tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25055731690396311932024-03-14T11:38:55.850+08:00We Love While We CanFairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-60680704204469247012015-10-01T15:39:00.000+08:002015-10-01T16:03:43.491+08:00Goodbyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are things in life that we
have no other choices but to say goodbye to. Losing loved ones, is one of the
saddest goodbyes we would ever come across as humans. Some will go insane, get badly
demotivated and even give up their lives out of the devastation. While for the
strong ones, they move on and live with what they have. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Back in the days of my last
moments with both of my late mom and dad, I was in college. I am the last of my
five siblings. It was on a semester break before my third year starts, that my
father took his last breath in front of my sister, my mother and myself. He was
already admitted to the hospital a month earlier and I was taking care of him
at the hospital. At that particular time of the year, my mother was suffering
from a recurring cervical cancer and was undergoing chemo and radiotherapy
treatment. She too, was admitted for her cancer treatment but she was able to
take care of herself, but my father on the other hand, was showing signs that
his time had almost come. He was not able to walk, recognize people or feed
himself. I was practically living in two different hospitals for the entire
month. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My mother finally got discharged
and we were able to take care of my father together at the hospital. The rest
of my siblings were working and they came to visit very often. A few weeks came
by, my father were actually dying and when he left us, we accepted it and we
said goodbye to him with love. On the same day of his passing, my mother was
supposed to be admitted to the hospital again for a follow up treatment.
Hearing the news, the hospital postponed her appointment to a week later, where
I was supposed to start a new semester. Her treatment took about a week, so I
skipped classes in order to keep an eye on her. She was strong, she undergone
the treatment without any complaints, despite the ache and pain, losing her
hair, and giving the condition that she had just lost her husband of almost 50
years thru ups and downs of marriage together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bringing the matter of skipping
classes for a week, there was a lot that I missed. I was not really able to
keep up with the pace, plus my mother was getting worse day after day. My study
throughout the whole semester became a chaos. Months passed by until the
semester ends, there was nothing else in my mind after my last final exam but
to come home and take care of my mother. I came home, only to find out that she
was worse than I thought she was doing, way worse that what I was told of her by
my siblings. They meant for me not to worry much and focus on my study, but I
was truly devastated. A couple of weeks later, she drew her last breath in
front of me and my sister. I let her go with an empty heart and an open mind. There
were no words to describe the feeling for the loss. It was like my future
suddenly turned dark and scary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Few days after her funeral, I
headed back to my campus for my last semester. This time, there were no more
papers to sit, just a long four-month of industrial training to finish. By this
time, I had come to finally realize that I literally have no one. I realized
that this was not a dream. I cried the hardest sorrow out of my chest. My
parents died, and they took a dream of mine away with them. Dream of holding a
bachelor’s degree of my own. I had no one to support me for my study. I had to
grow up, accept the fact and get a job right after graduation. To support the
fact, my previous semester’s examination result came out and I did badly. I was
granted with the Dean’s List (a list of Dean’s Award candidates who scored a
GPA of at least 3.50 and above) every semester before this, but that particular
one that truly challenged me as a student, and as a human, got me off anywhere
near the nomination for the Dean’s Award. However, I didn’t want to give it up
that easily, there is no goodbye to say to education. I tried my hardest and
scored 4.00 GPA for the last semester. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Since my opportunity of
furthering my academic education to a higher level went off, I pursue other kinds
of education where now I am learning to value life as it is. Surprisingly I
learnt that just because one drives a luxury car, lives in a football
field-sized mansion, it doesn’t mean that his heart is filled with satisfaction
and true happiness. It takes a whole lot more than that to acquire the joy of happiness.
I am currently defining happiness by my own terms, not by others’. I have said
the hardest goodbye in life, so there will be no other future goodbyes that I
can’t handle, and I am choosing not to say goodbye to things I have the choice
not to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Recently, my sister who is nine
years older than me, W (not her real name), through a sponsorship program by
her employer, finished a doctorate course, where all of her students will now
call her Dr. W.. Mmmmmm.. Basically she is living my dream. The dream that died
together with my mom and dad. Live well my beloved sister. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Goodbye Mom and Dad. Goodbye
dream. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hello future! Be kind to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-26169748394734248652012-02-08T21:48:00.002+08:002012-02-08T21:51:06.495+08:00Amature Photoshop+ing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvx9nqXWfHI/TzJ9V8IYERI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XWws-pqrImo/s1600/My2%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hvx9nqXWfHI/TzJ9V8IYERI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XWws-pqrImo/s400/My2%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706761493703823634" border="0" /></a>Less than 30 minutes to turn my self into an Avatar cast. What a joke. Thanks Photoshop.FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-65686478999516615702012-02-03T16:14:00.003+08:002012-02-03T16:44:08.390+08:00Haywire - Movie Review<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76nveP2NSak/TyuXZ50mA5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/EBgX8godrG4/s1600/IMAG0074.