tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376334418494604762024-03-05T22:10:23.663-08:00It's All About me.. myself... & life..emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-65206860702601885952010-05-29T00:05:00.000-07:002010-05-29T00:06:20.809-07:00takdir cinta<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, lucida, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Ku tutup mataku</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, lucida, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Dari semua pandanganku</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Bila melihat matamu</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Kuyakin ada cinta ketulusan hati</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Yang mengalir lembut</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Penguasa Alam</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Tolonglah pegangi aku</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Biar ku tak jatuh</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Pada sumur dosa yang terkutuk</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Dan menyesatkan cintaku</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Andaikan ku bisa</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Lebih adil pada cinta kau dan dia</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Aku bukan Nabi yang bisa sempurna</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Ku tak luput dari dosa</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Biarlah ku hidup seperti ini</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Takdir cinta harus begini</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Ada kau dan dia bukan ku yang mau</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">Oh Tuhan tuntunlah hatiku</span></span></div></span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-82355212682533783272010-05-22T09:36:00.000-07:002010-05-22T09:39:07.535-07:00sedihnyer.........<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">tak ada kata yg boleh gmbrkn perasaan ni sekrng.. kenapa mesti berlaku?? ape yg trjd ni mgkin ke blasan Allah?? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">:(</span></div>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-34256112740877410152010-05-22T08:58:00.000-07:002010-05-22T09:03:22.029-07:00Kebahagiaan Dalam Perpisahan<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kebahagiaan Dalam Perpisahan</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Shahir AF8</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />Tak perlu ucapkan sepatah kata<br />Kerna lantang terbaca dari muka<br />Kau dan daku sudah tiada<br />Keserasian di jiwa<br />Mungkin magisnya sudah hilang<br /><br />Tak perlulah kita mencuba lagi<br />Betulkan kesilapan perhubungan ini<br />Bila setiap perbincangan<br />Menjadi perbalahan<br />Manakah agaknya cinta pasti<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Embun pun takkan mampu menyubur sekuntum<br />Bunga yang layu pada musim luruh<br />Yang dulunya mekar di sinar suria<br />Bila sudah kering pasti akan gugur<br /><br />Seperti cinta kita yang jelas ternyata<br />Semakin lama oh semakin rekah<br />Menimbulkan tanya, apa mungkin kita<br />Temu kebahagiaan dalam perpisahan..<br /><br />Usah titis air mata kau tangiskan<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ku dah cukup menampung selautan<br />Begitu lama ku pendam<br />Tapi hanya berdiam<br />Kerna cuba menafi realiti</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />(ulang chorus)<br /><br />Kebahagiaan.. dalam perpisahan..</span><br /></span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-12500161720659091732010-05-20T08:06:00.000-07:002010-05-20T08:13:58.774-07:00Why It's Happened to me again?????hummm..... really sad...... kenapa.... kanapa? Hati oh hati, kenapa kau sakit.. <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b>Hati kecik: mcm mana aku tak sakit.. kau selalu memendam rasa..</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">hati besar:Ye ke.. habis, mcm mn nak hilang kan sakit ni?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><b>Hati kecik: Senang jer.. Bnyak kna zikir pa Allah.. jgan mengaluh dgn ape yg berlaku.. </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">Hati besar: Kau bole ckp, tapi bdn yg rs ni bukan ader orng yg tahu.. kene tutup jer kesakitan yang ader ni..</span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">Hati kecik: Cik E, awak kan kuat orng nyer.. Ingat... Allah akan beri masalah pada manusia setimpal dgn keupayaan nya utk menyelesaikan..</span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hati Besr: Ye!!!! aku kene kuat!!! Semngat!!! x mau susah hati.. senyum ajer.. biar org sng gn kiter.. </span></span></div>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-28596648283205671432010-05-17T07:17:00.000-07:002010-05-17T07:23:00.569-07:00SAMBUTAN HARI GURU....<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hari ni sambut hari guru kat sekolah.. happy gak la.. budak+ckgu+pntdbir yg sporting.. x sngka plak dapat award.. he3 tq pljr2 semua.. vote sy.. lain kali vote lg yer.. