Semua Tentang Kitaada cerita, tentang aku dan dia

Bila bas tu datang, awak nengok bas tu dan awak kata pada diri awak, “Eee… penuhnya… tak de tempat duduk.” Jadik, awak katakan pada diri awak, “Saya akan tunggu bas yg lain.” Awak pun biarkan bas tu berlalu dan awaktunggu pulak bas yg lain.

Kemudian, datang pulak bas yg kedua.
Awak nengok bas tu dan awak akan cakap, “Eee… bas ni buruk sgt… mesti tak selesa. Dan mungkin bas ni akan rosak kat tengah jalan.” Jadi, awak pun biarkan bas buruk tu berlalu dan awak bercadang untuk tunggu bas yang seterusnya.

Setelah beberapa ketika, datang lagi sebuah bas.

Bas yg datang tu kosong, tak penuh dan tak seburuk bas yg tadi tapi kali ni awak kata, “Emmm… tak de air-cond… cuaca pulak panas. Lebih baik saya tunggu bas yg lain.” Dan sekali lagi awak biarkan bas tu berlalu dan awak bercadang utk menanti bas yg seterusnya.

Tiba-tiba awan mula gelap, cuaca semakin mendung dan baru awak perasan yg awak pula dah terlambat rupanya. Awak mula panik dan terus naik bas yg datang ketika itu, walaupun bas itu tak sebegitu sempurna.

Dan kemudian barulah awak sedar bahawa… awak dah naik bas yg salah. Jadi, selama ni awak dah membazir banyak masa dan wang untuk menunggu apa yg awak nak.

Walaupun yg datang tu adalah bas yang berair-cond, adakah awak dpt pastikan bahawa bas tu tak akan rosak di tengah jalan atau mungkin bas tu tak terlalu sejuk untuk awak?

Jadik, mengingini apa yg awak idamkan tu memang tak salah. Tapi, tak salah juga kalau anda sanggup memberi satu peluang pada orang lain, kan?

Sekiranya awak dapati “bas” itu tak sesuai dengan awak, apa yg perlu awak lakukan hanya tekan loceng dan turun daripada bas tu.

Tapi… saya pasti awak semua tentu ada pengalaman yg macam ni. Awak nampak sebuah bas datang (tentulah bas yg awak nanti-nanti kan), awak tahan bas tu tapi pemandu bas tu pulak buat tak faham dan pura-pura buat tak nampak awak dan terus berlalu tinggalkan awak!

… .Bila ada bas yang lalu melintasi saya macam tu, apa yang saya lakukan ialah BERJALAN! Bodoh sebenarnya untuk mengejar bas tu sebab setiap kali, awak akan terjatuh dan menyakiti diri awak sendiri.

Jadi, bercinta tu adalah ibarat menunggu bas, sama ada awak nak naik dan beri peluang pada bas tu… semuanya terpulang pada diri awak. Dan bila awak berjalan, awak sebenarnya cuba melarikan diri daripada cinta!

This is a story about a girl who fell in love with her
best friend..

Jin and I are best fren..we do anything that best
fren do…One day, i realised that i love him… so i
decided to confessed this feeling to him one nite
where we camp with other frens… he said yes, he
would be my boyfren..

So we went on like other couple’s life does. Watch
movie, walk in park, eat together, go to beach….
but life’s not fun as when we are still best fren….
he also doesnt talk much, or act like we are best
fren, close and share everything… for me, he is
not a suitable or loving a boyfren… but i kept quietly
this on my mind…

But since the day he bcome my boyfren, he every
single day would give me a small teddy bear…At
first i thought it was lovely, but till now, i wonder
why he would gav me this…

One day, i was walking alone at a park. Then i saw
Jin talking to another gurl. I walk towards him and i
overheard him saying “i love u’ to the gurl. I was
really angry and i run home coz Jin never told me
he love me all the time we been boyfren and
gurlfren.

Then, midnite that day, he come to my house and
i open the door. He just passed me the teddy
bear that he used to give me everyday and said
sorry coz i didn’t giv u this today. i was really
angry and i shouted at him,

“Why u alwiz giv me this crap? All i wan to hear
from u is… “I love you” that’s it, izit too hard???”

