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One fine day.. Amad: Dad, what is love? Dad: Love? Hurm, love is.. wait, wait. are you in love?! who's the girl that make my boy a grown man now? Come on, tell me! tell me! Amad: Dad please! I'm just curious okay. Nothing more, nothing less. Dad: Haha, okay, that is normal. After all, only people who just suddenly fall in love would understand that curious you have. Amad: Can you  just answer the question Dad? Dad: Come on, I'm just starting to have some fun now. Oh, now I see someone face turn red! (laughing) Amad: Can you stop teasing me Dad? That's not funny okay. Dad: Haha, finally my son is in love! So I guess "Girl is trouble" have caught you right on your face! Amad: Good try Dad, good try. Ahaha.. Dad: Well, love is everything and anything. It's up to you, truly define by the way you see it. Amad: Really? Then how you define it Dad? Dad: It is a life, a blessing, and a cure for restless mind and soul. Amad: That's all? Dad: For ...

How weird life is, isn't it? From day first we were born in this beautiful world, there are just to much need to be learned, understand, and taught. From the first proud step till the last meaningful step, we encounter many different things, we make mistakes, we do stupid things, we enjoy the youth-ages, we found love, we build a family, then we learn to be in joy and pain. Can you see how all of this had successfully created the way you're doing right now? Take a moment, and look back to what have you had in your life. If you being asked, "What is the most precious in your life?" What will be your answer? Sincerely, fzikuz. p/s: my answer would be 'Time'. Now I understand how short 24 hours can be.. ^^

I had a dream one night. I met a man whom I can’t really saw his face or recognized how he looks like. I just knew that’s a man and I absolutely sure he is. I recall that we’re having chats, and it’s a fun one, under a very big, green and shady tree in the middle of green field, out of nowhere. I don’t know what were we talking about in particular, but I remember a question he asked me that time. A Mystery “With the world full of knowledge, which one you think the first one need to be learned?” On the wooden swing, under the shadow of the tree, he suddenly vanished and leaving me alone, still thinking of the right answer for the friendly Mister. Things change, the scenery is fading and miraculously I am awake from my dream with my mind still working with the question, and curiously want to know what would be the answer?

I question myself one day, what is peace? Having everything? Or controlling everything? I believe that peace is love. Love that can be felt in every heart, have no boundaries, have no forces, and it naturally born with us. It makes you feel calm with the way it cease your problems away, the way it lift you up when you fall, the way it makes you cry and release your pain, and the most important is the way it gives you hopes to hang on and to climb for the best of life. So, do you really need money for that? Nope, all you need is got back your humanity, because it’s the beginning of love from the giver that need no reply. I’m a seeker of love, Have no boundaries and not blind, Giving no burden but hopes, Not for suicide, but for a peace of life. Soothing music is a way to understand what love is. Written by fzikuz

‘I have live long enough, but why can I control my anger as the way it should be?’ I didn’t look at him while throwing the question; instead I keep staring as far as my sight can reach out of the blue sea. Though this is the part that I hate most to talk about, but Amad still patiently seated, smiling at my very question. ‘You don’t really need the answer’ he said and I said nothing. It is time to take a vacation ‘Two fresh coconut juice, sir, and do you want anything else?’ ‘No thanks’ I said. Then I saw the waitress moving to a table which just two rows from me, asking politely the customers whom just arrived, waiting for their orders. ‘Hey, what’s in your mind?’ Amad started the conversation after an awkward moment of silent. ‘I don’t know, it hard for me to put it in word”. I exhale hardly like a person who just finished doing some heavy work. The I continued, ‘I love someone, and that someone really is important to me which that someone can even make me cry in my night,...