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Guru paling periang</span></span>... perian ker? bole la.. tapi mrah pun bole than... anyway<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;"> slmat hari guru</span></span> utk smua...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtWZtuE7UVJuTAklOegUUM851Xd2NSGiymr2OKT7Wt-EUsySQpbi43ip8BpMfthbVAfmamQakINi8_SpE_xOL5ce-yGFoesY7pTkeDO0VJZzFkC5aUrd9xzgNvUZRKlFTqWwoby8_y7Y9/s1600/DSC_0080_1321.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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font-size: 13px; "><center style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Teacher Prayer</span></span></b></center><p></p><p></p><center><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Dear God, bless these teachers mightily</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">as they seek to teach, enrich and guide</span></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Your precious children.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Grant them abundant resources to do their job,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">intelligence, wisdom, sensitivity, kindness,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and the material things that make it possible</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">to turn some of these tender green plants</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">into the strong, stable trees that will lead our nation,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">to transform some of these buds into brilliant flowers</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">that will bring light, color and happiness</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">to all who encounter them,</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and to give every one of them the tools</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">to be creative, and productive and to develop</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">their own kind of success in the world.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Lord, wrap Your loving arms around these teachers</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">who give so much of themselves to grow our youth</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">into creative, responsible adults.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We pray that You will immerse them</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">in your boundless, transcendent love.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We pray that You will strengthen and soothe them</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">when they have given so much of themselves</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">that they need Your extra attention, Your extra care.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We love, respect and admire these teachers, Lord</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and we pray that you will watch over them always--</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">these special people who hold our children</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">and our future in their hands.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div></b></span></center><p></p><p></p><center style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">By Joanna Fuchs</span></b></span></i></center></span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-37262120622415062942010-05-15T04:32:00.000-07:002010-05-15T04:37:42.381-07:00TEACHER<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "><center><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">A Teacher for All Seasons</span></span></b></center><p></p><p></p><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">A teacher is like Spring,<br />Who nurtures new green sprouts,<br />Encourages and leads them,<br />Whenever they have doubts.</span></span></center><p></p><p></p><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">A teacher is like Summer,<br />Whose sunny temperament<br />Makes studying a pleasure,<br />Preventing discontent.</span></span></center><p></p><p></p><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">A teacher is like Fall,<br />With methods crisp and clear,<br />Lessons of bright colors<br />And a happy atmosphere.</span></span></center><p></p><p></p><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">A teacher is like Winter,<br />While it’s snowing hard outside,<br />Keeping students comfortable,<br />As a warm and helpful guide.</span></span></center><p></p><p></p><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">Teacher, you do all these things,<br />With a pleasant attitude;<br />You’re a teacher for all seasons,<br />And you have my gratitude!</span></span></center><p></p><p></p><center><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003300;">By Joanna Fuchs</span></span></i></center><div><i><br /></i></div><p></p></span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-66594803518109821772010-05-15T03:43:00.000-07:002010-05-15T03:46:19.974-07:00Selamat hari Guru..