(^^)v ----> :)))
nih menang essay writing anjuran english panel.. tak sangke lak..
anda na tau ape citer nye..
sila baca di bawah ini..*skema la plak..

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Muka Buku + Fatamorgana


today, g mane2 msty dgr lagu nih..
first dgr cm menyampah gak la kan..
lame2 best plak..
bak kate owg..
#ta kenal make x cinta..ehh? ade kaitan ke..?hehe..
lirik dye best tak semua la..
de cm gatal2 sikit ar lirik yg part nih..
best gak ar..

BANYAK TANDA TANDA TANYA (???) dan juga kata kerja
OTAk kata " JANGAN " hATI pula kata " YA "
hidup tak menentu adakah ini __???
banyak SOALAN banyak juga JAWAPANNYA
kata HATI DAN RASA " TAK " di BIAR sAja

pastuh dgr lak lagu nasyid Fatamorgana
#my fav. since i kanak2 dulu#
nih part dye..

men DEWASA kan USIA..'

the conclusion of my speech is..*hehe


oke lorh ye..
sekian saja..

minggu yang aman dan damai..?


alhamdulillah kita dapek berjumpo lg..
(Selagi Internet tidak terputus! Uiikkks!)

yeye je aman kan..#aman la sgt..huahuaa..

kali nih.
bermulo pasai peperiksaan..xpaham? exam? pham pon... uiiehhh!! aku dah dapat bayangkan reaksi sidang pembace time menelaah entry nih..mesty dok suko punye kan..? sebab, mane lah ade owg yg suke exam2 nih,,,kalo ade pon..aku xnak dekat arr...
sebab semua owg akan menyangka dia is owg giler..hhaaha..
*soey kalo anda terasa*

exam percubaan spm..hampeh seyh..huhu..trok...?hurm..ley la..oke..?lg bole bla..*ntah pape ntah!..
btw -sy bwt yg terbaik- jeng2 dpt paper mathe..result..:)) secret3..haha..bak kte meor
*ini best bro..

cikgu2 plak,
pakat x mau bg soklan bucurrr *mmg ptt pon..hhehee.
sampai terpelanting buku2 aku nak hafal kan semuanye..
add.mthe pun,
tajwid pon,
siroh pon,
tapi, yg siroh tuh ustazah tak ambil peduli sgt la kan..
nak wat,wat, xnak lantak pi la ang~
aku..ehh..mesti berat je idea uh nak turun..#tuh la..suro baca tak emboh..(Hak, hak.. Pemalas mengalahkan kucing!)
oke lah smpai di sini je lorh..
mau pergi Solat!! *anda..?

A Week of Life in City


hari raya yg smpurna adalah meraikannya bersama sy..?hurmm..sadly to say..malam raya pertama da kene berangkat ke puchong..nape..?sbb sy x nak terganggu ngn kemeriahan mereka2 di aidilfitri..biarlah sy menyepikan diri sbentar..bukan niat untuk menyombong saudara2 ku..hanya ingin melepaskan diri dari letupan2 mercun seperti darurat bunyinya..

seriously,memang bosan..atau lebih dikenali sebagai boring in english nya..
kat sana n langat..mmg Totally Different..panas nya hari hingga kan embun pagi terhapus..nikmatnya pagi,,aku hilang..hanya yg ada adalah panas semata2..bukan niat ingin mengutuk..tapi itulah kenyataannya..

sy hanya mampu menghitung syawal berlalu perlahan2..membaca buku dan membuat latihan adalah rutin harian yg wajib..bukan jua niat di hati ingin poyo atau pon tidak lah pandai seperti hanya berusaha untuk mendapat yg sudah berusaha sebaik2 nya..andai tiada keputusan yg memuaskan..itu lah manusia..biasa lah..manusia itu tidak sempurna sy hanya berusaha untuk berada di jalan yg benar..

di langat..andai ingin membeli pekakas rumah atau barangan dapur..kedai runcit atau pasar pagi adalah pilihan apa yg berlaku di puchong..tesco,care4 mahupun gaint..adalah pihan paling utama..tiada wujudnya kedai runcit atau pun pasar di sana..bangunan pencakar langit adalah penganti bagi pokok2 yg tinggi..

dengan keadaan nya sebegitu bagaimana ingin sy enjoy dengan kehidupan di bandar..? sy hanya mampu menghadap buku semata2..ingin jua melarikan diri dr apakan daya..walau seribu langkah ku berlari..hanya yg ada adalah bangunan2 usahawan yg berjaya..

hari demi hari berlalu..makin hampir nampak nya kita dengan tarikh percubaan spm..walau pun percubaan..amat besar makna nya pada ku..doa kan sy ye kawan2..
oke lah..sekian dr ku..