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Oke lah enough intro,, now aq nk bukak cite baru.. pagi ni aq nk cte pasal kehidupan aq smalam..
cerita di mulekan ,,
harini aq balek ke kampung halaman,,, yeaagghh!!! sudah lame aq x mmenjenguk nenek atau name panggilannya wan.. huhu.. tadi otw, aq sempat g shopping dlu kat nilai 3 beli baju melayu adek aq..

pergh punye la payah nak carik.. cam carik baju nak buat bersanding..HAHA.. 

pastu aq n family teruskan perjalanan ke kampung...
dalam pejalanan aq tetido.. n then bgun2 je tgok aq dah ade kat lwyart..haha...
kemudian mak aq berkata 

"ayien, ko kata nak beli camera an.. duit ko ckop an..jom cpat" ..

pergh,, bile aq tedenga je ayat mak aq tu.. hati aq rse cm nak belari je kua,, best gle..haha
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by: Ayiennyo =)

A Friend That I Once Knew...

We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.

The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.

The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.

For when he died, he took a part of you.

No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes.

No explanations, No reasons why.

I watched it eat you up, pieces fallen on the floor.

We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way.

I would climb my way to heaven, and bring him back home again.

Don't give up hope my friend, this is not the end.

We would do anything to bring him back to you.

We would do anything to end what your going through.

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way.

I would climb my way to heaven, and bring him back home again.

I would do anything to bring him back to you.

Because if you got him back, I would get back the friend that I once knew.

BY : Ayien (^_^)

IT IS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE A BIG DIFFERENCE

HAI!! ..haha salam sume,, ni 2nd time aq 'becakap' dalam blog aq sendiri..bende yg aq nak share arini bekaitan dgan motivasi...hehe,, td aq lepaskan boring aq blogwalking dlm blogspot ni,, tah mane2 blog aq pegi td tbe2 aq stop kat satu blog nih..blog dia sume pasal short stories (i love short stories..hahaa). n sume short stories dia pasal motivasi... mmg bagus cite2 dia,, bole merangsang semangat kite..haha.. n dalam byk2 uw aq tetarik dgn sato short story nih,, cite dia pendek je tp mmg mendalam gile makne dia... n aq da petik cite ni utk korg bace..moge korg ske lah,, n klau xske,, aq xksah n silelah tutup tab blog ini.. xpe saya manusia terima nasihat (^_^)

SELAMAT MEMBACA  =)

There was a man taking a morning walk at or the beach. He saw that along with the morning tide came hundreds of starfish and when the tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun rays, they would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive. The man took a few steps, picked one and threw it into the water. He did that repeatedly. Right behind him there was another person who couldn't understand what this man was doing. He caught up with him and asked, "What are you doing? There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you help? What difference does it make?" This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, "It makes a difference to this one."

What difference are we making? Big or small, it does not matter. If everyone made a small difference, we'd end up with a big difference, wouldn't we?

Sepucuk Surat...

Di bumi tuhan yg indah ,, terdapat dua manusia ciptaannya,, seorang lelaki yg bernama dan seorang wanitA. Mereka merupakan sepasang kekasih. Hidup mereka penuh dengan warna2 kebahagiaan ,, sering disulami dengan gelak tawa , di warnai dengan gurau manja , dan tidak pernah bergaduh walaupun sekali.
Pada suatu hari sedang mereka berjalan di sebuah taman , sang lelaki berkata kepada wanita tersebut, '' sayang, kite bahagia je kan selame nih. syukur sgt2 kte xpenah gado an..hehe hope kte kekal lame.. n awk, SAYA BERJANJI YG KERJA SAYA AKAN DITERUSKAN WALAUPUN SAYA DA XDA..IAITU MMBUAT AWAK BAHAGIA'' . Kemudian lelaki trsebut memberi sepucuk surat kepada teman wanitanya lantas berkata "urm,,sya nk awk bce surat ni 20 hari lagi eyh..ingat 20 hari lagi..." wantita itu pn mnganggukkan kepalanya dan mereka meneruskan aktivi mereka pade hari tu..

Hari- hari itu pun brlalu sehinggalah tibanya hari yg ke 19 , sesuatu yg tidak diduga telah terjadi dalam hubungan mereka. Api pergaduhan telah wujud dalam hubungan . Wanita itu menyatakan yg dirinya sudah bosan dgn lelaki berkenaan, lelaki itu sedaye - upaya mempertahankan cintanya , namun tidak berhasil. Wanita itu bertegas mahu meninggalkan kekasihnya..

Berlalu pergilah lelaki berkenaan dengan hati yang hancur. Sedang didalam kedukaan yg tidak terperi itu, lelaki tersebut melahirkan senyuman sambil brkata sendirian , "takpa, walaupun kita berpisah, janji saya tetap brsame awk,, melihat awak bahagia" ......

