<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:02:05.973+08:00</updated><category term='relationships'/><title type='text'>.: Musings of the ugly duckling :.</title><subtitle type='html'>An ugly duckling, struggling hard to live a short life on this whole-wide world..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-8364951706359653159</id><published>2009-11-06T22:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:29:51.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Online Life - My juicy gossips (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Hiya!! Sooo...this would be a continuation of my previous post. Talking about how social networking websites &amp; online life can cause a huge mess in our life sometimes. As I have mentioned in my previous posts about my own dramas, I guess, it won't hurt to share some insights of what I have gone through via the snippets I've came across in some online articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1)Sharing OR Showing off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"They have it all, me- still looking and waiting for my own time to come."&lt;/span&gt; Hmm...sounds familiar? This is what we- the singles would hear ringing constantly in our mind when seeing our circle of friends settle down one after another. And the worst part is...they publish their updates of new lives ON the social networking sites. Oh wait, that's not the worst yet..this one is: PDA and all the  lovey dovey words as status message, and sometimes, even the bedroom story stuff. (ewwww...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My hubby goes for outstation..miss him already"&lt;/span&gt; OR &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh baby..please don't kick mommy's belly too much :p"&lt;/span&gt; ..bla..bla..bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this on after I saw a &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/sex/user-post-dear-friends-you-know-who-you-are-509863/"&gt;post on Yahoo Shine from a girl&lt;/a&gt;, also at the brink of 30 talking about the same thing..And I welcome myself on board to join her. I have spent soo many hours reading almost all of the comments beneath her post, some supporting &amp; agreeing while some others with hate words.&lt;br /&gt;But I respect a comment from "Maya": &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My best friend is single, and when we talk, I don't talk about my guy (unless she asks). She and I had a relationship long before I ever knew him, and I don't want to lose that aspect of my life with her. Frankly, I actually like talking to her about things none related to my day to day life. It's like a breath of fresh air."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and a few other married with kids women who thinks that private lives are to be kept private. No need to publish everything and tell the whole world. Almost every married woman with kids experience the same thing; lovely wedding, nice husband, being pregnant, and so on. And...will you be able to publish the same updates and oh so lovely new things about each kid you will have in the future? Not going to be fair if you are so proud of your first, and not the 2nd, 3rd, 4th,....(you should get the idea by now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two peoples who are too immersed in love wouldn't care about the world revolving around them because they are in their own world. It's undeniable how they would change from a caring and fun friend to hang out with into someone who would distant themselves from their circle of friends. The no. 1 excuse is always COMMITMENT. One more thing, imagine a couple of lovers or husband &amp; wife, had an argument at home, and shout it out as their status message on the networking site for the world (or their contacts) to see. Ugly sight isn't it? But also, imagine how worried, all (or some of) the contacts would feel when the fight only got worse. If you really want to share your life, we ARE sharing it by viewing all your feelings &amp; heartbreaks you have posted. So, talk to us, respond to our concerns when we ask you about it, let us know and who knows, if we can help?&lt;br /&gt;While..when they are in good terms: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Got laid last night :D"&lt;/span&gt; - Ewww...Uglier I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2)Online relationship: Smooth sailing OR Shipwreck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through one, and I am in another one. I won't talk about the current, but about my past. I found a very interesting article (almost everything is exactly as my case) from "momlogic.com". It was written by a psychologist (Dr Wendy walsh) titled &lt;a href="http://www.momlogic.com/2009/09/dumped_by_an_online_lover.php"&gt;"Dumped by an Online Lover"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caught my attention was how precise these are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You meet a guy online and begin an e-mail exchange that evolves into a phone and text relationship. Photos are exchanged. Intimacies are revealed. Weeks or months may go by as you build up to that first date. You begin to fantasize about your possible lives together. Then it's suddenly over. If you're lucky, you get "the chat," or in worst cases, you are suddenly defriended on Facebook. And when this happens, the feelings are very real and very visceral. Confusing, I know. The guy wasn't even a real-world presence. Yet the feelings of loss were so painful. Like a real breakup, you drag your feet for a week or longer and vow never to enter love's snare again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, psychologically speaking, what's going on here? Let's start with what's NOT going on here. What's not going on here is authentic love. What's not going on here is a relationship. What IS going on here is something psychologists call mutual projections. In an online courtship, you are in love with your own fantasies of what the perfect love-mate is -- that is, your own projections. And he (if he is actually a he) is doing the same thing. It's like you have a blank screen on which to project the perfect sketch of a mate. And it feels real because he plays along just enough to feed your fantasies. In a cyber matchup, you are not in love with him, the real, thinking, breathing, flawed him. You are in love with hope. Hope that this time he could be the one to bring you happiness. And when that hope is taken away, it hurts. It hurts bad. The loss of hope can sometimes hurt even more than the loss of a real-world guy who might not have put the toilet seat down or taken out the trash. Because in a cyber breakup, you've lost the perfect man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? Online love is NOT real, because we are in love with the ideal person our minds are creating. I'm not saying that it will never work out at all, because I have known several real life friends of mine who met their spouses online and are happily married now. What I am trying to say is, the most important thing in online