna.
Memang ALLAH menjadikan manusia pelbagai rupa dan gaya. Disitulah berkuasanya ALLAH. Dia berhak dan mampu berbuat apa saja mengikut kehendak-Nya. Kita memang tidak ada pilihan untuk mempersoal itu ini, mempertikai itu ini.
Anda mungkin berasa rendah hati melihat kekurangan-kekurangan yang ada pada diri anda. Nah, anggap ia satu kelebihan. Jika anda sangka anda buruk, ia satu kelebihan yang tiada pada orang cantik. Anda sangka kecantikan sentiasa membawa untung? Tidak, tidak selalunya begitu. Kadang-kadang kecantikan memusnahkan. Setelah anda dikenali sebagai cantik, ketakutan anda terhadap keburukan lebih besar daripada jika anda semulajadinya buruk.
Orang cantik fobia menjadi buruk. Setiap kedutan di wajah akan dirawat dan setiap kedutan begitu menyusahkan dirinya. Saat menjadi buruk pasti tiba, bagaimanakah perasan si cantik meghadapi hari tua mereka. Bukankah rasa susah yang tiada kesudahan?
Kadang-kadang seekor semut diberikan sayap oleh ALLAH supaya dia boleh terbang dan menerjah api. Samalah halnya, kadang-kadang seseorang manusia itu diberikan kecantikan supaya dengan kecantikan itu dia boleh berbuat sebanyak-banyak mungkar untuk diberikan balasan setimpal di Akhirat.
Tontonlah filem atau drama-drama di TV. Kisah hidup orang cantik selalunya penuh duri. Jika anda buruk setidak-tidaknya anda bebas rasa riak dan takbur.
Penghuni neraka kebanyakkannya wanita sebagaimana disabdakan Rasullah s.a.w wanita itu tentu yang cantik tapi gagal memahami untuk apa kecantikan itu diberikan ALLAH kepadanya. Dan wanita itu tidak terkecuali juga yang buruk sebab dia berterus-terusan saja mempertikaikan kerja TUHAN.
Siapakah wanita penghuni syurga itu, barangkali yang cantik dan dia sentiasa faham kecantikan itu ukuran manusia . Cantik pada pandanagn ALLAH adalah ketaatannya terhadap semua perintah dan laragan ALLAH. Barangkali juga yang buruk tapi dia faham ALLAH tidak memandang rupa paras tapi apa yang ada di dalam hatinya.
Wahai orang cantik, orang buruk, orang rendah, orang cacat, semuanya itu hanyalah ukuran manusia dan ukuran manuisa selalunya sasar. Hargai diri anda sebab kewujudan anda mambuktikan kekuasaan ALLAH!
petikan karya Motivasi: Dr HM Tuah Iskandar Al-Haj (siri:160)
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Post by kuzy on Mar 29, 2004 16:17:03 GMT 8
pada aku orang yang cantik, hensem, segak bergaya,cerdik( mcm aku wakawka) lagi besar dugaan nyer... ade yag datin minat, datuk minat, kaum sejenis minat, tv minat, kan payah..... lastlast... gagal ujian tuhan... tapi sebenarnyer aku nak katakan yang syukur dgn ape yang ade... tula nasihat yang aku slalu sampaikan kat arwen....kawkawakw
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Post by atokENSEM on Mar 31, 2004 1:26:27 GMT 8
pada aku orang yang cantik, hensem, segak bergaya,cerdik( mcm aku wakawka) lagi besar dugaan nyer... ade yag datin minat, datuk minat, kaum sejenis minat, tv minat, kan payah..... lastlast... gagal ujian tuhan... tapi sebenarnyer aku nak katakan yang syukur dgn ape yang ade... tula nasihat yang aku slalu sampaikan kat arwen....kawkawakw arwen?sapekah die?  |
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Post by kuzy on Mar 31, 2004 15:53:07 GMT 8
arwen?sapekah die? teka la... betol 10 rm |
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Post by StRiDeR on Mar 31, 2004 16:04:52 GMT 8
Sepi tanpa cinta
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Konsentrasi ku terganggu. Buku yang sepatutnya aku baca tidak ku pedulikan. Fikiranku menerawang jauh mengenang peristiwa lepas. Merindu seseorang yang tidak lagi ku tahu khabarnya. Memikirkan cinta yang tidak kesampaian. Aku terasa airmata ku mengalir tanpa dapat ditahan. Mudahnya dia berubah. Mudahnya cintaku dipersiakan. Kenapa harus aku yang menanggung beban ini? Mengapa mesti dia yang mencipta perpisahan ini, mengapa tidak aku?
