Koi dah agok dah...

This post is dedicated to Aida & Kak Yong. Something in my mail that cheered me up today. Enjoy, see if you can digest this ;)

"Majid, seorang pemuda yang masih bujang, pendiam dan amat pemalu. Pada hari raya yang lalu, Majid telah berkunjung ke rumah rakannya. Dalam perjalanan menuju ke rumah rakannya, Majid telah terpandang seorang gadis yang dikenalinya semenjak sekolah lagi. Hatinya telah terpikat, dan berhasrat untuk memperisterikannya.

Majid telah menyuarakan hajatnya kepada kedua orang tuanya, dan menunjukkan lokasi rumah gadis tersebut supaya senang kedua ibubapanya hendak pergi meminang nanti. Selepas itu, Majid pun pulang ke bandar dan meninggalkan urusan tersebut kepada orang tuanya.

Selang beberapa hari, kedua orang tua Majid telah mengunjungi rumah gadis tersebut untuk tujuan merisik. Setelah beberapa lama bersembang, bapa gadis tersebut pun bertanya kepada ibu bapa Majid…

Bapa Gadis : Yang sebenornyer, amende ke hajat aokme berdua ni datang ke rumoh kome yak buruk ni?...


Bapa Majid : Ye la.. dari tadi beborok, tak nyer kabor mender hajat yer..Ha, moknyer.. Ace kabo ke hajat si Majid te…


Emak Majid : Gini la.. yang sebenornyer, anok bujang kome te, dah terbekenan dengan anok dara aokme.. jadinyer kome ni nok la nanyer, dah ander ke orang yang punya? Kala belum ander, kome nok la merisik-risik…


Emak Gadis : Ooo.. kesohnyer, kome ni pun tok kenei lagi dengan anok deme te… Mende kerjanyer?....


Emak Majid : Ntoh.. keh ni tk berapa reti nok nyebut base omputih.. keknye base Melayunyer.. dia kabo keje drebo jer…


Emak Gadis : Oooo.. Drebo jer..(Mencebek selalu).. Gini la.. yak sebenornyer, anok kome te.. sebenornyer, dah ander orang meminang.. (Dah setat buat pedooh…) Budok jantan te keje opisboi kat Pejabat Tanoh te…


Bapa Gadis : Ha’ah.. (Menyokong..) Kome pon mintok maah la yer, mendenyer aokme ni pon tok tau yak anok kome te dah ander yak mintok… Kiranyer takde jodoh la.. Nok goner kan yer….


Bapa Majid : Ye la.. Mengkala dah gitu, kome pon tak buleh la nok buat mende.. Mende anok kome pon tok setarah dengan anok aokme.. Nanti la kome kabo ke anok bujang kome nanti…


Emak Gadis : Ye la.. memang tok setarah lalu... Anok kome kerani pejabat loyar.. anok deme drebo..


Lalu kedua ibu bapa Majid pun memohon untuk berundur. Selesai bersalaman, sedang mereka menuruni tangga, emak gadis tersebut pun bertanya…

Emak Gadis : Drebo mende anok aok te?.. Lori Balok ke Lori Bijih…?


Emak Majid : DREBO KAPEITEREBANG!!! (Sambil masuk ke dalam kereta..)"

DISCLAIMER:
The writer is mainly the copier and paster, no pun intended and the writer bear no responsibility for any grammar mistake made in the dialogue above ;)

For those who did not speak Pahang dialect, am pretty sure you can sort of guess what was the story all about. Enjoy!!

p/s: I finally left a goodbye note in my previous blog. Plan to delete that once and for all, since I have imported all the post here. I do not want to leave any cyber trace + clog the blogsphere.

Field of Diamonds

I had this in my mailbox, as usual, this friend of mine (Asma) never fails to amuse me, she did not read my blog, but thought that it would be good to share it here :

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This morning I had a very delightful chat with my friend Mr Venezuela.