relationship is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;honesty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SvgRcM-WoaI/AAAAAAAAABo/12VVyh7Ozzw/s1600-h/onlinechat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SvgRcM-WoaI/AAAAAAAAABo/12VVyh7Ozzw/s320/onlinechat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402086929247674786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning of the relationship, you NEED to be your true self. And also, don't try to create the ideal or perfect image of your partner that might sound too good to be true. If we have to be very careful in meeting and dating real peoples we can meet in person, online love would require you to be million times more careful. I really recommend reading the above mentioned article, to get more insights as explained by a professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and the MOST IMPORTANT one (or shall I say, the juiciest gossip :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3)The WWW is the perfect playground for Tomcats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen several peoples get hitched from meeting via the world wide web, and also have witnessed how several marriages turned rocky from it as well. The truth is, everyone can be anonymous online. Internet life is so much easier to turn someone from 'zero' into 'hero'. Just by using great catchphrase and few tricks, someone can be fooled into falling in love with such a wonderful guy (or chick) when in the real world he/she is a married guy/woman or an internet playboy/playgirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read horrible stories of how some were tricked into steamy online dating, where they were willing to show 'everything' on cam to the so called boyfriend, and later, been blackmailed for money if they don't want their photos or video leaked on the internet. Also some married men who hide their status and pretend to be a single in their online profile, luring so many single women into falling in love with them while at the same time, abandoning their real life wife or worse, kids. Don't think this doesn't happen the other way round..as there are some married women cheating on their husband the same way. CHEATING! Imagine that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please, be extra careful with your online life. I am saying this based on my own experiences and hmm...I've learnt my lessons, but I am not giving up (yet) to try again. It's just my personal preference, as I am a real-life social introvert, but I consider myself as socializing well in my online world. I am being more careful now, and alhamdulillah, I have met someone who is honest and I can really trust now. Sounds like my 3rd chance (yeah..3rd! My 2nd chance has gone into the drain already. May this one be a true one, and I really hope we will be united in the real world soon enough..amiin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Mr F, please read &amp; review :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-8364951706359653159?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/8364951706359653159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=8364951706359653159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/8364951706359653159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/8364951706359653159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2009/11/online-life-my-juicy-gossips-part-2.html' title='Online Life - My juicy gossips (Part 2)'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SvgRcM-WoaI/AAAAAAAAABo/12VVyh7Ozzw/s72-c/onlinechat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-216844022948714163</id><published>2009-10-20T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:58:09.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My juicy gossips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Think again: Is it "Love" or "Infatuation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little recap of what have been happening these past few months would take me to think again of a few series of my self-reflections. I remember when I spent one whole week hooked up to my pen-pal site talking to a few strangers who later, became a source of my big turning point in life. Now, came to think of it, I wonder whether those past experiences that I've had (wohoo..mostly failures and stupidity I would stress), I honestly don't know which one of those 2 categories would they fit in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF, according to Wikipedia, the oh so famous online encyclopedia that use too frequently *wink*, the word 'Love' means: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my boyfriend"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 'Infatuation' means: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Infatuation is the state of being completely carried away by unreasoned passion or love; addictive love. Usually, one is inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Infatuation is a common emotion characterized by unrealistic expectations of blissful passion without positive relationship growth or development. Infatuation is distinguished by a lack of trust, loyalty, commitment, and reciprocity. In the case of infatuation, there is more often than not an obsessor and an object of desire (generally unattainable).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I admit that my most previous 'episode' was inexplicably the latter. And of course, I have always regret to have fallen into such a phase in life, which is utterly a waste of time and emotion. Not once, but I can say, a few times. Though I am still grateful that they were short-lived. I suddenly remember (roughly) a dialogue in one of the only 2 Korean drama series I've ever followed, Goong (a.k.a Princess Hours), when the Great Queen told the Princess that young age is the age when people often make mistakes, and from those mistakes, they learn about life. So, I've learnt my lesson the hard way, and hmm...it's probably time for me to stop getting involved in looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop now, there's more to come in my series of rants. Just a little cliffhanger, I'd like to address a few issues from my observations, on how having the social networking websites can somehow messing up with our real life. I'm talking about Dramaqueens..ahhaaa...juicy gossips.. :p&lt;br /&gt;Till then, have a nice week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-216844022948714163?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/216844022948714163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=216844022948714163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/216844022948714163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/216844022948714163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-juicy-gossips.html' title='My juicy gossips'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-2519338736441404160</id><published>2009-05-13T14:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:21:27.