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76nveP2NSak/TyuXZ50mA5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/EBgX8godrG4/s320/IMAG0074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704819824268805010" border="0" /></a>Haywire. I was quite bored and sleepy at the first ten minutes of the film, but a wave of shock just passed all over me when the action started, and the quality of the stunts by <a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/person/1017729/personmain.jhtml">Gina Carano</a> - the main actress, stole my attention. Not exactly an impressive intro, but it gets better from time to time.<br /><br />The flow of the story can be confusing at times, as the scenes will be transferred to another time frame right before you know it. There was an aggressive flash-back styling happened to be in the film that just got me dizzy a bit, and fortunately, the plot seemed to match and compliment each other by the last quarter.<br /><br />Scenery and cinematography used were really outstanding, where many spectacular backgrounds taken into the film, make gorgeous outfits worn by the main character even better. She (played as Mallory Kane) was really into her acting, and every fight scenes were actually just stunningly done. Beautiful (even with bare skin), tough, and talented. That was what she deserves to be described as.<br /><br />However, the story seems to have less strength in the details of the flow. A lot of improvements in terms of script writing could be done, and some scenes that were not supposed to be there, should just be cut off the timeline.<br /><br />To wrap it up, it was a great movie, and if you do not want to watch it, I would understand that, but as for me, I want to watch it again for the second time, just not sure of the third time.<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-47487289715272733202012-02-01T22:27:00.005+08:002012-02-01T23:14:01.611+08:00The Price of Being Healthy<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lQSYRkddWE/TylPdnp3c_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/-LnNI9nzLsI/s1600/Untitled.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lQSYRkddWE/TylPdnp3c_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/-LnNI9nzLsI/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704177773320827890" border="0" /></a> I was having dinner at a fast food restaurant today. I am currently under a special diet and I avoid those unhealthy food. However since it was my labor day and I was too tired to cook, plus all local restaurants are packed with people then what the heck. I had no other choice.<br /><br />Taking fast food does not mean you can go all unhealthy. At least I chose the least unhealthy food sold there and I switch my carbonated drink to orange juice which cost me <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">EXTRA RM1.40 JUST TO UPGRADE FROM UNHEALTHY DRINK TO A HEALTHY ONE!</span> Well, I paid my due. That was the price of being healthy and so be it. I ate a plate consisted of rice, fried chicken and coleslaw ( I bet you can easily guess which fast food restaurant I was having dinner at ).<br /><br />I felt terrible of breaking my diet. However, I have my <a href="http://welovewhilewecan.blogspot.com/2012/01/dnaechee-health-prducts-writers.html">Limmina Plus Homeopathic detoxification</a> products from <a href="http://www.jutawandnavechee.com.my/"><span style="font-style: italic;">D'Navechee</span></a> to get those toxins I just consumed out of my system. I just have to increase the dosage since its homeopathy style of therapy gives out no side effects even when taken more than prescribed at the packaging, but this is highly not recommended! I did it because I have this great confidence over the product.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">P/S : Now the toilet is going the place where I'll visit the most since I need to excrete those toxins (for the increased detox dosage I consumed)</span><br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-77238128957174956912012-01-30T01:40:00.000+08:002012-01-30T02:45:46.186+08:00My First Car<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wsJlqnx-M/TyWMxXaZ14I/AAAAAAAAAJo/zTFbmeVtR0g/s1600/DSCN2879.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7wsJlqnx-M/TyWMxXaZ14I/AAAAAAAAAJo/zTFbmeVtR0g/s320/DSCN2879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703119282860840834" border="0" /></a>Before...<br /><br />After!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9MIiUaukbU/TyWMqh4eHCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Asds6i8ObJQ/s1600/DSC05769.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9MIiUaukbU/TyWMqh4eHCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Asds6i8ObJQ/s320/DSC05769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703119165412219938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSsFepSHOgg/TyWMkEhZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K8ppxq1dq4g/s1600/DSC05716.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSsFepSHOgg/TyWMkEhZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/K8ppxq1dq4g/s320/DSC05716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703119054451638178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The first photo was taken with its original owner - my sister when it was still hers. The second one was when got it from her, after she decided to upgrade for a better car and let me take over the hire-purchase payment. I did some little significant make-overs to it that improved its look. I waxed it, got it a new sets of bigger and prettier shiny gunmetal colored rims, a little touch on its outer body, new sporty smaller steering (third photo), leather hand rest, new tint for those window glasses, took it to a mechanic for ECU remapping and engine tuning for better performance, cover up those scratches, repair its damaged door (that was my sis's doings) and few other things.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I was enjoying this better look of its for only few months. One day I was back home with all my beloved siblings for Eid, and that was the first time they have ever seen the car's new look. My eldest brother was totally overwhelmed. His wife loved it and they were pushing me to get a new car and let them have it. It was not that easy however. I told them to help me with the deposit to get a new car, and they considered it as a good deal. Well the deposit I mentioned was not much as compared to what I have spent for that Orange Road Monster!<br /><br />Less that two weeks after that, (shazamm!!!!) there goes my new <a href="http://welovewhilewecan.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-currently-working-as-receptionist.html">Saga FLX 1.3 that I called Si Putih</a> (my previous post). Now that I am driving a totally different and better car in many ways, yet I still miss this Orange car that was once mine. To my Jack A** (because the plate nuber starts with JKS), I miss you so much!!<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-91008945476458783232012-01-26T10:17:00.000+08:002012-01-29T17:55:20.672+08:00Read Your Tyre's Basic Specs Peeps!