Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Mek



Mek is a mother

A mother
who raised
her son
who pains
his mother
who sacrificed for
her son
who saddens
his mother
who cries for
her son
who forgets
his mother
who always thinks of
her son
who easily lets go of
his mother
who patiently waits for
her son

Each and every Hari Raya
For five consecutive years

So please come back my dear friend
Mek is waiting for you

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mused by cekmi @ 12:49 PM  
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Happy Birthday, Cekmi!
Phew!
You are alive.
Single.
Steady.
Thank God.


Lotsa Love.
Bangkok, Thailand

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mused by cekmi @ 9:37 AM  
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Runaway Dream
It is happening this Sunday
He will be on the runaway
The success is on its way
Come what may

So you better scream
Because it is his dream
He is claiming the cream
Getting the best of the gleam


Struggling for some time
Things will be so fine
You’ll say: "It's mine!"
You’ll shine

Masculine Icon, yes do not miss
Get a handphone, and note this
Type PLM 11, sure it is
Send to 32321, get a kiss

Good luck my dear friend, Adel!

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mused by cekmi @ 1:11 PM  
Friday, January 12, 2007
The Antonym of Dying

Shazlee was my ex-student
20-year-old brat
Smart rugby player
Carefree photographer
Funny “IT Manager”

He must be wildly terrified
Live?
Die?
Two classic options
Two natural standard operating procedures

Life is too short
A predictable cliché, isn’t it?
But not for him
Who is struggling for a longer life
Who is hoping for a longer future

I can hardly imagine
How would he go through such pain?
What if life is really too short?
Why did it happen to a young man?
Where have the angels been?
When did God decide it to happen?
I am disturbed

Be stronger Shazlee
Pain?
Suffer?
I am scared too

But do believe in miracles Shazlee
Faith?
Survive?
I am terrified too

We plan
God plans
But He plans better

You will make it through
For there will be a new meaningful life
Waiting for you
InsyaAllah

Fight them Shazlee
It is your self-belief, courage and perseverance
That will conquer those cancers
Not the chemotherapy

Be the Antonym of Dying

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mused by cekmi @ 2:57 PM  
Thursday, October 12, 2006
To Ayah With Love
My Dear Ayah & Late Ma

Dear Ayah,

It has been almost two years after Ma suddenly left us. Until now, I still strongly feel that Ma is still there, completing her duties in the Blessed Land, waiting to come back home any moment, returning to our beautiful house very soon, smiling to us cheerfully, bringing back all the joy to all of us, and returning to you. She seems so alive for me, accompanying me all the time especially when I am alone at home, waking me up every morning, and giving me everyday comfort and strength. However, despite all these wild illusions over her spiritual existence and wishful return, they are apparently illusionary generated by my own crazy imagination, since she would never come back, I know.

Dear Ayah,

Things must have been difficult for you since Ma was not around. It must have been different without her by your side. You must have been lonely, living without someone to care for you, to love you, to listen to your thoughts, to accompany you while having late dinner, to talk to you during hard times, to pamper you, or even to argue with you over your favourite political stuffs. Life without a companion must have been uneasy, I know.

Dear Ayah,

I am really happy with that good news. I am sure I can handle that well. Don’t worry. In fact, I will always be supportive in whatever decisions for our family’s sake. But, you must know that Ma will be always part of me, in my soul, in my blood, in my spirit. No one will be able to replace her, to take her in my heart. She will be there, in my past life, present life, and years to come. I am sure you also feel the same way too, right Ayah? And I think, Ma would also be glad with the news, that she would also want you to live on this life and be happy, I know.

Dear Ayah,

Although some of us may not approve with your decision, it is about time for them to let go of the past and build up a new life with a new person in their lives. They shouldn’t be selfish. They must understand that you must need someone in your life. How could they stop you from being happy? You deserve the happiness that has been emptied for quite some time. They should be more considerate. I am sure they will accept that sooner or later. Things will be fine, I know.

Dear Ayah,

This coming Hari Raya will definitely mark a new beginning in your life, and ours, of course. Things will surely be a lot brighter and more meaningful. The best things will be on their way to your new life. May our family be blessed with good health, good life and good fortunes, here and hereafter. And I will do my best to be a better son for you, and for my new mother.

Selamat Pengantin Baru, Ayah!

Love,
Hilmi

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mused by cekmi @ 12:47 PM  
Monday, September 25, 2006
Jiwa Ku

Jalan yang kita lalui penuh rasa
Ia sinar hidup ku jadi sasa
Mewarnakan hari ku jadi ceria
Indahnya dunia ada teman sejiwa

Dan kerna itu ku mahu berkata

Walau jarak pisah ku dengan mu
Isytihar hati dekat selalu
Selamat berlagu sahabat ku
Esok pasti akan lebih madu
Rembulan jua tersenyum rindu

Selamat Ulangtahun, Jimi.

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mused by cekmi @ 9:11 AM  
Monday, August 28, 2006
Happy Birthday Lunacy!

(thinking of a birthday present?)

Long-lasting Calvin Klein, or
Untouched sandy beach, or
Nutritious Italian spaghetti, or
Azure heart-of-the-ocean diamond, or
Cozy five-star hotel suite, or
Yearning sweet roses

Kak Lun, these are what you are to me, er, figuratively.

Happy Birthday!

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mused by cekmi @ 10:27 AM  
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Sacrificed

I am home, safe and sacrificed.

To all my blogsahabats, though it is kinda late, but considering the continuous, deep meaning of this celebration, and life is more than mere celebration, and everybody needs to be reminded, SELAMAT BERKORBAN (for whatever it implies).

Cheers!

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mused by cekmi @ 5:01 PM  
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