tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82124760912730026772024-03-06T16:38:12.471+08:00Kehidupan, KetenTuan..Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-60889597201958024292009-09-30T12:28:00.005+08:002009-09-30T12:48:37.644+08:00Uncle Azmil..<div style="text-align: justify;">I went his grandmother's house, my aunty's place one night for a visit. There were a few people there as well, discussing amongst others, raya plans. He was moving about from room to room, catching a glimpse of everyone around and then stopped at me.<br /><br />"Uncle Azmil, can you help me fix my Lego?"<br /><br />"What are you building?"<br /><br />"I'm building a spaceship but I got stuck. I cannot find the piece for the next step. Can you help me, please? Please?"<br /><br />I'm not one to deny children's requests, especially if it's harmful ones like this. Plus there was a lot of time left before the dinner 'party' was over and I could sure use the opportunity to bond, knowing that I've hardly known him. Although it was somewhat a cautious walk up the stairs (I've never been above ground level in this aunty's house so every step is a mystery unraveled) we went up.<br /><br />"Who else is upstairs?"<br /><br />"My sister."<br /><br />"What is she doing?"<br /><br />"I don't know."<br /><br />When we got upstairs, his sister wasn't there. She had already gone down (I knew of this as I saw her before I ascended) and the room was lighted with many bits and pieces of Lego on the floor. He brought me to a partly finished lego structure, a storm trooper looking space vehicle.<br /><br />I browsed through Lego's pictorial guide on how to build the spaceship then realised that he skipped two steps by accident. Back tracked and rebuilt it from there on.<br /><br />While I worked on his spaceship, he asked me,<br /><br />"Uncle Azmil, how does it feel like when you die?"<br /><br />"I don't know. I've not died before,"<br />I thought it was one of those questions children ask, without intention, without real interest. Just a question.<br /><br />"When you know, can you tell me?"<br /><br />"I'm not sure if I can. When I die, I won't be seeing you again. What makes you think about this?"<br /><br />"I miss him. How is he? Is he in heaven?"<br />Tears welling up in his eyes. He sniffles while his hands continue playing around with his pieces of lego.<br /><br />I continue putting together his spaceship.<br />"I think he is."<br /><br />"I think he is too. How is it like in heaven? Only good people go to heaven, right?"<br /><br />"Yes, only good people go to heaven."<br /><br />"I miss him.."<br /><br />He is missing his great grandfather, my grand uncle, who has just passed-on a few months ago. It would be 1 year by the end of this year and his presence must have meant something for a little soul like this to be teary-eyed. I just felt broken-hearted not being able to say something better to him, not being able to comfort his fragile soul. All I could say was,<br /><br />"Don't think too much about it. You've got a lot of growing up to do, a lot of happy moments to think of. It's just too soon for you to think of death."<br /><br />We finished the spaceship and he could muster a smile of satisfaction looking at it. It could probably have distracted his attention and though he wanted me to stay up there longer, I couldn't. It was a deal, I told him, that I'd fix his spaceship and then I'll go down.<br /><br />We went down together and watched tv. It was the Manchester Derby that night.<br /><br />As my family and I were about to leave, I reminded him,<br /><br />"Don't think too much about it ya? Be happy as a child."<br /><br />For a moment, he seemed confused. Then,<br /><br />"Oh, ya, about that ya? Ok, I won't."<br /><br />Almost as if we promised, we vowed to keep it to ourselves.<br /><br />I shall not name him.<br /><br />He is only 8.</div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-144672139863070122009-09-17T19:00:00.002+08:002009-09-17T19:02:13.209+08:00Menayang kasut raya yang dah pakai 2 minggu..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJqsSPv_uP6OIGMLfBtJC_IED3Cl728QfP7VVYzXZf6gnRZ-zRabw3ODfiJ_-5nxk1mSbKY1D5fudDizyn3eBasAh8NFtvd9V3hZc0bQ8i3_mt010lwwkKdwkxcHSKBpby4yqLwDJlkc/s1600-h/Kasut+Kilat+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJqsSPv_uP6OIGMLfBtJC_IED3Cl728QfP7VVYzXZf6gnRZ-zRabw3ODfiJ_-5nxk1mSbKY1D5fudDizyn3eBasAh8NFtvd9V3hZc0bQ8i3_mt010lwwkKdwkxcHSKBpby4yqLwDJlkc/s400/Kasut+Kilat+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382389768132309826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMgQ1O1jNAwVEeu4snEMcJdYy0v1TQMoXlvFguAAn33glk3whuxnGDEmgvw_ZoFhWy4Hkmbd5wflsrR5i2llLzG09tk7-5veSiHeYG9nq7oW0Q1y0NRNzW1vuJ3NFwQTHj6LsSnKC9Faw/s1600-h/Kasut+Kilat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMgQ1O1jNAwVEeu4snEMcJdYy0v1TQMoXlvFguAAn33glk3whuxnGDEmgvw_ZoFhWy4Hkmbd5wflsrR5i2llLzG09tk7-5veSiHeYG9nq7oW0Q1y0NRNzW1vuJ3NFwQTHj6LsSnKC9Faw/s400/Kasut+Kilat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382389759848986658" /></a>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-65849232035547118722009-09-16T06:48:00.003+08:002009-09-16T06:58:05.981+08:00Mood songKeane - Everybody's Changing<br />Hopes & Fears - 10 May 2004 (Debut album)<br /><br />You say you wander your own land<br />But when I think about it<br />I don't see how you can<br /><br />You're aching, you're breaking<br />And I can see the pain in your eyes<br />Since everybody's changing<br />And I don't know why.<br /><br />So little time<br />Try to understand that<br />I'm trying to make a move just to stay in the game<br />I try to stay awake and remember my name<br />But everybody's changing<br />And I don't feel the same.<br /><br />You're gone from here<br />Soon you will disappear<br />Fading into beautiful light<br />'cause everybody's changing<br />And I don't feel right.<br /><br />So little time<br />Try to understand that<br />I'm trying to make a move just to stay in the game<br />I try to stay awake and remember my name<br />But everybody's changing<br />And I don't feel the same.<br /><br />So little time<br />Try to understand that<br />I'm trying to make a move just to stay in the game<br />I try to stay awake and remember my name<br />But everybody's changing<br />And I don't feel the same.