Hari Raya..

aku update mana2 yg aku ingat jerlar. sebab byk benda nak cerita tapi tak tau nak mula dgn yg mana satu dulu.. nie aku update gambar2 raya k.. tahun nie raya kat umah ibu n ayah.. sebab mak mertua aku pegi umrah masa raya.. so memang raya kat kg.. no issue..

tahun ni naim decide dia n firaz pakai jubah jer.. aku.. beli baju kurung siap jer.. tak ader tempah2.. 

proses beli jubah utk naim n firaz.. pegi mydin Subang.. sebab kata sana ader byk pilihan n murah2.. cuma nak pegi tular.. 1st jam.. pastu orang ramai giler.. aku kalau ornag ramai2 nie mulalar aku nak marah jer.. tapi memang berbaloi.. saper2 nak pegi haji or umrah.. bolehlar pegi sini.. memang byk pilihan n murah2.. 

nie jubah firaz RM29 hengget jer + songkok dia RM3.. aku rasa mcm nak beli lg 2-3 pasang,.. tapi tak ader saiz lagi.. sebab mungkin masa tu aku pegi dah pertengahan puasa.. so byk barang dah abis.. saiz firaz tu ader satu tu jer.. yg lain semua saiz besar...

Jubah for naim.. Dlm RM 60-70 mcm tular.. tak ingat.. 

balik dari shopping raya tu.. budak sorang nie bila try jubah tak nak bukak2 plak.. so nilar aksi2 dia masa pakai jubah tu.. pandai belakon anak aku nie.. tgklar aksi2 lakonan dia.. orang panggil2 dia ustaz.. terus dia solat.. atas nie gambar rukuk.. 

Sujud..

tahyat akhir..

pastu doa.. 

malam raya tu semua pegi ikut takbir raya.. sampai kul 1.. balik tu mata si kecik nie dah mengantok sebenarnya.. tapi nak jugak kira duit raya.. last2.. hambik ko.. tertido sambil pegang duit raya.. aku?? aku tido jer.. buat tak tau.. malas nak layan.. kul 1 pagi nak kira duit raya.. dahlar mengantok.. esok nak bangun awal... 

kat bawah nie gambar atok n nenek dgn semua cucu2 dia.. tp ya allah.. payahnyalar nak ambik gambar.. mcm2 perangai masing.. tak reti duduk diam.. susah giler nak suruh masing2 pandang camera.. ader jer yg pandang tempat lain.. tgklar gambar kat bawah nie..

tgk..

 bersepah masing2 pandang kat mana tah..

tgk lagi.. mana diaorang pandang.. bersepah..

nie pun sama.. si kecik tu dah start nak nangis..

nie gambar yg senonoh skitlar... hura hara cucu2 shuhaimi nie masa nak ambik gambar..

time to bermaaf- maafan.. ader citer skit pasal firaz nie.. 

nie naim citer.. malam pegi takbir tu.. sampai jer turn takbir kat umah imam.. masa nak balik.. imam tu bagi dia duit raya... tapi tak salam.. dia ulur balik duit raya kat tangan pak imam.. dia sound " salam dulu".. dah salam baru dia ambik balik angpau paket kat tangan imam tu.. abis semua orang gelakkan anak aku.. selamba badak anak aku sound pak imam.. 

ibu n ayah..

nie ambik gambar anak beranak.. tersepit firaz.. budak nie nak duduk atas sofa jugak.. taknak pangku.. hambik ko tersepit.. eksyen.. kot mummy n daddy ko kecik takper.. sekali duduk.. tersepit anak aku.. huhuh..

tersepit lagi..

lagi sekali tersepit...

mummy n daddy ambik gambar curik2.. jgn kasi si kecik tu tgk.. nanti mesti dia nak masuk sama..

muka dah penat giler sampai thari.. orang datang tak berenti.. so aku lar yg berenti rehat kejap...

malam tu main bunga api.. tapi anak aku nie teror.. dia tgk bunga api tu.. dia nak pegi pegang plak api tu.. langsung aku tarik dukung.. ko meleleh jerlar air liur tgk cousins ko main bunga api.. 

