Story-mory : Lirik lagu

Tak tau la ape nasib aku ni. Bukan tak bersyukur, tapi asal perkara yang cambes nak dtg mesti ada sesuatu benda yang kacau. Cuti sem dah nak habis ni la macam2 jadik. Demam plak dah. Gathering takleh ikot. Yang jilaka sangat ni, pagi2 lagi dah meriah. Ape taknye, kucing blakang rumah aku sonok betul dia gado2. Nak ngawan pun takyah la gaduh sakan. Sakit kepale aku. Nasib baik comel, kalau tak dah lama aku buat sup ekor sekor2. Stress ngalahkan beranak namblas.

Malam ni aku nak ungkitkan topik tebiat zaman sekolah. Senanye tak la besh sangat pon. Tapi memandangkan otak aku dah tak leh nak menampung memory macam hardisk 1Tera akhir2 ni selari dengan arus penuaan umur, walaupun tak berapa nak tua, aku lego je la story kat sini. Bila dah tua nanti tak payah susah2 nak cerita kat cucu2 aku, baca blog sudah. Pastu nanti "pergh vrutal la nenek aku. kau hado?" kah3! Ish, banyak pulak aku membebel. Ni kata2 pembukaan la dol. Chop! Aku frust la blog jilaka betul dah kena block. Tak sporting betul la dorang ni. Jujur aku cakap, blog tu lawak gila bab. Sesape yang ade hati nan lara tu, sure kompem terhibur la. Bukan sebab gamba dorang, tapi ayat cam lakhanat  tak hengat. Tapi dah takde plak aku nak letak link, sori bai.

Aku.ZamanSekolah : Lirik lagu

Aku suka kumpul lirik lagu. Sebab nye aku bukan dikelilingi pemusik jalanan mahupun juara Kampung Kelapa tapi diapiti dengan pencinta musik. Senang cerita, orang yang suka syok sendiri nyanyi la der. Disebabkan habit aku print lirik lagu, bawak ke skolah, maka hari2 ade je yang datang request lagu. Sempat jugak la bukak bisnes, 1lagu seposen. muehehe

Tebiat ni mula sejak aku dajah4 lagi. Dulu2, aku minat giler kat kumpulan Blue. Sebab satu je, Duncan hensem. 1st time aku nengok vidclip All Rise, aku nampak Duncan je. Time ni zaman cita-cita nak kawen dengan matsaleh, kulit putih blue eyes rambut blonday je. Bagi aku masa ni, tak jumpa lagi lelaki melayu hensem.

Kononnye kat kelas 4Bestari tu aku la peminat Duncan, Mayju peminat Lee Ryan. Dua2 hensem. Haha. Hari tu aku pi gongxifacai kat rumah Mayju. Aku saje je citer pasal aku karok lagu sorry seems to be the hardest word hari before sem break. Pastu amoi ni mencelah, “lily, minat lagi kat Blue ke?” amoi ni pelik la, dah 10tahun, aku duk citer pasal Blue. Hehe. Bukan la pelik sangat, tapi ko bayangkan citer dah basi dalam tupperware 10thn lepas ko masih syok citer lagi. Takde perubahan langsung.

hensemnye exboifren
mek ni tapi gay pulek.
T.T

Album beli yang ori je. Yang siap dengan cd video clip. Buku lirik dlm bekas cd tu habis khatam aku baca. Dari kata2 intro sampai ayat “thx to all my fans. Love you gila babi, bebeh!”. Nasib baik lagu dlm tu best2. Catchy. Ballad sikit. Kira tak sia2 la aku beli. Tak silap aku beli dari cd album pertama sampai album Guilty. Bese la time tu tak matang lg.

Aiseh, rase menjela plak citer pasal Blue. Bukan blue tu, ni blue all rise. Mesti la minat, tapi aku tak cakap pun time tu. Seganla. Haha.

Berbalik citer lirik lagu, aku bawak lagu BI je, lagu BM time tu tak pandai lagi. Lama2 bermaharajalela la lagu BM dalam album aku. Ha lirik lagu yang membanyak tu, aku buat album. Sikit2 lama2 jadi banyak. Manakan tak, sejak aku form1 sampai form5 aku dok print lirik lagu.

1st album

2nd album

3rd album

isi kandungan yang semakin menggebu kan diri dari satu album ke album. Sepatutnye quantiti lagu tu lagi banyak dari list ni, tapi disebabkan aku malas nk tulis isi kandungan..so ni je la yg mampu

 

Tebal ni je la yg mampu memberi sakit tekak tatkala meroyan sorang2 di kelas mahupun di rumah...

Tak cukup ketas a4, tulis kat ketas kajang pun berlaku bilamana bahan pencetak tidak mencukupi..

Penculikan lirik dari majalah utopia pun tidak dapat dikekangi...

Vandalisme berlaku tatkala cikgu rohaizad(cikguBM) terlepas pandang..

Hal ini semakin serius hatta disisipkan pada meja bawah plastik alas meja kelas sebagai bahan penghibur. Kejadian ini masih tidak disedari cikgu rohaizad atas sebab teknik sorok ku yg sangat amat baguih..

Tahukah anda? Lirik lagu ni membawa kebaikan. First, aku blaja cara pronounce words in english. Second, aku blaja vocab. Third, aku blaja nyanyi. Fourth, aku blaja melalak lepas buat homework kat rumah. Fuh.. bila nyanyi dengan penuh perasaan, aku yakin jiran sebelah rumah sure dengar aku nyanyi. Release tension katenye. Best woh! Rasa macam satu taman ni aku punya. XD

Vodoh haram hobi aku pun ramai orang pinjam, siap bawak balik rumah ag. Haha. 

p/s:

plis dun try this at home bcuz it may coz ur printer out-of ink and u will regret.

Melankolia

*Note that this story is not my writing, just happy to share. 

Married or not you should read this...


“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 outside the 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 through 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!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

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