My Birthday wishes

 

 

 

Ni adalah antara wishlist aku tuk my birthday..

mmg la komfirm x dapat...

saja nak letak...

mana tau my uncle buka baca ke..

kot2 ada member murah hati nak belikan...

tp what im wishing for my birthday is juz sumthing yang ikhlas...

there no need for brg mahal2...

 klu ikhlas i will treasure it forever...

 

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The story begins...

Four years ago, an accident took my beloved wife away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid 'cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.
There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child. With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the
and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not
back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you
reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry Dad..."
At that moment, tears were star ti ng to run down my cheeks...but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was ti me to clear up the mess on the bed.
When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.

A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up. However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time,
his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from
school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain.
But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name
and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy.....
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around 'cos he makes me proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by...Christmas carols and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the postmaster was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child
of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, '
I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a
corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee
and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time
of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were for Mummy. My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many letters, at one time?"
My son's reply was: " I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and so I sent it all at once..."
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say....
I told my son, " Son, mummy is in heaven, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just read the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will read the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside and started reading.
And one of the letters broke my heart....
Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! To day, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell
him the real reason. Mummy, every day I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....

For the females with children:
Don't spend so much time at work. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem.
Feedback to your boss. Endless over time may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and takecare of your little precious.

For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients. Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.


For those singles out there:
Beauty lies in loving yourself first.
With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.

I just want to share the story with you. This is the beauty of life. So, enjoy it before it is too late.

what u wish for....

Be careful for what u wish for....

coz u juz might get it

nice one from pejul @ fixedarm

Tick Tick Tick...

Hujan...

Dah berapa hari dah hujan..
dah berapa hari dah aku balik dalam kebasahan..
esok lusa maybe demam...tapi Allah masih menanugerahkan aku sihat walafiat..Alhamdullilah...
tapi dalam kehujanan aku blaja bebarapa benda baru...

so nak senang aku tunjuk gambar je la....

So kenapa aku sanggup berhujan....
Kerana....

Akhirnya team malaysia menang...

Malaysia vs Vietnam
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Menerima aku seadanya aku

"Menerima aku seadanya aku" sering diungkapkan oleh insan yang dambarkan cinta..Tapi apa yang mereka sebenar mahukan...apabila datang seorang insan yang dapat menerima...adakah insan tersebut akan diterima...

"Menerima aku seadanya aku" adakah benda ini hanya sekadar ungkapan untuk seorang yang inginkan Cinta....tetapi tidak mampu untuk menerimanya bila hadirnya Cinta tersebut...

"Menerima aku seadanya aku" mungkin sekadar laungan...pekikan hati yang tidak tahu apa yang sebenarnya diidamkan...

Aku juga bisa melaungkan ungkapan tersebut...Aku juga bisa inginkan insan tersebut....dan aku juga tidak mampu menerima bila hadirnya insan tersebut...kerana hatiku sebenarnya mendambarkan bukan insan yang sekadar "Menerima aku seadanya aku"...

To Zaipah

Salam
Zaifah of course kte kawan so ni la tutorial yang aku janji kan

1. Open File la
   

2. Then copy layer
   

3. Pilih effect high pass

4. Set kan high pass secukup rasa ( agak kurang tu tambah la secubit garam)

5. lepas 2 setkan layer style jadi vivid light

6. setkan oppacity secukup rasa
   
   

ok n we are done

I wish i had more time.....

At last..im at the of my journey..a few more step and im going to get my DEGREE...
as the final sem approach...My day are getting more and more lonely...
I wish i can spend more time with my FRIENDS...

These maybe the last time that im gonna sit with them talking...GOSSIPING...eating MCD...only GOD know how much im gonna MISS them...
My greatest gratitude to my COURSEMATE whom have help me till now...until we meet again

Kem pemantapan LI

Here I think i have nothing to comment about this camp.I just like give my greatest gratitude for UTeM for giving me the opportunity to join the camp.

At first i thought these are just one of those camp that filled with lot of lectures and I will just SLEEP all the way.
But as I participate, i relieved the camp was really amazing.The activity was really fun.
And here as i promise to all of you are the link to the photo that I have taken.

Click here to go to the album

Nur Alya

Anak buah aku baru...walau pun dah nak setahun dah die..

sorie la alya uncle lupa nak letak post nie dulu...

Entry level fotography...

Kebelakangan ni ramai lak budak tanya nak jadi photographer....
sebelum ni ada la gak yang tanya macam mana nak jadi....apa perlu ada...macam mana...
apa perlu tahu...
Bukan aku nak cakap apa..nasihat awal aku..klu rasa nak jadi photographer ni senang..salah..n slalu budak cakap photographer senang buat duit...pun salah...
nak jadi photographer susah...satu modal besar...klu yang nak jadi freelance 2 la....kit paling murah harga dah RM 1.4K ...tambah speedlite paling murah RM 500...tambah lagi dengan lens 2 ketul dah cecah RM 3k...
klu setakat nak try boleh jadi photographer ke x...boleh 2 boleh..disiplin kena ada...kerja ni bukan senang..klu setakat nak memain try..x yah la bazir...3 ribu 2 leh bli moto...down payment kereta pun dah lepas dah...klu serius betul teruskan usaha...insya-ALLAH boleh maju
Pasal nak buat duit pun bukan senang...Manjang gi kejar customer...fight harga....kejar dateline...
pikir editing...pikir cost pikir minyak kereta(aku xde kereta lagi selamat ckit la)...
pastu nak puas kan ati customer lagi....certain customer 2 ok..certain lagi minta benda bukan2 je....
aku x complain...aku faham...dah dieorg yang bayar follow je la apa dieorg nak...
2 la nak cakap...jadi fotographer bukan kja senang...mana ada kja senang klu x semua org dah kaya dah dalam dunia ni....

Pencubaan menjadi puitis

Ni la gambar yang aku shoot tadi time bosan2...Mle nak kua nak gi uat street photo dgn din (partner photography baru aku)...tau2 pas kelas tadi hujan turun lebat...ALHAMDULLILAH...
tapi sebab hujan x stop2 sampai pukul 2 ni masih ada serpihan hujan ckit2..
so segala percaturan aku yang aku dah uat semalam terpaksa di batalkan....
So hasil nya aku buka kamera aku...aku pacak tripod aku kat kaki katil aku...aku uat la pic ni....
idea gambar ni datangnya dr senior skolah aku...SYUK...sorg budak photojurnalist...
Gaya editing aku macam biasa datang dr KUKUBESI...idola aku...
tapi skang aku tengah nak try gaya editing baru...
Roommate aku cakap kaler camni LOMO effect...aku pun x tau betul ke x..