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Sayang..
Apa yang ku katakan
Apa yang ku rasakan
Belum pernah dialami


Demimu segala ku kurniakan
Susah ku senangkan
Apa sahaja dipenuhi


Di hati


Dan masih lagi engkau bertanya
Sejauh manakah cinta
Penjelasan ku sebenar-benarnya;


Sampai, tubuh tak bernyawa
Sampai, ku ke pangkuannya
Biar jasad tak dilihat zahir
Cintaku kan tetapkan hadir


Andai dikurnia syurga
kan ku tunggu di luarnya
jika ditanya mengapa?
Jawapan ku menunggu..
Kau SAMPAI dahulu..


Mudahnya sekadar bermadah
Hingga kau meragui
Keikhlasan sanubari
Sedangkan racun pun kan ku telan
Andai kau menyatakan ia madu kepadaku


Oh sungguh..
Dan masih lagi kau bertanya
Sedalam manakah cinta?


Lafaz ikrarku buat selamanya...


Katakan sayang..
bagaimanakah harus ku hidup.. tanpa dirimu
Sedangkan separuhnya di jiwaku,
bersamamu...


Sampai, tubuh tak bernyawa
Sampai, ku kepangkuannya
Biar jasad tak dilihat zahir..
Cintaku tetapkan hadir....


Andai dikurnia syurga...
Kan ku tunggu di luarnya
Jika ditanya mengapa
Jawapan ku menunggu kau sampai dahulu..
Ohh...
Kau sampai padaku...

What is Love?

For some people love is a complete devotion and endless adoration, for others is a temporary feeling that will disappear in time. For some people it is a fairy-tale and for others it is a dream come true. Some people say love is once-in-a lifetime thing and others believe that after one love comes another. The more you try to find a universal definition of love – the more you get confused with all these words you get from different people around you. The more you think you get closer to the true meaning of this feeling- the more you realize that the definition of love is probably your own, unique and sincere truth about love. Throughout the history a lot of writers suggested their understanding of love to their readers. And it is important to say that books about love do influence a lot people’s mind, it especially concerns young people. These books show the way authors look upon marriage and love, betrayal and devotion. For instance, let us compare the visions of marriage we observe in three short stories: Raymond Carver's "What we talk about when we talk about love", Kate Chopin's story "The Storm" and Irwin Shaw's "The Girls in their Summer Dresses".
Raymond Carver’s “What we talk about when we talk about love" is a story about two couples who gather on a pre-dinner drinking meeting and one of them-Mel, starts talking about love. He cannot admit that his wife's abusive ex-husband, Ed, could possibly love her while he was dragging her around the room by her ankles. "That's not love, and you know it," Mel says. "I don't know what you'd call it, but I sure know you wouldn't call it love." His wife Terri does not stop trying to persuade him that it was love. Though she understands that her ex-husband may be called a sadist and even pathological she still explains his conduct basing on the feeling he had for her. Deep inside she believes that he just could not find another way to free his feelings other then by violence. His love erupted in violence and than he committed a suicide. Ed, though he is dead, is basically the main character of the story. Terri, Mel’s wife talks about Ed with some sort of nostalgia for the old times they had together. Some words she says point out that she thinks Mel will not ever love her like that. The group continues drinking. Mel notes that as much as they love each other, if they were all married to someone else, or their loved ones would have died it would make no difference in their lives. All of them look empty inside, pretending to love and hoping that no one will ever find out their play. Kate Chopin's "The Storm" main character is Calixta, a married woman that turns out to stay alone at home during a storm, while her husband and little son stay at the store to wait until the storm stops. A gentleman named Alcee appears, asking for shelter on Calixta’s porch. She lets him in and at the moment when she accidentally falls into his arms and they free out their passion for each other. It was a storm in the first place inside the house, a storm of a forbidden passion and only then an outside rainstorm. The fact
Calixta is able to continue her married life without guilt and without punishment after her one-shot affair seems extremely shocking. And even more that that – Calixta becomes enlivened and even a better woman than she was before. It seems so unreal and strange. It completely shows that the author has sexually-liberated vision of marriage. Irwin Shaw's "The Girls in their Summer Dresses" continues shocking the reader by view on marriage of different people. It is a story about a couple walking down the Fifth Avenue. Michael holds Frances's but keeps looking at every girl passing by with a look of a single man.
"You always look at other women," Frances said. "At every damn woman in the city of New York." They start discussing this problem in a bar and Frances seems very hurt. "I feel rotten inside, in my stomach, when we pass a woman and you look at her and I see that look in your eye and that's the way you looked at me the first time…”. Michael assures Frances that he has not touched another woman since their wedding. But some words he says completely shock: “ I can't help but look at them. I can't help but want them. I love you, but I also want them...". After these words Frances makes Michael admit that one day he is going to make a move. And when he does that the only favor she asks him for is at least to stop talking how pretty this or that woman is. And they just go on being together and decide to call their friends to spend the weekend. That completely amazes the reader. It is really hard to say which relationship offers the most realistic view of marriage, but Kate Chopin's story, "The
Storm" in the sense that a treason like that did not mean anything and the woman continues her married life with a new discovery of her sexuality. But honestly, this has nothing to do with love and is just the most realistic picture of a marriage. The violent type of marriage depicted in Raymond Carver's "What we talk about when we talk about love" is really frightening and fortunately not very frequent. What is described in this novel is not love at all and it is nothing but pathology. And love described in Irwin Shaw's "The Girls in their Summer Dresses" shows us that kind of “love” when you want other people and know that one day you are going to make a move towards it. It is very hard to make a division of this or that marriage being “good” or “bad”. Analyzing the marriages depicted in these works it is interesting to point out that the “ good” marriage would be the one in "The Storm", not with unrealized expectations like in “What we talk about when we talk about love”, not with pathological attraction to other women like in “Girls in their summer dresses”. It is individual for every person, and what one person may consider being a perfect marriage other will consider being his worst nightmare. Love is what people in these stories feel comfortable with it to be. Love comes and goes moving through these stories like a shadow. What about spiritual love?