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-luAD1WBVsmM/TyDAzjDK2aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nG4uAvj5pmQ/s1600/tyresize.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-luAD1WBVsmM/TyDAzjDK2aI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nG4uAvj5pmQ/s320/tyresize.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701769120065444258" border="0" /></a> Usually when changing new tyres or rims for our car, we just let our mechanics do the selecting jobs for best tyre size should be installed on our wheels. Why not today, we take part? Basic specs of tyre sizes are actually easy and anyone could do this thing with one eye closed. It might only be a little info about it, but who knows if it can save you from fraud one day?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Just Like the photo, there are three different criteria the we should normally know as a basic general knowledge. However, I have been asking around and most of my friends and families, (especially ladies) have actually no idea about these three simple things. Of course we can always refer back to our car's manuals for the right tyre size, but does it hurt to know what those numbers were really meant for? If we look at any tyres, there will be a series of numbers that goes a little like; 185/60R14, 195/55R15 or 205/40R16.<br /><br /> Now, what are these numbers? The first three digits before the sign "/" are actually the width of your tyre. '185' means your tyre's width is 185mm. How wide the car's tyre should be? That could be our new question to our mechanics. Tyre's width depends on the size of the wheels and the car's kerb weight. If we are using tyre size around manufacturer's/most mechanics' recommendation, I think we should be fine.<br /><br /> The next two digits after the "/" sign indicates the thickness of your tyre from the rim to the ground. Most of us would guess that this next two digits such as '60' means 60mm, after reading the last paragraph, am I correct? Well, we are really wrong people! These numbers like 60, 55 or 40 are in fact the tyre's thickness percentage from its width. Let's take 185/60 for instance; the 60 means that your tyre's thickness is 60% of its 185mm width. Huh! You do the math. How interesting is that?<br /><br /> Moving on, the last two numbers with an 'R' on the front specifies your rim's size. This one is simple. R14 means 14 inches of rim diameters, R15 means 15 inches and so on.<br /><br /> "What if we want to change to bigger sized rims?" and "What size of tyres should we use then?" ; these we can ask to our mechanics or our car's manufacturers. On the contrary, we perhaps can do a little research on our own. Just compare our current/stock tyre size to any size with bigger rims on any <a href="http://www.google.com.my/search?q=tyre+size+calculator&num=10&hl=en&source=lnms&ei=6MQgT-iCB4qzrAfrk7ygCA&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&cd=1&sqi=2&ved=0CC4Q_AUoAA&biw=1366&bih=575">tyre size calculator online</a>. These kinds of applications may help us knowing what are the differences or effects of using different tyre size. I would recommend one application for you and here it is; <a href="http://www.miata.net/garage/tirecalc.html">http://www.miata.net/garage/tirecalc.html</a>.<br /><br /><br />Good Luck!!!<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-85032204512354715662012-01-25T13:50:00.000+08:002012-01-25T14:13:12.109+08:00Lovely Bintang<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phVEtLvL9jk/Tx-ZS0UKtwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C56GoctEiRs/s1600/10052008%2528002%2529.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-phVEtLvL9jk/Tx-ZS0UKtwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/C56GoctEiRs/s320/10052008%2528002%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701444201834264322" border="0" /></a> I love cats, (who doesn't) this little cutie on the left was my last cat and his name was Bintang. I was accepted to further my study in to a local University one day, and that day I left home, was the same day that he was gone. Whether he ran away, kidnapped, killed or anything, that I did never find out. He just disappeared and no one in my family have seen him from that day on.<br /><br /><br />We were close, he used to sleep on my laps, even sometimes beside me in my bed, although we do not spend most of our times together. There were actually two of them born on the same day, but another one - Pelangi, died when she was six months old.<br /><br /> Now, it has been 4 years since I have ever had a cat. Maybe the day will come for me to adopt a new one, and I want him/her to be taken care of very well just like Bintang.<br /><br />P/S: What type of cat is tame, lovely and easy to care?<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-81493307651490176282012-01-23T12:01:00.000+08:002012-01-23T12:18:30.845+08:00Buried Alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlFSxjFi77M/TxzfUVlrQLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oWJD_roUAd8/s1600/DSC00956.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlFSxjFi77M/TxzfUVlrQLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oWJD_roUAd8/s320/DSC00956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700676768829751474" border="0" /></a>It might have been very confusing to have looked at this picture comparing to it's title. Some times would be extremely momentous as we do unexpected things in life without planning them, and it turned out to be a memory that lasts for a whole lifetime. This moment of mine, was taken at Air Papan Beach - Mersing. I was buried alive for the first time and at once, I liked it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I was there with a few friends of mine, hanging out at the beach, living our quality moments together - thinking what our future would be like. Now, all are sorted out and we are now friends from a distant, but this memory of us, I will bury it deep down inside my heart - forever.<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-78858514452477535392012-01-22T16:18:00.000+08:002012-01-23T10:17:56.105+08:00D'NAVECHEE Health Prducts - Writer's Favorite<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdAsYkQrvJc/TxvaOe7kPxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LKg_bskhCwQ/s1600/logo-dnv.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 54px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdAsYkQrvJc/TxvaOe7kPxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LKg_bskhCwQ/s320/logo-dnv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700389695723421458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> There are lots of health care and beauty products out there that might possibly be the very solution of your health problems. D'Navechee is one of the product brands you do not want to miss for this. Based on Homeopathy lined beauty and health care products, it is now a phenomenal where there are only about 12 (or so) beauty and health care Franchisor in Malaysia, and D'Navechee is definitely one of them. It offers great quality products from skin care lines / cosmetics to those nutritious health supplements. Here I would only be glad to write about products, and not the marketing or franchise system offers by the company.