The name given is Tun Nur 'Aisyah. October 96's. Socially awkward. ALLAH is always by my side.
P/s: Kita tengah bersuka-ria dengan sanak saudara, umat Islam dekat Gaza tengah bergelut nyawa nak selamatkan diri dengan keluarga mereka.. Anyway, happy holidays. :)
Assalamualaikum. Pernah terfikir kenapa manusia ada akal? Pernah terfikir kenapa manusia ada perasaan? Pernah terfikir kenapa manusia yang ada akal boleh jadi lebih kejam dari binatang? Pernah terfikir kenapa ada manusia yang malas? Pernah terfikir kenapa ada orang yang malas pun boleh berjaya? Pernah terfikir kenapa kita tak pernah fikir pun pasal semua ni? Betul, kita ada akal tapi kita tak guna akal kita sepenuhnya. Manusia ada macam-macam ragam, yang macam ni, yang macam tu. Kalau 10 orang duduk sekali, 10 jenis perangai kita boleh tengok. Bukan senang nak fit in dengan orang sekeliling. Yang ni feel lain, yang tu feel lain. Kita yang duduk dekat tengah ni jadi macam lembu kena cucuk hidung, ikut je apa orang kata. apa orang nak.
Betullah aku dah penat hidup macam ni. Aku dah penat layan karenah orang, jaga hati orang, senyum plastik depan orang. Fake? Memang. Tapi jadi fake sebab terpaksa, takkan ah nak bagitau/tunjuk dekat orang tu yang kita tak suka/benci dia? Kerja bangang tempah musuh namanya tu. Hm aku pun dah tak tau nak kata apa, maybe lagi mudah kalau buat diam je kut. Biar diri ni tenggelam, biar orang tak sedar pun yang aku ni wujud, biar orang tak perlu tau pasal aku, cewah ayat kemain emo ah hang. Hm tapi betulkan apa yang aku kata?
Assalamualaikumwarahmatullah.
So mid-year exam dah habis. Boleh bernafas dengan normal buat masa ni. Tapi lepas cuti nanti memang wassalam lah orang kata. Macam-macam benda nak kena handle, harap jelah aku kuat nak deal dengan semua tu. Amin amin amin.
Cuti ni dah jahanam. Plan asal nak pergi KL then Melaka and Gambang. Tapi sebab Ki aku sakit, kiteorang cancel pergi Melaka. Oh Ki tu datang dari perkataan 'tokKI' yang jugak membawa maksud 'datuk' fullamak ayat aku. Memang tiba-tiba je dia sakit. Time aku ada dekat KL, Baba bagitau dia masuk Kuala Terengganu Specialist, then bila aku balik sini dalam dua-tiga hari pindah masuk government hospital. Memang terkejut bila tau dia kena kanser, lagi terkejut bila tau yang kanser tu dah sampai final stage. Macam, tiba-tiba sangat.. Y_Y Mula-mula doktor kata masa dia tinggal less than a year, lepastu sebab Ki tak nak makan dia kata less than 2 weeks and tadi dia kata less than 24 hours. Nampak permainan dia? Aku tak percaya 100% cakap doktor tu sebab aku tau kuasa di tangan Allah, bukan dia. Kalau Allah nak dia pergi malam ni, malam ni lah dia pergi. Kalau lagi setahun, lagi setahun la jawabnya. Kena pasrah. Kena kuat.
Memang semua orang dah prepare for the worst, even aku ni pun tengah ngadap laptop sebab tak nak tidur, takut Baba call nanti. Penat memang penat, bangun awal pagi pergi jaga Ki dekat hospital. Dah 3 hari macam ni. Tapi aku bersyukur, at least aku sempat jaga dia. :') Dulu waktu arwah nenek, aku tak berapa 'amik bahagian' part jaga dia dulu. Sebab aku kecik lagi time tu wuwuwu eh tipu tak ah kecik tapi tak matang lagi lulz. Sekarang ni aku rasa puas, puas boleh jaga Ki. Even aku takde ah rapat sangat dengan dia tapi aku sayang dia. Aku sayang Tok, Tokki, Ki, dengan arwah Mak. :-* Arwah nenek aku, aku panggil 'Mak' idk why dari kecik dah diajar panggil macam tu so aku ikut jelah. Bak kata Digi, "I'll follow you~~~" omg teringat dekat orang kuning dia tu. T_T
Cousin kesayangan, Yani dah pergi sambung belajar sobsobs bosan sia lepas ni kalau pergi family event aku nak lepak dengan sape? Semua orang dah pergi study jauh-jauh, tinggal aku sensorang kat sini. K. *cari batu belah batu bertangkup* sedih wooooo. TT__TT Bagi yang nak pergi sambung belajar tu, all the best in life. New life, new life jugak. Jangan kena kejutan budaya sudah. Belajar elok-elok, nanti kerja gaji besar belanja junior korang ni please kbye gtg assalamualaikum hehe. :p
Assalamualaikumwarahmatullah. Just a short post. I want to share this(↓) video with you guys. Worth to watch!☺
Assalamualaikum. Blog dah berhabuk. Brb nak lap bagi berkilat. *lap lap* *tiup habuk* K dah comel macam selalu ew bajet k haha. Ni nak cerita pasal Lawatan Sambil Belajar or nama glamour LASBELA under Kelab Pelancongan. 4 tahun sekolah, first time join benda macam ni. Johor-Singapore-KL, memang best! Sumpah tak tipu. Nama trip ni, "We Go Down, We Go Up" sebab turun pergi Johor, masuk Singapore then pergi KL and last, naik balik Terengganu.