aku tak suke bile mak tipu aku.....
aku tahu mak sayang aku, aku pun sayang mak..sayang sangat2..
she's everything t0 me!!!
tapi kenapa mak sanggup tipu aku??
kenapa mak?????
pertanyaan itu sering kali berterbangan dalam k0tak fikiran ku...
like a flying butterfly~~~

dikala..
sedih,,dia serlahkan kegembiraannya
lapar,,dia tunjukkan kekenyangannya
dihina,,dia tetap tersenyum
sakit,,dia masih ketawa

semuanya untuk kebahagiaan aku,,anaknya
yang senantiasa lalai dengan nikmat dunia

aku nampak kepalsuannya..
dia tidak mahu menzahirkan kesusahannya..
dia menderita untuk anak2 nya
inilah fitrah se0rang ibu..

Dalam Benci Ada Rindu

Sedang bercinta
Apakah kau bahagia
Kerna rindu dendam
Telah kau baca

Berada diambang kasturi
Hanya kita berdua sahaja
Dibuai angin dingin
Biar selama-lamanya

Jika berpisah
Adakah kau gelisah
Tangis luka hiba
Seperti insan lara

Merenung laut bergelora
Tak ku seandainya sendirian
Lemas mencari ruang untuk bernafas
[ Dalam Benci Ada Rindu lyric found on www.lirik.my ]

Usahlah kau mengambil hati
Jikalau aku bersendiri
Diuji oleh hidup ini
Dalam benci dalam rindu ada semua

Meredah rimba yang berduri
Ada jurang tidak kau sedari
Setenang kasih dipagar mata
Mudahnya terpedaya

Walau putih puncak singgahsana
Walau pun tidurku di atas permata
Tidakkan lena jika kau tidak bersama
Itu kehendakNYA itu suratanNYA