malam ke dua tu aku pegi makan pizza dgn ibu n ayah.. abang aku dah balik petang tu.. sebab anak dia demam tak elok2.. nak bawak pegi jumpa doktor.. so dia terus balik umah dia.. 

akak aku plak pegi makan dgn family sebelah abang ipar aku..

tgk aku kesejukan.. sebab hujan lebat giler... jalan plak tak ader bumbung dari parking ke pizza hut tu.. nasib baik towel ader kat dlm keta.. bleh plak time hujan lebat tak ader payung.. memang kuyuplar semua orang..

ibu n ayah yg kesejukan.. semua order air panas..datang jer terus minum.. pehhh.. lega... rasa mcm kat obersea plak.. nasib baik mulut tak kluar asap tau.. ehehe..

gambar kat bawah nie gambar yg aku edit guna instagram.. layan jerlar.. 

 ok.. sebelum terlambat.. SELAMAT HARI RAYA kat semua.. MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN..

New I phone..

aku tak taular aper kena dgn fon aku semalam.. tetiba gambar2 yg aku ambik start sebelum raya until semalam.. semua tak ader.. aper kegilar hp aku nie.. baru jer semalam kawan aku cakap I phone 5 nak kluar lagi sehari dua nie.. tetiba buat hal plak hp aku.. eh..

aku cucuk USB i phone kat computer sbb nak charge..tetiba semua gambar hilang.. bengong tullar.. aku carik2 memang tak ader dah.. tak taular naper n aper reasonnya.. nasib baik kebanyakan gambar aku dah masukkan dlm FB n instagram.. kalau tak lagilar aku sakit hati.. sebab gambar tu tak sempat nak transfer lagi.. 

talking about my exam last saturday.. hmm.. nampak mcm repeat jer.. (sambil mencebik..) susah skit.. mula2 bukak 1st page.. ader 5 questions.. wah.. muka berseri2 jer sebab boleh jawab dgn lajunya.. sekali bukak jer 2nd page.. terus mcm.. aper kebendalar soalan nie mencarut.. selak lagi sampai page 3, 4,5... eh.. byknya soalan nie mencarut.. wakakkaka... aku tak tau soalan tu pasal aper.. tapi aku ader pelampung bila adernya ABC.. ahaha... buat nombor kat pemadam.. A-D.. silalar lambung pemadam anda.. kita tgk.. saper yg kenaaaa.... sakit hati tgk soalan.. bengong.. kalau aku fail.. memang aku repeat April next year.. mcm haram soalan dia.. tetiba nak emo... 

oklar lagi 3 minggu result keluar.. tgk jerlar pass ker tak.. 

Something to share...

aku nak carik benda lain sebenarnya.. nak cari bahan utk charity this week.. sekali terjumpa nie dlm blog che det.. so let's read and take something positive from this article..  

MERDEKA...

1. We are 55-years old. This blessed multi-racial country of ours has been free for 55 years. For some Malaysians of 55 years and under, to be free of foreign rule is no big deal. Of course we are free, so what?

2. Jalur Gemilang! Just a rag – a strip of coloured cloth. It can be of any colour. What’s so great about the stripes, the star and the moon. Why must we be loyal to a piece of coloured cloth?

3. And the anthem. Is it relevant? Why cannot we sing some other song?

4. These are said to be symbols. Symbols of what??

5. Of course we are free of foreign rule. For these 55 and under, it is unthinkable to be under foreign rule. What we know is rule by some Malaysians. And they deny us freedom. We cannot demonstrate. We cannot step on pictures. We cannot change the colour of our flag – that rag. We cannot sing other anthems.

6. We cannot do this; we cannot do that. So where is the freedom?

7. I am past 55 years. I lived under foreign rule. I lived under the British when all white men must be addressed as Tuan (master) and white women Mem (a corruption of Madame I suppose). Ours was to obey, theirs was to command. Politics was out of bounds.

8. I lived under the Japanese. We feared for our women. They had to cut their hair short and wore men’s clothing. They hid in the attic, fearing being raped by Japanese soldiers.

9. The Kampetai or military police had a list of Chinese who had actively supported China against the Japanese. Many were executed by decapitation with the curved Japanese sword.