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WmEKw55cMxJ5tY8J2-v71LA5ZtNhQcLHIQFT3M7A7YU3mYQW322X6IzHqa58bIAFNp9nG5fGq_P7Ozx0a9VF3N7LUmQkim7KHk1_lZNUoxkRJD5nqDf9wk7w1OlQ6h2_RQuc3qEdHzYL/s1600/page.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WmEKw55cMxJ5tY8J2-v71LA5ZtNhQcLHIQFT3M7A7YU3mYQW322X6IzHqa58bIAFNp9nG5fGq_P7Ozx0a9VF3N7LUmQkim7KHk1_lZNUoxkRJD5nqDf9wk7w1OlQ6h2_RQuc3qEdHzYL/s320/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471446242220512466" /></a><br />n<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660000;">othing much to says... Happy Teacher's Day 4 all who called teacher.. not only in school, including lecturers all over Malaysia.. me TOO.. Hehhehe :)</span></span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-26765858556948761452010-02-26T10:59:00.000-08:002010-02-26T11:11:12.652-08:00fikir, renung dan kongsi...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; ">Tuhan yang Mahabaik memberi kita ikan</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tetapi kita harus mengail untuk mendapatkannya. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Demikian juga jika kamu terus menunggu waktu yang tepat,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">mungkin kamu tidak akan pernah memulakan</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mulailah sekarang...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">mulailah di mana kamu berada sekarang dengan apa adanya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jangan difikirkan mengapa kita memilih seseorang untuk dicintai,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tapi sedarlah bahwa cintalah yang memilih kita untuk mencintainya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Perkahwinan memang mengundang banyak kesusahan(?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tetapi kehidupan sendirian tidak juga memberikan kesenangan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lalu bukalah mata kamu lebar-lebar sebelum bernikah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dan biarkan mata kamu setengah terpejam sesudahnya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Menikahi wanita atau lelaki karena kecantikannya atau ketampanannya</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sama seperti membeli rumah kerana lapisan catnya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Harta milik yang paling berharga bagi seorang lelaki di dunia ini adalah ..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hati seorang wanita. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Begitu juga persahabatan, persahabatan adalah 1 jiwa dalam 2 raga </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Persahabatan sejati adalah seperti kesihatan,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">nilainya baru kita sedari setelah kita kehilangannya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seorang sahabat adalah yang dapat mendengarkan lagu didalam hatimu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dan akan menyanyikan kembali lagu itu tatkala kau lupa akan bait-baitnya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sahabat adalah tangan Tuhan untuk menjaga kita.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rasa hormat tidak selalu membawa kepada persahabatan,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tapi jangan pernah menyesal untuk bertemu dengan orang lain...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tapi menyesallah jika orang itu menyesal bertemu dengan kamu. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bertemanlah dengan orang yang suka membela kebenaran.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dialah hiasan dikala kamu senang dan perisai diwaktu kamu susah.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Namun kamu tidak akan pernah memiliki seorang teman,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">jika kamu mengharapkan seseorang tanpa kesalahan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kerana semua manusia itu baik, kalau kamu boleh melihat kebaikannya</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dan menyenangkan kalau kamu boleh melihat keunikannya</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tapi semua manusia itu akan buruk dan membosankan</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">kalau kamu tidak boleh melihat keduanya.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Begitu juga Kebijakan, Kebijakan itu seperti air</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">kegunaannya terletak pada penerapan yang benar,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">orang pintar boleh gagal kerana dia memikirkan terlalu banyak hal,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sedangkan orang bodoh sering kali berhasil dengan melakukan tindakan tepat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dan Kebijakan sejati tidak datang dari fikiran kita saja,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tetapi juga berdasarkan pada perasaan dan fakta.