3 bulan sudah berlalu, kini wanita tersebut telah bahagia bersama lelaki lain. Tapi panas tidak sampai ke petang rupanya hujan ditengahari.. kebahagiaan mereka tidak berkekalan. Lelaki itu tidak tulus mencintainya,, dia hanya menginginkan keindahan duniawi dan bukanlah cinta sejati...Wanita tersebut menangis merayu harapan...

Tiba - tiba dia teringat akan sesuatu,, sesuatu yg selama ini dilupakan, dibiarkan dan dihapuskan,, kekasih hati lamanya. Dia mula terkenang akan lelaki yg selama ini menjaganya dan memberinya kebahagiaan yg sgat indah..namun hatinya berkata - kata dimanakah lelaki tersebut berada sekarang..Fikirannya kusut lantas ''SURAT!!" kata wanita tersebut,, dia teringat akan surat yg prnah diberikan kepadanya..Dia lalu membaca surat itu..Tiba - tiba,, wanita itu meraung,, meraung sekuat hatinya,, namun dia tidak mampu membuat apa2..

Surat itu bertulis,,
  Kepada kekasihku yang tersayang,,
                                 Pada saat ini diriku sudah tiada lagi utk melihat bumi tuhan yg permai ini.. Pada hari sya tulis surat ni, saya pergi ke hospital utk membuat rawatan , maaf sbb tak bagitau awak slame nih yg saya tengah sakit dan doktor bgitau barah otak yg saya hidapi dh smpai tahap kritikal dan hanya mempunyai 20 hari lagi utk menjalankan kehidupan.. Maafkan saya,, saya xsmpai hati nak tinggalkan awak mcmni..klau btol takdir saya berakhir pade hari tu saya harap sgt awak jge diri awak baik2..n ingat tau,, walaupun saya dah takda tp kerja saya tetap berjalan,, iaitu melihat awak bahagia walau dgan sesiapa pun awak skarang..maafkan saya kekasih.....


Sesal tidak membawa maksud,, janji tidak membawa makna..Kini lelaki trsebut telah pun pergi mnyahut seruan Yang Maha Esa......Apa yg wanita itu mampu lakukan hnyelah menangis, meraung mengenangkan memori kehidupannya, dan tenggelam didalam lautan kesedihan...

jadikan iktibar..

SELAMAT MEMBACA

Dari :Ayien

The Old Man and the Dog

"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me.   "Can't you do anything right?" 
      
     Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle. 
      
     "I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."

        
     My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. 
        
     Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him? 
        
     Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington  and  Oregon  He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. 
      
     The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his powers. 
        
     The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man. 
   
    Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing. 
        
     At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived... But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone. 
       
     My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. 
        
     Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.. 
      
     Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's
troubled mind. 
      
     But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it. 
        
     The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain. 
      
     Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article." 
        
     I listened as she read.. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog. 
        
     I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog  in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.. 
      
     Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly. 
        
     I pointed to the dog "Can you tell me about him?"
       
     The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.." He gestured helplessly. 
        
     As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?" 
        
     "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog." 
        
     I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said.. 
        
     I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly. 
       
     Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house. 
        
     Anger rose inside me It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!" 
        
     Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. 
      
     At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. 
      
     We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw. 
      
     Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal. 
        
     It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne.  Together he and Cheyenne  explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and  Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet. 
        
     Dad and  Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne  made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel  Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night. 
       
     Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed.. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind. 
        
     The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it." 
        
     "I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said. 
      
     For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article.... 
        
     Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. .. ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all. 

Makna Dalam Ungkapan

There is anything about hearts that nobody knows when pain embrace all of our soul.WORDS describe everything no matter lies or anything. Such as:

1. if you are here to tell me that you loved me rite now. i would  hurt you the way you hurting me.
2. Save me from myself because i'm about to fall apart.
3. I'm Worthless...i hate myself..i hate my life..there is no reason to LIVE.
4. WORDS are worth nothing if it is being CONTRADICTED by ACTIONS.
5. I HATE The way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair...I HATE the way you drive my car and the way you stare.. I HATE the way you read my mind and the way you make me laugh..because it is always a lie....I HATE it that your are not around..and the fact that you didnt call.. BUT MOSTLY I HATE the way I DONT HATE YOU..not even close..not even a bit.not even at all..
6. If it didnt matter , you would not be thinking about it..
7. TEARS are words from the HEART that CANT BE SPOKEN..

HahA,, dah takde motivation ke nak HIDUP...???

haha,, relex sudah.. dalam life mmg byk benda yg kadang kdang kite tak sangke akan berlaku. So , sebelum apa apa kita kna prepare dulu..

atau dalam erti kata lain 

Berhati - hati tidak kire dalam apa jga yg berkaitan dgan kepercayaan =)