<br /><br />Ooo...<br />Everybody's changing<br />And I don't feel the same.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVAdEwmJWrA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVAdEwmJWrA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-20748235349441214492009-09-12T11:41:00.001+08:002009-09-12T11:42:34.321+08:00Kaki oh kakiSakit pula kaki ku ini<br />Main bola tak ingat bala<br />Ubatlah nanti kaki ku ini<br />Boleh main bola minggu depan pula<br /><br />:)Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-78560070677508286522009-09-03T16:25:00.004+08:002009-09-03T17:11:00.618+08:00patblas hari<div style="text-align: justify;">Patblas hari lepas aku update blog. Hari ni nak update lagi.<br /><br />Takde cerita menarik semenjak dua ni. Bulan puasa, kepala pun puasa idea. Bukan salah bulan, salah orang. Saja tak nak pikir jauh-jauh, tak nak menung, tak nak buat apa-apa yang patut.<br /><br />Minggu lepas aku kerja, heheh. Minggu ni aku.. err.. malas.<br /><br />Sekarang bos dah boleh usha aku dari opis dia setengah dunia jauhnya daripada sini. Exaggeration. Suku je. Pun exaggerate. 2.5 jam dari sini kalau ikut garisan median greenwich. Dah terpasang kamera intai yang beroperasi sepanjang mana internet beroperasi dan selagi server terpasang. Aku tak nak dia tengok, aku matikan ajela modem. Tapi nanti takleh masuk internet pulak. Ah! Cabutkan aje kabel dua puntung tu. Solosai. Tapi buat masa ni, aku tak buat lagi sebab heran apa dia intai aku ke, tak ke.<br /><br />Aku rasa jugak macam termakan ayat sendiri. Bukan termakan sangat tapi tersedar dengan ayat-ayat yang aku sebut sendiri. Terima kasih kat kawan-kawan yang mengingatkan.<br /><br />Atas kemalasan yang teragak-agak, aku poskan sebahagian isi emel dan link kat bawah ni:<br /><br /><quote>(begin quote)<br />I read a few articles (linked below) due to this discussion and further found it in a few other sites with regards to Malaikat Jibril's do'a. I have not gone as far as certified websites that discusses on Islam but I find it sufficient to quote the following link for us:<br /><br /><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://blog.ubey2u.com/blog/doa-malaikat-jibril-di-bulan-ramadhan-benarkah-ia-wujud/">1. http://blog.ubey2u.com/blog/doa-malaikat-jibril-di-bulan-ramadhan-benarkah-ia-wujud/</a><br /><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.halaqah-online.com/v3/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=286:doa-ramadhan-malaikat-jibril-benarkah-ia-wujud&catid=38:ramadhan&Itemid=87">2. http://www.halaqah-online.com/v3/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=286:doa-ramadhan-malaikat-jibril-benarkah-ia-wujud&catid=38:ramadhan&Itemid=87</a><br /><br />I don't particularly favour this site but the explanation here is clearer for my understanding:<br /><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://rhythmicbabe3.blogspot.com/2009/08/hadis-hadis-palsu-sempena-ramadhan.html">http://rhythmicbabe3.blogspot.com/2009/08/hadis-hadis-palsu-sempena-ramadhan.html</a><br /><br />A good read, for our reference:<br /><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://abdulrazak.com/ver1/?p=177">http://abdulrazak.com/ver1/?p=177</a><br /><end>(end quote)<br /><br /><br />Aku tersentap dengan ayat ini (extracted from the hadith, do not quote this on its own):<br />"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-weight: bold;font-family:'bookman old style';font-size:13px;" ><span>Celakalah orang yang mendapati ibubapanya yang sudah tua atau salah seorang daripadanya, namun mereka tidak memasukkan dia ke dalam surga.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:'bookman old style';font-size:13px;" ><span>"</span></span><br /><br />Maka terkejutlah aku.<br /><br />Patblas hari lepas aku update blog ni, hari ni ada isi baru :)<br /><br /><br /></end></quote></div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-88463352239769717092009-08-20T03:20:00.002+08:002009-08-20T03:30:23.585+08:00Words..Words don't make much sense to me now. I've read less, understood less and comprehend less.<br /><br />I need mental stimulation. Recommend a book, please.<br /><br />Or get me where I am sufficiently abused so I may pick up and charge again.<br /><br />I first listened to this song while in secondary school. The song played and played again as years passed by and only in 93 did I start listening to the lyrics and tried to make logic of what they had to say.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptLYG_p__30&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ptLYG_p__30&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-28765222164772425002009-08-20T03:18:00.001+08:002009-08-20T03:20:23.523+08:00A while? Awhile?I've been confused with these two words now and again and tonight decided to surf it out. Found this:<br /><br /><h1>A While vs Awhile</h1> <p>One of our readers, Robert, wrote to ask Daily Writing Tips:</p> <blockquote><p>Here’s a couple of words I use all the time interchangeably. But are they? <strong>a while vs. awhile</strong> Help me out, o oracle!</p></blockquote> <p>No problem, Robert! This one’s pretty easy to grasp:</p> <p><strong>A while</strong> is a noun meaning “a length of time”</p> <ul><li>“I slept for <u>a while</u>.”<br />- (compare with “I slept for <u>a bit</u>” and “I slept for <u>three hours</u>”)</li><p><em>“I was away from my desk for <u>a while</u>.”<br />- (compare with “I was away from my desk for <u>two minutes</u>”)</em> </p></ul> <p><strong>Awhile</strong> is an adverb, meaning “for a time,” or literally, “for a while”.</p> <ul><li>“I slept <u>awhile</u> before dinner.”<br />(compare with “I slept <u>deeply</u> before dinner” and “I slept <u>badly</u> before dinner”.) </li></ul> <p>As you can see, the words can be used almost interchangeably in some cases – but <strong>a while </strong>needs to be accompanied by a preposition, such as “for” (“I slept <em>for</em> a while”) or “ago” (“I left work a while <em>ago</em>”). <strong>Awhile</strong> always means “for a while”.</p><br /><a href="http://www.dailywritingtips.com/a-while-vs-awhile/">http://www.dailywritingtips.com/a-while-vs-awhile/</a>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-35785627367400029682009-08-05T20:01:00.005+08:002009-08-05T20:14:22.792+08:00One step nearer<div style="text-align: justify;">He made my day lighter.