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love- Present and the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Being faithful - priceless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some articles featured in Yahoo homepage yesterday, and I could feel the devastation of those being cheated on. The wife of a politician in the US, whose battling cancer and a cheating husband. My God, is he heartless? Your wife, who is clinging on to dear life, shared your ups and downs for so many years, mother to your children. I don't have even the slightest bit of respect to such a guy. It's been lingering in my mind for quite some times, to write a note about faithfulness and relationships. I have some experiences myself, of being cheated on. And I know, there are many women out there who have been there too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for any woman who cheats on her husband, I think, that's the biggest mistake they are making. Marriage, to me, is sacred thing.There are so many women out there praying with tears every single day &amp; night for a spouse to love and to be loved by. Cheaters are horrible, and they don't deserve to be respected-well, that's how angry I am, thinking about this issue. They would always say, they deserve a second chance, ok, everyone deserve a second chance, but in other things, not cheating. Another article I found online stated that it runs in their blood, sort of 'inherited' thingy. And how scary is that! They can go on with “Everyone makes a mistake", "nobody's perfect", bla bla bla...gosh!!! Ok, I can go on ranting about this, but I'll stop now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person I love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt; (Matt Nathanson, Come on get higher)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-2519338736441404160?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/2519338736441404160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=2519338736441404160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/2519338736441404160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/2519338736441404160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-present-and-future.html' title='Love- Present and the future'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-5138041306024885488</id><published>2009-04-29T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:44:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Whoa!!! It's almost May of 2009, and I haven't been here for sooooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been well these past few days, so, just stayed at home, being lazy. I am overwhelmed to see some visitors on the map,thanks for stopping by. Don't know if any really do read my whole lot of ramblings here :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the red alert about swine flu lately that's been keeping everyone worried. Imagine, not enough with the deadly bird's flu, now, SWINE FLU?!? (well, not that I ever eat anything associated to pig) What's happening to the world??? Imagine if it's going to turn into Cow's flu or whatsoever? What are we going  to eat? Aiyooo...how troublesome is that. I cannot imagine every human being on earth becoming a vegetarian.Na'uzubillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember back when I was in my undergrad years, learning Virology, how dangerous it is when an illness is associated with virus. Compared to bacteria, virus is a very simple microorganism consisting only a sheath of protein coat and genetic material, either DNA or RNA. And it is the most easily mutated.So, be careful everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 5 months has past. I have my ups and downs,and I think, it will stay that way all the time. I am never good at coping with stress. And if I am really in my depressed mode, the obvious thing that would happen is puking, few times everyday. And the outcome- an easy weight loss. And yesterday, I was hit by an idea of writing a poem, funny, because poem is not my cup of tea actually. I was thinking if it could ever somehow be turned into a song, hopefully to be performed by Maroon 5, hahaha..I love Adam Levine so much!! haha..talking about gorgeous hunks, my no. 1 favourite will always be the cool Keanu Reeves, then Matt Dallas (Kyle XY), and Eric Mabius from ugly Betty, awwww....I love his enchanting blue eyes so much. Which connects to the song by Donna Lewis ('I love you always forever' played repeatedly on my music playlist: "you've got the most unbelievable blue eyes I've ever seen") And not to forget, my favourite hero from my favourite Merlin TV show- the charming Prince Arthur- Bradley James. Oh please...I really hope that the 2nd season will bring him closer to Gwen, with some lover dovey scenes. Muahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don’t give up on me..please&lt;br /&gt;I just need some time alone&lt;br /&gt;For some straightening of the clutters in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine my life without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve hurt you so much&lt;br /&gt;And for everything I did,&lt;br /&gt;I know I don’t deserve another chance&lt;br /&gt;I’ve hurt myself too, from hurting you&lt;br /&gt;To see you patiently waiting for me this long&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless from the love you’ve given me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t ever want to lose you to anyone else&lt;br /&gt;I want you, I need you &lt;br /&gt;For myself alone&lt;br /&gt;I am my selfish self when it comes to loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the strength to stand&lt;br /&gt;For the courage to battle my pride&lt;br /&gt;To bring you completely into my life&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t give up on me&lt;br /&gt;I know this is too much of a request&lt;br /&gt;Please give me some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you and me&lt;br /&gt;The day will come&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Forever, you are mine&lt;br /&gt;And our loves are for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-5138041306024885488?