Linda Hassan

I'm reaching 41 now....what a life....I never thot what will i be when I'm reaching 40. Alhamdulillah, Allah Maha Besar, HE gave me a lot eventhough I have to suffer but HE always there for me...I pray that I will be forever a humble slave to Allah, will alwiz appreciate what I earn from this life. I'm blessed with 6 kids. That I never thot that I will have a big family like this. Never ever...I'm happily married eventhough I've been tru the hardship period of our marriage but we managed to overcome it...and now I'm hoping that I'll be a good mother and wife to my family...

Selasa, 13 April aku ke sini semula. Kembali menjadi kelompok warga kerja NSTP setelah meninggalkan hampir 10 tahun. Terlalu lama. Segan pun ada malu pun ada. Tapi Alhamdulillah masih ada yang kenal. Ada wajah2 lama yang ceria menyapa dan aku tersipu2 malu. Hadir semula dalam usia mencecah 41 tahun. Menukar kerjaya dari wartawan menjadi penyunting. Hahaha.... dlm hati takut bagai nak rak...biasa dulu dok tekan keyboard wat story tapi hari ini aku datang sebagai penyunting dan juga kena wat page.....kecut gak... Pada mulanya aku agak janggal nak guna sistem tera ni... tapi sebenarnya kalu kita dah faham step dan command yang digunakan, InsyaAllah akan menjadi mudah. Dan waktu kerja aku juga sudah berubah termasuklah rutin harian dan juga off day aku yang sudah tidak sama macam dulu.. Huhu...sedey ka? Nak kata sedey tu tak la..tapi jiwa jadi haru biru sekejap sebab nak tune time working hours dari jam 4 petang sampai 12 malam....Bila dah beberapa hari di sini, aku mula senang. Urusan a

"It's raining out there!," said the lady in pink dress with sad eyes. "Why! there's nothing wrong with the rain right?" said the lady in red dress. "It's bother me. I feel so sad. I feel so lonely. I feel so hurt!" cried the lady in pink dress. "It break my heart. Like a tear drops falling from my eyes," said the lady in pink dress again with a teary voice. "Don't cry my friend. Don't cry. Let it be. Let it go. Let rain wash it all," said the lady in red dress. "Get up! It's time for you to move on. Don't look back even you have to look back. But never look back for as it may hurt you again. Wake up my friend," said the lady in red dress again and again. As the lady in pink dress sulking in deep hurt, wanting for more from the man he could not claim as her's. Wishing he will see her in different way, indeed with love in his eyes. Indeed with gracious in his tones for she never ask for more. On