hobi....
lepas satu, satu yang masuk dalam hidup teman... tapi ia lah.. sekadar hobi.. bertukar-tukar hobi bukanlah satu kesalahan.. ye tak?! heh heh heh....
peringkat awal teman belajar mengendali jentera beroda empat, teman jatuh cinta pada hobi pengubahsuaian kereta... bermula dari enjin sampailah ke aksesori semuanya teman modified.. labur duit sikit demi sikit, memang le tak terasa.. asalkan hati puas dengan apa yang ditengok.. tapi berbaloi le jugak sebab kereta teman masuk jugak majalah.. 'Good Morning Sir' dia punya headline.. masa tu tak usah cerita la seronoknya.. ye lah... darah muda.. pastu baru nak merasa pulak... heh heh..
setiap petang khamis, teman dengan rakan-rakan seangkatan akan berkonvoi ke Jempol,NS tengok orang sprint test.. tiap-tiap minggu.. ada la enam tujuh bijik kete.. speeding usah cerita la.. kalau tak "up meter" tu, memang kena kutuk.. kete modified le katakan.. penat pun tak terasa.. hari sabtu malam ahad baru bertolak balik ke terengganu.. sampai-sampai jer kat base terus pegi keje... heh heh.. tapi itu dulu laaaa... ada le dalam lima tahun.. last-last ambik keputusan jual je kete tu kat anak sedara.. kira kira balik duit yang dah lebur untuk modified tu boleh beli pulak kete baru... CASH!! tapi nak kata apa... dah minat... heh heh heh..
pastu pelbagai hobi yang teman involved... radio amatur, 4x4, biking, muzik.... masuk 4x4 sebab kena racun dengan 9w2XRR.. dapat feroza sebijik terus join team BELANTARA... aktiviti pun hujung minggu jugak... tapi bezanya kat dalam hutan.. bukan lagi kat trek.. skarang ni feroza tu 9w2KOI dah jadi owner baru.. kalau terbaca cerita ni, mintak tolong hantar gambar terbaru feroza tu.. bunyi katanya dah berwajah dan berkuasa baru.. boleh eh bang fazli... hik hik...
ok lah... saja jer merapu kat sini.. ada masa sikit... lepas nie kena sambung keje...
ok 73 dulu...
13 May 2010
12 May 2010
A Box Full of Kisses
sama-sama kita baca dan renungkan.. zuriat itu adalah amanah ALLAH yang AMAT-AMAT BERHARGA....
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.
Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.
11 May 2010
FELDA SG KLAH...
Assalamulaikum dan salam satu malaysia..
teman pernah berjanji untuk terus menulis selagi teman mempunyai keupayaan untuk berbuat demikian... tapi kadang-kadang teman terpaksa akur dengan tuntutan kewajipan yang mau ia dilaksanakan dahulu.. dan kadangkadang itu yang terus membataskan teman untuk terus menulis..
rasa rindu pada rakan-rakan, sahabat handai.. memang selalu bermain di perasaan.. cuba juga untuk teman mencuri ruang, di saat itu juga ruang itu dicuri balik.. belum sempat bermanja bersama waktu yang berlalu pergi, seketika itu juga ada yang iri hati terus merampasnya dari dakapan teman... aduhhhh...
kak yong, 9w2YZU... terima kasih kerana menghubungi teman sesampainya di kampung halaman.. begitulah keadaan kampung teman... perkampungan Felda yang tdak semeriah di bandar.. tetapi ada lokasi-lokasi yang menarik yang mampu mendamaikan jiwa yang meronta.. di tapak tempat kak yong ber'saltmine' itu lah tempat teman mengenal alam persekolahan... mengenal huruf.... kolam dibelakang yang dahulunya milik seorang jiran cina, itulah tempat teman mengail ikan... bangunan tiga tingkat itu cuma sempat setahun saja teman rasai 'baru dan tingginya'... sebelum teman melangkag ke alam menengah... aduhhh... banyak kenangan teman di sana....
dan kerana itu juga hati teman meronta-ronta nak balik... nak menjenguk keluarga di sana... dah lama rasanya teman berkelana di sini.. agak-agaknya ada ke tak rezeki teman di laman sendiri...
73 de 9w2DAP........
teman pernah berjanji untuk terus menulis selagi teman mempunyai keupayaan untuk berbuat demikian... tapi kadang-kadang teman terpaksa akur dengan tuntutan kewajipan yang mau ia dilaksanakan dahulu.. dan kadangkadang itu yang terus membataskan teman untuk terus menulis..
rasa rindu pada rakan-rakan, sahabat handai.. memang selalu bermain di perasaan.. cuba juga untuk teman mencuri ruang, di saat itu juga ruang itu dicuri balik.. belum sempat bermanja bersama waktu yang berlalu pergi, seketika itu juga ada yang iri hati terus merampasnya dari dakapan teman... aduhhhh...
kak yong, 9w2YZU... terima kasih kerana menghubungi teman sesampainya di kampung halaman.. begitulah keadaan kampung teman... perkampungan Felda yang tdak semeriah di bandar.. tetapi ada lokasi-lokasi yang menarik yang mampu mendamaikan jiwa yang meronta.. di tapak tempat kak yong ber'saltmine' itu lah tempat teman mengenal alam persekolahan... mengenal huruf.... kolam dibelakang yang dahulunya milik seorang jiran cina, itulah tempat teman mengail ikan... bangunan tiga tingkat itu cuma sempat setahun saja teman rasai 'baru dan tingginya'... sebelum teman melangkag ke alam menengah... aduhhh... banyak kenangan teman di sana....
dan kerana itu juga hati teman meronta-ronta nak balik... nak menjenguk keluarga di sana... dah lama rasanya teman berkelana di sini.. agak-agaknya ada ke tak rezeki teman di laman sendiri...
73 de 9w2DAP........
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