<br /><br />On the drive home, just 8 minutes away from destination, He revealed to me that life is about the destination. It's about moving to a destination hereafter. In similar form of the unexplained future, He made me see that death is part of this unexpected future. No certainty comes from living, neither would there be from dying. No one is surely living tomorrow, neither shall we be able to say how we would live, hereafter.<br /><br />It is how best we prepare ourselves now, to assist in destination hereafter.<br /><br />For those who have been following my writings for the past few months would notice that I've written quite a lot on the fear of dying, the fear of being alone, the fear of the unexpected. Those are genuine, I tell you and I cannot begin to describe how I felt when I felt them. I have always been fearful of lonliness as, the Malay saying goes, "Kubur asing-asing," which means to each their own graves.<br /><br />And in my travel today, it finally clicked: my future with destination Jeddah is as uncertain as after-death itself and the only way I can make the best out of it is to make the best with my preparation.<br /><br />And I move one step nearer.<br /></div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-58558386423703194762009-08-01T12:46:00.003+08:002009-08-01T12:47:40.896+08:00Gambar!It pays to smile in photos.<br /><br />It helps me reminisce past moments, even if they weren't really happy ones but with the length of my attention and memory span, I'd almost forgotten why they weren't happy and focus on the smiles when photos were taken then instead.<br /><br />They're <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/tuanazmil/FAMMyPictures#">here</a> :)Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-27999885683047774412009-07-31T10:27:00.006+08:002009-07-31T11:01:26.469+08:00It's Friday!<div style="text-align: justify;">Yes it is.. and when you find me blogging on a Friday you be well informed that it's quite a slow day to begin with (note: pile of paper got a little higher since my last entry below) and that the inbox isn't as populated as it was 2-3 weeks ago.<br /><br />Be as it may, Friday to me is kinda like Tuesday or Wednesday although not really like Monday as tomorrow is another working day. Over the almost 10 years working, the only break I got from Saturday was for about 1.5 years where we worked 5 day weeks and Saturdays were days of leisure as were Sundays. I noticed though that in those days, I spent more money as I had more time to spend them in comparison to these days.<br /><br />Reminder to self: always pay off what you owe before making the first expenditure on yourself.<br /><br />Guests from the Arabian Peninsular are slowly leaving and remaining now are 3 groups scheduled to arrive in the early days of August. Properties in Langkawi and Penang are fully occupied with late arrivals and it's almost impossible to squeeze any additional rooms out of them.<br /><br />Feel like doing some photo uploads..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdh-j1TMxwGerPOgTh8IT7dY6glNBIMVgc6BAqkFnXdabLe2pBjy5bPok7VqoqsYnmYxF-Rjo8z9XiPRHJZ3-o6BifmQHJMjguUVy1T_M0voepY9WpxwW7uIEgF3q2CxiSIHGHsd8xohk/s1600-h/P1000570.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdh-j1TMxwGerPOgTh8IT7dY6glNBIMVgc6BAqkFnXdabLe2pBjy5bPok7VqoqsYnmYxF-Rjo8z9XiPRHJZ3-o6BifmQHJMjguUVy1T_M0voepY9WpxwW7uIEgF3q2CxiSIHGHsd8xohk/s400/P1000570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364450630587828722" border="0" /></a>Taken last year when the season was about its peak. I can't recall the reason behind the photo though. This is Lawand Tourism & Travel Sdn. Bhd.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GGfZOswdZBW0wpYAwn3VvulCa4-mE4LNb4PS5Fm0DDX3BcyvTjjSrHHTgoz39G_jSRerICZb_9rRDksDrp5JfgRWXVgH3KWycV7HiySTyXkApcEHBADgk_sRdQCFxcvVx93PsroiWug/s1600-h/P1050029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GGfZOswdZBW0wpYAwn3VvulCa4-mE4LNb4PS5Fm0DDX3BcyvTjjSrHHTgoz39G_jSRerICZb_9rRDksDrp5JfgRWXVgH3KWycV7HiySTyXkApcEHBADgk_sRdQCFxcvVx93PsroiWug/s400/P1050029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364452139458638034" border="0" /></a>Taken with Lawand Tourism team members. There are a few others but they were not involved in the FAM Trip.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNFpIrRNsiNf0E_1c-rKVMyfR3Di2iEqCyB1Cbk_qMfQiD3fH-UE-EiiOHcCiPLxrrM18aykG5EI6Ls42V74WwJibpIW4ErClv7wwVPCKXam5n1wv6Dl3dJZmxOP_qwpPhHe-KjoZw2A/s1600-h/P1050032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNFpIrRNsiNf0E_1c-rKVMyfR3Di2iEqCyB1Cbk_qMfQiD3fH-UE-EiiOHcCiPLxrrM18aykG5EI6Ls42V74WwJibpIW4ErClv7wwVPCKXam5n1wv6Dl3dJZmxOP_qwpPhHe-KjoZw2A/s400/P1050032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364451906890562018" border="0" /></a>I think I can.. I think I can..<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjC7nb1kPNwCar6hzr5K59gad5RAnxR2zcrN5BIH2wHHyRinWZCznW7vlBW27pbgL4RIOBMvNI-q2aZDsnBBtuO9vNZQ8Bj0zSTQAkLReGaGCtRPIiW6SzDg6ACjDZoMfFzhQdUwgukK4/s1600-h/P1050031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjC7nb1kPNwCar6hzr5K59gad5RAnxR2zcrN5BIH2wHHyRinWZCznW7vlBW27pbgL4RIOBMvNI-q2aZDsnBBtuO9vNZQ8Bj0zSTQAkLReGaGCtRPIiW6SzDg6ACjDZoMfFzhQdUwgukK4/s400/P1050031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364451903055125698" border="0" /></a>Oh! MUMMYY!! hahaha.. Notice that the boat isn't really that far off the island. Such drama. But I belched my tummy's contents right after snorkeling.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTjwet2pMnjzVKpvfpHbi260Qa83d5RUuk9eplOMeemfFoGjUT7i1tJXfu_zT76lLjHlIVxSrGwBtms2qfwYEPw_xdTMx3xMqi_x5Swy_tDV0R7unfP75rAMtlMSO4YGIhI6sZVNHSeQ/s1600-h/P1050163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGTjwet2pMnjzVKpvfpHbi260Qa83d5RUuk9eplOMeemfFoGjUT7i1tJXfu_zT76lLjHlIVxSrGwBtms2qfwYEPw_xdTMx3xMqi_x5Swy_tDV0R7unfP75rAMtlMSO4YGIhI6sZVNHSeQ/s400/P1050163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364451897212025282" border="0" /></a>Okay, now this is a photo moment :)<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I feel happier already.