Jin kept quiet. He took my hand and place the
teddy bear on my palm and left away..i throw the
teddy bear into my cupboard.

The next day, Jin asked me out. We meet at bus
stop near my house..i walk there and then he just
gav me a big teddy bear, my anger was still in high
position, and i throw the teddy to the middle of the
road. He keep quiet and then he go to the middle
of the road and pick the teddy up. He dint realise a
truck was coming towards him. I shouted at him
not to pick it up and he was about look at
me, and………………………

*Bang*.

“JIN!!!!!!” I shouted… the next minute he was lying
on the road, covered with blood. He was sent to the
hospital but it’s too late…i lost him…forever….

After attended his funeral, i went back home and i
hug all the teddy bear he gav me since the day we
became couples… i counted the teddy bear one by
one…
1…2….3…101…230….300..364…and the last
teddy bear he gave covered with his blood was the
365th… it had been a year we became couple… i
squeeze the teddy bear with the tears flow….
suddenly…

*I love you~*
*I love you~*
*I love you~*

I was shocked.. i looked at the teddys… and i take
one of it, and try to press on his tummy..

*I love you~*
*I love you~*

I tried each and every teddy bear he gav me…

*I love you~*
*I love you~*
*I love you~*
*I love you~*
*I love you~*
*I love you~*………………….

And the biggest and the last teddy bear Jin gave
me, I squeeze his big tummy…

*felicia, today is our very first annivery being a
couple after a year… i always love you, yesterday,
today, and forever…….. I love you….*

I dropped the teddy bear……..
I never realised that Jin had actually told me those
words.. every single day…. till today…

I slowly picked the teddy and i whispered to the
teddy’s ear..

“i love you too, Jin..and i always did……..”

Aku cuma ada seorang adik. Usianya tiga tahun
lebih muda daripada
aku. Suatu hari, untuk mendapatkan sehelai sapu
tangan yang menjadi
keperluan anak gadis ketika itu, aku ambil 50 sen
dari poket seluar
ayah.

Petang itu, pulang saja dari sekolah - ayah
memanggil kami berdua.
Dia meminta aku dan adik berdiri di tepi dinding.
Aku menggeletar
melihat rotan panjang sedepa di tangan
ayah. “Siapa ambil duit
ayah?” tanya ayah bagai singa lapar. Aku
langsung tidak berdaya
menentang renungan tajam mata ayah. Kedua-dua
kami membisu, cuma
tunduk memandang lantai. “Baik, kalau tak
mengaku, dua-dua ayah
rotan!” sambung ayah sambil mengangkat tangan
untuk melepaskan
pukulan sulungnya ke belakang aku. Tiba-tiba,
adik menangkap tangan
ayah dengan kedua-dua belah tangannya sambil
berkata, “Saya yang
ambil!” Belum sempat adik menarik nafas selepas
mengungkapkan kata-
kata itu, hayunan dan balunan silih berganti
menghentam tubuh adik.
Aku gamam, lidah kelu untuk bersuara. Walau
perit menahan sakit,
setitis pun air mata adik tak tumpah. Setelah puas
melihat adik
terjelepok di lantai, ayah merungut: “Kamu sudah
mula belajar
mencuri di rumah sendiri. Apakah lagi perbuatan
kamu yang akan
memalukan ayah di luar kelak?”

Malam itu, emak dan aku tak lepas-lepas
mendakap adik. Belakangnya
yang berbirat dipenuhi calar-balar cuba kami ubati.
Namun adik cukup
tabah. Setitis pun air matanya tidak mengiringi
kesakitan yang
mencucuk-cucuk. Melihat keadaan itu, aku
meraung sekuat hati, kesal
dengan sikap aku yang takut berkata benar. Adik
segera menutup
mulutku dengan kedua-dua belah tangannya lalu
berkata, “Jangan
menangis kak, semuanya dah berlalu!” Aku
mengutuk diri sendiri
kerana tidak mampu membela adik.