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/5138041306024885488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=5138041306024885488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/5138041306024885488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/5138041306024885488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-7178137052635346940</id><published>2008-12-31T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:19:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2008</title><content type='html'>It's 6 more hours to midnight, which means, another 6 hours left of 2008. Looking back, there has been so many things happening this year, which made me laugh as much as I cry. OK, maybe I didn't cry too much, but laugh more than crying. But I remember several times when my world collapsed and my heart was ripping. When tears coming out of your eyes, you would feel better after the last one drops out of your eyes. But when your heart is crying, you won't see anything coming out, but it is drying your soul out like the drought hits the beautiful savanna. (Better watch National Geographic to know what exactly happen there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for the meaning of my existence. I don't know if by just being myself, have I ever touched anyone's heart, in a good way, and if ever it was in a bad way, please forgive me, for all my shortcomings. I am not trying to be perfect, as perfect is overrated. But I do want to be a good person, at least in the God's vision, and to at least start loving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals..among all I have,what have I achieved this year? I think,none of the most important ones. If I list it all out like Bridget Jones, hmm...I'm certain it will keep changing every minutes. But I think, I was born as a fighter. I fought to live before I was born, I fought to be where I have been, I have fought for everything. Even if I have lost many battles, I'm still here, and still being alive is the biggest battle that I have won,Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hijri New Year was 2 days ago, and tomorrow is a new day for a new year. Hopefully tomorrow and beyond will bring so much more success &amp; happiness for me and everyone. Have a blessed life and may we grow to be a better person than we have been this year. Goodbye 2008...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-7178137052635346940?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/7178137052635346940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=7178137052635346940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/7178137052635346940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/7178137052635346940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bye-2008.html' title='Good bye 2008'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-852159162159438177</id><published>2008-12-24T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:04:03.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>This morning, in Flyfm's Fix-it was about a girl, who summoned up her courage to propose to a guy she loves, got rejected, she laughed and hung-up the phone. Well, I've been there,done that and I know very well how it wasn't really a laugh. Ben &amp;amp; Nadia called her back,asking if she's ok, and from the sound of it, I knew she's not going to be ok for a long time. So, if I ever get to meet her, the one thing I'd like to say is, "Welcome to the club, let's go to my secluded big,white,cold room. i think,your red flakes are there too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember posting on my Friendster's blog, a snippet from a book I read, titled "Ku pinang Engkau Dengan Hamdalah" about proposal from women. I'm too lazy to translate it in English, but the writer mentioned that Islam allow woman offering herself to a man who she trusts of having a strong faith and trustworthy to be her husband. It is a part of a way for  self-remonstrance (mujahadah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you're mine,&lt;br /&gt;your soul, your heart, your love are for me alone,&lt;br /&gt;how I wish you'll be mine forever&lt;br /&gt;in this life and the hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you're mine,&lt;br /&gt;I know by then that my prayers are really answered,&lt;br /&gt;when you love me in return, with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the happiest person on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it,it's not complete, but I have no more idea. I'm still inside that room. I'm really really tired of moving on. This time, I want to stay, as long as I could. Call me crazy, but I don't care about anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-852159162159438177?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/852159162159438177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=852159162159438177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/852159162159438177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/852159162159438177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-7609032846827387690</id><published>2008-12-09T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgo women personality</title><content type='html'>This is taken from an e-mail,forwarded by my cousin long ago, which I find that it is ALMOST similar to my own personality.hmm...interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will be similar to Leo woman in appearance. A slim woman who walks with confident and proud. She has an egg shape facial structure, high and round forehead. She likes to look straight as if she is searching. She is not a pretentious type and will always say what she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;You will see Virgo woman walks fast. She will try her best to be perfect, to look perfect and to feel perfect even though there is no such perfection. She is very delicate of what and how she dress. She is bright and easily despair with obstacles. She likes smart guy who will be compatible with her,so if you are a rich dumb guy, you can forget about her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not a very possessive or jealous person for she expect respect from her love one. She does not like a part time lover, or a temporary mate. If she finds her dream man, she will not go away. If she does not like you, she will always keep a certain distant. Act proper and appropriate is her discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not like and can not stand bad languages, cursing words or phrase. She likes a gentleman who open the doors for her. She wants to feel protected and when a man taking care of her, she will feel like a complete woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She memorizes everything about other people and about herself very well. She can really keep secret, you can trust her on this. She likes a refreshing and a mild scent. She is very delicate in maintaining her beauty, so you could see she is seriously picking soap which match and most suit her skin. Do not comments her on this very picky habits, it is her happiness in working full times as a self beautifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not an innocent angle for sometimes she can be as tough as steel. Even she easily despair, she is not the type to cry over it. She is a shy type, so making speech in front of the room can make her nervous even she walks and talks confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only search for true love , not just any love. Her love is an ideal one. She likes to think no one is neater and as effective as her, which can irritate you sometimes for there is no such thing. She likes sweet talk, but she can slip and say something unpredictable and unbearable to you too. When she stops getting mad, she will totally forget what she just said and be an angle again . If you have a date with her , you’d better be there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers and sweet word can calm her down. If you want to say sorry , make it brief and straight forward. Do not drag your apologetic words into a long making it up events, it could lead you to another world war. She likes her man to dress nice and clean. She is good in details especially with money.Do not make she thinks that she is a clown or funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning of knowing her, please try not to glance at other pretty woman so much. Early period of dating her, try not to hold her so much in public, it would not be a proper thing to do. She loves books, stage play and music and likes to criticize about them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism woman is her icon including big and small things in life starting from your hair, your dress , and the way you talk. If you are in love with her, be as almost perfect as your can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-7609032846827387690?