Sudah beberapa lelaki yang aku temui namun tiada seorang pun yang berjaya menawan hatiku. Bukan aku tidak cuba menerima cinta baru. Bukannya aku tidak usaha dan bukannya aku tidak cuba melupakan bekas kekasihku. Apalah daya aku insan biasa yang tidak lepas dari belenggu kisah silam. Empat bulan aku kehilangan cinta, kehilangan pengharapan yang selama ini ku genggam erat. Aku tidak pernah berangan jauh sekali menunggu dia untuk menghubungi ku kembali namun aku tidak dapat lari dari mencipta harapan. Alangkah gembiranya sekiranya dia kembali kepada ku. Aku sudah letih bercinta. Aku bukanlah seorang pemburu cinta.
Dia sudah cukup sempurna bagiku. Walaupun mungkin ada kekurangannya namun ku butakan hati kerana bagiku memadai apa yang ada padanya. Kebaikan dan ketulusan hati memaut jiwa ini dari memandang lelaki lain. Dia melengkapi ciri-ciri lelaki sejati yang kuharapkan dapat membimbingku satu hari nanti.
Benarlah kata orang, sangkaku panas hingga ke petang rupanya hujan ditengah hari. Hanya kerana cinta tidak direstui maka aku yang menjadi mangsa. Terpaksa melupakan insan yang aku sayangi dan dia hanya menurut kehendak keluarganya. Adilkah semua ini diterjah kepadaku?
?Lupakan abang. Satu hari nanti Min akan jumpa lelaki lain yang lebih bagus dari abang.?
?Senangnya abang cakap seolah-olah Min ni mudah suka dan terima orang lain.? Suaraku terketar-ketar. Aku tunduk menyembunyikan airmata yang deras mengalir.
?Min tak paham. Ni kehendak mak abang. Abangpun tak boleh buat apa, abang dah buntu.?
?Tapi abang tak bawak lagi Min jumpa mak abang kan? Kenapa abang tak lakukan sesuatu? Abang memang tak sayangkan Min kan? Abang nak fikir senang je kan?? Aku pandang Is tanpa rasa malu. Aku lihat Is tunduk tidak mahu bertentang mata denganku.
?Dulu abang sendiri kata kita akan kahwin lepas Min grad. Abang dah belikan cincin tunang untuk Min. Sekarang mana janji abang tu? Abang tak jelaskan kat mak abang ke abang ada Min??
?Min takkan paham. Mak abang takkan terima. Abang pun tak tahu nak jadi macam ni. Selama ni abang ingat mak abang akan setuju siapapun pilihan abang. Abang tak sangka masa abang balik kampung baru-baru ni mak abang dah buat keputusan nak jodohkan abang dengan gadis sekampung ngan abang,?
Aku masih tidak dapat lupakan semua tu. Setiap kata-kata Is aku ingat sampai sekarang. Terasa seperti pita rakaman yang selalu berputar. Walaupun aku tidak lagi menemui bekas kekasihku, namun aku sering terbayang-bayang wajahnya. Pertemuan terakhir itu masih tidak dapatku lupa.
Aku kecewa kerana dia sanggup melepaskan aku tanpa berusaha menyelamatkan cinta kami. Segala-gala keperitan cinta aku telan. Walaupun banyak dugaan sewaktu mula-mula aku kenali Is namun kerana cinta yang mendalam dan percaya kepada Is membuatkan aku mampu menempuhinya dengan tabah. Malah aku telah memanggil Is dengan panggilan abang. Praktis kata Is.