Tahun bersilih ganti, peristiwa adik dibelasah
kerana mempertahankan
aku bagaikan baru semalam berlaku. Adik
mendapat tawaran belajar ke
sekolah berasrama penuh dan aku pula ditawarkan
menyambung pelajaran
ke peringkat pra-universiti. Malam itu ayah duduk
di bawah cahaya
lampu minyak tanah bersama ibu di ruang tamu.
Aku terdengar ayah
berkata, “Zah, kedua-dua anak kita cemerlang
dalam pelajaran. Abang
bangga sekali!” “Tapi apalah maknanya bang…!”
aku terdengar ibu
teresak-esak. “Di mana kita nak cari duit
membiayai mereka?” Ketika
itulah adik keluar dari biliknya. Dia berdiri di depan
ayah dan
ibu. “Ayah, saya tak mahu ke sekolah lagi!”
Perlahan-lahan ayah
bangun, membetulkan ikatan kain pelekatnya dan
merenung wajah emak,
kemudian wajah adik dalam-dalam.
Panggggg….sebuah penampar singgah
di pipi adik. Seperti biasa yang mampu aku
lakukan ialah menutup
muka dan menangis. “Kenapa kamu ni? Tahu tak,
kalau ayah terpaksa
mengemis kerana persekolahan kamu, ayah akan
lakukan!”

“Orang lelaki kena bersekolah. Kalau tak, dia
takkan dapat membawa
keluarganya keluar daripada kemiskinan,” aku
memujuk adik tatkala
menyapu minyak pada pipinya yang
bengkak. “Kakak perempuan…biarlah
kakak yang berhenti.” Tiada siapa yang
menyangka, dinihari itu adik
tiada dibiliknya. Dia membawa bersamanya
beberapa helai baju lusuh
yang dia ada. Di atas pangkin tempat dia lelapkan
mata, terdapat
sehelai kertas yang tercatat….. “Kak…untuk dapat
peluang ke
universiti bukannya mudah. Saya cari kerja dan
akan kirim wang buat
akak..” Apa lagi yang saya tahu selain meraung.
Ayah termenung, jelas
dia cukup kecewa. Begitu juga emak yang
menggunakan air matanya
memujuk ayah.

Suatu petang ketika berehat di asrama, teman
sebilik menerpa: “Ada
pemuda kampung tunggu kau kat luar!” “Pemuda
kampung?” bisikku.
“Siapa?” Tergesa-gesa aku keluar bilik. Dari jauh
aku nampak adik
berdiri dengan pakaian comotnya yang dipenuhi
lumpur dan simen.
“Kenapa sebut orang kampung, sebutlah adik
yang datang!” Sambil
tersenyum dia menjawab, “Akak lihatlah pakaian
adik ni. Apa yang
akan kawan-kawan akak kata kalau mereka tahu
saya adik kakak?”
Jantungku terasa berhenti berdenyut
mendengarkan jawapannya. Aku
cukup tersentuh. Tanpa sedar, air jernih mengalir
di pipi. Aku kibas-
kibas bebutir pasir dan tompokan simen pada
pakaian adik. Dalam
suara antara dengar dan tidak, aku
bersuara, “Akak tak peduli apa
orang lain kata.” Dari kocek seluarnya, adik
keluarkan sepit rambut
berbentuk kupu-kupu. Dia mengenakan pada
rambutku sambil berkata
“Kak, saya tengok ramai gadis pakai sepit macam
ni, saya beli satu
untuk akak..”Aku kaku. Sepatah kata pun tak
terucap. Aku rangkul
adik dan dadanya dibasahi air mataku yang tak
dapat ditahan-tahan.

Tamat semester, aku pulang ke kampung
sementara menunggu konvokesyen.
Aku lihat tingkap dan dinding rumah bersih, tak
seperti selalu.
“Emak, tak payahlah kerja teruk-teruk bersihkan
rumah sambut saya
balik.” “Adik kamu yang bersihkan. Dia pulang
kelmarin. Habis
tangannya luka-luka.” Aku menerpa ke biliknya.
Cantik senyum adik.
Kami berdakapan. “Sakit ke?” aku bertanya
tatkala memeriksa luka
pada tangannya. “Tak….Kak tahu, semasa bekerja
sebagai buruh
kontrak, kerikil dan serpihan simen jatuh seperti
hujan menimpa
tubuh saya sepanjang masa. Kesakitan yang
dirasa tidak dapat
menghentikan usaha saya untuk bekerja keras.”
Apalagi…aku menangis
seperti selalu.

