kucen 16 - 19 oct 2009

hola 2 all.. im baccckk!! lame betoi since aku tak update blog aku nih sejak aku asik menceburkan diri dalam bidang pertanian kat FB.. dah bersawang n basi aku tengok.. hahaha ape pon, aku still bernyawe dengan keadaan kehidupan yang stabil dalam ekonomi yang naik turun..

latest, aku g kucen ngan asben membawe si kecik jenjalan tengok alam. umo dier cukup setaun baru la bole hangkut jln2 jauh yang melibatkan pengangkutan udare.. so far, kat airport ok, naik je flight, terus melalak lapar sebab kat airport die main2 siap buat geng ngan budak2 baye die.. elok je dah nak berlepas tu die tido.. ZZzzzZZ dah dekat2 landing baru jage n tgk kat lua tingkap tu dah sampai mane.. hahaha KT > KLIA > KUCHING > KLIA > KT, sumer die bantai tido.. haha

jalan2 carik makan musim ramadan.. ekeke

memandangkan kami (aku, asben and our beloved Darwish) tibe awal, seawal pukol 6.15ptg, jd aku mengambik keputusan setelah berpikir panjang.. untuk menangkap gambar entah ape2 ni di sekitar kawasan tempat mentekedaroh sementara menunggu bunyik beduk meletup.. faktor keduanyer sebab takde orang pon yang datang lagik.. so dawish yang peramah ni sempat main2 dengan krew cafe hotel tu.. glamor die.. hehe.. entah la baby umi ni.. dengan sape2 pon jadik..

Untuk kawan2 n pembace sekalian : kuatkan iman tengok gamba2 makanan kat bawah nih.. ni la dugaan tengok blog nih.. hehe

dawish 10 bulan.. hehe

dawish 10 bulan.. hehe

sekadar renungan kasih sayang suami pade isteri..

poem ni aku kutip kat salah satu blog buat kek yang aku bukak.. tetibe bace, sedap pulak poem ni.. tambah aku memang suker poem / poetry omputeh.. lalalala.. cube korang bace n fahamkan citer die.. sedih giler rase nak meleleh air mate aku nih.. memang very the romentic..

Valentine’s Roses Author Unknown

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.
The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, “Be my Valentine,” like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
“I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.”
“My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.”
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, “He’d ordered roses in advance before this day.”
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.
The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

“I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,
”The owner said, “I knew you’d call, and you would want to know.
The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.”

“There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.”

“Then, should ever, I find out that he’s no longer here,
That’s the card…that should be sent, to you the following year.”
She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote…
“Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone,
I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.”

“I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.”

“You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.”

“When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.”

“Please…try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.”

“He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I’ve instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again.”

3 dawish??? fuhh.. penin.. penin..