tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167909922024-03-13T21:05:55.538+08:00: : cucu uwan : :~ life is a journey. it starts, it ends. along the way it bumps ~anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.comBlogger660125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-76921267894705046752018-03-13T16:01:00.002+08:002018-03-13T16:01:50.048+08:00Hello?Gila lama tak update.<br />
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Have a nice day, peeps!anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-44459805970940455992017-01-02T00:14:00.001+08:002017-01-02T00:15:23.021+08:002017Tahun baru. <div>Selamat datang. </div><div>Be good please. <div><br></div><div>Alahai... Clichรฉ-nya.. </div><div><br></div><div>Tahun saja yang baru. Orangnya sama. Kurusnya tidak juga. ๐ </div><div><br></div><div>Like previous years, we did not celebrate. No fireworks watching. Kids were on gadgets. I was baking. Thats all. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Azam? I made the kids wrote down their resolutions. Rimas mama tengok asik main gadgets aje. </div><div><br></div><div>Myself? I had a few too. Some renewed. Status quo. Some renewed with some amendments. See how la eh... Wish me luck!</div><div><br></div><div>All the best for 2017. </div><div>Moga semua dibawah lindungan Allah sentiasa. </div><div>Amin.. </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-84744143427058149562016-12-29T00:16:00.001+08:002016-12-29T00:16:48.222+08:00Lost againMy say against games. <div>I lost</div><div><br></div><div>My instruction against handphone usage</div><div>I lost</div><div><br></div><div>How many more battles should I go through before winning my war? </div><div><br></div><div>Unlikely to win. </div><div>As how I see it. </div><div><br></div><div>A little bright and colourful rectangular object which suppose to be an assistance had become an addiction. </div><div><br></div><div>I am too. </div><div>Indulge. </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-83808949130611070802016-03-16T07:44:00.001+08:002016-03-16T07:44:01.151+08:00Rezeki AllahI started baking after I had Alesya. Failures. Good reviews. Obstacles. Name it. I had it all. Maybe not on a major effect, but yes. I have had them all. <div><br></div><div>Some had lowered my self esteem. Some made me lost my confidence. But equally some had made me whom I am now. </div><div><br></div><div>I learned more. I decide better. I judge better. </div><div><br></div><div>There are friends who are taking advantages. </div><div>There are who would stand by you no matter what. </div><div>There are some who would ask discount in the name of supporting your business. </div><div>There are some who just dont care how much they have to throw in. </div><div><br></div><div>I have seen it all. </div><div><br></div><div>That made the better me. </div><div><br></div><div>I dont want to judge who they are. Thats not my role. I appraise Allah for giving me the opportunity to see who they are to me. I thank Allah for giving the chance to improve myself. Syukur. Alhamdulillah. </div><div><br></div><div>I am just a little khalifah. </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-192117592633725022016-01-27T23:38:00.001+08:002016-01-27T23:38:18.503+08:00AibSaya percaya, kalau kita tutup aib orang; Allah akan tutup aib kita.<div><br></div><div>Saya juga percaya, kalau kita malukan orang; Allah akan buat yang sama pada kita. </div><div><br></div><div>Saya tidak berpegang pada karma. Pendirian saya teguh pada qada' dan qadar. </div><div><br></div><div>Insya Allah. Yang baik pasti Allah turunkan juga. Lambat atau cepat saja. Tugas kita untuk sedari keesaanNya. </div><div><br></div><div>Itu penting. </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-18497560111329179152016-01-27T18:17:00.001+08:002016-01-27T18:17:03.119+08:00Ambition"Mama... I want to be a doctor. For kids and animals" <div><br></div><div>Amin...</div><div><br></div><div>Mama doakan cita-cita Asya makbul ye nak.. ๐</div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-88089543966429630012016-01-26T09:58:00.001+08:002016-01-26T09:58:02.370+08:00Cikgu sekolahBila seorang menjerit, fair and enough.<div><br></div><div>Bila tiga orang memekik dengan suara nyaring-garing, suasana dah macam pasar borong. </div><div><br></div><div>"Mai beli ikan. Daging. Ayam"</div><div><br></div><div style="direction: ltr;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Come one lah... </span>Pelanggan anda masih dibawah umur. Bingit kot.. 