</div></div></div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-8491131213419097502009-07-28T11:01:00.003+08:002009-07-28T11:21:11.690+08:00I wanted it to be a little uplifting, but..<div style="text-align: justify;">Came to office a little off of time today and received a text message from boss (the one who's on holiday in Malaysia) for something-something. Performed that task and went through some blogs.<br /><br />Checked my weight on the know-it-all scale at home. I'm 24kg fat, 50+kg muscle and what nots else. My weight is on a yo-yo. After meals it'd be about 84, without meals 80-81. I don't know that weights can go up and down just like that. And with that much margin. My metabolic rate is still 2 which is no different although I force myself to move more. My guess is, this is the indicator that actually tells how healthy a person is. This would also answer statements like, ".. but he was so healthy, participating in sports," and what nots. My body is 41 years old according to the scale.<br /><br />Yes, the scale's accurate to say the least. I do feel THAT old. Now that I think of it, 41 is not really that far away since I've just turned 33. 7 years ago, 41 is like NOOO!!! hahaha.. My sister's body age is 15. Heh.<br /><br />Munching chicken sandwich while waiting for that single message from boss asking to meet him gives me the chance to blog. Add the factor of no emails the night before for me to action, it's rather relaxing. Not too relaxing since there's a pile of papers on my left waiting for their time of day. I can't work with interruption because it would upset my mental cabinet and I wait for the moment of expected peace.<br /><br />Which shouldn't be too far away considering that the season is almost over and bookings are not as forthcoming as we would like to expect. We're quite badly hit. Although Malaysia shows growth, Australia is experiencing a 75% drop from last year's revenue. Which brings me to a question boss asked me last night,<br /><br />"How would you take to the idea of doing a different job, - with Lawand of course! - in a different country,"<br /><br />then followed with more under the surface descriptions and ideas.<br /><br />Jeddah. Sales. Promoting Malaysia by a Malaysian. By far Saudi is the hottest market for tourism in the Middle East. We have an office in Riyadh but not in Jeddah. The idea is still ding-donging - pinball style - in my head. I'd love to. It's a great opportunity to venture into sales as I believe I have the knack for it although I've never done sales for a living before.<br /><br />But I'm a jack of all trades, am I not? Ho, read it properly, JACK. Of all trades. You funny people better not start reading it as JACK OF. All trades.. :P Kalau tak paham tak apalah.<br /><br />And Jeddah? Been there for two months and the best I can say about that place is that it's very quiet regardless of the time of the day. It's HOT with hardly any life to live. Forget about hoo-haa-ing. On the other side, it's limitations might be good for me to return to my roots and restart my living. If you've read a few postings prior to this you'd realise that I've been feeling dead for quite a while now although breathing and still living.<br /><br />Mayat hidup. The western term would be zombie but zombie is as good to describe 'mayat hidup' as envy would be to describe 'dengki'.<br /><br />I don't know if I can make it through. Wait. I know I'll make it through when I have to. I'm not the quitter.<br /><br />Although the 'making it through' might also include lots of mental suffering and physical abuse as well.<br /><br />Another dead posting. Sigh..</div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-76924148048989923352009-07-24T02:52:00.006+08:002009-07-24T03:07:14.994+08:00I am 33 today and I feel like I have at most 50% of life remaining.<div style="text-align: justify;">I know it's a day when I should be merry acknowledging how age has turned and what achievements I have made the past 365.25 days. The few weeks running up to my 33rd year of existence has been hectic but despite those time occupying hours, I still managed moments when I reflected not on the year that had passed but the years ahead.<br /><br />And posted, "I am 33 today and I feel like I have at most 50% of life remaining."<br /><br />I've been getting small signs of mortality every now and then when my chest hurts, and I get the feeling of clotting veins, experience occasional short of breaths, light headedness and not to mention the now infamous occasional severe back aches. They don't happen often but they happen often enough that wakes me up every time they do.<br /><br />Then I think of death and how much it'd hurt in the interim to the hereafter. How much I'd miss the people I'll leave behind. Truth is, once I die, I'd be suffering so much that I don't think I'll even have time to think of the life I've left behind.<br /><br />Then I think of the rewards of people who receives Allah's Favours and the followers of Muhammad, peace be upon him. I think of the promise of partners in heaven, the promise of such beautiful life that you'll never have to wonder again. The promise of eternity.<br /><br />I am afraid. I feel fear as I write this down. I am not ready to leave now but I am not preparing myself enough either.<br /><br />I am afraid..<br /></div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-25854880577143645172009-06-24T11:19:00.003+08:002009-06-24T11:28:24.561+08:00Buaya.. buaya..Air tenang jangan sangka tiada buaya..<br />Buaya tenang jangan sangka tak cari mangsa..<br />Mangsa hilang belum tentu salahnya buaya..<br />Buaya hilang mati kerana buatan manusia..Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-55784072436031876382009-06-18T23:24:00.004+08:002009-06-20T13:36:35.551+08:00The day I played amongst the clouds, and walked on land above it.. - Part 3<div style="text-align: justify;">As disembarked, we took some pictures indicating arrival at a foreign airport and proceeded towards the baggage carousel. Yes, first time to Sabah, a little jakun when I had to produce my MyKad for verification. The immigration officer gave me a receipt to be retained and returned upon departure. Collected the bags from the carousel and while waiting we took turns taking photographs with Maya Karin. She's such a sport and didn't mind us. After all bags were claimed, we headed for the exit where the guys who boarded AirAsia were waiting together with the transport that were to take us to Hyatt KK. For some reason, Maya Karin remained at the baggage collection area, as if frozen. Bye Maya.. Hope Celcom treats you well.