?Bila lagi nak praktis panggil Is abang kan..nanti lama-lama kena panggil gak, hehehe? Is gelak melihat mukaku merah padam.
?Iyerla abanggggg?.wekk!? Aku tergelak besar sambil melarikan diri apabila Is cuba mengejarku. Romantiknya masa tu. Tapi itu dulu, sewaktu aku dan Is sedang berbahagia. Aku benar-benar tidak menyangka kesudahannya begini. Kalau aku tahu hendak jadi begini tidak aku sambut cinta Is dulu. Cerita cinta aku dan dia lenyap begitu saja. Kini aku perlu bangun dan teruskan hidup tanpa pakwe ku itu. Aku percaya setiap yang berlaku ada hikmahnya cuma buat masa sekarang aku perlukan ruang untuk menyembuhkan luka yang dia tinggalkan. Betapa sepinya hidup ini tanpa cinta. Segala-galanya kosong. Kawan-kawan melihat aku gembira namun hakikatnya aku menangis. Di saat sahabatku membina pelamin indah aku hanya terkontang-kanting menakung airmata. Airmata cinta seorang perempuan yang kehilangan.
Tidak mungkin aku akan berpaling. Ku doakan dia bahagia dengan siapapun pilihan keluarganya. Bohonglah kalau tiada perasaaan sayang dihatiku. Namun apalah sebuah cinta yang ada sayang andainya tiada kesungguhan. Semoga satu hari nanti aku tidak akan kecewa lagi. Walaupun sudah serik namun aku tidak mahu putus dari mengharap rahmat Allah. Biarlah yang berlalu ku biarkan pergi. Aku redha.
**Manusia hanya mampu merancang tapi ketentuan ditangan-Nya. Oleh itu bersabarlah kerana hari yang sedang indah tidak semestinya kekal selamanya, satu masa pasti ada ranjau onaknya begitulah jua sebaliknya... **
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Post by StRiDeR on Apr 1, 2004 14:16:25 GMT 8
Moral story
My husband is a scientist by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I have to admit, I am getting tired of it, the reasons for me loving him before has now transformed into restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely
sensitive and exquisite when it comes to relationship and feelings, I yearn for romantic moments, just like a little boy yearning for candy. And my husband, is a contrast from me. His lack of sensitivity, and most of all, his inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.
One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked! "I am tired, there aren't reasons for everything in the world" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seeming to be in deep thought the whole night with a cigarette lighted at all times. My feeling of disappointment was getting intense, a man who can't even express
himself, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked :" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes, I slowly answered: "Here is a question, if you can find the answer to my heart, I will change my mind. Let us say, I love a flower at a mountain cliff, and we are both sure that to make you pick the flower will cause death, will you do it for me?" He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow... ."
My heart just sank by listening to his response. The next morning, he was not around, and I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy writing, underneath a glass of warm milk, It goes... .
Dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to further explain the reasons " this first line had already broken my heart. I continue reading. "You can only type on the computer and always end up messing the programs in the PC, followed by your crying in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love travelling but always lose your
way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to lead you. You always have the cramp whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my
mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that is not good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow older, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. I will hold your hand, stroll down the beach, enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sands... tell you the colour of flowers, just like the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I would not pick the flower, and die.." My tears fell on the letters, and blurred the ink of his hand writing... and I resume my reading... "And now, dear... that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied with these answers, please open the door of our house, I am waiting there, with your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, with his hand holding tightly on the milk and bread... . Oh I am sure no one ever loved me as much, and so now I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, or some say, love, when one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows in any form, even a very small little corny form, it has never been a model, it could be the most boring form... flowers, romantic moments is only the superficial form at the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love
stands... and that's our life... love, but not words win the arguments...