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This may be one. </div><div><br></div><div>Alhamdulillah. </div><div>Loves. </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-35365888475627756052015-11-25T22:34:00.001+08:002015-11-25T22:34:23.833+08:00KorangEngkorang lambat, aku diam. <div>Dua minggu keje a<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">ku asyik hantar reminder paling gentle. </span><div><br></div><div>Aku lambat tak sampai dua puluh empat jam. </div><div>Engkorang punya tanya macam aku lambat dua puluh empat minggu. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Amboi..! </div><div><br></div><div>Loves.</div><div>As-salam </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-87695384755877638812015-11-12T11:13:00.001+08:002015-11-12T11:13:00.133+08:00Lima puluh senPagi ni ada date dengan Kak An. Actually budak-budak ni. Saja bawak swimming. Macam dah lama benar tak beraktiviti sukan. <div><br></div><div>On the way tu singgah beli kuih. Ada maid yang belikan nasi lemak untuk tuannya. Tuan & Puan tunggu saja dalam kereta. </div><div><br></div><div>Saya suka cakapnya. Elok. Berbudi bahasa. Bersyukur dibayar RM60 untuk 4 jam bekerja. Senang hati bekerja mungkin. </div><div><br></div><div>"Tak apalah kalau aunty tak nak makan. Nanti saya yang makan"</div><div><br></div><div>"Nanti dia tak gemuk, kamu yang gemuk" </div><div><br></div><div>Hahaha..</div><div><br></div><div>Saya pun ikut gelak dengar dia bersembang dengan makcik jual nasik lemak. </div><div><br></div><div>Akhir pembelian, dia tak cukup lima puluh sen. Lari ke kereta minta duit lagi dari Tuan & Puan. Giliran saya bayar, saya tambah duit tak cukup tu. </div><div><br></div><div>Saya rasa seronok. Suka. Gembira. </div><div><br></div><div>Saya selalu nak buat good deed macam ni. Tapi saya selalu malu. Saya selalu hold my thought and too shy to take action. </div><div><br></div><div>Alhamdulillah. Allah bagi saya peluang hari ni. Lima puluh sen saja. Tapi cukup buat hati girang. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Harap-harap sedap nasi lemak aunty tu hari ni. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Love. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">As-salam. </span></div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-67825772767526898492015-09-19T07:25:00.001+08:002015-09-19T07:27:52.387+08:00SAMOnce more, I was given an opportunity to see pure friendships. Kasih sayang sesama insan. Kebesaran Ilahi. <div><br></div><div>Babah Sam was just another ordinary name in my FB. It changed after he had an accident. He did not survived. And my newsfeed filled with sweet memories he had with his fellows acquaintance. Mostly friends.</div><div><br></div><div>I knew him more than 5 years ago. He was a colleague's spouse back then. I didnt see him often. But I've cooked once for him. Mee kari for hari raya. Sampai sekarang masih ingat his comment. </div><div><br></div><div>"Pekat mee kari ni"</div><div><br></div><div>And since then my mee kari is not thick anymore.</div><div><br></div><div>We spoke only a few words during any occassions. I keep the distance. Malu pun ada. Takut pun ada jugak. Tapi ye la... Just like a comment I saw recently. </div><div><br></div><div>"Muka ada garang tapi hati banyak baik"</div><div><br></div><div>He was. Actually.</div><div><br></div><div>He has special bonding with kids. Boleh nampak dalam gambar-gambarnya. Orang lain bergambar dengan aksi macam-macam. Dia dengan bebudak. Orang lain sibuk makan, dia duk main. If only he had met Alesya, she will love to be around Uncle Sam too. </div><div><br></div><div>Ketentuan Allah sangat hebat. Sepanjang hidupnya dia menyenangi orang. Tiada hayatnya, dia amat disayangi..</div><div><br></div><div>Rehatlah Sam. You have had enough. You have helped so many souls. You have touched so many hearts. You will be missed. Definitely. </div><div><br></div><div>Al-fatihah</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Shamudin Teguh dalam kenangan.</div><div>As-salam </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-78680837097555954902015-09-02T07:43:00.001+08:002015-09-02T07:43:58.363+08:00PantangJangan ler sentuh handphone dan lepas tu tekan ikon facebook atau instagram pagi-pagi ni. <div><br></div><div>Memang kerja umah jadik setindan. </div><div><br></div><div>Pukul 10 baru sidai baju. </div><div><br></div><div>Ikan simpan balik dalam fridge. KFC aje for lunch. </div><div><br></div><div>Baju nak gosok, masih belum bergosok. </div><div><br></div><div>Haih....