I was born in a village full of an artistic people. Everyone is the best artist in their field of work. They were known for the best craftsman, the best poetry, the best philosopher, the best musician, and the best singer that world ever known; and among all, singer is the most well-known. I grew up among people that do sing a lot in daily life, even while they're talking, eating, walking, and even in dreaming. I love the look of their faces, full of smile, and they alway live their life to the fullest and filled with happiness. So then it decided, I want to be a singer while I didn't really notice that singing does have sound because my entire life said differently. A song of a deaf I start to learn singing with friends, I heard the 'sound' coming from their mouths, I can  'hear' the rhythm of their lips moving up and down; and I start mimicking its movement and I began enjoying the beautiful 'voices' that I learn. Day after day, I become...

What would it feel to have moments that we can never forget? It is painful or awful or pleasant or maybe become prove that we are still alive? Either we notice or not, passed always sat closely by our side and became a companion while we are chasing passions and happiness, and when we kept the stories of human life wrote continually. Often passed comes with regret, unsatisfied and the lost of hope on present day and later you would think of if times can be undo, how’s perfect life could be. If someone asking how powerful the passed can be, then let the answer be “The passed can be a beginning or the end of life due to hope and despair it give us.” Will you wait for me forever? Forever-Stratovarius

Click the picture for enlargement. It's Not Perfection Its contain an important message to all of you my dear readers. I hope that the values inside this piece of work would help you, in any way it can, so then a better day will be waiting for you and for us. P/S: I'm working on making my writing much better without MS Word. So, please bear with all the wrongs, ^^

On a journey, people said we will meet lot of man, wise in his wisdoms and varied in his perceptions and I found one of them from mine. He knows that I was worried, kind of loss in my way, so he offered me a help. After a long walked, we arrived at a river and the old man said to take a rest first because we need to cross it later. I lifted down my bags, relaxing my shoulders, lean against a big tree while the old man seated right beside me. He asked me about many things, where do I came from, from which family I was born, how old my parents are, why do I take this journey, to where I plan to head for at first, and into whom did I heading for. Feeling curios of this kind of personal matter, I asked him why he wants to know because this could be the first and last we met. “It is indeed not matter to me, but for you, yes it is. I have no interest to know about you in the first place son, but I want to remind you about things that you may forget. I met...

One night, I was sitting at the back of a bus, heading to the town. I was lucky to have a single seat that night, near the window at the left side of the driver. I saw a girl at the right side of mine talking on the phone. Even thought I can’t really hear the conversation but I guess she was talking to her father. I can saw the mist in her eyes at one glance with the help of the road lamp, once the bus pass through. At the same time, a man behind me also was doing the same thing, talking to someone that he love most at that moment. It’s not my intention to hear others talked, but sometime looking or hearing to people around can make us realize how reality actually is. After a few hours, the surrounding getting quit, no more sounds of people chatting and no major movements can be seen. They were all sleeping, only the bus’s engine can be heard and only I, as a passenger, couldn’t yet fall asleep. What does it mean to be important? How should we act t...

The best thing I know is get to know you, learn about your life, and together we laugh.   We become close to each other with time passed by and I never regret to be part of yours. I still remember the day that you willing to share my sadness, my difficulties and bored dumb life’s story; and sincerely said, you touch my heart, the deepest one. So I make a promise to myself that I won’t let you go since you’re the best treasurer I own and the best friend I have.   Years later, I learn about betrayal and its leave me with a big scar in my heart. Afraid of something that I used to admire before, I retreat from world of ‘friend’. I stay hidden in my own world with my own philosophy and new ideology of friends of ‘Touch n’ Go’ . People do change and the history sure easy forgotten. I make new friends and again I put one of them into a special chamber of my heart. Today, lonely fill my entire day and it make me think about something, the impor...

(Aku Budak Kelantan) Kelantan, the way it used to be Previous:  Part 1 History sure brings big impact toward living people who never forget. Always people will talk about patriotism, the right that you hold as a citizen, and the trust that you claim with no hesitation. Talking about picture in big frame by barely looking at the broken frame, and the vanishing color’s tone of the photo; what you think will happen? Kelantanese being related to all kind of violence, fierceness, impatient and the most broken personality through the years of history; which I never understand where the root is coming from. Site by site have been set up on the Net claiming that they understand the problem, and no good came as a result except then new perspective being given to Kelantanese as tribalism. It’s so unfair when you were given no choice to be yourself because you being judge just before you being born. Hatred being spread from generation to generation because of a small fragment of sto...