10. Many were arrested and tortured. Water was hosed into their stomach and then forced out through their mouths and noses. They either died or they confessed to whatever crime they were accused of. Then they were taken out and shot.

11. Thailand allowed the Japanese army to land on its beaches and to march down the Isthmus of Kra into British Malaya. After two months of retreat, the British surrendered.

12. As a reward for their cooperation, the Thais were given four northern Malay state – Kedah, Perlis, Kelantan and Terengganu.

13. I experienced Thai rules. We had to respect their flag and anthem.

14. One evening as I was passing the Alor Star Police Station I heard the anthem and I froze, looking up at the Thai flag being lowered.

15. An old Malay man cycled slowly past apparently unaware that he had to get off his bike and stand at attention.

16. The anthem ended as the flag came down. I heard a shout and a Thai soldier who had been standing at attention ran after the old cyclist. He gave a flying kick to the face and the old man fell off his bicycle, lying still on the road.

17. I did not go to his help. I was afraid of the soldier who seemed about to kick the man again. He changed his mind and went away.

18. The Allied forces won the Pacific War and the British returned. They had promised to defend us from foreign attacks. They had failed. We had to live under the Japanese and the Thais.

19. No apologies were offered. They merely threatened to depose the Malay rulers if they did not sign the MacMichael Treaty surrendering their states outright to the British. In the meantime we were ruled by the British Military Administration. No democracy.

20. Then the worm turned. The docile Malays united as never before and forced the Malayan Union to be aborted. Eventually the states of the Peninsular and then the states of Sarawak and Sabah achieved independence as Malaysia.

21. To me being independent will always be something I will cherish. As a Malaysian I don’t have to call foreigners “Master” or Tuan. We don’t have to fear foreigners in our country. We will not have our heads chopped off. We will not be kicked by foreigners in our own country.

22. Yes, our Governments are not perfect. I was expelled from my party. I was ostracised. When I retired I was treated like an enemy of the Government.

23. Others were detained without trial. A few claimed they were tortured. Maybe they were. But that is not the policy of our Governments. The law does not permit that though there are more advanced countries where torture is legalised.

24. There are good things and bad things, good governance and bad governance in independent Malaysia. It is not perfect. But which country is perfect. In America there is much inequality with 1% being extremely rich and 99% poor according to Nobel Laureate economist Joseph Stiglitz. Europe has been in financial crisis since 2008 and appears unable to get out of it.

25. In the Middle East there is the so-called Arab Spring. Many have died. Revolutionary successes have not brought the promised good Governments and prosperity yet. It will take time.

26. Where else? Africa! I don’t think the Africans are better off than Malaysians. Latin America! Yes Brazil. It’s doing well, that’s all I know. The others are not.

27. And in ASEAN. Singapore has done well. But the people seem unhappy. 15% of the population are treated as second class citizens. They are poor. The other countries are so so.

28. Am I stupid? But really there is nowhere else I would like to be other than Malaysia. It’s not a perfect country. I don’t like some of the things I see or experience. But on balance there is more good in independent Malaysia than there are bad things.

29. So I will celebrate Merdeka days. I will fly the Jalur Gemilang and I will sing the National Anthem. I am proud I am a Malaysian, a citizen of an independent country. I will not step on the pictures of people who only know how to hate and have done nothing to make this country better. By doing what they did they have demonstrated that they and the people who lead them are unfit to rule this independent country. They only know hate. Hatred does not develop nations.

30. So I will shout “Merdeka” Malaysia for Merdeka means a lot to me.

Hallu....

Lama dah tak update blog.. tgh bz giler skang nie.. dah sebulan tak masuk office.. so new update will be after this eh.. 

aku ambik exam CCP, Certified Credit Proffessional.. This saturday examnya.. doakan aku berjaya tau.. Naim pun ambik sekali.. so belajar lar bersama2.. hehe.. mcm zaman kat U pulak.. study sama2.. tetiba tersipu2 sorang2.. wakakakk...

Oklar.. aku keja harini sehari jer.. pastu aku sambung cuti lagi.. sampailar sonin dopan baru keja balik..

so after abis exam baru aku akan update k.. so tungguuu.. (feeling2 mcm ramai yg baca blog aku)...