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/7609032846827387690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=7609032846827387690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/7609032846827387690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/7609032846827387690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/12/virgo-women-personality-heyits-me-p.html' title='Virgo women personality'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-4792766776244628260</id><published>2008-11-28T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:41:47.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>Ever imagine yourself sitting in a secluded corner of a huge, cold, white room, crying your heart all out, watching pieces of red flakers (which is your heart) shattered all over the room on the floor. You've worked so hard picking up each and every piece of it, trying to mend it to be whole again. I did, many, many times, and today, it happen again, and this time, I don't think I'll be picking any of those pieces anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried so hard to believe in your prayers? You repeat it over and over again like a chant, until sometimes, you fell asleep reciting it. I did, with all my heart, I believed and wanting to keep believing it. Just when you think your prayers were answered, you are, losing it again. I  don't need a reason to be angry with God, even how ill, very very ill my fate is. But now, I guess, I shouldn't say that specific prayer anymore, because here I am, broken again, after believing in it was answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here, in my huge, cold, white room, looking at the red flakes of my heart, which I am certain, at this point of time, I am not going to mend them anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-4792766776244628260?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/4792766776244628260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=4792766776244628260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/4792766776244628260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/4792766776244628260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-6652086396918798777</id><published>2008-11-21T16:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:27:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long week..</title><content type='html'>The title explains itself. Last week, I went to Pahang, about 4 hours drive from Shah Alam, with a bus fuul of postgrad student of my faculty. We had a great time there, a programme with secondary school students, and I think, this is my first time becoming a facilitator in such programme. I only used to be so during my school years, and matriculation, never during my undergrad and postgrad. There are some shortcomings, but its understandable, for a school in rural area. So, we tried to make the best of everything available. Two days there, on Wed &amp;amp; Thu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SSZwbRDmZ3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/jNdOYk99T4Q/s1600-h/DSC03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way back to Shah Alam, the bus broke down all of a sudden and its kinda scary, being in the middle of nowhere, dark, quiet and isolated. Good enough that the university has a lot of branch campusses, in almost every state.So, one that's exactly in our radius there lent us a bus, but we still had to wait an hour for it to fetch us. Upon arrival at the main campus, again, we had to wait to go home, the security personnel locked the gate of the resident college where we all parked our cars. I arrived home very late, alone, and that was my first time too. Hopped into bed at 3 am..imagine how exhausted I was..&lt;br /&gt;Before going there, I downloaded an antivirus trial software,the latest version, in a hope that if it works well, I may want to buy one. And unfortunately, I found my computer to be a big mess on Friday, upon returning from the trip. Couldn't get connected to the internet and it really drove me nuts! So, after some advice from a few computer shops I went to, they all asked me to format the computer to prevent further damage. So, as I was so broke, I tried, for the very first time, formatting my beloved laptop, with a great fear in my heart and loads of prayers that it will go on smoothly. I have all the things needed, OS and drivers CDs, and alhamdulillah, it turned out well. So, prior to tranferring all my works back into the computer, I HAD to buy the antivirus software,as I am pretty sure, the mess was from the many malicious things nesting inside her. That's when I bought Kapersky Internet Security 2009, with the hope that he will guard my precious baby to the fullest.Hope its worth buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bookstore trips made a progress I think,rather than just 1 in 3 months, I had several trips on October alone, and I loved them. First, MPH book festival at the SACC Mall, Kinokuniya KLCC,Borders Time Square, MPH Subang Parade, and last weekend, MPH Giant Section 13. There, I found a used book stall, but nothing interesting, most were very old novels of the 80s and 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I'm still in search of my happiness, never stop praying. Now, doing labworks again, after the pre-viva session, my boss asked me to repeat the characterisation, because the graph was too good to be true. Odd isn't it? Of course it should, I stayed in my lab until late at night alone, in this empty building. Something strange about this faculty-nobody stays to work after office hour,you'll find the building extremely quiet after 7 pm, which was a culture shock for me when I first stepped in here. I used to spend 24 hours in the lab, eating and sleeping, can literally say that it was my 2nd home in my undergrad years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the rantings.I need to eat, I'm starrrrvvinnnggg....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-6652086396918798777?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/6652086396918798777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=6652086396918798777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/6652086396918798777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/6652086396918798777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-week.html' title='Long week..'