<br /><br />The relatively short trip to Hyatt KK wasn't eventful but everyone was excited. Capoi had to repeat a number of reminders including how to pack our back pack and Mantat briefed everyone on the usage of PowerBar 1, 2, 3. We arrived after about 20 minutes of travel, got out of the van and into the lobby of Hyatt. Itik called Izzat/Own to get their room number and up we went to the bachelors' pad..<br /><br />We stayed there for a bit when a few took turns answering some calls then headed down to the mall next door for last minute purchases. I bought my balaclava and toothbrush-paste set. We departed KK for Rose Cabin at approximately 3pm after having lunch at a shop in the mall. It was a 2 hour drive which felt like much much longer. We took some snaps along the way of the scenery and of course, Kinabalu. Arrived Rose Cabin at 5-ish and registered our names on a piece of paper for certificate preparations. The rooms were triple sharing and the beds sufficient. Snap-snap lagi then after maghrib went down for dinner. The dinner spread was fabulous! Banyak sangat-sangat but somehow I wasn't in the mood of eating so had what's sufficient. The cabins here somehow does not have sufficient sockets so it's either the TV or the phone charger.<br /><br />Macam biasa, dah lama tak jumpa, malam tu hingaq tak ingat, buat tempat tu macam tempat sendiri. Many of us also decided to pack the bags before going to bed, just in case there wasn't enough time the next day. At about 10, everyone was already quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be, if you don't consider the snores. I have slight difficulty adjusting to the new place and was tossing and turning around for quite a bit.<br /><br />The next morning was rather quiet. It was a nervous moment, going up a mountain. We could see from Rose Cabin the landmarks on the mountain. Laban Rata seemed WAAAAAAAY up there and the two RTM stations looked so far away.<br /><br />"Boleh ke ni?"<br /><br />"Boleh.. kawan-kawan ada, don't worry."<br /><br />We showered with hot water (a necessity, unless if you're thick skinned and have no problem with VERY cold showers) that was heated by live fire. And I do mean live fire. The device would ignite and flames would heat the cooper pipes which would cause the water to kinda boil and viola! Hot water! Yes, another jakun moment.<br /><br />Took pictures outside Rose Cabin then set off for Kinabalu Park.</div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-50066455821932902632009-06-12T16:26:00.004+08:002009-06-12T16:40:28.829+08:00Random Friday<div style="text-align: justify;">As you can see, I'm not that enthusiastic a blogger as many others are. I've started many writings with intentions of producing second third and fourth series/episodes which die off at just one or two or sometimes couldn't even complete one.<br /><br />I blame it on timing and surrounding. Yeah, it's easier that way, blaming others instead of myself. There's always comfort knowing that you're not guilty of anything apart from the finger-pointing. Afterall, finger-pointing is an exercise in its own right. Who says that you can lift a finger without moving a muscle? Since it's muscle movement, it is exercise, no?<br /><br />OK, I digress. Without even telling half the truth, I've been busy or rather keeping myself busy with (sometimes) things that matter and (some other times) things that don't matter at all. It's not easy you know, looking busy. It's an art in its own way and only professionals are able to portray it best whereas amateurs will always seem like they are pretending. Those amateurs really bring shame to the pros and give the art a very very bad name. SHAME on you for being such a poser.<br /><br />At times when I am being myself, I do things that come naturally to me. And that's to sleep. I sleep like its second nature to me. First nature would be to stay up at night. I'm a nocturnal being. I would've played the part of Batman had I known that they were casting. Or had I been a body builder. Or had my name been Christian Bale. Yeah. But it's not and I was not so now I can't even play the role of Robin and since Joker's dead, there goes my final act.<br /><br />Thank you all for reading.</div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-79187652901795307812009-06-06T20:54:00.004+08:002009-06-07T23:03:06.444+08:00Because you made it happenThere's a light, I know<br />At the end of the tunnel<br />And far it is not<br />Just the length of the funnel<br />Brace yourself<br />You should be strong<br />Because if everything else does<br />YOU should not <s>be</s> go wrong<br /><br />Gather the pieces<br />Of what once was whole<br />Step out of the darkness<br />Get back to your role<br />Your life is not done<br />And it is yet to end<br />You have much to achieve<br />And good time to amend<br /><br />Good things don't always happen<br />When you most want it to<br />But when you least expect wonders<br />It will then come to you<br />Keep your chin up<br />You're much better that way<br />Indulge in good thoughts<br />And the occasional souffle<br /><br />Just like a great climb<br />Up a huge towering mountain<br />Forward move! FORWARD!<br />Never shall you turn<br />Regret you should not<br />Whether painful or pleasant<br />Value the experience<br />Because you made it happen.Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-40953379228971564082009-06-06T20:51:00.002+08:002009-06-06T20:54:25.346+08:00A pinch of salt and alotta drama..I feared I wrote a bit too much<br />And talked a bit too loud<br />I feared my speech was out of touch<br />And words were out of thought<br /><br />But write I did and so I spoke<br />I dared the fear I had<br />Then truth be told my throat it choked<br />I end forever sad..Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-2704798416508186522009-05-27T09:28:00.005+08:002009-06-18T23:25:15.268+08:00The day I played amongst the clouds, and walked on land above it.. - Part 2I have at least 5 blog drafts that I've not revisited to complete. This blog, I am determined to complete all three installations of them.