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />The interesting and miraculous thing about the products is that it is all based on Homeopathy therapy. For those who have never heard of the term, I believe that it means something like this; food that you consume which will give you health benefits and supposed to help you with your health problems without any side effects. Homeopathy is just like taking normal daily meals, it does not heal you, but just giving you strength and nutrients for your daily lives towards a better health. Back to the products, although you might experience few unusual things after taking the products, these are not considered as side effects, but merely your body's reactions to the new food you consume, which is what they called 'healing crysis' and these are normally just for a short temporary period. Lined next is the product suggested by me.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTDD8n13aOU/TxvLY_JUYDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/POEjAbhKtrA/s1600/d7db6a71983ea8f2388c055a2664a9ed.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTDD8n13aOU/TxvLY_JUYDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/POEjAbhKtrA/s320/d7db6a71983ea8f2388c055a2664a9ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700373383495311410" border="0" /></a>First of all, you need to try this detoxification product that is just spectacular and effective to take care of your digestive system - the most important part that ensures you to absorb nutrients from what you consume. It is called Limmina Plus. Its miracles are actually the abilities to cleanse your intestines which in turn, provides you with other health benefits such as excess-weight loss, strengthened immune system and optimum body excretion (treating constipation well). When your digestive system works well, your body will feel a lot healthier and energetic. The advanced herbal formula in this product is best for you to begin with, before start taking any other products as it ensures your body digestive system to function well where any other products you take after it will be more effective.<br /><br />I am currently trying it for few days now, and the 'healing crysis' I mentioned earlier already hit me just after 6 hours from the first 2 capsules I consumed, where I experienced that I need to go to the toilet a lot to excrete so many times - a heck of a stomach ache. However, it was not that bad like you have taken too many spicy foods where it hurts so much. You will feel the greatness after you excrete all of those toxins out of your body. It has been few days and the aches are actually decreasing and I am starting to feel healthier already, and from what I heard, I do not need to take this product continuously after finishing it - maybe twice a year would be sufficient (even no problems with continuous consuming). Now I just need few more days to complete my detox process and I will be trying another great product from D'Naveche; D'N~HAns which I will be updating about very soon right after I try it.<br /><br />P/S : It is just RM56 for 70 Capsules - Enough for 1 Month supply.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-79174059359796629922012-01-21T21:34:00.000+08:002012-01-21T22:08:47.735+08:00Underworld : The Awakening - Movie Review<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kQwngEcKT0/Txq_T0EVBFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PqnHOGxLook/s1600/IMAG0037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kQwngEcKT0/Txq_T0EVBFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PqnHOGxLook/s400/IMAG0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700078625506002002" border="0" /></a> I was not very excited at first as I have never seen the previous Underworld sequels. Not quite sure why, but I was not moved to watch those. A friend of mine asked me to join him to watch this movie with him. As I mentioned earlier, I was not interested, but considering that he's paying then what the heck.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /> Guest what? I liked it and I even rated it more than that friend of mine I was watching it with - who was a follower of the sequels. <span style="font-weight: bold;">On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it an 8 </span>as he only certifies 6 for it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The flow of the story is just great</span>, not very slow to have you asleep in a cinema, and not too fast as you could not catch your breath trying to catch up with the pace. <span style="font-weight: bold;">The graphic was real and beautifully laid out</span>. For those who plan to watch it in 3D, please do so. I watched in 2D and it was spectacular and I think would be even better in 3D.<br /><br /> The hero, Micheal did not happen to appear much in the movie. Only Selene and her Hybrid daughter, named 'Subject 2' was on screen through the whole movie. To be shortened, I believe that the movie is about <span style="font-weight: bold;">Selene and the rest of other Vampire covens fighting for survival with their new enemy, Mankind</span>. It's us! However, mankind's highest authority is controlled by Lycans - another species which was Vampires' ancient enemy. Now, the Lycans seem to be stronger since they have powers over Mankind. Luckily now it seems that we are not the bad guys! At the end, the fight will continue where Selene and her daughter are looking forward to finding Micheal - the 'father' here; before the Lycans do.<br /><br />That's enough, if I put everything here, then what's the point of watching the real movie. So get going to watch it while it is still on the cinema for showing, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">to watch this is totally a MUST</span>.<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-72929324595368418952012-01-20T14:42:00.000+08:002012-01-20T16:08:29.015+08:00My HTC Chacha Priced @ RM695 Nett.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvAbomUShLA/TxkPBAhhcYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ffiJ_BKZX0k/s1600/HTC-ChaCha.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MvAbomUShLA/TxkPBAhhcYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ffiJ_BKZX0k/s400/HTC-ChaCha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699603313408962946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> I have been aiming to get an HTC smartphone for few weeks before I decided to buy this little baby of mine - HTC Chacha. Not only that it comes with reasonable price, but it is also equipped with sufficient application and features that satisfies my expectations. The phone is not perfect, just as any other smartphones are, but it is the great cute look that made me fall in love with in on the first place.