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tak seorang pun sempurna.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mereka yang mahu belajar dari kesalahan adalah bijak.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Menyedihkan melihat orang berkeras bahwa mereka benar meskipun terbukti salah. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Apa yang berada di belakang kita dan apa yang berada di depan kita</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">adalah perkara kecil berbanding dengan apa yang berada di dalam kita.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kamu tak boleh mengubah masa lalu....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tetapi dapat menghancurkan masa kini dengan mengkhuatirkan masa depan. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bila Kamu mengisi hati kamu ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dengan penyesalan untuk masa lalu dan kekhuatiran untuk masa depan,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kamu tidak memiliki hari ini untuk kamu syukuri.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jika kamu berfikir tentang hari semalam tanpa rasa penyesalan</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dan hari esok tanpa rasa takut,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">bererti kamu sudah berada di jalan yang benar menuju kejayaan</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">------------------------------------------------------------</div></span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-56905056657202457002010-02-26T10:41:00.000-08:002010-02-26T10:51:30.947-08:00friendship<div style="text-align: justify;">In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">first grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">second grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">third grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">fourth grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">fifth grade</span></span> your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">sixth grade</span></span> your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;">seventh grade</span></span> your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">eighth grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330099;">ninth grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">tenth grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCFF;">eleventh grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">twelfth grade</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">At <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">graduation</span></span> your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the </div><div style="text-align: justify;">better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pass on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and </div><div style="text-align: justify;">those you have met along the way...[crying yet? oh there's more] </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us get there.</div>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-50098938039651675102010-02-26T06:19:00.000-08:002010-02-26T06:31:46.413-08:00Happy Birthday My Fren..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTIXsYo-SMxIYngUGaCs6IajHpJWSZ1tJ5tIePjYxN6LYLo-OXQct132fAiMj6xT2pCTf434El3M0fvB4YEAFF7sb68QNfEIA3EWCLRPtg3Sm1lgcuzvaGHiA1AOruQCSVvspuU0unVEV/s1600-h/DSC03092.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTIXsYo-SMxIYngUGaCs6IajHpJWSZ1tJ5tIePjYxN6LYLo-OXQct132fAiMj6xT2pCTf434El3M0fvB4YEAFF7sb68QNfEIA3EWCLRPtg3Sm1lgcuzvaGHiA1AOruQCSVvspuU0unVEV/s320/DSC03092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442559737685117698" /></a><br />27 Februari....<br /><br />happy birthday for my fren.. NOREHAN HARON.. selamat menempuhi dugaan dalam hidup n semoga Allah memberi rahmat pada kehidupanmu.. dan tidak lupa, selamat menempuhi alam rumahtangga pada bulan Mei nnt.. insyaAllah.. ada rezki kita jumpa lagi.. MISS u A LOT!!!!emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-27628615357224210442010-02-22T09:40:00.000-08:002010-02-22T09:47:29.088-08:00MISZZZ my frens a lot!!!!just nak share.. i miss my frens a lot.. dapat kawan yang seronok, mmg seronok.. kadang2 mmg lah tak nafikan mcm2 ragam manusia ni, tapi kalau ada give n take, enjoy tau!!!! ada satu lagu ni mmg syok time2 ingat kawan2. hehehe ;)<br /><br />Those were the days - Mary Hopkins<br /><br />Once upon a time there was a tavern<br />Where we used to raise a glass or two<br />Remember how we laughed away the hours<br />And dreamed of all the great things we would do<br /><br />Those were the days my friend<br />We thought they'd never end<br />We'd sing and dance forever and a day<br />We'd live the life we choose<br />We'd fight and never lose<br />For we were young and sure to have our way.<br />La la la la...