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Time passed by as quickly as it could and before long, it was (T-1) to departure day. I've advised my boss quite well ahead of time of my endeavour so he's ready when I told him that I'll be leaving the office for 4 days. Our office ni kecik la sangat. Manpower is so very limited and although we are a dependable duo, having two heads doing work is better than just one. With one head away in the clouds (literally!), the one that remains will have to handle the load. We weren't sure of the telephone reception where we're headed (I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">might not be able to</span> follow you..) and kept our fingers crossed.<br />It didn't help either that there was a huge blunder the day before departure due to a misquote of a client's air ticket, a mistake I realised after payment has been deposited. Better too late than sorry, I had to make clarification as well as rectification on the situation.<br />The night before departure was spent packing up on items that I think I should bring including post-climb items such as extra t-shirts and pants, socks, ding dongs, yeah, the works. I was made to sleep (by mummy.. haha..) early although they were happily watching tv in the room. Have to, since flight departs at 0730 which means that we'd have to be at the airport by 0600.<br />I just couldn't sleep. I was tossing around and even before my alarm was triggered at 0400, I was already awake. Got up, showered and packed my toiletteries (which was just the Eumora bar), got dressed and went down. Texted <a href="http://www.jabbeer.blogspot.com/">Jabir</a> to inform him that I was ready and waited at the front door. It's a weird thing, travelling alone, even at my age. It's not like I've never been to airports on my own- heck, I worked at 3 different international airports! - but travelling is another thing. I remembered to salam with my parents the night before so I left in the morning with an open heart, at peace should anything happen.<br />Jabir arrived about 0505 and we headed straight for KL-CAT. Upon arrival, waited for Ayun to arrive before we bought train tickets. We wanted to check-in at KL-CAT but we had less than 2 hours before departure and had luggage to check-in as well so decided to do it at KLIA. Paid the ticket, took the train and off we went to KLIA. On the train, Ayun managed to check with the other guys on their whereabouts. 2 of us flew AirAsia that morning and another 2 were flying MAS on the same flight but travelling seperately.<br />Arrived at KLIA, checked-in and went for an early bf at KFC. Nothing to shout about la their breakfast meals. Met Itik and Idi after breakfast and after a short ciggie break, went in. On that flight were Itik, Idi, Ayun, Jabir and I. Already in KK and spending the night at Hyatt were Izzat and Own. Also in KK but not in Hyatt was Pelat. On AA were Capoi, Mantat and Farouk.<br /><br />We boarded the flight in good time. Had a short stroll pass the policeman and the scanners without much problem. I've always made a practice of emptying my pockets whenever I arrive at those scanners ever since I worked at the airport. It's better to get it right the first time than to have to queue again, something I learnt in Dubai. Dubai police aren't as forgiving as Malaysian ones although they do lighten up once they knew I was Malaysian.<br /><br />Racist. Haha..<br /><br />We're kinda the later few to arrive at the boarding gate since the hall and the aerobridge was already empty by the time we got there. Put both phones out of reception, scanned my boarding pass and boarded the plane. The flight to KK wasn't that full but there weren't that many seats free to move around. The three of us, Jabir, Ayun and I sat together while Idi sat with Itik, by the emergency exit. To Itik's disappointment, he couldn't recline his seat. Apa la, kerusi rosak pulak he thought, to only realise that it's a sort of safety mechanism they have at emergency exits. Ye la, kalau orang kat emergency exit dok seronok tido sampai tak sedar apa-apa, sapa la pulak nak bukak pintu tu kalau ada emergency?<br /><br />The cabin crew served us our meals about 45 minutes into the flight and throughout the meal, we had lots of references towards Mantat. Ayun gave his piece of something, Jabir a little something else and I snapped pictures of the bountiful goods that was complimentary on MAS. Since we were travelling well above cloud level, there's not much to be seen apart from fluffy clouds and the horizon.<br /><br />The flight started on its descent 30minutes before due time and that was when I saw land once more, in the shape of capes and shores and deltas brown with mud. Took snaps here and there with the phone (I chose not to bring the camera, one less gadget to take care of). After a short while, I started to make out the shape of Kinabalu on the horizon and at that instant, my focus changed from the ground to the mountain. It was magnificient with clouds looming above it and greenery covering its feet.<br /><br />In my awe looking at Kinabalu, I didn't realise that we were fast approaching the tarmac and all of a sudden (and yes, it was quite a jerk, that landing), we were on the ground, braking on the runway, zooming past AirAsia's terminal towards the main terminal building.<br /></div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-62822248505558886822009-05-26T16:14:00.005+08:002009-05-27T09:28:31.425+08:00The day I played amongst the clouds, and walked on land above it.. - Part 1<div style="text-align: justify;">It was a surprise that I took up the challenge of climbing Mount Kinabalu. I have never been a climber and never scaled any hills unless assisted by a motorised vehicle thus the declaration I made one fine February night to my parents surprised them no less.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have always been a creature of the sea. I swim, I go kayaking, I snorkel. Well, I puked as well, while snorkelling but that's a different story to tell. I enjoy being in the water more than being in the mountains and after I left RMC, I didn't return to the jungle even once. I had no experience climbing mountains but hikes, I did. I thought, it's Kinabalu and it's guided. It's doable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There goes the first lesson in embarking on a new adventure: NEVER underestimate.