kiTa SaTu..

Kaulah Satu Tulang dari tulangku

Yang ku impikan selama hidupku

Tuk bersanding denganmu

Penuh asa lewati suatu masa

Berdua kita tlah jalin bersama

Satu ikatan cinta….

Indah terasa….

Lewat kasih yang mulia….

Dia yang kuasa…..

Kini kita Satu dalam menempuh hidup baru

Hatiku hatimu

Penuh kasih memadu

Kini kita satu dalam meraih indah cinta itu

Dan selamanya kita satu

Kaulah Satu Tulang dari tulangku

Yang ku impikan selama hidupku

Tuk bersanding denganmu

Penuh asa lewati suatu masa

Berdua kita tlah jalin bersama

Satu ikatan cinta….

Indah terasa….

Lewat kasih yang mulia….

Dia yang kuasa…..

(ref)

Kini kita Satu dalam menempuh hidup baru

Hatiku hatimu

Penuh kasih memadu

Kini kita satu dalam meraih indah cinta itu

Dan selamanya kita satu

Yang telah disatukan

Takkan dipisahkan

Kau dan aku akan berdua selamanya

iNDAh PaDa wAkTuNyA.

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Ada waktu untuk berduka
dan ada waktu tuk tertawa
Untuk segala sesuatunya
ada waktunya


LAda waktu untuk merombak
dan ada waktu tuk membangun
Kau jadikan semuanya indah pada waktunya

AllWalau kini ku menabur benih
sambil mencucurkan air mataku percaya
suatu saatku kan menuai berkasnya
sambil bersorak-sorak


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Ada waktu untuk merombak
dan ada waktu tuk membangun

all
Kau jadikan semuanya indah (semua indah)pada waktunya

all
Walau kini ku menabur benih
sambil mencucurkan air mataku percaya
suatu saatku kan menuai berkasnya sambil bersorak-sorak

Ho~ ho ho ho…

all
Walau kini ku menabur benih
 sambil mencucurkan air mataku percaya
 suatu saatku kan menuai berkasnya sambil bersorak-sorak


Suatu saat ku kan menuai berkasnya 
sambil bersorak-sorak

maya ku merening nuan ti tuchi

Maya ku merening nuan ti tuchi
belemati ke pemanah nuan
utai ngelingi ku nyadi ayung....
ba penampak nuan


maya ku ngasai pengerindu nuan..
maya ku ngasai penyinu nuan
utai ngelingi ku nyadi ayung.. 
ba penampak nuan.. 


Ku nyembah nuan.. 
ku nyembah nuan .. 
kebuah ku idup.. ku ka nyembah nuan.. (2x)

Ku kayuh-kayuh

ku kayuh-kayuh..
perahu ku..
ku kayuh..ke seberai..
Taja ribut biau balai
serta ombak ti besai
tang perahuku.. enda kala karam.. 

laban aku mai Yesus.. 
tama ke dalam perahuku.. 
lalu ku selamat datai di seberai...

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.10!!!

You might like it. This is hilarious... ..even
an Englishman could not construct sentences using numeric, which is exclusive only to Malaysians and Singaporeans.


Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,10.
Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1. This is what he came up with.....


1 day I go 2 climb a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down. The man rushed out and wanted to 5 with me. I ran until I fell 6 and threw up. So I go into 7-eleven and grabbed some 8 to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab at him. 10 God he run away.

10 I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7-eleven. Next day I called my boss and told him I was 6. He said 5 , tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work. He also asked me to go climb a 3 and jump down! I don't understand. I am so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1....


                                                                                                             written again : 
                                                                                                               by me....

PENGIDUPKU BISI RETI

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Sekumbang dalam pengidup aku..
senang tusah ku udh diasai.. aku nda takut
biar ujan ngau ribut..GG
laban Yesus Sedia nulungku...


Iya enda kal ngelengka ke aku
semampai ngiring ku tiap hari..
Iya ngibun aku... ngangkat maya ku labuh.. 
semina Yesus sanggup nulungku...


c/o:
       Hari ke hari ku ngasai pengelantang
       Jaku nuan ai pengidup..
       ari ke ari.. aku rindu. pengidup bgulai ngau nuan


           Oh rindu meh atiku
            begulai enggau Yesusku..
            p'gelantang d'bri nuan ke aku..
.
             sMina Yesus ti sanggup..
             ngendas ai mataku..
             ku ngsai pengidup ku bisi reti...

Iban rohani liric song...

Aku muji nuan Allah Taala
Aku ninggi ke.. pemesai kuasa nuan
aku nyembah nuan Allah Taala.. 
aku ninggi ke nama Nuan


enda takut ku nyingkang..
enda takut ka lelang..
Tuhan Yesus.. Bisi ngau aku..
nadai Tuhan bukai..
sebaka Nuan Yesus.. 
ninga Kangau... ninga sampiku... 

lesson for the married pers0n.. (enjoy the story.. )

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. 

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. 

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? 
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! 

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. 

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. 

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. 

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. 

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. 
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. 

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. 

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. 

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. 

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. 

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time... I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. 

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. 

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. 

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. 

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. 

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. 

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. 

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. 

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. 

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. 

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. 

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. 



The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!