salam
kelmarin malam aku sangat lapar
so aku panggng ayam kosong sahaja, ni kire frist time dalam dekat 2 bulan aku masak ayam.
lepas makan ayam
terus rase pelik
aku pon tatau kenapa
besok bangun pagi
terus demam panas
sakit kepala, perut, kaki dan belakang
adeh
apekah ayam ni
maybe bkan salah ayamtp aku gi opis gak, tatau a knape
sbb kalo tk gi opis aku rase bosan
jumaat cuti, yeay.
tatau nk bwat ape
stadi n main keyboard. asek main lagu same je
canon in d
recall balik lagu ni jgn kasi lupe.
aku nk men lagu ni live time kawin nnti :P
ntah bila, ntah ngan sapa
adeh
bosannye hidup bujang sensorang nih.
papahal pun, jaga hubungan ngan Tuhan
takde gune skor cemerlang dlm exam, tkde gune keje tinggi tinggi, tkde gune gaji banyak.
kalo tak dapat keredhaan tuhan.
mintak2 la hati aku gembira sampai tua. :) Amin Ya Allah
hahaha
k
itu saja
life goes on
salam
gibt nichts geht nicht
Friday 8 May 2009
Monday 4 May 2009
The cinnamon and the pickle
It’s 7 am in the morning and most of people in the world usually begin preparing themselves for the day, hoping it to run smoothly which it usually never will. On the kitchen-table lay a jar of pickles, a packet of cinnamons, coffee powder, hot water and sugar.
‘What are u doing here guys?’, says coffee to Cinnamon and Pickle.
‘Please, don’t ruin our master’s drink, we are about to become a cup of deliciously sweet hot coffee and I really don’t think u should be here’, says Sugar while expressing a murky-jerky face.
Realizing they have no use on this table, Cinnamon and Pickles venture to the other part of the kitchen. Through the dusk on the kitchen’s floor and the dirty unwashed dishes, they have finally arrived at the 2nd floor rack right beside the refrigerator.
At this place, they have the chance to meet the egg, oil and also the legendary Mr. Salt, the most useful ingredient in the kitchen, and wish that their presence is applicable and advantageous for them. Hence with an enormous hope piled up in their chest, Cinnamon and Pickle put a big smile on their face, showing their delightful feeling.
Upon seeing their faces, the great Salt shouts loudly.
‘Stop right there, don’t get any closer’.
The deafening voice stabs Cinnamon and Pickle right into their heart. All their hopes and dreams are presumably dead at that very moment.
‘Why are u here? With that ugly-looking shapes and the stinky-funny smell of yours, U have no right to be even near me.’ Cinnamon and Pickle tremble. Their friendly smiles ar
e washed away and yet they don’t even have the chance to say Hello.
‘We are the scramble egg team. You’ll destroy us with your ‘natural’ fragrance, just stay off us, u low-life scum!! ’.
With fully loaded disappointment, off they travel to the shelves near the sink, where they meet the pancake flour and honey. This time, they really don’t want to cultivate as much hope as before because their expectation and confidence to be accepted has reach almost zero.
‘Hello, can we join u here?’, asked Cinnamon with a pleasant smile.
‘Well, u can stay here if u want, but we are just simply Pancake and Honey, a simple dessert, nothing more than that. I really don’t think that u can fit along with us. Frankly said, here is not a place for you. I’m so sorry’, replied Honey with calm expression, really represents its sweet nature.
‘Maybe you’ll find your place somewhere if you travel further, maybe not here, maybe not in this town. Or maybe u just have to wait’, says Pancake.
Once more with a sad face, Cinnamon and Pickle set their foot to find a perfect place to dwell. From shelves to shelves, racks to racks, refrigerator, cupboard and drawers, still no place for them to accommodate. Everytime they meet someone new, they try their best to sketch the finest smile on their faces, only to be downhearted later on.
‘I think we’ve had enough’
Through this numerous hardships and predicaments while being casted away, they’ve gone through so many things and have shared joys, sorrow and laughter together. Day by day, they live side by side in an old drawer at the very right corner of the kitchen, waiting to be grouped and become something useful for their master.
One day, a group of newcomers which consist of baking powder, sugar, icing sugar, wheat flour, eggs, raisins, milk, butter and shortening powder came and were assembled on the table.
‘Hey Cinnamon, wanna join us? We are about to become a marvelous cinnamon cake ’, ask the newcomers.
Cinnamon looks straight into Pickle’s eyes. He couldn’t say a word and really don’t know what to say. He is extremely happy to be part of something big but deep in his heart he knows that once he step out of this drawer, he will not sees Pickle again…….. never. This is a truly final farewell.
‘Don’t think, just go. Your time has come. You can finally do something big this time, rather than spending a whole pointlessly-boring day with me. My time will come real soon, just like what Honey said, I just have to wait’, says Pickle with a fake smile drawn on his face.
That evening, Cinnamon is not just the sticks that stuck inside a plastic bag, now he is superbly beautiful cake, a pleasant-looking appetizer that adored by everyone in the house. And Pickle is still just the pickles in a jar which from this moment has to spend his life all by his own… alone.
And then, one early morning…….
‘Eh, ade lagi rupanye timun jeruk ni, ingatkan da takde da. Ahhh, amek je la, da lambat dah ni, nak berak lagi pas ni, kang tak sempat lak kang’, says a mystery guy who’s late for work today because watching 5 episodes of Family Guy straight in a row last night.