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was on a budget, still am therefore Kinabalu at first, wasn't an option. The guys were actively talking about the climb some days after The Royal 10th Thoroughbred's 20-years anniversary and being in the forum, I read and took mental notes. As I am in the travel industry, I one day decided to open my fat mouth and offered to get them bookings for the flight to Kota Kinabalu. As fate has said it, my offer for ticket booking was mistaken as an indication to climb and I decided then that I should.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">From that moment on begins my journey towards scaling Mount Kinabalu, located in a state I've never been to, at a height I've never been at and walking a distance I've not walked for a good 16 years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First on my list of to-buy items were airline tickets, without which all preparations would have resulted in a nought and with which there should be no excuses not to go. Ada la juga dilly dally but the shock came from Ayun who informed that the airfare has been steadily increasing and what used to be RM200+- for a return fare is now RM400+-. I checked for the price online and made the purchase there and then. RM466 for a return flight is quite alright. I bought AirAsia tickets for Farouk and Razman at RM172 return. Banyak beza but we get service and what nots too. Whatever it is, forward we move!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Next on the list of to-buys were a pair of shoes. I have shoes for every sports and occasion that I involve myself in but yes, climbing wasn't one of those occasions. So off I went to scout for shoes with the help of Zahirah and her contact. Zahirah worked at RSH for a period of time so I reckon I could get some good stuff off RSH for a good price and I was not disappointed. Bought me a Merrel (original price RM329) for RM197.40. OK, most important items purchased.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Played sports, did rope exercises at home early mornings (until we started moving things from the ground floor into my room and the room becomes a store once more) and had intentions of going to the gym which remained intentions.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then Razman proposed the idea of having an event t-shirt. Razman has been known as the t-shirt guy of some sort, being center in many of our t-shirt making history since college and we took up the idea almost immediately! Seeing how time was then short, we left the designing, material and miscellaneous stuff for him to settle. It turned out wonderful, our t-shirt was bright orange and very distinct. Someone even remarked that we looked like hashers :P</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Further to the list of items to bring/buy/borrow were knapsacks, socks, t-shirts, towel, water bottle, gloves, snow cap/balaclava, head lamps, rain coat, track bottoms and what nots. I brought my knapsack, socks, t-shirts, towel, my beloved and dedicated water bottle (bought 2 years ago and has since been providing good service), as well as track bottoms and an extra pair of shoes. The shoes were my mother's idea, she being wary shud the Merrel crack open. I borrowed my brother's virgin go-kart gloves and bought a balaclava (checkout my profile picture on fb with the balaclava on!), head lamp and rain coat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were told to pack light and as light as I could I packed. It was light enough I bet since it didn't incur any excess baggage for my checked-in baggage which I originally wanted to pull along.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Part two will begin soon!</div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-82643198749361556502009-05-12T18:07:00.002+08:002009-05-12T18:50:39.441+08:00Achoo!<div style="text-align: justify;">Hahaha.. dah kena tegur dah, blog tak berjaga, terbiar dan bersemak samun serta habuk. Ada je niat dan gerak hati yang kata nak kena updatekan tapi niat tu tinggal niat je la. Until today. It's not really a fruitful day that calls for a celebration but it was a day that was and made me want to write.<br /><br />I've been wanting to write about music, its lyrics and what music filtration/censorship is to me. I had a feedback/comment recently about the songs that I liked listening to because it is said to be so unmanly. Oh, that posting is <a href="http://tuanswants.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-listen-to.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Yeah, Shontelle? It's funny, I know, that a guy listens to a get-well-picker-upper-chick-song as compared to the more manly type songs but hey, I now look forward to the time the radio DJs play Taylor Swift's Love Story. Yes, it drives my head up high in stories of fairy tale endings, imagining how things would turn out for 'Romeo' and 'Juliet' and sing in my croaky voice, drumming on air/lap/steering wheel and smiling.<br /><br />I'd rather do silly than do dangerous.<br /><br />Dangerous would be <a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/blackeyedpeas/whereisthelove.html">this</a>. It seems very fluid and mostly righteous with lots of useful messages singing out loud preaching for peace and harmony and to end rampant killings. It's all good. Except that they chose to have the line, which is just not right. I was watching TV some years back and on it was one of those AF concerts. As they sang this song, they put their hands together and palms facing up "Father, father, father help us, send some guidance from above," That too, choreographed by a Muslim instructor.<br /><br />Artistic expression does not precede religion, in whatever sense.<br /><br />So yes, while I may not love all sappy love songs, I'd rather listen to them than to songs that contains elements of khurafat, idol worshipping and what nots else. And I recommend that you listen to the lyrics carefully each time you hear a song played.