</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Dari kiri............. Cepat jalan!!</div><div>As-salam. </div><div><br></div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-55585256693734413592015-08-14T07:23:00.001+08:002015-08-14T07:23:33.803+08:00Pasar malamTak banyak mana pun gerai yang bukak kat pasar malam dekat dengan umah ni. Lagipun almost everyday ada pasar malam kat kawasan yang berdekatan. So the one near us is not that big. Space pun limited. <div><br></div><div>Jualan pun more to food than clothing, pasu bunga or any of such. But the best are here. Nasi kerabu and nasi dagang are the most delicious I've tasted. Jagung rebus dulu sedap, sekarang kureng sikit. Laksa buyung pun best. Yong taufu adalah pergh punya sedap. Ayam dinasour is the best of all! </div><div><br></div><div>Ayam dinasour ni sebenarnya rangka ayam aje. Tapi nikmatnya adalah yang amat banget. I dont usually cook heavy stuff in Friday. Sebab nak kejarkan makanan sedap kat pasar malam ni.</div><div><br></div><div>"Hari ni nak makan apa?"</div><div><br></div><div>"Ayamlah. Eh... Boringlah. Benda lain la pulak"</div><div><br></div><div>"Jagung? Tapi dah tak sedap sangat. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Nasik kerabu nak?"</span></div><div><br></div><div>"Bolehlah... Eh.. Yong taufu lah. Lama tak makan"</div><div><br></div><div>"Hmm.... Yong taufu mahei"</div><div><br></div><div>"Haaaa.... Beli ajer ler apa yang kita mampu"</div><div><br></div><div>Almost every Friday, inilah conversation kami laki bini. Deciding what to eat on a Friday night -- the only day that we allow ourselves to eat at night. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Hari diet ke laut.</div><div>As-salam </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-54190217902271937312015-08-13T09:55:00.001+08:002015-08-13T09:55:58.090+08:00Oh!After sixteen and a half months, there are still teachers send me emails requesting their EPF details. <div><br></div><div>Sangatlah muka saya ni wakil EPF gamaknya eh....</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Pffttttt....</div><div>As-salam</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-80852771040851959402015-08-13T08:09:00.001+08:002015-08-13T08:09:45.907+08:00Butter cookies SyafiqPagi ni dikejutkan dengan berita kematian Syafiq, anak Mas; classmate dari tadika ke darjah 4 di SRKTM. <div><br></div><div>Syafiq memang sakit dah lama. Baru-baru ni masa Mas amik kuih raya memang dia dah kabo Syafiq's condition worsen. Tengok gambar dia pun kasihan sangat. </div><div><br></div><div>Semalam rupanya Syafiq ditakdirkan kembali kepada Penciptanya. Mudah dia pergi mengadap Ilahi. Lepas breakfast, nak rehat. Tiba-tiba dia batuk, dan itulah saat akhir dia. </div><div><br></div><div>Sangat mudah untuk mu, nak.... Kasihan ibu tak dapat nak kata apa-apa untuk kamu. Tapi perjalanan ibu dengan kamu indah kan? Setahun ibu disisi temankan kamu. Akhirnya kamu pun hanya dengan dia. Alahai nak...... Tabah sungguh ibu kamu. </div><div><br></div><div>Lepas ni kalau aunty buat butter cookies mesti teringat kat Syafiq. Nak-nak pula kalau ada yang nak gambar teddy. Itulah favourite kamu. Setiap tahun. Without fail. </div><div><br></div><div>Syafiq sekarang dah tenang disisi Allah swt. Dah tak sakit lagi.. </div><div><br></div><div>Doa kami untuk kamu.</div><div>Al-fatihah </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-25520504379981998292015-08-12T09:16:00.001+08:002015-08-12T09:16:23.171+08:00OpisDah lama tak sebut perkataan "opis". <div><br></div><div>So when mak called this morning and asked my whereabout, i told her;</div><div><br></div><div>"I'm in the office" </div><div><br></div><div>"Hah?! Dah keje?"</div><div><br></div><div>"Tak laaaa.... Kat dapur lerrrrr" </div><div><br></div><div>Hahahahahahaahah</div><div><br></div><div>Gelak besau mak. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Tak pe mak. Takpe.... Gelak ye...</div><div>As-salam. </div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-74086219649091447012015-08-11T17:44:00.001+08:002015-08-11T17:44:52.915+08:00ManyTo share<div>Little effort to type</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Till then. </div><div>As-salam</div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-61872086522740896752015-08-11T09:06:00.001+08:002015-08-11T09:06:26.944+08:00Hari malasMasih bergolek-golek<div>Kalau ayam laku jugak</div><div><br></div><div>Hahahaha</div><div><br></div><div>Pantang tangan pegang handphone</div><div>FB la</div><div>IG la</div><div>Cookie jam la</div><div>"jap lagi-jap lagi"</div><div>Tak sudah-sudah juga</div><div><br></div><div>Meleret aje mata ni</div><div>Kang terlena lagi payah</div><div><br></div><div>Bangunlah!