July 31, 2011
July 30, 2011
Apa beza manusia dan binatang?
Binatang pun tau protect anaknya...tapi manusia hanya tau rogol, dera, bunuh, buang & tuang asid pada darah daging sendiri....
Kejadian ini berlaku di Denali National Park
anak yg berlindung dibawah ibunya ketika diserang seekor serigala
ibunya melindungi anaknya dengan menggonggongnya
tiba2 ibu & anak ini dikelilingi oleh sekumpulan serigala
ibu berusaha keras menghalang serigala mendekati anaknya
air memercik di sana sini ketika serigala cuba menyerang di setiap penjuru
she is struggling hard
adakah ibu itu akan berjaya?
she is fighting for her calf
ibu itu berjaya akhirnya...
semangat keibuan yang telah menyokongnya utk berjaya menyelamatkan anaknya
July 29, 2011
AGE
AGE
When I closed to new ideas and become radical ...
while the new scare me and my mind insists on not accepting ...
AGE
when I become impatient, stubborn and can not talk ...
AGE
my thought when leaving his house and returns without adding anything...
AGE
at most, then worry blame myself for not having had reason to worry ...
AGE
when I think too much about myself and therefore, other, completely forget ...
AGE
when I think of daring and already envision the price I will pay for the act, even insist that the facts contradict me!
AGE
when I have the chance to love and then the heart begins to think:
"Is that worth taking the risk to give me? Will it pay off?"
AGE
when I allow fatigue and discouragement take care of my soul and putme to complain ...
AGING,
Finally, when I stop fighting ...
"Let your body grow old, but never your heart ...."
Dora Saunier
July 28, 2011
Kabus di Rusia
Di bawah ni adalah pemandangan di Vladivostok, Rusia yg dilitupi kabus...Subhanallah...indahnya ciptaan ALLAH
July 27, 2011
Playmates
I know I look grumpy, a little bird told me: Glum puppy dogs find unlikely playmates to cheer them up
By Daily Mail Reporter
When worry is etched on your face, friends can offer a different perspective - even if they can't quite stop you frowning.
These two glum-looking bulldog puppies found some unlikely playmates to entertain them at a studio in Surrey.
Angel Star got close to a chirpy feathered friend, while Prince George showed he was too gentle to let the fur fly with his companions.
Chirpy: Angel Star gets close to a feathered friend
Photographer Mark Taylor, 46, said: 'I had no idea that bulldogs were such good fun.
'I expected them to be rather sedate and ponderous.'
Mr Taylor has an animal assistant who positions the pets but whips them out of the way if any claws come out.
His work with the iconic breed has seen him contacted by major calendar companies in the United States.
He said: 'A calendar company in the USA was keen on me supplying images for their 'Bulldogs & Friends' calendar so I arranged for the pups to come back in three weeks time.
'The dogs were absolute stars and they are extremely characterful and have such lovely natures.'
Paws for thought: Prince George touches base with a kitten
Glum-mates: Prince George (centre) settles down with some unlikely pals
July 26, 2011
makan-makan sebelum Ramadhan
hari ni office sha buat makan2 sempena nak sambut Ramadhan...ye larr pasni pas raya baru nak buat makan2 balik...tu pun blum tentu jadi or not...so semalam last min semua pakat buat list sapa nak bawa apa...akhirnya hasil dr permuafakatan kami berjaya juga sambut makan2 ni..jom layan pics....menunya ialah nasi lemak (my mom), sambal nasi lemak & timun (kak k), mee goreng (k.mala), beehoon goreng (prema), maggi goreng (k.stella), nugget (selvi), ayam goreng (miza), telur goreng (ina), sandwich sardin (fahmi), bengkang (ayu), roti canai mamak (yin fan), yellow waternelon (chor sim), keropok (lili), kek (pn. faridah), kopi o (buatan k.stella) & patangkoi hot dog & sardin (diana)...terliur sesgt...1st round td dah isi half stomach...pasni dok tunggu 2nd round plak...nak kasi kosong sikit stomach tu
tu nampak nasi lemak tu...periuk India mari
roti canai mamak...nyum nyum
mee goreng
patangkoi sardin
hmmm nyummy
yellow watermelon...mmg juicy sgt
dlm proses memenuhkan pinggan
silalah menjamu selera
Four wives
There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.
He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.
He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.
Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.
One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"
Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.
The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.
He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.
Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives
a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.
b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.
c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.
Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.
He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.
He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.
Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.
One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"
Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.
The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.
He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.
Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives
a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.
b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.
c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.
Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.
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