<br /></div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-66330964029342603422009-04-22T23:49:00.002+08:002009-04-22T23:54:30.605+08:00ayuhai penduka!marilah wahai siberduka-siberduka sekelian, mari raikan kedukaan itu dengan zikir, mari raikan kedukaan itu dengan ucap syukur, raikanlah kedukaan kalian dengan mengingat hari dimana duka itu tiada, hari hilangnya segala perasaan, hari yang hanya engkau kenali adalah dirimu jua, bukan siapa di kiri atau kananmu.<br /><br />Sesungguhnya kerana duka itu juga, pinjaman semata-mata.Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-83339841965458546302009-04-21T18:57:00.004+08:002009-04-21T19:05:18.585+08:00Akulah sipencari duka<div style="text-align: justify;">Aku suka bila kawan-kawan aku suka.<br /><br />Aku lagi suka bila kawan-kawan aku duka.<br /><br />Akulah sipencari duka.<br /><br />Aku tak rasa aku cukup hebat untuk sama-sama berkongsi suka dengan kawan-kawan. Cukuplah sekadar aku memerhati dari jauh, dari dekat mahupun dari takde mana-mana pun.<br /><br />Aku rasa mungkin aku akan mudah kecewa kalau aku dikalangan orang-orang yang gembira dan berjaya. Aku belum lagi berjaya. Aku tak mampu untuk bergelumang dengan siberjaya-siberjaya sekelian tanpa mungkin aku tidak merasa cemburu, sedikit mahupun banyak.<br /><br />Oleh itu, akulah sipencari duka.<br /><br />Duka orang mengajar aku erti syukur.<br /><br />Duka orang mengajar aku erti usaha.<br /><br />Duka orang mengajar aku kemanusiaan.<br /><br />Duka orang mengajar aku tabah.<br /><br />Akulah sipencari duka.</div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-14535265482954578242009-04-18T03:43:00.000+08:002009-04-18T03:44:15.561+08:00Just felt like it.Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-34720571564318082932009-04-16T12:14:00.003+08:002009-04-16T12:35:50.670+08:00Another good day, maybe<div style="text-align: justify;">Dear All,<br /><br />It has been quite a busy weekend, weekday and many weeks for me and now, I can write again.<br /><br />Life's been offering me a lot of distractions from the tiny unimportant things, allowing me to focus on what's to be done here and now. It's a fun road to traverse and I'm glad I'm here.<br /><br />There are still papers on the table to be filed, those in the tray to be sorted and files to be relocated back to the filing cabinet. There's still work to be done, errors to be corrected and clients to be served. There will - until forever - be things that we can do no matter how 'thingless to do' we feel we are, for life should not end when a task is completed. It's a good thing, this thing called 'job'. It gives us a sense of what-to-do-next as compared to sitting around in the house wondering..<br /><br />I however would love to one day adapt the life living in the mountains or by the sea, able to spend time with the family doing what matters most instead of hurrying in and out of the office thinking about the next client to arrive, the next payment to make and probably the next job to jump to.<br /><br />I would've been a very rich man if money matters less and life more.<br /><br />I'd love to work my hands on wooden planks or tree stumps or doing plumbing or even harvesting fruits, planting chillies, growing trees, flowers, feeding chicken, fishing. If money matters less and life more, I would've travelled the world with a small wagon and a trusty partner exploring the mountains, experiencing the heat. I would go hiking (now then, those Merrel shoes would do me good :)), mountain climbing, swimming and even pearl diving. I will have amassed millions and millions of stories along the way experiencing natives' lives, avoiding hungry polars or honey bears, surviving off the wild plants.<br /><br />I would've been a multi millionaire of experience, if money matters less and life more.<br /><br />On the other hand who's stopping me from doing all that, now?<br /><br />Still, I am thankful for being alive. I have the opportunity to love and be loved, to care and be cared for, to talk, write, eat, drink, smile and to complain about the heat, although it really isn't a complain.<br /><br />I just feel nice :)</div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8212476091273002677.post-45672561492375999862009-04-10T10:14:00.005+08:002009-04-10T10:30:39.709+08:00Aaminkan ya..<div style="text-align: justify;">Dengan namaMu yang Maha Agung, aku doakan agar dibuka hati sipemarah yang tegar itu untuk bertaubat kepadaMu daripada segala kesalahan yang lalu. Engkau bukakan jualah hatinya untuk beristighfar atas segala kesilapannya kepadaMu. Aku mohon agar Engkau perdalamkanlah ilmunya dan permudahkanlah pencariannya ke arah mendapat keredhaanMu.<br /><br />Ya Allah, Engkau tutupkanlah perasaan riak, takbur dan egonya terhadap sesama manusia. Engkau zuhudkanlah hatinya untuk hanya Kamu. Engkau jadikanlah dia hambaMu yang taat dan patuh akan perintahMu. Sesungguhnya kesalahannya terhadapMu hanya Engkau yang mampu memaafkan.<br /><br />Aku juga memohon kepadaMu ya Allah, Engkau pertemukanlah kembali hamba-hambaMu yang pernah suatu masa dahulu dizalimi dalam apa cara sekalipun oleh sipemarah ini, agar segala kesalahan sesama mereka dapat dimaafkan dan sipemarah tidak lagi disoal di akhirat kelak akan kesalahannya sesama manusia.<br /><br />Sesungguhnya Engkaulah yang Maha Memperkenankan Segala Sesuatu.<br /><br />KepadaMu jualah Aku memohon, kepadaMu jua aku meminta dan hanya kepadaMu aku kembali. Engkau permudahkanlah urusan hamba-hambaMu dalam mendekatiMu. Tingkatkanlah keimanan kami terhadapMu, bantulah kami dalam mencari keredhaanMu, kurniakanlah kepada kami kebijaksanaan dalam menyampaikan ilmu-ilmu yang telah Engkau berikan kepada kami.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Rabbana aatina fid-unya hasanah wa fil-aakhirati hasanah wa qina 'adzaab-an-nar.<br />"O Lord ! Give unto us in the world that which is good and in the Hereafter that which is good and guard us from that doom of the Fire "<br /><a href="http://www.ummah.com/forum/archive/index.php/t-136965.html">http://www.ummah.com/forum/archive/index.php/t-136965.html</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Aamin..<br /></div></div>Tuan Azmil Abdullahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01499971148249144189noreply@blogger.com0