<br /><br />My Chacha is white in color (just like my Proton Saga FLX) and silver finishing on to certain parts of the body compliments it's cuteness. When hold on to palm, it feels so solid and compact. It does not look cheap at all.<br /><br /> In USA, it is known as HTC Status. Main features are the ease of facebook-ing and getting connected to friends online through social sites. Supplied with internal GPS antenna, navigation on this device is great - even a little slow, it still can ensures you to reach your destination.<br /><br /> 5 Megapixel Auto-focus camera with LED flash on the back captures great pictures on the go at any moment I want, while there is a secondary camera on the front for self-capture or mirror function. Another pros for the 5 MP camera is that it shoots (720x480 pixels) @ 30 fps video. In fact, the main camera enables Geo-tagging and face detection that added functions to it to be an interesting smartphone.<br /><br /> It is an HTC, and of course it comes with HTC Sense. Other than that, Flash Supports allows me to view websites like a real computer without much issues, also to view Youtube videos from it. Running with Android 2.3 Gingerbread, many other applications can be downloaded from the Android Market.<br /><br /> Full Multi-touch screen of 2.6 Inches that displays 480 x 320 pixels is superior when it comes to viewing and zooming any documents or data - although might be too small to some people. As for me, the screen size is just enough considering that I need a real QWERTY keypad, not a virtual one. I have problems with most virtual keyboard for smartphones (exception for big-sized tablet screen) where I always misspell whenever I type something - I have fingers of a beast. So, Chacha's keypad really wins my heart over and it even provides me a little space between each characters which make typing such a pleasure. At the front low of its right side, is a dedicated built-in Facebook button for me to update my status, and even shoot photos or videos before straight away posting it online - all less that a minute with the Chacha!<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-71077716026374234742012-01-17T03:44:00.000+08:002012-01-17T06:41:27.562+08:00Photographed By Me ---- Only with a D-SLR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3oTOwue68/TxR_-yN1dnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XjtYgQIeEVc/s1600/Picture%2B079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S3oTOwue68/TxR_-yN1dnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XjtYgQIeEVc/s400/Picture%2B079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698320145138939506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgzdH0KZk1I/TxR_bEbrBBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EtwOOILgYc4/s1600/Picture%2B170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgzdH0KZk1I/TxR_bEbrBBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EtwOOILgYc4/s400/Picture%2B170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698319531553522706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXLrqj1rdJY/TxR--IcsrVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/75zNZA4ykIw/s1600/Picture%2B029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXLrqj1rdJY/TxR--IcsrVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/75zNZA4ykIw/s400/Picture%2B029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698319034415361362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEyvOX9rzJc/TxR-07h12eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qa11e9ESFGw/s1600/KELI%2BHOT.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tEyvOX9rzJc/TxR-07h12eI/AAAAAAAAAFs/qa11e9ESFGw/s400/KELI%2BHOT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698318876328450530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SULUb-WIjkk/TxR-sN26YJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J7qA_BInJPM/s1600/DSC_2435.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SULUb-WIjkk/TxR-sN26YJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/J7qA_BInJPM/s400/DSC_2435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698318726629843090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gecajIajvw/TxR-kRZJI7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bQAzx2-BSWs/s1600/_DSC6288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gecajIajvw/TxR-kRZJI7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bQAzx2-BSWs/s400/_DSC6288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698318590139769778" border="0" /></a><br />P/S: Please leave your comment about these photos. Things to consider - not by a professional, standard D-SLR settings, and I DID NOT even know what a D-S-L-R means back then.<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-23146303843887906392012-01-15T10:02:00.000+08:002012-01-15T10:46:39.253+08:00How to make easy Banana Savoury - Recipe<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CotTDZUgdBw/TxI0jVM2dcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5BQFvLLTlDE/s1600/DSC05981.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CotTDZUgdBw/TxI0jVM2dcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5BQFvLLTlDE/s400/DSC05981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697674260168209858" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Banana savoury is a very authentic dish in Malay culture. Some might consider it a desert, well others will recognize it as a 'tea-time' menu. The banana used here, can be replaced with other things too, like pumpkins and tapioca. However, this one is very typical and for me is the best savoury I have tasted.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">The Recipe:</span></span><br /><br /><ol style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><li>Boil brown sugar with water . *You can adjust the sweetness yourself.</li><li>Once sweetness is set, soak few Pandan leaves into the mixture.</li><li>Add in the banana. *Cut it into pieces first of course!</li><li>Wait for few minutes.</li><li>Pour in coconut milk. *Depend on how thick you like it to be.</li><li>And enjoy your dish.</li></ol>Steps in making this gorgeously delicious, soupy, sweet and creamy dish are very simple.where you do not really need to follow a series of sophisticated procedures like certain other traditional Malay meals. However, few points neglected may ruin its originality and good taste.<br /><br />Some measures for the right banana savoury are:<br /><br /><ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><li>Less is more - on the sugar.