Aku berkahwin pada usia menginjak 27 tahun.
Suamiku seorang usahawan
menawarkan jawatan pengurus kepada
adik. “Kalau adik terima jawatan
tu, apa kata orang lain?” kata adik. “Adik takde
pelajaran. Biarlah
adik bekerja dengan kelulusan yang adik
ada.” “Adik tak ke sekolah
pun kerana akak.” kata ku memujuk. “Kenapa
sebut kisah lama, kak?”
katanya ringkas, cuba menyembunyikan
kesedihannya. Adik terus
tinggal di kampung dan bekerja sebagai petani
setelah ayah tiada.
Pada majlis perkahwinannya dengan seorang
gadis sekampung, juruacara
majlis bertanya, “Siapakah orang yang paling anda
sayangi?” Spontan
adik menjawab, “Selain emak, kakak
saya….”katanya lantas
menceritakan suatu kisah yang langsung tidak ku
ingati. “Semasa sama-
sama bersekolah rendah, setiap hari kami berjalan
kaki ke sekolah.
Suatu hari tapak kasut saya tertanggal. Melihat
saya hanya memakai
kasut sebelah, kakak membuka kasutnya dan
memberikannya pada saya.
Dia berjalan dengan sebelah kasut. Sampai di
rumah saya lihat akinya
berdarah sebab tertikam tunggul dan calar-
balar.” “Sejak itulah saya
berjanji pada diri sendiri. Saya akan lakukan apa
saja demi
kebahagiaan kakak saya itu. Saya berjanji akan
menjaganya sampai
bila-bila.” Sebaik adik tamat bercerita, aku meluru
ke pelamin,
mendakap adik sungguh-sungguh sambil meraung
bagaikan diserang
histeria.

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home…. suddenly he asked the waiter: “would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea,

I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”. While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee as she knew that’s the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now I’m dying, I m afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again”.

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday , someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee? It’s sweet. She replied.

Love is not 2 forget but 2 forgive,
not 2 see but 2 understand,
not 2 hear but 2 listen,
not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!!

Don’t ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.
Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot. Who calls you back when you hang-up on him.
Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,”..that’s her.”

Source : Forward Email

During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question.
She said, “How do I know if I married the right person?”
I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said,
“It depends. Is that your husband?”
In all seriousness, she answered “How do you know?”

Let me answer this question because the chances are
good that it’s weighing on your mind.
Here’s the answer.
EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with
your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked
their idiosyncrasies.

Falling in love with your spouse wasn’t hard. In fact, it was a
completely natural and spontaneous experience.
You didn’t have to DO anything. That’s why it’s called “falling” in love…
Because it’s happening TO YOU.
People in love sometimes say, “I was swept of my feet.” Think about the
imagery of that _expression. It implies that you were just standing
there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.
Falling is love is easy. It’s a passive and spontaneous experience.
But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It’s the
natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls
become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when
it happens), and your spouse’s idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive
you nuts.

The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you
think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between
the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry
subsequent stage.
At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, “Did I marry
the right person?” And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of
the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with
someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their
spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for
fulfillment.

Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is
the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a
friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.
But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage.
It lies within it.
I’m not saying that you couldn’t fall in love with someone else. You could.
And TEMPORARILY you’d feel better. But you’d be in the same situation a
few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):

THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT’S
LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It’ll NEVER
just happen to you. You can’t “find” LASTING love. You have to “make” it
day in and day out. That’s why we have the _expression “the labor of love.”
Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it
takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.
Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific
things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your
marriage.

Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there
are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise
program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your
relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It’s a direct cause and
effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable…you
can “make” love.

Love in marriage is indeed a “decision”… Not just a feeling.

Source : Forward Email

You might like this. This is hilarious… even an Englishman could not construct sentences using numeric, which is exclusive only to Malaysians and Singaporeans.

Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10. Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1. This is what he came up with… 1 day I go 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down. The man rush out and wanted to 5 with me. I run until I fall 6 and throw up. So I go into 7 eleven and grab some 8 to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab him. 10 God he run away.

So, I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 eleven. Next day, I call my boss and say I am 6 . He said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work. He also asks me to climb a 3 and jump down. I don’t understand, I am so nice 2 him but I don’t know what he 1.

Source : Forward Email

Seorang pemuda hensome yang sedang mabuk, berjemur dipantai
tanpa pakaian menutup tubuhnya. Ketika dia melihat
seorang anak gadis kecil lebih kurang berumur 7 tahun berjalan
melintasinya, Dengan pantas dia menutup bahagian tubuhnya yang tertentu
dengan buku yang sedang di bacanya. Kerana hairan,
anak gadis kecil itu berkata, “Abang, apa abang tutup
dengan buku tu?” tanya gadis kecil sambil menunjuk ke
arah buku. Kerana malu, pemuda itu menjawab,
“Ah tidak ada apa-apa. ini hanya seekor burung pipit?”
Seekor burung pipit?” tanya gadis itu kebingungan.
Betul, hanya seekor burung pipit,” jawab pemuda lebih
tegas. Setelah gadis kecil itu pergi berlalu, si
pemuda kembali membaca buku sambil meneguk minuman
kerasnya. Tak lama kemudian, si pemuda tertidur.

Ketika terbangun, dia berada di hospital dan merasa
sakit yang amat sangat.
Seorang polis menanyainya, “Apa yang terjadi?” “Saya
tidak tahu. Saya sedang berjemur di pantai, lalu ada
gadis kecil bertanya sebentar dan tidak lama setelah
dia pergi saya tertidur dan kini tiba- tiba berada di
sini. Polis itu pergi ke pantai mencari gadis kecil
dan bertanya, “Apa yang kamu lakukan terhadap lelaki
yang sedang berjemur itu tadi?”

Gadis kecil itu menjawab, “Saya tidak melakukan
apa-apa terhadap abang
tu pon. Cuma waktu dia tidur, saya main dengan burung
pipitnya. Tapi
tidak lama kemudian, burung itu meludahi muka saya.
Karena itu saya
patahkan leher dan paruhnya, saya pecahkan
telur-telurnya & saya bakar sarangnya!”

nota : jgncuba temberang budak kecik.. susah nanti…
ekekekekek

Source : Forward Email

“Seorang lelaki melayu ponteng sembahyang Jumaat.

Sebaliknya dia masuk hutan untuk memburu beruang.

Sedang dia terhendap2 di dalam semak,

tiba2 dia berlanggar dengan seekor beruang.

Dia begitu terkejut sehingga senapangnya tercampak

lalu tergelungsur ke dalam jurang.

Dia pula tergolek ke arah lain,

jatuh ke atas batu dan KRAKKKK!

Kedua2 kakinya patah.

Jangan risau .. ini bukanlah berita buruk ok.

Ada lagi ..

Berita buruknya adalah beruang tadi terus menghambatnya,

sedangkan dia dah tak boleh bergerak lagi.

“Ya Allah,” doa lelaki tersebut,

“Ampunilah dosaku kerana ponteng sembahyang berjemaah

pada hari Jumaat yang mulia ini ..

Ampunilah aku ya Allah .. makbulkan hajat ku ini ..

jadikanlah beruang yang memburuku Muslim yang beriman ..

tolong ya Allah! Aminnn ..”

Tiba2 guruh berdentum!

Beruang tadi tiba2 terhenti betul2 di hadapan lelaki tadi.

Sambil menadah kedua2 kaki depannya ke langit ..

beruang tersebut pun berdoa,

“Allahumma barik lana, fima razaktana, wa qina azabbannar. Amin!”

Source : Forward Email

Congrats to Ka Sidah for the new born baby boy

Lahir : 24 Oktober 2008

Jam : 9.35 pagi (rasanye lah)

Berat : 3.98Kg (makk aiiii berat)

Nama : ….