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-5056099088350329673</id><published>2008-10-28T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:09:15.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inviting happiness into your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too much hought lingered through my mind that I kept waking up several times last night. Heavy thinking, and it messed up with my nightly sleep.I hope I won't get grumpy today, a mug of coffee is in my system now, hopefully,enough to wake up my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be tough, I have important things to tend to but ugh...I really really really want to be happy..(yeah, I repeat the word three times purposely).You wanna know why? I watched Oprah on Hallmark a couple of weeks ago.That night was the Book Club night, and she discussed about Elizabeth Gilbert's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylove.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" (I adore the cover of that book..Credits to Green Wellies from Flickr for the image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SQZ-3oiKECI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d9aXP4b4xEU/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262032708867592226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SQZ-3oiKECI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d9aXP4b4xEU/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been eyeing that book for a long time during my occasional (like once in 3 month? because I was so busy :P) visits to MPH and Borders. If you look at her face, she's glowing with happiness, finally, after her long search of it. The book is inspiring as Elizabeth takes us to Italy, India and Indonesia as she searches for the true meaning of her existance and discover herself in each of those places. At the end of her journey, she finally found love, when she least expected it. (Ahh..I heard everyone telling me that..it better works!!) So, the 3 times really was her idea that on every beginning of the day, start by writing in your journal or diary the things that you really really really want to achieve that day. Because the 3 times wanting it makes you feel more motivated. Hmm..I'm not good at giving book review, but this is my best effort (you can laugh at my silly attempt,I don't mind..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,again, I really really really want to be happy and successful in my life and I really really really hope I can share it with someone I love (only God knows where he is, and I wish he will find me here, someday, soon enough..I am waiting for you with all my heart and love..Mr Whoever You Are. In order to have love, I am moving forward now, and start loving myself. Only by loving yourself you will find love. Allah created us with love. Find love in Him, confide in God when you have no one to listen to you, He will always listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the 3 times really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-5056099088350329673?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/5056099088350329673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=5056099088350329673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/5056099088350329673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/5056099088350329673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/10/inviting-happiness-into-your-life.html' title='Inviting happiness into your life'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SQZ-3oiKECI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d9aXP4b4xEU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-5334920367753683775</id><published>2008-10-07T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:09:24.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya!! uhm...been a while and I'm still in this miserable mood,yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan has gone and it's Syawal now. Perhaps, it's not too late to wish everyone happy holiday &amp;amp; Eid Mubarak! Please forgive me, all my shortcomings and bad deeds, and I hope that may we all be blessed by the Almighty this Syawal and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not feeling well, got a cold from my uncle back when we were in my mom's hometown.I magine driving for 9 hours with cold, runny nose, and chill..huh..plus all those sob songs coming out from my MP3 modulator on the radio. I had a lot of heavy thoughts in my mind those 9 hours. And still, Daniel Bedingfield's 'If you're not the one' maintained to stay in this very secluded spot in my heart for 4 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never know what the future brings &lt;em&gt;(of course, nobody knows how our future will be like, but we have always hope foe the best didn't we?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I know you are here with me now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll make it through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed? (&lt;em&gt;I used to cry myself out every night while waiting for sleep to take me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife? (&lt;em&gt;I have had this kind of dreams several times, felt real, i was really happy in them&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why you're so far away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I know that this much is true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll make it through &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I love you all my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;(this is the most touching parts, the one I die with, it is very devastating to live your life alone, dying alone etc. And yes, when you pray hard to share your life and start a family with someone and suddenly, everything was taken away from you, it is very very devastating. I know that my life has never been great, and I don't know if it will ever be.But even how miserable my life is, there are some beautiful, shiny days that I wish I have someone to share it with.Even if someday, I can only afford to live in a small hut, cooking some very simple, not so decent nor lavish meals, I do hope I can cook them for someone with all my heart,with lots of love.And that, for me, is the most fulfilling, decent meals I can ever have in this whole world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add more to the misery, try listening to James Blunt's 'Goodbye my lover':&lt;br /&gt;"It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals."&lt;br /&gt;"I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(indeed, it's my dreams you take.They left you all alone, and took away all your dreams. And it hurts a million times more when you know that they are sharing your dreams with someone else. YOUR DREAMS, those were the things you have wished so much to share with them, you told them the things that you want to do to them when the two of you are together someday.That's when you wish you never know them in the very first place. That's when you regret telling them all your dreams.That's when you feel so devastated that you wish you want to run away to the end of the earth and just stay there, where the time stops and you can unwind everything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an interesting website with a lot of articles related to my situation. The author, &lt;a href="http://www.articledashboard.com/myarticles/Chris-Roberts/57924/Relationships/219"&gt;Chris Roberts&lt;/a&gt; seems to understand very well the feelings of broken hearted peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Many people have come through this kind of pain that they feel like they will die from a broken heart. While, many of them get off their grief, some can actually die from a broken heart without them knowing it. Women are at most risk at dying from a broken heart." &lt;em&gt;(sounds familiar? This is his fact to support the idea)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"During the ‘70s, Mayo Clinic medical researchers realized that how people think and feel does correlate to how healthy a person’s heart is and will be. The Mayo Clinic studied more than 170 people that had been suffering from intense sadness and fury can suffer from Sudden Cardiac Death. It meant that people who have a broken heart can die from it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, no wonder that heart breaks does take a toll on someone's health.An easy example is what have happened to myself. I kept losing weight eventhough I eat very well, on time, don't skip meals and yeah...you should believe me when I say I eat a lot! I don't care about carb contents, love fast foods and I've always ordered KFC cheesy wedges with extra cheese and mayo! So, I guess, some reasearch has to be done to my case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, enough said there. I better go now.I have to stop grieving, on my way actually. It is a very slow and painful process, but yeah, I am hoping to feel better with each passing day.Problems never ends, that's the challenges packaged with our life. I have a bigger issue to deal with, my gruesome studies,I really really hope to graduate a.s.a.p. I can't bear the mess any longer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quoting Margo's (where are you beautiful lady?) "Loving life, loving you" (yes, all of you who are generous enough to spend some of your precious time reading my whinings,thanks).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C'est la vie! (credits to &lt;a href="http://medic82.livejournal.com/"&gt;BJ&lt;/a&gt; for translating it to me).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-5334920367753683775?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/5334920367753683775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=5334920367753683775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/5334920367753683775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/5334920367753683775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiya-uhm.html' title=''/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-308406392570181475</id><published>2008-09-04T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:41:42.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I were to have another minute to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;I would use up my first four seconds to say...&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would use my next 11 seconds to say...&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I missed you? Only God knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next eight seconds to say...&lt;br /&gt;Whisper for my name whenever you need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious ten seconds to tell you that...&lt;br /&gt;I will always be around with you no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only need fourteen seconds to say that...&lt;br /&gt;If you felt lonely, try to imagine as if I was sitting beside you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ten seconds to whisper to your ear that...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be with you in my life forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last three seconds to confess to you that...&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not mine, extracted from somewhere which I couldn't remember,but I've kept it in my laptop since early of 2007.Love the sweet words so much! Touched my heart..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-308406392570181475?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/308406392570181475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=308406392570181475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/308406392570181475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/308406392570181475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-minute.html' title='One minute'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-4839128780439416148</id><published>2008-08-29T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:43:52.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;delayed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Sunday, I had a chance to take my mom and sisters to Midvalley Megamall. I left them to do some grocery shopping and went straight to my favourite spot, MPH bookstore. Not that I’m a nerd or bookworm, but I can spend hours in bookstore and sometimes, lost track of time..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caught sight of some references and found a secluded spot there and read some. Only then I realized that I am starting to have a fever..ahh..then, looking at couples, holding hands and some of them have baby in stroller, what a beautiful sight. To have someone love you so much and sharing the same interest, how I wish I can have that too. I know I am such an introvert, as I really enjoy solitude so much. Then, I went out of MPH for a while, that’s where I feel like Teddy Geiger’s song, “if I could dim the light in a mall and create a mood, I would”. I stood there at the center of the court, alone, looking at a huge crowd of people, and I started to hear nothing, like it is an ultimate silence, and I can feel like I am the only person there, at that moment, and it was so cold, so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started thinking, up until now, what if I am meant to be here, in this world, alone, for the rest of my life? The previous night’s discussion when my cousins and I hung out suddenly rang in my mind. And I sat there, wondering again, what should I do with my life now? I am scared to plan for anything now, as each time I had one, it would always shattered and I was left with nothing, had to start anew from scratch, over and over again. And that, really.. really hurt soooo much. That’s when I decided, to just leave everything and just go on with the flow of my life. Wherever it may take me, I’ll leave everything to God now. I don’t know what else to do, what else I can work on with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-4839128780439416148?