Star Wars lagi

Sudah begitu lama tidak update blog, bukan kerana kering idea tapi kerana bebanan kerja. Oleh kerana kesibukan yang terlalu melelahkan ada baiknya cuba cari ruang untuk menghilangkan lelah. Ada yang kata shopping boleh bantu release tension. Entahlah. Perempuan je yang selalu guna dan percaya 'shopping theraphy' ni.

So hujung minggu baru lepas, sempat singgah ke Flea Market tempat biasa di PJ. Dalam hati nak mencari Star Wars action figure, hobi yang belum selesai he he he. Dah lama juga tiada khabar berita pasal Star Wars dan tak update gara-gara tugas yang baru disandang awal tahun ni di ofis.

Penuh teliti dan konsentrasi, perlahan-lahan aku meninjau setiap meja jualan yang tersedia koleksi star wars. Dari satu tingkat ke satu tingkat shopping mall tu aku jelajahi. Perghh penuh sabar. Akhirnya kesabaran terbalas apabila bukan satu figurine SW yang aku jumpa, malah beberapa yang boleh meningkatkan koleksi aku yang sedia ada.

Wife aku sempat bertanya ketika aku tunjukkan figurine SW yang kujumpa," Yang ni ada dalam list ke?".

Dengan penuh jujur, jawapan ringkas kuberi," Tak de". Alahai...

The 93%

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target.. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.

As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching!

Fatima had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch the next day Grandma said, ' Fatima , let's wash the dishes.' But Fatima said, 'Grandma, Ahmed told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.' Then she whispered to him, 'Remember the duck?' So Ahmed did the dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Fatima to help make supper.'

Fatima just smiled and said, 'Well, that's all right because Ahmed told me he wanted to help.' She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Fatimawent fishing and Ahmed stayed to help.

After several days of Ahmed doing both his chores and Fatima 's, he finally couldn't stand it any longer.
He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Fatima make a slave of you.'

Thought for the day and every day thereafter?

Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done.... and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...whatever it is...You need to know that Allah was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.

He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you.

The great thing about Allah is that when you ask for forgiveness, He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by Allah's grace and mercy that we are saved.

Go ahead and make a difference in someone's life today. Share this with a friend and always remember: Allah is at the window! When Allah is so loving, men can be so cruel!
If you are one of the 93% who will stand up for Him, forward this with the title 'I'm in the 93%'.
(from an e-mail)

Orang Kaya Sehari...

Semalam adalah antara hari yang saya rasa seperti orang kaya. Mana tidaknya perkara-perkara yang berlaku semalam tidak langsung menimbulkan kerisauan walau sedikit dari segi kewangan. Pagi lagi dalam pukul 9.30 saya dan keluarga bertolak ke KL menziarahi emak. Sampai di KL terus menjemput emak dan singgah di Restoran Hanifa untuk sarapan pagi. Ada waktunya kami turut disertai keluarga Along dan Kak Ina, tapi tidak kali ini kerana mereka ada urusan. Seperti biasa emak akan menghulurkan duit untuk membayar sarapan. Hai emak, anak emak ni dah besar panjang, sudah punya keluarga sendiri dan tidak perlu emak sponsor lagi. Kini giliran saya pula membalas jasa emak.

Usai sarapan, kami terus bergerak ke Damansara kerana emak nak membeli perabut baru untuk ruang tamu. Singgah di Fe**a Design tapi tiada yang berkenan kerana harga mahal tidak setimpal dengan citarasa yang diinginkan. Keluar dari kedai kami sekeluarga terus membawa emak ke 4 buah kedai perabut bersebelahan dan singgah di kedai perabut Cave*zi. Saya punyai citarasa yang berbeza dengan kakak-kakak dan Abang, jadi sukar juga nak mencadangkan kepada emak perabut yang sesuai bimbang dikomen mereka. Selesai memilih, saya membayar penuh harga perabut dengan kad kredit. Terfikir seketika, gaya membeli ini seperti orang kaya. (Alahai, emak yang akan membayarnya kemudian, saya cuma mendahulukan penggunaan kad.) Maaf emak, anak emak ni belum punya kewangan kukuh untuk membiayai perabut emak. He he he.

Seterusnya berbincang dengan emak sambil di sampuk isteri, mengenai cadangan pembelian tanah untuk didirikan rumah di Klang ketika kereta menyusur ke arah Shah Alam. Ada beberapa model rumah yang nak ditunjukkan kepada emak untuk mendapat buah fikiran dan cadangan. Mendapat restu emak insyaAllah melorong keberkatan kurniaan Allah dalam setiap tindakan. Apalah sangat nilainya jika kita dapat menggembirakan hati emak pada ketika kita masih mampu berbuat demikian. Saya tidak mahu menjadi seperti orang lain yang tidak berkesempatan menggembirakan ibu mereka kerana ibu mereka telah tiada. (Mohon Allah panjangkan umur emak kerana masih banyak lagi yang ingin saya lakukan untuknya.) Emak tersenyum memberi persetujuan untuk model rumah Alam Villa. Terdengar di telinga emak nak memberi sedikit bantuan kewangan untuk urusan jualbeli tanah tapi sengaja saya abaikan. Emak memang begitu sentiasa nak menghulurkan bantuan, tapi anak emak ni harus berdikari seadanya. Singgah di rumah Shah Alam untuk solat. 

Usai solat Zohor, terus ke kedai makan untuk makan tengahari. Tidak menyemak wang di dompet, terus membayar. (Bukan ke seperti orang kaya saja gayanya!)Sebaik selesai, singgah di kedai membeli mesin basuh baru menggantikan yang lama dan sudah rosak. Kad ajaib memberikan khidmat sekali lagi. He he he. Selesai transaksi terus menuju ke KL untuk menghantar emak pulang. 

Usai solat Asar, mencium tangan emak, kami sekeluarga bergerak ke Subang Parade. Giliran isteri dan semua kakaknya menjamu ibu mereka (mertua saya) di TGI Friday's bagi menyambut ulangtahun kelahiran. Dari luar jendela kaca terlihat meja panjang tersedia untuk kami. Adik-beradik lain sudah sedia menanti untuk hidangan makan malam. Memang seperti orang kaya gayanya hari ini. 

Aktiviti padat hari ini menyeronokkan dan yang baiknya ia juga menggembirakan hati emak dan ibu mertua. Hanya inilah yang dapat kami berikan walau ia masih kurang berbanding kasih sayang yang ibubapa curahkan. Kami sayang kedua-duanya. 

Laughter is the best medicine.

"A DAY WITHOUT LAUGHTER IS A DAY WASTED"-CHARLIE CHAPLIN

MEN NEVER LISTEN!!

In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied.

A nurse noticed his predicament. " Sir", she said " You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."

He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch! . Each button was identified by letters: WW , WA , PP, and a red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched them?

He couldn't resist. He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this.

Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he pushed the PP button.

A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure.

When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. He was immediately knocked out by an excruciating pain.

Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him.

"What happened?" he exclaimed. "The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button."

"The button ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your testicles are now in this jar, sir."

(from an e-mail)