</li><li>The part of waiting - after adding in your bananas: If you use well ripen bananas that are soft, do not wait too long, as it will turn into juice! You are supposed to get to eat the bananas here, not drink them :p.</li><li>For certain type of hard-textured banana kind, you probably need to boil them with regular water first.<br /></li><li>You might want to slow down the heat after pouring in the coconut milk. Too hot will get the milk boiled, and the mixture will be oddly formed. (Pecah santan - in Malay)</li></ul>This is a very simple, unchanged authentic way of making a banana savoury. Some people may have developed these steps for improvement, but as to me this is the originality.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">P/S: Not wishing you good luck to try it. It is too easy.</span><br /><br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-1774249691072659642012-01-13T14:27:00.000+08:002012-01-15T01:01:28.635+08:00Reasons Why Men Are Weaker Than Women<div style="text-align: justify;">This is not to side on anyone's but merely to share something that we always forgot when it comes to gender comparison. Men are strong - well at least physically, but what about other aspects? Like emotional reactivity and social stuffs?<br /><br />Well, some would say men are stronger than women, but if there were reasons why men are weaker than women, these would be just it:<br /><br /><ol><li>A woman carries a baby in her womb for 9 months before experiencing a life risking challenge of giving birth, but men only know how to get a woman pregnant.</li><li>A girl's vulnerability is her virginity (herself), but a man's vulnerability is the woman he loves, not his testicles. </li><li>You have seen men fight for honor or glory, but have you seen a woman fight for survival to feed her child? You should, then only you'll know how strong a woman can actually be.</li><li>Women cry because they are willing to show feelings, not because they're weak, but men never cry because they never win the battle between their emotions and a traditional enemy called 'ego'.</li><li>In Islam, men are allowed to marry up to 4 wives - depending on his affordability*, but not women. In fact, they were the ones who should even share husbands, because they are strong. Can a man share his wife with another man? No he cannot. No man will never be that strong.</li></ol>So if you guys out there think you're strong, well think again!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-32146003611638197192012-01-13T10:42:00.000+08:002012-01-13T11:21:29.806+08:00Which one is better - Myvi Vs. Saga ?<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuLLo2UDLes/Tw-b0V4NgdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9tduDcrqzME/s1600/Myvi.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuLLo2UDLes/Tw-b0V4NgdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9tduDcrqzME/s400/Myvi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696943377175380434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >OR</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46zOMCL2DFY/Tw-bvhbHwyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pt0bjGFiOWs/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46zOMCL2DFY/Tw-bvhbHwyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pt0bjGFiOWs/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696943294375248674" border="0" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br />Well, both of these come with different benefits for different types of people with various wants and needs. The similarity is 1.3 Engine equipped by the manufacturer.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" >Space</span><br /></span><br />When it comes to this matter, credits have to be given to Saga as its boot and cabin space are really big for a compact car and this is class-leading for its segment. Myvi offers smaller boot capacity that translate the design to be shorter for the ease of parking.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Performance</span></span><br /><br />Proton actually did a great job in building cars with great handlings with its feature of "Proton Ride & Handling" that make sure the car responses to your every move with stability on hands and the car will go wherever you point it. On the contrary, Myvi stands for a compact car with fun and user friendly features - not a performance car.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >Fuel Consumption</span><br /><br />Myvi seems to be a lot lighter than Saga. So, it clearly gives you more savings on fuel usage. Moreover, DVVT technology equipped by its manufacturer - Perodua, has been proven to be positive in fuel efficiency, even when the car is driven aggressively. Meanwhile, Proton is not well known for its fuel efficiency but only average usage, and that is not really bad. To wrap it up, Saga can be a Fuel Eating Monster if you step greedily on your pedal, but seems to be only a little bit higher fuel consuming than Myvi if you drive the right way - and still Myvi is your better fuel saver.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Suggestion :</span></span><br /><br />1 - If you want a spacious compact car with great performance and superior handling - buy a Saga<br /><br />2- If you want a stylish compact car with just enough space and the right fuel consumption for everybody - buy a Myvi<br /><br /><br />It's your choice!!!<br /></div><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/FAIRUL%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/FAIRUL%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/Users/FAIRUL%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" />FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-32779034231940498242012-01-13T06:38:00.001+08:002012-01-13T06:38:51.000+08:00Dive into the depths of darkness in an elevator<div style="color: rgb(132, 179, 32); font-size: 20px; text-align: left;"> Dive into the depths of darkness in an elevator </div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-47300391963553486122011-12-22T01:26:00.000+08:002012-01-13T10:38:49.820+08:00Review : Sherlock Holmes - A Game of Shadows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eA3VrdvW1Qo/TvIY92n8bbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EBRyu0r14KY/s1600/Photo0126.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eA3VrdvW1Qo/TvIY92n8bbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/EBRyu0r14KY/s400/Photo0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688636730236497330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> My housemate and I were watching Sherlock Holmes 2 - A Game of Shadows, and to me it was remarkable. The flow of the story actually enables you to feel all you need to, towards an enjoyable time in a cinema. That includes fun, funny, impressed, confused, amused, bored, scared, interested, can't wait, greedy, and any other possible mixture of experience no one can ever describe.