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/4839128780439416148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=4839128780439416148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/4839128780439416148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/4839128780439416148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/08/lonely-heart.html' title='Lonely heart'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-7618200662505249581</id><published>2008-07-02T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:06:36.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;huh..it's been a loong while since I last scribbled something here..I don't even know if there is anyone reading this. Remember my previous post, when said if I am gone missing, who will look out and find me?..hmm..I can say that there are a few..&lt;br /&gt;I got involved in a nasty car accident, just a kilometre from my house, and...the trauma is still haunting me. Alhamdulillah, I survived the crash without a single scratch, but I fainted a few times, from shocked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218303840096833378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SGsjsd8HT2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GG3qb7xfnQs/s320/X+000.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quite a crowd gathered there, including some bouncers, trying to persuade me to let them tow my poor car..huh..what a scene!! Give me a break laa..I was soo confused and scared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That happened on the 10th of April, exactly 6 days after my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It took me more than a month to get her back, and yeah..she is different now, not like the way she used to be. The engine is noisier, leaking here and there, but, just have to be thankful to Allah, everything is better now. At least, I still have a car. Imagine those who doesn't have any, who had to take a crowded bus (I know how it feels..I've been there loong before I have this tiny car) or..those who can't even walk..there are so many things we have to be thankful for yet, we are still whining for things we don't have.I rode a motorcycle to work that whole month.Haha..a minah rempit after the drift incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am struggling to graduate.I have a BIG issue with school, that the whole faculty knows..I am in a BIG trouble, but I  know, things will be better sooner or later.I am trying my best to keep some faith, try to think positive and put it into actions..in work, in personal matters, in everything..May Allah help me and help us all..amiin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realize, "when the going gets tough, only the tough gets going!"&lt;br /&gt;I knew that phrase from a mural, back when I was in high school. It made me wonder, am I that tough? I hope I am. I hope I will always stay strong, so that no matter what happen, I can still be patient and get going, I can still smile and relax. I have some peoples, giving me their support and strength, and I thank them so much to just be there for me. I love you all and I wish everyone the best things in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5175003230658186648-7618200662505249581?l=farizab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/feeds/7618200662505249581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5175003230658186648&amp;postID=7618200662505249581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/7618200662505249581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5175003230658186648/posts/default/7618200662505249581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farizab.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough..'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03453089140243400950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/R_WZJCR7d8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r68m8v0X92Q/S220/duckling.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SBlSdzqB9OU/SGsjsd8HT2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GG3qb7xfnQs/s72-c/X+000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175003230658186648.post-7970569055260566498</id><published>2008-04-04T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:47:36.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all..I'm NOT in any way connected to Hans Christian Andersen's The Ugly Duckling children fairytale..but somehow,a part of life I'm going through right now is pretty much related, where there is a sense on not belonging to this certain group, isolated and lonely..hahaha..sounds tragic huh? If the Ugly Duckling in that story ended-up being a beautiful swan, I am so not like that. To describe myself, I wear a pair of old, baggy jeans, huge blouse or baju kurung and a BATA slippers that old ladies wear to go to the market, practically everywhere. That would explain the Ugly part, not the duckling. But I think..I don't care what peoples say about me,as long as I'm comfortable with whatever I am wearing.. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But musings and babblings are my specialty *mischievous grin*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm old enough I guess..(if 25 is considered old..I have live for a quarter of a century,alhamdulillah..),to be outspoken enough, discussing about everyday things..not to mention,'mengumpat-ing' a bit every now and then.Bad me..*evil grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love listening to Flyfm, an English national radio, especially the Fix-it every weekday morning. And today's Fix-it featured a girl, asking the DJs to fix her problem with her bf, which I think is too silly to be talk about.Aiyoo..come on lah..her bf is no longer open the door for her, pulling a chair for her and other things she considered 'gentleman' things. I know those are romantic things any typical ladies would expect from their bfs to do, but,d'oh.. (slaps forehead) you have hands &amp;amp; legs to do those things yourself. Couples show their nicest side always when in a relationship. But see if they are married, the true colours will come out and you will see how unromantic and ungentleman they will be. i mean,when you have children etc (p/s: I'm single) , when you have the responsibilities, you tend to care more about children &amp;amp; responsibilities and will have less time to be romantic and gentleman..at least,that's what I've witnessed so far..I do wish to have a romantic &amp;amp; gentleman husband one day,I have been and always will be praying for a 'suami soleh' since I was 19..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After so many things that I have gone through, I think, I am more matured now, in a way of managing my life. Not that I am not matured before..haha..I think,I'm learning to live my life a lot independently? Maybe so..But every now and then, I would always be wondering, if I'm gone missing, will there be anyone looking for me? My family would of course, but others? 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