Bulan Ramadhan yang mulia bakal berlalu tidak lama lagi. Selepas ini bulan Syawal pula akan menjelma. Di kesempatan ini Makfiza ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir & Batin dari hujung rambut sampai hujung kaki kepada semua yang mengenali. Al maklumlah kita ni manusia yang sememangnya tidak sempurna. Andai ada tersalah silap dan kata harap di ampunkan. Semoga dengan keberkatan syawal kali ini hidup kita semua akan diredai dan di berkati selalu oleh Allah swt. Buang yang keruh ambil yang jernih, itulah yang sebaiknya.Bagi yang telah tiada, ayahanda Allahyarham Mohd Nordin Dirun, al-fatihah sentiasa disedekahkan padanya. Semoga rohnya diberkati, diredhai dan berada di kalangan hambaNya yang beriman. Tahun 2005 menyaksikan pemergian ayahanda tersayang ke rahmatuallah selama 9 tahun. ~Al-Fatihah~
Bila tiba hari raya mulalah macam-macam perkara bersarang di kepala. Persiapan raya, anak2 untuk diri sendiri, suami dan rumah dan macam-macam lagi lah. Bagi Makfiza yang mana rumah mak dengan rumah mak mertua hanya jaraknya lebih kurang 15 minit saja heheh...memang la takde masalah giliran nak balik kg mana . Tapi adalah kekurangannya di mana tak dapat nak rasa suasana dan keghairahan 'balik kampung' tu. Untuk nak rasa juga kami buat plan untuk ke KL..insyaallah.
Tahun ni kuih raya pun makfiza tak banyak order. Entah la. Rasanya kalau buat sendiri lagi best. Hahah bukan best apa...takde la makfiza pandai sangat cam chef Norzailina Nordin (heheh)..tp suasana masa buat kuih tu merancakkan lagi nak berhari raya. Hmm apa apa la kan. Tepuk dada tanya selera ada org prefere untuk beli dan ada pulak yang suka buat sendiri. Bila buat sendiri .. kuih kat umah Wan aje. Buat kuih jd cepat sebab ada "chef leesya". Orang sibuk dia sibuk juge. Begitu la. Bila ada anak ni baru tau 'keseronokan'. Agaknya dulu masa kita kecik2 pun cam tu jugak la.
Meriah hari raya tahun ni sebab kakak sulung balik ke Kuantan. Tahun ni giliran sini. Adik beradik semua dapat berkumpul pada hari raya kali ini. Yang mana ada 2 di KL 1 di Sungai Petani. Seorang lagi kakak di Kuantan, setia menjaga mak dan Makfiza. Kami 5 orang adik beradik. Jarang dapat berkumpul. Di hari raya sajalah yang menyatukan kami. Dulu masing-masing bujang takde la rasa 'ramai'..sekarang masing-masing ada anak..sekurang-kurangnya 2 org..kakak yang sulung - Norzailina ada 4 org, kakak ke tiga -Nordiana ada 2 sepasang, Abang-Mohamad Norman ada 2 org hero dan Makfiza ada 2 orang puteri, semua sekali 10 orang tambahan orang baru dan 4 orang menantu mak. Wahhh..meriah sungguh. Plan awal nak amik gamba satu family kat studio. Insyaallah.
1 comment:
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."
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