<br /><br />I was not really in to watching it at first, as I was never a fan, but now I certainly am. It attracted me to watch more and more after each scenes. I actually laughed a lot, and cover my face few times when it turned scary, ( Holmes got hooked by a Giant Fish Hook, hung, and swung there and here for a secret he won't tell ).<br /><br />At the end of it, Holmes entertained me, and I think he did it to everyone in the cinema too. At least half of us were clapping hands after the funny, unforgettable scene ends, which actually concluded the movie.<br /><br />It was really worth it. I give 4 Star out of 5.<br /><br /><a href="http://buzzbaiting.com/">Link Bait Ideas</a><br /><br /><br /> <i><a href="www.buzzbaiting.com">Link Bait</a></i><br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-68537641375403821702011-12-21T18:28:00.000+08:002011-12-21T19:29:22.826+08:00Instrument<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipoU_lYKE64/TvHBLooom6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/nU6EQB2_M34/s1600/Picture%2B170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ipoU_lYKE64/TvHBLooom6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/nU6EQB2_M34/s400/Picture%2B170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688540209976220578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> Back in campus, I was taught on how to play a guitar. Well, maybe not officially, by lecturers or so, but it happened where few seniors of mine are really good guitar players. So I was indirectly getting involved with this eventually.<br /><br /> This was taken by a friend of mine. I was practicing some songs, when he snatched this picture. I did not believe it at first but it turned out so nicely. I am not a good guitar player, but my fingers certainly rock on being a model. LOL.<br /><br />P/S : Special Thanks to Sponge & Colot<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-45504594814987161852011-12-18T23:02:00.000+08:002011-12-19T08:27:19.234+08:00Facebooking? Really?<div style="text-align: justify;">One day I was walking through the yard at my campus, on my way to class, there was this guy and his friend, talking to each other while holding each others' smart phones. I was not sure what they were talking about, as they were walking quite far ahead of me. As I walked faster and reached them, well - not to catch them up but merely to not be late to class, I overheard their words:<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Guy : Hey what the hell??</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Friend : What up?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Guy : Why did you comment my status like that? </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Friend : Well, you certainly have no rights to say that about me. It's not fair.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Guy : I was not really updating about you, at least not directly.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Friend : Okay, then wait for my revengeful status update. You watch out man.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, that was all I heard as our path diverged after that. Is that the trend of lifestyle a social networking should be seen as? Really? What happen if in the future a mother wrote something on your wall, only to ask you to come down to the dining hall for dinner? And what if your teacher commented on your status update to tell you that there is a homework you should download and forward to others? Is this type of conversation real? I think this is safe to say that soon enough we would not have to even talk to our friends, relatives and colleagues . Really?<br /><br />I, as responsible citizen, promise to myself and my nation, that I would never let Facebook and other social networking sites ruined my way of having a good conversation with anybody, unless they are not near.<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-13486577518096366512011-12-17T13:15:00.001+08:002011-12-17T13:28:09.956+08:00My Own Car @ My 20<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BczmL38EYwA/Tuwlgjb9R8I/AAAAAAAAADc/TFVYVgHvPDk/s1600/Photo0082.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BczmL38EYwA/Tuwlgjb9R8I/AAAAAAAAADc/TFVYVgHvPDk/s400/Photo0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686961670660638658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I am currently working as a Receptionist at local resort with a very average pay cheque. Every month, I noticed that my money is not showing enough of where and what I do spend it for. It just happened that I ended up using all of them, but I have actually nothing to say that I have had the money and I spent it all - if you know what I mean. I have my savings, but that is for the future or emergency. I really felt that I needed to do something with my money. I kept thinking about it for a very long time. It went on for months.<br /><br />Last Eid, I was back at home together with my siblings - for the fact that it is the first eid we spend without both our parents who died a year before. All of us always have these strong relationship attached to each other, that we really take care one another. So I asked my brother of what if I buy my own car as i need to have something that shows where my money is spent every single month. He was positive towards the idea and when I was back at work, well perhaps few days after seeing my family back at my hometown, I asked my housemate to go with me to find a salesman for me to buy a car. So we impatiently did. Technically I did.<br /><br />And, Bammmmm!! Less than 2 weeks after that, I got myself a Brand New Saga FLX from Proton - National Car Manufacturer of Malaysia ( photo above ). The car understands me well, give me enough power for my aggressive way of driving, optimum fuel economy and is spacious for my odds and ends. Well now I can say - I am an independent boy, ( not yet 21 to be called a MAN ) who pays for his own car, his own laundry and basic needs.<br /><br />P/S: What did you have at your age of 20?<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-58910139734559646332010-11-05T00:41:00.000+08:002010-11-05T01:03:16.435+08:00Have you ever felt that everything was right?<div style="text-align: justify;">A weird nice feeling came over me tonight. It's a wonderful, yet rare feeling that not everyone gets to be in its engulfment. When you feel that the sky is so beautifully blue, the birds sings unexpectedly pleasant, the air is too fresh to not to breath in, the ground appeals you to step and walk on it, when you never want to care about what has happened or what's going to, and even a tiny blow of the wind can make you feel very good about yourself, then you'll know. You are actually<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">IN LOVE</span></span></span>...<br /><br />Being in love is sometimes hurtful, but when you really find the extract of a little happiness in it, it outnumbered every hardships, suffering and heartbroken you have ever actually felt for loving somebody.<br /><br />Since this blog of mine is about loving, I would be really glad to tell my beloved Lover that <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I LOVE YOU</span></span>. I simply do. And I hope that in any possibilities or chances that it might happen, you feel the same way too. Which I think I know you do. "You're all I need my love, my valentine".<br /><br />I love you for loving me.<br /><br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-84027860151846117282010-11-02T17:39:00.000+08:002010-11-02T17:47:30.023+08:00I can tell that I’m in love.<div align="justify">Exam paper passed this morning, after me and my buddies were struggling quite hard for it. Later, on a somber evening, they were all gone. Some were at hometowns, while the rest were going out, loosening up the tense over the exam questions. But all I was doing was staying alone in my room, waiting for a phone call from someone I really want to hear a voice from. Right, waiting. My friends were hanging out, having fun, but not me, not this time. It was not really ‘me’ who I have known. Previous ‘me’ would never stay alone in an empty house. I would have gone out with some friends, seeking fun, draining all the joys I can find in life and finding things to kill the annoying time with. Trust me, it was just a short while ago. </div><div align="justify"><br />Now I’d rather be spending time alone, waiting for my special one to call me, even when it led me to no where, that my phone was not even ringing. I was laughing at myself, that I look to my phone for so many times, annoyingly often, expecting sounds from it. Who would do that? Every five seconds, I would press a button; that I would be lighted on and there would be a message or missed calls from ‘you know who’. The crazy things I did, I did for so many times in a day. All because you know what. </div><div align="justify"><br />------Now, if ‘you’ are reading this, you would know how dangerously in love I am with you. I know maybe it’s not even something big to be loved by just merely a regular guy like me. But I am outrageously grateful to love somebody like you.<br />I’m in love, and ALWAYS will be.------ </div><div align="justify"><br />P/S </div><div align="justify"><br />Love You Sayang.<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-80837200287098363862010-10-13T23:33:00.000+08:002010-10-13T23:37:22.495+08:00I Love My Grandpa...<div style="text-align: justify;"> Long ago, my late grandmother married someone younger than my late father after my grandfather died, and he died before I was born. Meanwhile, my mother’s parents died even long before that. So, the only grandfather that I have ever had was my young step-grandfather. He was about my late father’s age and there used to be times when I used to call him ‘Uncle‘. He had this Chinese look and was a very decent middle-aged man. He was not my grandfather by blood, but what reminds me a lot about him is that he did never treat me like an outsider, although I was only a step-grandson. He pampered me and kissed me a lot when I was little. Sometimes I hate it when my family tells me that he was not my real grandfather, because he was to me.<br /><br /> As time was trying to grow me up, my late grandmother was getting sick and she died about two years ago. I didn’t have the time to be in her funeral, as it was on my final examination week and that I regret the most up until know. I wanted to be with my grandfather, to lend him my shoulder, but I did not. I was really embarrassed by that, as I should have been there for him. I am truly sorry for neglecting you Grandpa.<br /><br /> Tragically, the story about my grandfather stops there. The last time I even met him was way before my grandmother died. Few months ago, my father died. I have lost a man in my life, an important one. Now, I started to realize the fact that I have lost my grandpa too, the only grandfather I have ever known. I don’t even know where he lives now. I still remember what he said to me, <span style="font-weight: bold;">“I really love you, and I will never forget you, my grandson.” </span>Yes, that was what he said to me. It is still clear in my mind, every words and how it sounded like. I hope he still remember me, as I miss him a lot. One day, I will look for you grandpa, I want to grasp your hands and tell you how much I love you, because you are my one and only GRANDPA.. I love you and I miss you.<br /></div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-87719399146608402992010-09-09T05:03:00.000+08:002010-09-09T05:04:37.446+08:00Loving Someone Like Me, An Apologize For YouI might have been hurting you all these times. But those things I did were never meant so. I dont care of what you think of me, what you said about me, or even how much you hate me. All I care about is how much you LOVE me.. You can ask from me anything. I will leave if you want. To RELEASE you for someone who is better that me would be a great sacrifice for me. I don't wanna stick with you because I love you, but I wanna spend the rest of my short life with you because you love me, and you'll only be happy with someone you love. If someone else can make you happier, I will leave.. All because I love you.. And I REALLY want you to be happy. Even if it means the word 'Us' to be ripped apart.. Then it should be enough for me. Because I love you for free. <br /><br />A Thousand Apologizes For You,<br />The Love of My Life.<br />I Love you.FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2505573169039631193.post-19791392448797790692010-09-05T15:21:00.001+08:002010-09-05T15:53:41.747+08:003 Things I Love About Love1) It keeps our lives fulled with so many colours, beautiful and not.<br />2) It gives us rooms for contemplating our future.<br />3) Westlife:<br /><blockquote>"A simple line can make you laugh or cry"</blockquote><div align="justify">____________________________________________________<br /><br />Why would i love somebody that sometimes does not love me at all?<br />: Because I love without expecting anything in return<br /><br />How can you describe the person you really want to be in love with?<br />: That person should be in love with me first.<br /><br />Between a person who you fall for, and a person who falls for you, which one do you prefer to be in love with?<br />: Of course, that someone who would fall for me.<br /><br />I answered these questions before i was truly being in a love relationship. However, now, all answers to these questions seems to be different. </div>FairulFaizalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877232323329333944noreply@blogger.com1