<br />Those were the days, oh yes those were the days<br />Then the busy years went rushing by us<br />We lost our starry notions on the way<br />If by chance I'd see you in the tavern<br />We'd smile at one another and we'd say<br /><br />Those were the days my friend<br />We thought they'd never end<br />We'd sing and dance forever and a day<br />We'd live the life we choose<br />We'd fight and never lose<br />For we were young and sure to have our way.<br />La la la la...<br />Those were the days, oh yes those were the days<br /><br />Just tonight I stood before the tavern<br />Nothing seemed the way it used to be<br />In the glass I saw a strange reflection<br />Was that lonely woman really me<br /><br />Those were the days my friend<br />We thought they'd never end<br />We'd sing and dance forever and a day<br />We'd live the life we choose<br />We'd fight and never lose<br />For we were young and sure to have our way.<br />La la la la...<br />Those were the days, oh yes those were the days<br /><br />Through the door there came familiar laughter<br />I saw your face and heard you call my name<br />Oh my friend we're older but no wiser<br />For in our hearts the dreams are still the same<br /><br />Those were the days my friend<br />We thought they'd never end<br />We'd sing and dance forever and a day<br />We'd live the life we choose<br />We'd fight and never lose<br />For we were young and sure to have our way.<br />La la la la...<br />Those were the days, oh yes those were the days<br /><br />MISS all my frens...emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-46819228411540639372010-02-19T23:46:00.000-08:002010-02-19T23:52:29.518-08:00HaPPy FaCes :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEtOkJM4-lMgUUbVBPtPcy1OMMODEJeS7LJ-tdoj2m2jAkCPtFWSqXLbJW4_48KUq8kZiD1bqBKXia752DHtHR-7F_vINCCYKiQwE6kyzhXJXagEXwhu8Jn59NTvqksEqB3eDV2jAvbgn/s1600-h/page.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEtOkJM4-lMgUUbVBPtPcy1OMMODEJeS7LJ-tdoj2m2jAkCPtFWSqXLbJW4_48KUq8kZiD1bqBKXia752DHtHR-7F_vINCCYKiQwE6kyzhXJXagEXwhu8Jn59NTvqksEqB3eDV2jAvbgn/s320/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440229405565588930" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">SENYUMMMM............</span> senyumlah bila ada sesuatu yang merunsingkan hati.. Senyum pengubat luka... Senyum juga penguat semangat.. dan senyum boleh mengerat ikatan..... walau hati berduka, walau otak berserabut... kalau kita senyum, insyaAllah, ada jalan penyelesaian... lihatlah kanak2 di atas... anda akan tersenyum bila melihat keletah mereka.. :) </div>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-26177986213024452232010-02-19T23:20:00.000-08:002010-02-19T23:22:52.482-08:00Life...... hummmmmm..<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Life...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> is like a box of chocolates - a cheap, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">thoughtless</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for, unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once is a while you get a peanut butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is fleeting. In the end, you are left with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, which, if you are desperate enough to eat, leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper. ~</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The X-Files</span></i></span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-47530874570193612112010-02-19T22:36:00.000-08:002010-02-19T22:43:31.046-08:00pics to share..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6tho8tYEjtDHH0u68OPvWgu6zCBblDAlbqJKrZos3WFHR7lR_Z572nXliu7Rph7evjETWjZFTiO9T3-FcHSfGS4jySK8_MkK9v5C0YPexnXSdMXGgGcL1aRuQj8taX53zbvtQNZ4LOV1/s1600-h/PoPuLaR+Tu.....jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6tho8tYEjtDHH0u68OPvWgu6zCBblDAlbqJKrZos3WFHR7lR_Z572nXliu7Rph7evjETWjZFTiO9T3-FcHSfGS4jySK8_MkK9v5C0YPexnXSdMXGgGcL1aRuQj8taX53zbvtQNZ4LOV1/s320/PoPuLaR+Tu.....jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440212103794003490" /></a><br />salam.. keratan akhbar ni menceritakan YB telah turun menjenguk sepasang warga tua di daerah pontian.. Baca.. masa <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TENGOK</span> gambar, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">he3.. rupa2nya nenek ku.. Tak sangka pulak.. Atok dah uzur sangat, kasihan kat atok.. Hmmm.. cuti nnt nak blik la tgk atok ngan nenek.. </span>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-537633441849460476.post-56984976543735501722010-02-19T22:20:00.000-08:002010-02-19T22:23:37.364-08:00Blog....<div style="text-align: justify;">salam... :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">kenapa kena ada blog ni?? tetiba plak.. sebenarnya, ini blog yg ke berapa pun pasti.. saja nak letak atau nak kongsi cerita-cerita menarik dengan sahabat@kawan@sesiapa sahaja yangteringin nak bc blog ni.. apa pun.. sesiapa ygnak bc silakan.,. kalau nak komen juga silakan.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">salam.</div>emma a.k.a ayeenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05783665513240875280noreply@blogger.com0