Bila Cinta – Filianti Vlee (OST Lagenda Budak Setan)

Bila cinta kini
Tak lagi bermakna
Yang ku rasa kini
Hanyalah nestapa
Di tinggalkan cinta masa lalu
Dulu kau tawarkan
Manisnya janjimu
Dan ku sambut itu
Dengan segenap hatiku
Bila engkau pergi
Tinggalkan ku

Hilangnya cintamu
Menusuk hatiku
Hingga ku memilih
Cinta yang fana
Perginya dirimu
Merobek jantungku
Hingga ku terjatuh
Dalam harapan
Hilangnya cintamu
Menusuk hatiku
Hingga ku terjatuh
Dalam harapan
Dalam harapan

rahsia bulan kelahiran

Rahsia Bulan Kelahiran - Julai

Berikut disenaraikan kajian mengenai sikap anda yang lahir dalam bulan Julai. Kajian ini telah dibuat oleh Yang Berbahagia Dato’ Dr. Fadzilah Kamsah.
JULAI

* Sangat suka didamping.
* Banyak berahsia dan sukar dimengerti terutamanya lelaki.
* Agak pendiam kecuali dirangsang.
* Ada harga dan maruah diri.
* Tak suka menyusahkan orang lain tapi tidak marah apabila disusahkan.
* Mudah dipujuk dan bercakap lurus.
* Sangat menjaga hati orang lain.
* Sangat peramah.
* Emosi sangat mendalam tapi mudah terluka hatinya.
* Berjiwa sentimental.
* Jarang berdendam.
* Mudah memaafkan tapi sukar melupakan.
* Tidak suka benda remeh-temeh.
* Membimbing cara fizikal dan mental.
* Sangat peka, mengambil berat dan mengasihi serta penyayang.
* Layanan yang serupa terhadap semua orang.
* Tinggi daya simpati.
* Pemerhatian yang tajam.
* Suka menilai orang lain melalui pemerhatian.
* Mudah dan rajin belajar.
* Suka muhasabah diri.
* Suka mengenangkan peristiwa atau kawan lama.
* Suka mendiamkan diri.
* Suka duduk di rumah.
* Suka tunggu kawan tapi tak cari kawan.
* Tidak agresif kecuali terpaksa.
* Lemah dari segi kesihatan perut.
* Mudah gemuk kalau tak kawal diet.
* Minta disayangi.
* Mudah terluka hati tapi lambat pulih.
* Terlalu mengambil berat.
* Rajin dalam membuat kerja

Allahualam

Rahsia Bulan Kelahiran - Mei

Berikut disenaraikan kajian mengenai sikap anda yang lahir dalam bulan Mei. Kajian ini telah dibuat oleh Yang Berbahagia Dato’ Dr. Fadzilah Kamsah.

MEI

* Keras hati & tegas.
* Kuat semangat & bermotivasi tinggi.
* Pemikiran yang tajam.
* Mudah marah apabila tidak dikawal.
* Pandai menarik hati & perhatian orang lain.
* Perasaan yang amat mendalam.
* Cantik dari segi mental & fizikal.
* Tidak perlu dimotivasikan.
* Tetap pendirian, tetapi mudah dipengaruhi oleh orang lain.
* Mudah dipujuk.
* Bersikap sistematik (otak kiri).
* Suka berangan.
* Kuat daya firasat memahami apa yang terlintas di hati orang lain tanpa diberitahu.
* Bahagian telinga & leher mudah diserang penyakit.
* Daya khayalan yang tinggi.
* Permikiran yang tajam.
* Pandai berdebat.
* Fizikal yang baik.
* Kelemahan sistem pernafasan.
* Suka sastera, seni & muzik serta melancong.
* Tidak berapa suka duduk di rumah.
* Tidak boleh duduk diam.
* Tidak punya ramai anak.
* Rajin dan bersemangat tinggi.
* Agak boros

Allahualam

I don't believe in love

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." - Sophocles

"Attention is the most basic form of love; through it we bless and are blessed." - John Tarrant