A super-good-looking and stylishly-well-dressed bachelor comes and puts all the pickles between a pair of high-quality breads which then followed by a couple of luxury cheese, nicely-sliced chicke
n salami and a few drops of imported hot chili sauce.
While being bitten bit by bit, the Pickle can only smile but this time, he’s not faking it. He is so happy, truly happy, as he dies not as pickles that once only locked in a jar but also as part of a healthy delicious sandwich.
‘Kenyang kenyang walaupon tak sedap mana. Alhamdulillah’, says Ayop, the mystery guy, who then slightly manage to catch a bus to Dingolfing where he spends his entire working hours (7am-3pm) writing some silly article about pickle and cinnamon as he has no important task to do today.
Adios.
‘What are u doing here guys?’, says coffee to Cinnamon and Pickle.
‘Please, don’t ruin our master’s drink, we are about to become a cup of deliciously sweet hot coffee and I really don’t think u should be here’, says Sugar while expressing a murky-jerky face.
Realizing they have no use on this table, Cinnamon and Pickles venture to the other part of the kitchen. Through the dusk on the kitchen’s floor and the dirty unwashed dishes, they have finally arrived at the 2nd floor rack right beside the refrigerator.
At this place, they have the chance to meet the egg, oil and also the legendary Mr. Salt, the most useful ingredient in the kitchen, and wish that their presence is applicable and advantageous for them. Hence with an enormous hope piled up in their chest, Cinnamon and Pickle put a big smile on their face, showing their delightful feeling.
Upon seeing their faces, the great Salt shouts loudly.
‘Stop right there, don’t get any closer’.
The deafening voice stabs Cinnamon and Pickle right into their heart. All their hopes and dreams are presumably dead at that very moment.
‘Why are u here? With that ugly-looking shapes and the stinky-funny smell of yours, U have no right to be even near me.’ Cinnamon and Pickle tremble. Their friendly smiles ar
e washed away and yet they don’t even have the chance to say Hello.‘We are the scramble egg team. You’ll destroy us with your ‘natural’ fragrance, just stay off us, u low-life scum!! ’.
With fully loaded disappointment, off they travel to the shelves near the sink, where they meet the pancake flour and honey. This time, they really don’t want to cultivate as much hope as before because their expectation and confidence to be accepted has reach almost zero.
‘Hello, can we join u here?’, asked Cinnamon with a pleasant smile.
‘Well, u can stay here if u want, but we are just simply Pancake and Honey, a simple dessert, nothing more than that. I really don’t think that u can fit along with us. Frankly said, here is not a place for you. I’m so sorry’, replied Honey with calm expression, really represents its sweet nature.
‘Maybe you’ll find your place somewhere if you travel further, maybe not here, maybe not in this town. Or maybe u just have to wait’, says Pancake.
Once more with a sad face, Cinnamon and Pickle set their foot to find a perfect place to dwell. From shelves to shelves, racks to racks, refrigerator, cupboard and drawers, still no place for them to accommodate. Everytime they meet someone new, they try their best to sketch the finest smile on their faces, only to be downhearted later on.
‘I think we’ve had enough’
Through this numerous hardships and predicaments while being casted away, they’ve gone through so many things and have shared joys, sorrow and laughter together. Day by day, they live side by side in an old drawer at the very right corner of the kitchen, waiting to be grouped and become something useful for their master.
One day, a group of newcomers which consist of baking powder, sugar, icing sugar, wheat flour, eggs, raisins, milk, butter and shortening powder came and were assembled on the table.
‘Hey Cinnamon, wanna join us? We are about to become a marvelous cinnamon cake ’, ask the newcomers.
Cinnamon looks straight into Pickle’s eyes. He couldn’t say a word and really don’t know what to say. He is extremely happy to be part of something big but deep in his heart he knows that once he step out of this drawer, he will not sees Pickle again…….. never. This is a truly final farewell.
‘Don’t think, just go. Your time has come. You can finally do something big this time, rather than spending a whole pointlessly-boring day with me. My time will come real soon, just like what Honey said, I just have to wait’, says Pickle with a fake smile drawn on his face.
That evening, Cinnamon is not just the sticks that stuck inside a plastic bag, now he is superbly beautiful cake, a pleasant-looking appetizer that adored by everyone in the house. And Pickle is still just the pickles in a jar which from this moment has to spend his life all by his own… alone.
And then, one early morning…….
‘Eh, ade lagi rupanye timun jeruk ni, ingatkan da takde da. Ahhh, amek je la, da lambat dah ni, nak berak lagi pas ni, kang tak sempat lak kang’, says a mystery guy who’s late for work today because watching 5 episodes of Family Guy straight in a row last night.
A super-good-looking and stylishly-well-dressed bachelor comes and puts all the pickles between a pair of high-quality breads which then followed by a couple of luxury cheese, nicely-sliced chicke
n salami and a few drops of imported hot chili sauce.While being bitten bit by bit, the Pickle can only smile but this time, he’s not faking it. He is so happy, truly happy, as he dies not as pickles that once only locked in a jar but also as part of a healthy delicious sandwich.
‘Kenyang kenyang walaupon tak sedap mana. Alhamdulillah’, says Ayop, the mystery guy, who then slightly manage to catch a bus to Dingolfing where he spends his entire working hours (7am-3pm) writing some silly article about pickle and cinnamon as he has no important task to do today.
Adios.
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