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Post by atokENSEM on Apr 2, 2004 2:04:58 GMT 8
ntahla..student byk atok x kenai sgt! |
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Post by enigma on Apr 2, 2004 9:22:34 GMT 8
Alternative route to relief.
Some therapies use fun activities to heal. Here are a few of the best:
Dance
Expressing emotions through improvised movement can help children and adults who can’t talk about their trouble. Group session is often held at hospitals and special-needs schools.
Music.
No only does music reduce depression. But Parkinson’s sufferers who attended music therapy had greater motor and emotional functioning after three months than those who receive physiotherapy.
Gardening
From tending flower beds to building footpaths, community projects benefit everyone-including those with mental health problems or learning disabilities
Art
Cancer patients who took parts in an eight-week art therapy course reported less physical pain. Study participant Rosemary Boccia, 50, worked through her frustration with lung cancer by jabbing lines in her sketch pad. “Letting go was a huge relief”
She says. Ask your GP for a referral.
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Post by atokENSEM on Apr 5, 2004 13:22:23 GMT 8
Alternative route to relief. Some therapies use fun activities to heal. Here are a few of the best: Dance Expressing emotions through improvised movement can help children and adults who can’t talk about their trouble. Group session is often held at hospitals and special-needs schools. Music. No only does music reduce depression. But Parkinson’s sufferers who attended music therapy had greater motor and emotional functioning after three months than those who receive physiotherapy. Gardening From tending flower beds to building footpaths, community projects benefit everyone-including those with mental health problems or learning disabilities Art Cancer patients who took parts in an eight-week art therapy course reported less physical pain. Study participant Rosemary Boccia, 50, worked through her frustration with lung cancer by jabbing lines in her sketch pad. “Letting go was a huge relief” She says. Ask your GP for a referral. ni dah di post dah sblm ni.. |
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Post by kuzy on Apr 5, 2004 13:30:14 GMT 8
ntahla..student byk atok x kenai sgt! klu sebut yang lawa2 mesti betulnye kawakwakw |
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Post by StRiDeR on Apr 5, 2004 15:05:22 GMT 8
ADVICE FOR YOU ALL
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Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
Money isn't everything, but it sure keeps the kids in touch.
If at first you don't succeed, don't take up skydiving.
He who hesitates is not only lost but has to go back and find the exit.
Don't insult the alligator till after you cross the river.
Don't drink and drive. You might hit a bump and spill your drink.
The only substitute for good manners is fast reflexes.
Don't let school interfere with your education.
Never put off till tomorrow what you can forget about forever.
Housework done properly can kill you.
Indecision is the key to flexibility.
There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.
If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.
Be nice to your kids. They'll choose your nursing home.
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Post by kuzy on Apr 5, 2004 15:33:35 GMT 8
USAH DITURUTI REAKSI EMOSI,
LANTARAN IMPLIKASI TAK SERASI DENGAN APA YANG DIIMAGINASI "
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Post by StRiDeR on Apr 8, 2004 3:13:34 GMT 8
Out of the box thinking.........  ------------------------------------- A Japanese soap manufacturing company received a complaint that a consumer had bought a box of soap that was empty. Management asked its engineer to solve the problem permanently to avoid any reoccurrence. The engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with high-resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soap boxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty. No doubt, they worked hard and they worked fast. But a rank-and-file employee that was posed the same problem came out with another solution. He bought a strong industrial electric fan and pointed it at the assembly line. He switched the fan on, and as each soapbox passed the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out of the line. Clearly, the engineers worked hard, but the rank-and-file employee worked smart. So what's better than merely working hard? It's working smart. Having a said that, it is still important to work hard. If you could combine both working hard and working smart, you would possess a major factor toward success. "Excellence is not a destination; it is a continuous journey that never ends." ()""() ()*"() (, 'o') ('o', ) (")(") (")(") #nosmileys
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Post by atokENSEM on Apr 10, 2004 2:15:57 GMT 8
klu sebut yang lawa2 mesti betulnye kawakwakw em...ye lah tu! |
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