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Ok. Bangunlah ni.... Huwargh..!</div><div>As-salam</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-45689776662380293962015-08-10T20:34:00.001+08:002015-08-10T20:34:29.185+08:00SajakTajuk Malaysia<div>Gila susah nak mengiya apa yang diilhamkan</div><div>Aman ke? </div><div>Damai ke?</div><div>Harmoni?</div><div>Bersatu padu?</div><div><br></div><div>Ayat penyedap tu mungkin.</div><div>Realiti tu jauh lah.</div><div><br></div><div>Tabahlah anak</div><div>Belasah ajela homework awak tu</div><div>Hahahaha</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Tidak seperti dulu. </div><div>As-salam</div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-29609305984947289302015-08-08T11:29:00.001+08:002015-08-08T11:29:12.184+08:00ImaniyaSama cantik <div>Sama padan </div><div>Moga kekal abadi</div><div>Dunia dan syurga</div><div><br></div><div>Doa dari lubuk hati</div><div>Meriah. Gembira. </div><div>Pasti seronok </div><div><br></div><div>Terselit duka ini</div><div><br></div><div>Akur saja mainan dunia</div><div>Pengikat darah tiada erat</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Tahniah. </div><div>As-salam</div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-14860977672540271012015-08-06T09:54:00.001+08:002015-08-06T09:54:34.501+08:00HariSemalam bila tak basuh baju, terang benderang harinya. Terik siap. <div><br></div><div>Hari ni bila basuh dua loads, terangnya macam nak ajak tarik selimut. Siap angin sepoi-sepoi bahasa. </div><div><br></div><div>Towel, I wash you tomorrow. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Bersyukur jua. </div><div>As-salam</div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-85305931422151038542015-07-31T11:09:00.001+08:002015-07-31T11:09:32.785+08:00Demam8am - belum makan ubat<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Kipas nombor 1</span></div><div>Pakai cardigan</div><div>Berbungkus selimut</div><div>Yet sejuk bukan main</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>11am - lepas makan ubat</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Kipas siling nombor 4</span></div><div>Standing fan nombor 3</div><div>Berpeluh basah baju</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Moga Allah berikan kesihatan yang lebih elok. </div><div>As-salam. </div><div><br></div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-69305864218945030072015-07-27T17:49:00.001+08:002015-07-27T17:49:53.978+08:00Hari baruRezekiMu kusyukuri<div>NikmatMu terbaik untuk kami</div><div><br></div><div>Yang elok dan terbaik hanya dariMu </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Syukran. </div><div>As-salam</div>anne rafeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12513736980669522869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16790992.post-70384303058201961812015-07-23T20:37:00.000+08:002015-07-25T20:44:09.289+08:00jumpa uwan<div style="text-align: justify;">
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lepas hantar bebudak pi sekolah, terus gegas ke tanjung malim. rindu giler weh!</div>
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masa awal-awal puasa itu hari, memang asyik teringat kat uwan. terbau-bau bedak dia. terbayang-bayang dia bersembang dengan kita. rasa macam dia ada kat sebelah kita. alahai.. rasa rindu yang sangat-sangat-sangat-sangat!</div>
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tiba aje kat kubur, air mata ni macam automatic turun. ntahlah apa yang sedihnya. sepanjang kat kubur pun, i felt as though she's sitting next beside me and talking to me. sembang-sembang macam kami selalu sembang kat umah dia. sembang macam dah takde hari besok nak sembang. </div>
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rindunya kita kat uwan. </div>
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uwan was 74 when she died. panjang umur uwan. </div>
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kalau uwan masih ada, na bawak uwan duk umah na. uwan boleh ajar na masak lauk best-best. mesti anak na pandai makan makanan kampung. takdelah asik nak masak spageti & nugget. mesti na pandai buat kuih-kuih tradisional. mesti umah kita riuh time raya kan...?</div>
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if only you're still here, beside me...</div>
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as-salam </div>
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