Isnin - Malam tu bertolak pergi Batu Pahat, Johor. Plan nak stay dekat sana then hari Rabu nak masuk Singapore. Nak tidur dekat Singapore, tak mampu. u.u Malam tu memang tak banyak cakap, cuma layan lagu je. Aku sumbat headphone lepas tu texting jap then tidur. Yknow what, aku yang paling awal masuk alam mimpi malam tu. Orang lain tengah segar-bugar-berbunga lagi, aku dah selamat terlentok dekat kerusi bas sambil peluk bantal Farah. Oh my, banyak jasa bantal tu k haha. Tidur, bangun, tidur balik. Sampai satu masa tu terbangun pukul 3 pagi tengok Farah tak tidur lagi. Borak-borak then aku tidur balik. Langsung tak sedar yang malam tu hujan and ada roadblock.
Selasa - Sampai dekat Batu Pahat masing-masing dah buat muka semenyeh sebab malas mandi hahaha. Me? Tukar baju je sebab malam tu naik bas pakai baju tidur. Singgah dekat surau, siap-siap semua then pergi breakfast. Dapat merasa roti telur version Johor, kuah dia lain dengan kuah version Terengganu punya. Then teacher ajak jalan-jalan dekat pasar Batu Pahat, seberang jalan je pun. Kena habiskan masa dekat pasar tu sebab boleh check-in Inn start pukul 12. Pukul 12 something check-in bilik. Lebih kepada apartment la. Bilik dia besar gila weh. Lepak-lepak kejap then pukul 2 keluar balik, pergi Universiti Tun Hussein Onn. Lawatan bermaklumat kononnya. Tempat dia memang besar, dan bangunan dia ada je yang takde bentuk macam bangunan. -,-
Assalamualaikum. Short post. Last two weeks, one of my sisters passed away. Al-Fatihah. Aku pernah sebut pasal dia before this, the one yang OKU tu. Yeah, memang terkejut. Lagi terkejut bila aku orang last yang ada dengan dia. Hm tak sanggup nak cerita secara detail. Nuff said. After all, she is at a better place right now. And dia dah confirm jadi ahli syurga. Allah bless. Tapikan, aku baru sedar yang 3 orang yang aku sayang pergi dalam masa 3 tahun ni. First, arwah nenek followed by arwah cousin-merangkap-adik-sendiri and now, my sis. Sedih? Absolutely yes. Tapi cuak lagi banyak dari sedih. Arwah adik saudara aku pergi waktu umur 6 bulan, arwah kakak aku waktu umur 21 and arwah nenek aku waktu umur 70 lebih. From this, aku belajar yang mati memang tak kenal usia. And then, ni buat aku terfikir. Bila agaknya Allah nak tarik nyawa aku? Cukup ke amalan yang aku buat selama ni? Boleh ke aku tahan seksa alam kubur nanti? Layak ke aku nak jadi ahli syurga? Think.
Assalamualaikumwarahmatullah.
Hi and assalamualaikum! :)
They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.
Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”
He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Thank you,
Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.
The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
“C’mere boy.”
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”right in the feelings every damn time!
dont even fucking touch me i am crying so hard this is just ugh
Holy shit this is so happy and sad and I just
The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
YA’LL WANNA SEE WHAT A “REAL FAN” LOOKS LIKE
CUZ THERE’S ONE STANDING IN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO DEFINE WHAT A “REAL FAN” IS
WHAT MAKES ONE FAN MORE “REAL” THAN ANOTHER
MINE KEEPS ME QUITE COOL IN THE SUMMER MONTHS
I ship it
FUCK ALL Y’ALL
if u think i’m attractive u probably have the world’s lowest standards
do u ever just make scenarios in your head that will never happen but makes you so happy so you just keep on imagining them
[looks you in the eyes, pats your knee sympathetically] i don’t care