(Aku Budak Kelantan) I'm proud to be born as Kelantanese, even there are so many skeptical views toward Kelantanese but still, I'll protect the pride no matter what. We have been tech by our decedent to protect our valuable history, spirit of tolerance and unity if one of us ever feels hurt nor pain. It’s been delivered from generation to generation that we're a great worrier, we're the finest fighter and we're the survival of the great misery. Since long ago, the elders always remind us, be gentle toward everyone since we're all like sisters and brothers. No matter what races or places that they came from, help them when we're in needed. We serve for the great community, all of us, no states, no boundaries, and no bloodline history will ever be an excuses on helping each other; because we came from a single parent, because we're all known as human, because that what been teach in our great religious and because I'...

It would be great to stand at the top. You could see everything that not all people could see; and its means so much if you are the one and only pioneer of that height. You feel the breeze that bring you peace, you inhale and exhale the air that nobody knows yet how freshen it is, you’re alone but you feel no lonely, you exploring the new feeling of relaxing, calmness and joyful, wide grins show on your face expressing how grateful to enjoy the satisfaction, the exhausted fading while strength being restored, hatred loss with fight of love the scene created, no more regret and never looked back, the eyes widen enjoying the awesome blue sky without any interfered, stretching the hands and imagine of touching the sky, you are getting closer of ultimate achievement and you won’t feel tired of standing there hours and days because you’re targeting the new aim higher than ever. Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim Wednesday, January 12, 2011 AND *****Think of what should its mean***...

My dear love, I have so many things to tell you since the day we were part from each other . First of all, I really missed you , so much wanted to hear your voice, touch your hand and hug you as tight as I can. I keep dreaming day by day about your presents with smell of the perfume, that I remember, was your favorite ones since the first time I know you. I can’t describe correctly how the perfume fragment actual smell was, even I close my eyes, and imagine each times that I am with you, standing close to you, holding hand, and walk proudly down the streets . It really was a sad moments to rewind back which, once, was my most beautiful, wonderful and valuable memories that I ever created with you, a women with love . The tears couldn’t be hold anymore and there’s nothing I can do also. “Leave me alone! Let me comfort you, my friend!” that all I can say about the tears and me. Now I was all alone, weakly walked through days and weeks passed around. The burden on my shoulders is get...

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily, gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.  Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.  The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said "you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this...

When the great library of Alexandria burned, the story goes, one book was saved. But it was not a valuable book; and so a poor man, who could read a little, bought it for a few coppers.The book wasn't very interesting, but between its pages there was something very interesting indeed. It was a thin strip of vellum on which was written the secret of the "Touchstone"! The touchstone was a small pebble that could turn any common metal into pure gold. The writing explained that it was lying among thousands and thousands of other pebbles that looked exactly like it. But the secret was this: The real stone would feel warm, while ordinary pebbles are cold. So the man sold his few belongings, bought some simple supplies, camped on the seashore, and began testing pebbles. stoneHe knew that if he picked up ordinary pebbles and threw them down again because they were cold, he might pick up the same pebble hundreds of times. So, when he felt one that was cold, he threw it into ...

This is from an old story, back in the '30s, in the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less. A 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" the little boy asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins he had. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing very impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry. As she wiped down the table, there placed neatly beside the empty dish we...

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box. "There are 5  things you need to know," he told the pencil,"Before I send you into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be." "One:You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand." "Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil." "Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you make." "Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside." "And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write." The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart. Now replace the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them ...

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car.  Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box.  Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Quran, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said "With all your money, you give me a Quran?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the Quran. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his ...