He told me he was happily married for 35 years. That in itself is older than most of us. I remarked how young he must have been when he married to have 35 years with his wife. And then, as most parents or in his case grandparent, decided to give me advice:

Asma, when I met my wife, I knew she was a diamond. She was a rough diamond. I wanted to polish her and make her perfect for me. The trouble with youngsters these days, they want to meet someone who is already perfect. Someone who meets all their criteria. They don’t realize that nobody is perfect. You have to work very hard to keep something, to mould something, to educate and nurture something to be perfect. Like diamonds. They are in its original form, carbon. They are raw. With a kazillion years of heat and pressure, they turn into diamonds. And still, they are still raw. You have to wash, polish, put in on a ring. Then it’s perfect.

(Ok I added that last 2 sentences. LOL)

He reiterated to yours truly: You have to find the raw diamond. Find the potential. Together you both work at being perfect.

Asma: I do look for raw diamonds.
Mr Venezuela: Asma, you need to differentiate between raw diamonds and a fool’s gold. Do you know what a fool’s gold is?
Asma: An idiot’s gold….*chuckle*
Serious looking Mr Venezuela: Be serious.
Bored Asma: Alritey. Fake gold.
Mr Venezuela: Yes, it’s gold that looks like gold but really isn’t. It’s people who appear perfect but really are not.
Now I have a story to tell you.


Asma: It’s not bedtime yet *chuckle*
Mr Venezuela: Asma…
Asma: Ok ok go on
Mr Venezuela: There once was a man who was rich. One day he went to see a fortune teller. The fortune teller predicted that he will find a lot of diamonds. So he searched in many continents. Spent all his money. He found no diamonds. He then passed away. The fortune teller came looking for him. Instead, he found the rich man’s son working the family field. When he asked the son whether the father had found his diamond, the son replied no. Suddenly, the son’s watchamacallit (I forgot what tool he was using) hit something. Upon digging, he uncovered carbon. Do you know what I’m telling you?


Asma: The diamond was in his backyard all along.
Mr Venezuela: Exactly. See Asma, sometimes we search the world to find the perfect person, the perfect job, the perfect everything. Sometimes it’s right under our noses.


Asma: But I don’t have a yard…KIDDING! So what happened to the son?
Mr Venezuela: He became one of the biggest diamond manufacturers or something .


Asma: I get your point. Thanks. The only thing in front of me right now is my PC monitor and under my nose is my keyboard. That isn’t really what I was looking for…
Mr Venezuela: Asma…
Asma: CHUCKLE

MORAL:


1) Find the raw diamond
2) Mould it with patience & heart
3) Don’t be duped by a fool’s gold
4) Don’t have to look far, it may be right in front of you

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My reply to her : Alaa......susah...I need to get myself a rough diamond detector….even for the closest diamond, I wouldn’t know how to tell ;p

p/s: thanks for sharing :)

Sanggul Arab - Is it Haram?

I received this in my email. For sharing, and worth to ponder



It's a trend nowadays that many muslim Malaysian women are into the new hijab wearing i.e. wearing a shawl-like syrian style hijab. I posted on my Fb status recently stating that I too, would want to wear the syrian women hijab style with high bun but unfortunately my hair is short thus cannot tie or do a bun at all.I also received few suggestions to buy fake buns online or at Arzu, KLCC.

I used to study in an arabic-medium school and had learned that when you wear tudung, you're not supposed to show any indication that your hair is long by tying your hair really high/do a bun until men can notice the presence of your long hair eventhough you wear your cover/hijab. That defeats the purpose of wearing a hijab.However, I can't remember the hukum whether it's haram or harus or makruh.

Being curious, I googled about this sanggul arab issue and found the hadith related:

Quote:: “ akan muncul dalam kalangan umatku di akhir zaman, kaum lelaki yang menunggang sambil duduk di atas pelana, lalu mereka turun di depan pintu-pintu masjid. Wanita-wanita mereka( isteri mereka atau anak perempuan), berpakaian tetapi seperti bertelanjang ( nipis&ketat). Di atas kepala mereka pula(wanita) terdapat bonggolan (sanggul atau tocang) seperti bonggol unta yang lemah gemalai. Oleh itu laknatlah mereka semua. Sesungguhnya mereka adalah wanita-wanita yang terlaknat”- hadith riwayat Ahmad , jil.2, ms. 223.

Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda:
Quote:: “dua golongan penghuni neraka yang mana aku sendiri belum pernah melihat keadaan mereka didunia: golongan yang membawa cemeti seperti seekor lembu lalu menggunakannya untuk memukul manusia dan juga kaum wanita yang berpakaian seperti bertelanjang, menggoyangkan badan dan berlenggang- lenggok, kepala mereka ada suatu seperti bonggol di kepala unta yang bergoyang-goyang. Mereka tentu tidak akan memasuki syurga atau mencium baunya sedangkan bau syurga itu dapat dihidu dari jarak perjalanan begitu dan begini” –hadith riwayat Muslim. Hadith no 212-

I would say that I was tempted at first as I saw some women/celebraties/ tv presenters looked really pretty wearing the syrian style hijab with high sanggul/bun.

Sometimes, bila nak cantik, manusia selalu lupa pada hukum walaupon dah belajar.I am one of them. Bila nak buat benda jahat, laju je.

Anyway, in wearing hijab,niat perlukah menghalalkan cara? I dare not jatuhkan hukum or say that it is haram wearing the fake sanggul arab.However, at the moment, I'll just forget about buying the sanggul arab thingy.

Renung-renungkan...dan selamat beramal.... :)

Mak Apan hilang.....please tolong laa

This was in my inbox this morning...

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Pagi tadi di opis, dalam pukul 9, sedang gua kaver line klik fesbuk sikitsikit, Apan mundar mandir belakang gua dengan muka kusut masai.

Dari tadi gua tengok Apan hilang punca di sekitar floor dept gua. Muka macam ada masalah.
"Lu kenapa ni Apan?” - Gua tanya demi meminta kepastian. Gua dengan Apan ni kira ngam juga la. Budak Kedah, umur muda sikit dari gua dan tak berapa hensem (gua lagi hensem). Kalau tatap muka dia lama lama boleh naik menyampah juga.Dia baru setahun kerja dengan kompeni gua. Sebelum masuk sini, Apan banyak hendel bisnes sendiri dan selalu rugi.

Apan berbisik...."Mak gua hilang la..”(dengan nada perlahan)
Gua punyala terperanjat! “Mak lu hilang?, bila hilang?” - dada gua tiba-tiba mengepam keluar masuk laju laju. Berdebar tak payah cakap la, kencang macam kuda.
"Petang semalam..dah cari merata tak jumpa”.

Apan berlalu meninggalkan gua menuju ke bahagian budak budak human resource. Gua tak tahu apa benda yang dia sedang fikir dalam kepala. Gua nak tanya lebih lebih risau kena pukul pula.Apa yang gua tahu sikit sikit,mak dia memang duduk rumah tak kerja, ayah dia kerja penolong kanan lagi dua tiga tahun nak pencen.

Kira kira lima belas minit kemudian, dari jauh gua nampak Apan berjalan semula masuk ke tempat gua. Kali ni muka dia tak kusut macam tadi dah,sebaliknya ceria macam muka Lan kumpulan the typewriter.

"Mak gua dah jumpa..” - kelegaan jelas terpampang di bibir Apan.
Gua cepat cepat bersyukur: “Alhamdulillah...Jumpa kat mana?”,
Dan dengan penuh keceriaan, jujur, ikhlas, tawadduk serta wajah disinari warna warni rama rama yang tiada belas kasihan pada gua, Apan membalas padu:
"Dalam sinki penteri.”
Gua terus tendang kompiter sampai bersepah atas lantai.

MUG la Apan..MUG..!!, pronunciation macam jahanam! macam sialll! Sia-sia gua berdebar. Pagi pagi sudah bikin hati membara. Please tolong laaaa......

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This made my day..hahahahaha.....!!!!