"We love because it's the only true adventure." - Nikki Giovanni
"Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away." - Dorothy Parker

"Love is friendship set on fire." - unknown

"Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing." - Goethe

"To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia." - H.L. Mencken

"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong

"Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions." - Isaac Bashevis Singer

"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it." - Robert Mitchum

"Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside." - Margaret Walker

"Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature." - Howard Thurman

"Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end." - Anonymous

"Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other." - Rainer Maria Rilke

"Where love is, no room is too small." - Talmud

"Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston

"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain

"Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day." - Nicholas Sparks

"To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven." - Karen Sunde

"A love song is just a caress set to music." - Sigmund Romberg

"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit." - Peter Ustinov

"Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever." - unknown

"Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." - Erich Fromm

"In the final analysis, love is the only reflection of man's worth." - Bill Wundram, Iowa Quad Cities Times

"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile." - Elizabeth Browning

"Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania."
- Dorothy Parker

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
- Woody Allen,

"There is a time for work. And a time for love. That leaves no other time." - Coco Chanel

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
While loving someone deeply gives you courage." - Lao Tzu

"The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller

"But you won't need no harem, honey
When I'm by your side
And you won't need no camel, no no
When I take you for a ride" - lyrics to "Midnight at the Oasis" by David Nichtern, sung by Maria Muldaur

"Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly." - Mae West

"Marriage is one of the few institutions that allow a man to do as his wife pleases." - Milton Berle

"There will be sex after death, we just won't be able to feel it." - Lily Tomlin

"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy, you must have somebody to divide it with." - Mark Twain

"Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat." - Joanne Woodward

"I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life." - D. H. Lawrence

"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it." - Robert Mitchum

"The vulnerability of opening your heart fully and deeply to another is terrifying, but at a point in my 50s, I realized that I had to step up to the plate." - Jane Fonda

"If I know what love is, it is because of you." - Herman Hesse

"All that you are, all that I owe to you, justifies my love." - Marquis de Lafayette

"Thou art to me a delicious torment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"If you would be loved, love and be lovable." - Benjamin Franklin, "Poor Richard's Almanac," 1755

"And in the end, the love you take
Is equal to the love you make." - John Lennon and Paul McCartney
what a nice quotation..hahhh
it just a bunch of word that be arrange to form a sentence.For me,its means nothing.
Love is hurts. The abrasions of love have inspired many a great writer. From Shakespeare to Jane Austen, writers have at some time or the other dwelt upon the anguish called love. A few of the following quotes bring out the heartaches caused by love in the most striking manner.
Jane Austen
One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering.

Anonymous
If love is so important to have that one doesn't want to lose it, why is it when we find true love we often don't notice it?

Oscar Wilde
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Philip Larkin
What will survive of us is love.

Diane Arbus
Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.

E. Y. Harburg
Oh, innocent victims of Cupid,
Remember this terse little verse;
To let a fool kiss you is stupid,
To let a kiss fool you is worse.

Anonymous
It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

William Shakespeare
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Victor M. Garcia Jr.
Love is like the truth, sometimes it prevails, sometimes it hurts.

Spanish proverb
Where there is love, there is pain.

Oscar Wilde
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

Sir James M. Barrie
If you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

Francois de La Rouchefoucauld
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

William Shakespeare
The courses of true love never did run smooth.

George Granville
Of all pains, the greatest pain,
Is to love, and to love in vain.

Anonymous
Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends?

Marie E. Eschenbach
We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack

Return to Paradise

Lisa gazed out over the Caribbean Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.

She had married James right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Lisa had been happier than she had ever thought possible. James was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Caribbean island of the Dominican Republic. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.

But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular quickie divorces.

Lisa let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?

The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet.

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Lisa sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach.

Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Lisa opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby.

She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as James was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look James in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.

Looking up, Lisa could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears.

They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Lisa stood up and took James by the hand and led him away from the bar towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises.