<?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-2408992037116066400</id><updated>2012-01-29T11:07:24.730+08:00</updated><category term='ILLUSTRATIONS'/><category term='BEST QUOTES'/><category term='T-SHIRT DESIGNS'/><category term='CERPEN'/><category term='PERSONAL OPINIONS'/><category term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><category term='BEST LYRICS'/><category term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category term='CHARACTER CONCEPT ARTS'/><category term='JUMAAT 13'/><category term='COLLABORATION COMIC'/><category term='Jurnalisme'/><category term='VAMP PROJECT'/><category term='TRANSLATION'/><category term='OWN QUOTES'/><category term='HOW TO DRAW COMIC'/><category term='MUSIC REVIEWS'/><category term='PUISI'/><category term='GREETING'/><category term='PASSTIME ACTIVITY'/><category term='CINTA TUNGGAL; GENESIS'/><category term='CONCEPT SKETCHES'/><category term='PENTAS REALITI'/><category term='IRRITATED THOUGH FUNNY'/><category term='MY COMICS'/><category term='IPCC'/><category term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><category term='WALK REVIEWS'/><category term='L.I.F.E. Project'/><category term='FROM FANS'/><title type='text'>IN THE MIND OF A COMIC ARTIST</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-2288828070965091564</id><published>2012-01-24T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:20:41.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><title type='text'>BEBASKAN AKU... CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RZe9KqPuP0/Tx5EF4nIYaI/AAAAAAAABko/NIk4B9CZk-4/s1600/bebaskanaku-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RZe9KqPuP0/Tx5EF4nIYaI/AAAAAAAABko/NIk4B9CZk-4/s400/bebaskanaku-blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahukah kau hati kita satu? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Namun aku sudah tidak mahu... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku ingin putus... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tolong lupakan aku. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahukah kau rasamu juga rasaku? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tetapi rasamu menyakitkanku... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku mohon dilupuskan... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tolong lepaskan aku. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan bebani aku lagi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;... dengan dugaanmu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;... dengan khayalanmu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;... dengan perasaanmu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;... dengan egomu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tolong bebaskan aku. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cinta kita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahagianya di khayalan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deritanya di realiti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kita berdua...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sungguh terkecewa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kita bersama...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sangat mengecewakan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selagi aku di fikiranmu, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;aku juga turut memikirkanmu. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tolong lupakan aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tolong lepaskan aku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tolong bebaskan aku... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;dari harapanmu. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanya itu cara kita...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Berpisah sesungguhnya.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-2288828070965091564?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2288828070965091564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=2288828070965091564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/2288828070965091564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/2288828070965091564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2012/01/bebaskan-aku-cinta.html' title='BEBASKAN AKU... CINTA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9RZe9KqPuP0/Tx5EF4nIYaI/AAAAAAAABko/NIk4B9CZk-4/s72-c/bebaskanaku-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-8282380812341431266</id><published>2012-01-23T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:42:14.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012: YEAR OF THE DRAGON</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwCRvhpdArA/TxxJU5vG5pI/AAAAAAAABkc/sH5EwHb4X58/s1600/gongxi2012-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwCRvhpdArA/TxxJU5vG5pI/AAAAAAAABkc/sH5EwHb4X58/s400/gongxi2012-blog.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cheongsam is made from a limited edition stamp by Pos Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;of 'Warisan Tenunan•Legacy of the Loom' &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-8282380812341431266?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8282380812341431266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=8282380812341431266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/8282380812341431266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/8282380812341431266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-year-of-dragon.html' title='2012: YEAR OF THE DRAGON'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwCRvhpdArA/TxxJU5vG5pI/AAAAAAAABkc/sH5EwHb4X58/s72-c/gongxi2012-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7126000951408797921</id><published>2012-01-22T13:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:07:20.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>SODERBERGH: THE RIGHT TIME TO LET GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Everything is feeling really familiar &amp;amp; that's not good. The solution is to tear down my process &amp;amp; rebuild it from scratch. It's not an incremental process. It has to be scorched earth. I have to stop making films &amp;amp; maybe later come at it from a different angle. It would be abnormal to keep going, an insult to the art form."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— said Steven Soderbergh to The Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whvZJLKn3Ck/TxuHwjJhZBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/wwT9HvmrxBU/s1600/soderbergh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whvZJLKn3Ck/TxuHwjJhZBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/wwT9HvmrxBU/s400/soderbergh.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best known for his 'Erin Brokovich', 'Traffic', 'Ocean's Eleven',  'Ocean's Twelve', 'Ocean's Thirteen', 'Full Frontal', 'The Informant!'  &amp;amp; among others, more than 20 movies he has directed. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was at the age of 26 years old that he got his first pride in the International Film Industry as a director through 'Sex, Lies &amp;amp; Videotapes' (1989 film), by winning Palme d'Or award at Cannes Film Festival. While at that similar age, I got my first pride in the Malaysia Comic Industry by becoming sub-editor for a local comic magazine, GEMPAK™ that soon later became one of the Malaysia's best selling magazine in the respective industry. So when he decided to quit his position as one of the best director in the Hollywood film industry—his decision came after 22 years while mine came after 10 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is planning to focus more on his painting while I want to focus more on my comic arts. You might saying, am I bragging over my achievement in the Malaysia Comic Industry by comparing it with the Academy Award's winner? Why Should I?! When all I wanted to do is making a prove that in life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we got stuck up to familiarity, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;art don't prevail in such manner. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe Soderbergh has given so much in his directorial career that he wants to get back to what he enjoys most, painting. Same goes to me! I've done so much for the GEMPAK™ magazine as a sub editor then editor; wrote lots of articles, trained a lot of people for their best, convinced a lot of clients &amp;amp; at the same time able to draw comics; published at least 4 books. Things got to change, if you don't decide early before it's too late—before hurricane strikes your fate, do it on time while you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe most of his fans hoped after filming 'Side Effects' (2013 film), he might changes his mind &amp;amp; directs a few more movies. But I hope he will not do that &amp;amp; keeps on focus on his plan to pursue painting. At my age of 37 years old (this coming 14th February 2012), I feel overly old already because I've done so much to my life, gave up so much of my love line. While he is already 49 years old (a few months older than Brad Pitt) &amp;amp; already a benchmark to the respective career, which is the best time to call it a "CUT!" &amp;amp; moves on to his own favourite "ACTION!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My saying is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why stay firm to something that makes you a hit but unhappy compared by doing something makes you steady but happy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7126000951408797921?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7126000951408797921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whvZJLKn3Ck/TxuHwjJhZBI/AAAAAAAABkQ/wwT9HvmrxBU/s72-c/soderbergh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1875251937350096706</id><published>2012-01-20T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:43:15.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>HATI ADA CINTA (BHG. 02): RINDU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErpBESpj9Po/Txk_DGn8QAI/AAAAAAAABkE/UFQCG2FTfe4/s1600/langitmendung.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErpBESpj9Po/Txk_DGn8QAI/AAAAAAAABkE/UFQCG2FTfe4/s400/langitmendung.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biasanya hari-hari CINTA lalui akan ditemani RINDU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Namun tiba-tiba RINDU itu pergi entah ke mana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CINTA tertanya beginikah rasanya HATI yang sudah tiada? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiada CINTA yang selama ini sangat diingini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CINTA duga akan merintih hiba atas kehilangannya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Namun nyatanya CINTA termenung kebingungan tanpanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bagaimana HATI bisa kehilangan CINTA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adakah HATI berubah mengikut masa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adakah HATI sudah bosan menunggu lama? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adakah HATI sudah bersedia melepaskan CINTA? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biar apa pun keinginan HATI,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CINTA akan tetap ADA dituruti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin CINTA sudah bersedia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;melepaskan HATI yang sudah tiada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;membuka ruang RINDU pada yang ADA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adakah benar CINTA selama ini...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ADA pada RINDU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Refer to:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/01/hati-ada-cinta-bhg-01.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HATI ADA CINTA (BHG. 01) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1875251937350096706?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1875251937350096706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1875251937350096706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1875251937350096706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><title type='text'>Jangan Terlewat Nanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bagaimana mungkin cinta tercapai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bukan hanya impian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dalam sanubari harus cekal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jujur tika bicara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isihati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Murni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Berkilauan bak permata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang bersinar di jiwamu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mengharungi arus penuh liku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uji kesabaranmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingin kau dapatkan erti cinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untuk meniti waktu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kau genggami...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hingga kau rasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mengalirnya di dalam jiwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh Begitu indahnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pelangi yang mengunjung senja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Namun tak seindah cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yang sedar mekar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cuba kau dapatkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jangan engkau menunggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Segala yang diidamkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ada dalam tafsiranmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinta ada di jiwa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sekiranya kau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kenali dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/3tBWxcxJ_Mw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tBWxcxJ_Mw?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3tBWxcxJ_Mw?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1303347569029079645?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1303347569029079645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1303347569029079645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1303347569029079645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1303347569029079645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2012/01/jangan-terlewat-nanti.html' title='Jangan Terlewat Nanti'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1783708202898515326</id><published>2012-01-19T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:07:36.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOW TO DRAW COMIC'/><title type='text'>IT'S HOW I DRAW LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankly speaking, drawing a lot of comics for love story can be a boring trip if you are the type of person who is unfashionable. Even though you have a lot of love inside of you, but drawing love story, beside showing the right emotion, you've got to love fashion too. If not, your love story is considered a boring journey. So I got lucky because there was a trip in my life that I was adorned by the fashion world—from street to couture which has given an advantage to my comic drawing. Now, let me share with you guys how I develop fashion &amp;amp; emotion in my love story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What you wear on your head is how you lift up your confident. Either with our without accessories, bold or with hair, each character cannot simply tolerate the same style. Therefore, it's my job to deliver my character's head-style to define their characteristic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In love, eyes play the biggest role for main characters. To my point of view, people who are in love always have bright eyes in showing how light up they are with life! So, it is important for me to always draw eyes that spark beautifully for each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiling, laughing, talking, sighing or hating can be interpret slightly with your mouth. Be very cautious if you want to draw the figure of your character's mouth, make sure it goes right with their emotional thought. Failed to do so might mislead the readers of their true feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accessories &amp;amp; jeweleries is another part of fashion that may translate how each character define their own uniqueness. As an artist, it's my job to creatively create my own creation of accessories &amp;amp; jeweleries (unless there's famous brand likes to sponsor this comic).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes can be the most headache choice of wardrobe for my characters. I'm not really good with my own wardrobe. Though I have quite a lot of branded clothes in my collection, I usually ended up wearing nothing but t-shirt &amp;amp; jeans (or nothing at home... just kidding!). Seriously, in my experience, I have to push my creativity to an extended limit just to design my character with a perfect clothing... which most of the time ended up considerate than perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know what, drawing love story plays a lot with character's postures &amp;amp; one part of the body that delivers certain aspect of emotion is the hands—how it touches the other character with so much love, how the fingers string to the air or how it caresses the love one—make sure the readers have the right to feel the same with their hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least is the environment. Sometimes to much things in the background will drown the exact emotion of the characters. Therefore, always be very careful of how you blend your characters performance with the background you're about to draw. Don't go overboard! Sometimes, plain is better...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZNbMUvaTPk/Txbxon9DKlI/AAAAAAAABj4/LrovpP6jX6M/s1600/CPP-blog001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZNbMUvaTPk/Txbxon9DKlI/AAAAAAAABj4/LrovpP6jX6M/s400/CPP-blog001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Personally, your own feeling plays a bigger role on how you draw your character. To me, without the right feeling, I can never perform my drawing exactly the way I want it. So I need to have an experience to get the right feeling. Sometimes, I need to be cruel just because I want to experience the feel... the thing we call SACRIFICE — what I mean is read a lot of love stories, listen to a lot of love songs &amp;amp; watch a lot of love movies. ^_^" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1783708202898515326?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1783708202898515326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1783708202898515326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1783708202898515326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1783708202898515326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-how-i-draw-love-story.html' title='IT&apos;S HOW I DRAW LOVE STORY'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZNbMUvaTPk/Txbxon9DKlI/AAAAAAAABj4/LrovpP6jX6M/s72-c/CPP-blog001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-4424156305443988099</id><published>2012-01-17T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:32:12.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><title type='text'>A HEARTBREAKING VOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UavJCX2xw1w/TxV3Oefp9xI/AAAAAAAABjI/3Baf_qGY_6s/s1600/bossmencintaimu-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="357" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UavJCX2xw1w/TxV3Oefp9xI/AAAAAAAABjI/3Baf_qGY_6s/s400/bossmencintaimu-blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought this feeling will last forever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But it doesn't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought you'll be my endless summer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yet there's winter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought we'll stuck together as the bayou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sadly we move on like a flowing river blue. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't even remember you in my rhyme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I need a smile in my charm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's someone new stuck in my mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My feeling's no more like it used to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As my heart in despair to ever loves you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because yesterday I've met a new true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the end, right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of something I wish not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But hope has gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;at a forgettable salon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thus I promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll never be blue again...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This I swear &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll be fine not to amend...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love you like a friend...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swear I promise you then. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxePIxT1FJg/TxKLGPhms5I/AAAAAAAABi8/Vyn21-I-_bY/s1600/idiot006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxePIxT1FJg/TxKLGPhms5I/AAAAAAAABi8/Vyn21-I-_bY/s400/idiot006.jpg" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I just figured, looking at your sheet, that since you sold grass to a uniformed police officer that you must be retarded."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— Omar (Parole Officer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; terjemahkan perkataan &lt;i&gt;idiot&lt;/i&gt; ke Bahasa Melayu, terjemahannya ialah bodoh yakni sama dengan maksud &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt;. Tetapi mengikut kamus Bahasa Inggeris, maksud &lt;i&gt;idiot &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;stupid &lt;/i&gt;memang berbeza. Tetapi dalam kamus saya sendiri, &lt;i&gt;idiot &lt;/i&gt;bermaksud bahlol &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; bermaksud bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKfJWafZSJ8/TxJnNiw7z-I/AAAAAAAABh4/69zbH7F-YAA/s1600/idiot001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKfJWafZSJ8/TxJnNiw7z-I/AAAAAAAABh4/69zbH7F-YAA/s400/idiot001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BODOH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manusia jenis bodoh &lt;b&gt;ni &lt;/b&gt;ialah yang &lt;b&gt;taktau&lt;/b&gt; apa² tentang sesuatu perkara  tetapi beria-ia kata &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;tau&lt;/b&gt;. Niat &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; cuma &lt;b&gt;nak &lt;/b&gt;tunjuk pandai depan  orang lain walau pada hakikatnya memang terang-terang bodoh. Penampilan  &lt;b&gt;diorang ni &lt;/b&gt;nampak macam pandai sebab suka melebih dalam banyak perkara,  atau senang kata ego tinggi, tetapi dalam lebih banyak perkara &lt;b&gt;diorang  ni &lt;/b&gt;memang sangat bodoh. Perumpamaannya kalau &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;dok &lt;/b&gt;tepi curam yang dalam dengan si bodoh &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;takkan &lt;/b&gt;rasa gayat (atau &lt;b&gt;takkan&lt;/b&gt; mengaku  &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; gayat) tapi &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; akan terlambat untuk tahu bahawa niat &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; ialah  untuk tolak &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; jatuh gaung! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5o_ej_DltrA/TxJ_MfLuJwI/AAAAAAAABiA/oDmvW_mgwlU/s1600/idiot002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5o_ej_DltrA/TxJ_MfLuJwI/AAAAAAAABiA/oDmvW_mgwlU/s400/idiot002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Just because you're straight doesn't mean you're homophobic."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— Jeremy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAHLOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Berbeza dengan manusia jenis bahlol &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;diorang &lt;/b&gt;pandai berhidup tetapi sangat lurus bendul &amp;amp; &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; pandai berpura-pura! &lt;b&gt;Nak &lt;/b&gt;kata &lt;b&gt;diorang ni &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;top-scorer&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;kat &lt;/b&gt;sekolah pun &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;juga tapi sekurang-kurangnya apa yang &lt;b&gt;diorang &lt;/b&gt;belajar, &lt;b&gt;diorang &lt;/b&gt;boleh ingat. Tapi satu &lt;b&gt;jer &lt;/b&gt;yang bahaya tentang si bahlol &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; belajar apa yang boleh layan di kepala &lt;b&gt;diorang jer&lt;/b&gt;. Paksalah &lt;b&gt;camner &lt;/b&gt;pun, &lt;b&gt;takkan &lt;/b&gt;dilayannya. Namun dari sudut positif, si bahlol &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt; boleh dikatakan sangat jujur sampai mampu memecah-belahkan perhubungan orang lain dengan kejujurannya &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Camner&lt;/b&gt;? Bahlol &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;bijak simpan rahsia orang lain kecuali untuk kepentingan diri sendiri. Kenapa? Secara psikologinya &lt;b&gt;diorang ni &lt;/b&gt;penyayang tapi &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; sayang mulut!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnflAuSoj9U/TxKH4Q1nLrI/AAAAAAAABik/2BmF-Njb050/s1600/idiot005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnflAuSoj9U/TxKH4Q1nLrI/AAAAAAAABik/2BmF-Njb050/s400/idiot005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You don't tell your parole officer that you just got high."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— Omar (Parole Officer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BODOH MENJENGKELKAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tak&lt;/b&gt; kiralah siapa pun, selagi &lt;b&gt;korang tak &lt;/b&gt;mempelajari sesuatu subjek sampai pandai, jangan memandai &lt;b&gt;nak &lt;/b&gt;mengkritik orang lain yang berkaitan dengan subjek tersebut. Sebagai contoh, kalau sebutan bahasa Inggeris &lt;b&gt;korang &lt;/b&gt;pun &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;betul jangan &lt;b&gt;nak &lt;/b&gt;kritik sebutan nyanyian bahasa Inggeris Dato' CT Nurhaliza &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt; gagal, faham? Sekurang-kurangnya yang terbitkan album dia &lt;b&gt;tu &lt;/b&gt;memang dilahirkan berbahasa Inggeris bukan seperti &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;para pengkritik bodoh. Pada sesiapa yang berkawan dengan si bodoh &lt;b&gt;ni &lt;/b&gt;memang menyedihkan sebab terpaksa melayan kebodohan &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; hingga &lt;b&gt;nak &lt;/b&gt;memperbetulkan pun &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;dapat sebab pendirian bodoh &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvbrEp6JG88/TxKEV0xi1oI/AAAAAAAABiY/JoQw3cYtQg8/s1600/idiot004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tvbrEp6JG88/TxKEV0xi1oI/AAAAAAAABiY/JoQw3cYtQg8/s400/idiot004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAHLOL MENYEDIHKAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperkara tentang manusia bahlol &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;diorang &lt;/b&gt;memang spesis kasihan. Percayalah, &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; bukan jenis manusia yang suka menyakitkan hati sesiapa tetapi kerana penyakit bahlol, sebaik manapun &lt;b&gt;diorang&lt;/b&gt; ada banyak perkara tentang &lt;b&gt;diorang &lt;/b&gt;yang kita &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;boleh ambil hati. Sebagai contoh apabila &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; hendak mengadu tentang sipolan kepada si bahlol &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;, pastikan &lt;b&gt;korang &lt;/b&gt;bersedia untuk penangan sipolan apabila aduan &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; sampai ke pengetahuannya. &lt;b&gt;Yeap&lt;/b&gt;! Bahlol &lt;b&gt;ni &lt;/b&gt;memang jujur tetapi tidak pandai menjaga hati orang lain apabila menuturkan kebenaran. &lt;b&gt;Diorang &lt;/b&gt;tidak berniat untuk mencetuskan peperangan hanya kerana tidak pandai mengawal maklumat... memang &lt;b&gt;sedeyyy&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l8M0YMKUeg/TxKAkBpC1CI/AAAAAAAABiM/Vz9Riq04qpg/s1600/idiot003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l8M0YMKUeg/TxKAkBpC1CI/AAAAAAAABiM/Vz9Riq04qpg/s400/idiot003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAHLOL vs. BODOH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secara logiknya, setiap daripada &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; sebagai manusia memang ada penyakit bahlol. Tetapi penyakit tersebut &lt;b&gt;taklah &lt;/b&gt;begitu ketara kalau &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; sedar akan kebahlolan &lt;b&gt;korang &lt;/b&gt;untuk diperakui &amp;amp; diperbaiki. Yang menjadi bahlolnya &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; apabila &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;sedar betapa bodohnya &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; untuk tidak mengakuinya hingga menjadi jenaka orang. Semakin &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; membiarkan diri &lt;b&gt;korang &lt;/b&gt;diperbodohkan, maka semakin jelaslah betapa bahlolnya &lt;b&gt;korang &lt;/b&gt;di pengetahuan ramai. Bila semua &lt;b&gt;dah &lt;/b&gt;tahu, itu bukan bodoh lagi tapi memang sah &lt;b&gt;dah &lt;/b&gt;bahlol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hP6G5djjGY/TxKK_KyDYVI/AAAAAAAABiw/zfzSKlSlJxU/s1600/idiot007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_hP6G5djjGY/TxKK_KyDYVI/AAAAAAAABiw/zfzSKlSlJxU/s400/idiot007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAHLOL&lt;/b&gt; = &lt;b&gt;BAH&lt;/b&gt;AYA TO&lt;b&gt;LOL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BODOH &lt;/b&gt;= &lt;b&gt;BO&lt;/b&gt;NGOK HO&lt;b&gt;DOH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S: &lt;/b&gt;Kalau &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; marahkan penulis dengan artikel &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt; nyatalah &lt;b&gt;korang &lt;/b&gt;dalam kategori bodoh, tetapi kalau &lt;b&gt;korang tak&lt;/b&gt; faham dengan artikel &lt;b&gt;ni &lt;/b&gt;memang &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; dalam kategori bahlol. Namun jika &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; berdamai dengan artikel &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;i&gt;you know what I mean&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;heh&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;i&gt;*wink*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-3512780855135898830?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3512780855135898830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=3512780855135898830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3512780855135898830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3512780855135898830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-idiot-brother-bahlol-vs-bodoh.html' title='OUR IDIOT BROTHER: BAHLOL vs. BODOH'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxePIxT1FJg/TxKLGPhms5I/AAAAAAAABi8/Vyn21-I-_bY/s72-c/idiot006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5665781046955049342</id><published>2012-01-14T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:24:27.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>BETRAYAL IS 'THE DESCENT'</title><content type='html'>When I first watched 'THE DESCENT' (2005 film), my interpretation is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHPFZ4MqFfQ/TxFgL94j8GI/AAAAAAAABgc/E7oZk5nE4yI/s1600/descent001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHPFZ4MqFfQ/TxFgL94j8GI/AAAAAAAABgc/E7oZk5nE4yI/s400/descent001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When a tragic accident killed Paul &amp;amp; their daughter, Jessica—all that's left for Sarah was the hurting truth that her best friend, Juno had a love affair sexually with her late husband. But she kept the secret to herself, keeping the hurt inside &amp;amp; lied to Juno as if she knew nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XuI3vtD2FQY/TxFlttRFOBI/AAAAAAAABgo/Q5TV0HDYQAw/s1600/descent002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XuI3vtD2FQY/TxFlttRFOBI/AAAAAAAABgo/Q5TV0HDYQAw/s400/descent002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the tragic accident that killed Paul, all Juno ever wanted was to  amend her own mistake for having love affair sexually with the husband  of her best friend, Sarah. So Juno plan on discovering a new cave,  hopefully it can be named after her &amp;amp; Sarah, in a way to  apologize for her mistake of friendship's betrayal. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yet what's done was done, you can't fix what's wrong you've done. But you can at least admit &amp;amp; ask for forgiveness. Just don't drag everyone else into more danger. Why choose the hardest path for an apology when you can simply do it by saying "I'm sorry..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Pm2eRIthPI/TxFm4_CXCbI/AAAAAAAABg0/WahvtU2Qon4/s1600/descent003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Pm2eRIthPI/TxFm4_CXCbI/AAAAAAAABg0/WahvtU2Qon4/s400/descent003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the first story ended showing Sarah succeeded in finding her way out of the haunted cave, leaving everyone dead inside it to be eaten by the creatures that Juno called as 'DEATH' in 'THE DESCENT PART 2' (2009 film).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2AqNflqyaQ/TxFoOAKMJaI/AAAAAAAABhA/LqR5ZPFXob0/s1600/descent004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2AqNflqyaQ/TxFoOAKMJaI/AAAAAAAABhA/LqR5ZPFXob0/s400/descent004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this PART 2 showed the lucky Juno survived the terror inside the haunted cave. But this time around, the guilt was with Sarah who left Juno fought the creatures with one leg injured (by Sarah) during their final journey to escape (in PART 1).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you lie to someone, you thought you can get away from it. Well... if you lie more than once, each of the lie will be an iron bar to build a prison for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pOMlSaUAl2o/TxFyYzP4-tI/AAAAAAAABhM/G0kNxtMf8yI/s1600/descent005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pOMlSaUAl2o/TxFyYzP4-tI/AAAAAAAABhM/G0kNxtMf8yI/s400/descent005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah seemed to have more lies compared to Juno in PART 2. She lied her  way to escape, she lied to save others, she lied to betray Juno, she  even lied her way out of her own misery! She's a liar to herself that  has made her trapped in her own prison.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, Sarah has no way to escape but trapped in her own guilt after discovered proved that Juno is still a best friend she first knew—someone who will do anything for her friends' joyous moment. Yet, Sarah who kept her heart with vengeance always in doubt to tolerate forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vtsL4e6EvSY/TxF1pPtcvVI/AAAAAAAABhY/31-hB7d2Wdc/s1600/descent006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vtsL4e6EvSY/TxF1pPtcvVI/AAAAAAAABhY/31-hB7d2Wdc/s400/descent006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the journey of 'THE DESCENT PART 2' is a journey to amend betrayal so it can become trust again. But, it's not that easy when all around you are DEATH &amp;amp; your route to escape is covered by darkness. Even worse, to avoid DEATH is to be in silence. Therefore helping others is not an option to escape from feeling guilty. There's no time to be afraid, there's no time to envy, there's no time to get emotional, there's only time for you to find your way out &amp;amp; escape.. silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uyyTJwRj1Q/TxF4C3-KNmI/AAAAAAAABhk/DQ13HYhztUU/s1600/descent007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uyyTJwRj1Q/TxF4C3-KNmI/AAAAAAAABhk/DQ13HYhztUU/s400/descent007.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Don't worry, it's just your mind playing tricks on you." said Sarah once to Elen Rios in order to comfort the lady. But in fact, she meant it to remind herself too because she has more fear to herself than any of the terrifying DEATH that is hunting her. Because if she was able to escape from the cave, she would still being end up guilty leaving Juno as bait to the DEATH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Everything you just said, you tell it to her face. We're not dead yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— Sarah Carter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5665781046955049342?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5665781046955049342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5665781046955049342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5665781046955049342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5665781046955049342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2012/01/betrayal-is-descent.html' title='BETRAYAL IS &apos;THE DESCENT&apos;'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHPFZ4MqFfQ/TxFgL94j8GI/AAAAAAAABgc/E7oZk5nE4yI/s72-c/descent001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6934225742561405097</id><published>2012-01-13T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:29:04.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREETING'/><title type='text'>THIS IS HOW I WISH 2012... 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TO YOU'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7931629011300228713</id><published>2011-12-27T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:09:57.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL OPINIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>KORBAN KERANA PENTING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's one thing to think that you're the center of the universe — it's another thing entirely to have this confirmed by an ancient prophecy."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;—Douglas Adams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pernah&lt;b&gt; tak korang&lt;/b&gt; terfikir, sudah cukup pentingkah &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; untuk jadi penting? Atau sudah cukup bertanggung-jawabkah &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; untuk jadi penting? Persoalannya sekarang berapa ramai diantara kita kalau boleh hendak sangat diri terasa penting &amp;amp; bila sudah diberi tanggungjawab &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;, mulalah merungut &lt;b&gt;nta&lt;/b&gt;h apa-apa! Ada yang berangan &lt;b&gt;nak &lt;/b&gt;jadi ketua bahagian, &lt;b&gt;nak&lt;/b&gt; jadi pengerusi syarikat &amp;amp; ada juga yang berangan &lt;b&gt;nak&lt;/b&gt; jadi Yang Dipertuan Agong! Apa sudah pentingkah &lt;b&gt;korang nak&lt;/b&gt; mendabik dada jadi penting kalau definisi jadi penting &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt; pun sendiri &lt;b&gt;korang tak&lt;/b&gt; dapat bertoleransi? Pernah &lt;b&gt;tak korang&lt;/b&gt; terfikir kalau &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; dilahirkan memang terpaksa jadi penting sampai terpaksa mengorbankan kepentingan diri?! Sebagai contoh &lt;b&gt;meh&lt;/b&gt; saya senaraikan beberapa watak filem (&lt;b&gt;feveret&lt;/b&gt; saya!) yang &lt;b&gt;taknak &lt;/b&gt;jadi penting tapi terpaksa &lt;b&gt;gak&lt;/b&gt; jadi &lt;b&gt;camtu&lt;/b&gt;, kalau &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; masa depan umat manusia akan terancam. Semak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRODO BAGGINS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0lfrORM-r8/Tvk3Sv1M6II/AAAAAAAABgA/NC4JQ0Lx1Cg/s1600/imp-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="369" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0lfrORM-r8/Tvk3Sv1M6II/AAAAAAAABgA/NC4JQ0Lx1Cg/s400/imp-05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spesis Hobbit yang &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; dinafikan berperangai lain daripada yang lain. Suka mengembara &amp;amp; menyaksikan dunia luar. Seorang yang berhati baik &amp;amp; tidak pernah membunuh! Dia bertanggung-jawab menyelamatkan Middle-Earth dengan membawa One Ring kepada kemusnahan. Kegagalannya berbuat demikian bakal menyaksikan kejahatan bangkit mengatasi kebaikan, namun jika dia berjaya... dia tidak akan dapat jadi seorang raja atau menguasai Middle-Earth, namun jasanya akan dikenang sampai bila-bila. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RgmLbyRf0o/TvkyCgGZrOI/AAAAAAAABeg/pctjXGFmxfo/s1600/imp-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8RgmLbyRf0o/TvkyCgGZrOI/AAAAAAAABeg/pctjXGFmxfo/s400/imp-001.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di alam tanpa magik, dia hanyalah manusia yang tidak berkepentingan. Namun di dunia magik &lt;b&gt;kat&lt;/b&gt; Hogwart, dia adalah seorang ahli sihir yang sangat penting kerana hanya dia dapat menghapuskan Lord Voldermort! Mahu atau tidak, Harry Potter harus menghadapi takdirnya itu. Mengelak bermaksud mementingkan diri sendiri &amp;amp; melihat dunia di kuasai oleh kejahatan, namun menghadapinya bermaksud dia menempah maut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERCY JACKSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WV8ZGjt2afc/TvkyC7Bd7aI/AAAAAAAABeo/O6DEpXMaJaY/s1600/imp-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WV8ZGjt2afc/TvkyC7Bd7aI/AAAAAAAABeo/O6DEpXMaJaY/s400/imp-002.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia mungkin tidak tahu siapa dia sebenarnya, namun sesudah tahu, kenyataan itu amat payah untuk diterima, apatah lagi kenyataan itu memaksa dirinya untuk menjadi wira. Dengan masalah psikologinya menghidap dyslexia &amp;amp; ADHD, dia harus bertanggung-jawab atas siapa dirinya (anak Poseidon yang berupaya ke atas &lt;i&gt;lightning bolt&lt;/i&gt;) atau umat manusia bakal terancam oleh peperangan para dewa!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;CLARK KENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eF7C7OyH-A/TvkyMJuYDfI/AAAAAAAABfk/pKlT5Fe2680/s1600/imp-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9eF7C7OyH-A/TvkyMJuYDfI/AAAAAAAABfk/pKlT5Fe2680/s400/imp-007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inilah contoh makhluk asing yang ingin hidup seperti manusia biasa namun apapun impiannya itu, dengan kuasa yang ada, ia dikira mustahil! Apabila manusia semakin tamak, kuasa semakin melangkaui kemampuan &amp;amp; semakin banyak kuasa jahat tidak boleh ditangani hanya dengan senjata atau pihak berkuasa (polis/tentera), maka berdiam diri bukanlah sesuatu yang wajar buat dirinya. Mahu atau tidak, untuk menjadi manusia biasa, dia harus menangani semua isu ini sampai... mungkin sampai bila-bila. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SAM WITWICKY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtryP_J9I-s/TvkyL1twk3I/AAAAAAAABfc/mowJr0tmwSY/s1600/imp-006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtryP_J9I-s/TvkyL1twk3I/AAAAAAAABfc/mowJr0tmwSY/s400/imp-006.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt; boleh dikategorikan sebagai &lt;i&gt;'accidental hero'&lt;/i&gt;, wira yang terbentuk akibat terperangkap dalam situasi! Kalau &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;kerana dia beli kereta Bumblebee, mungkin nasibnya lambatlah untuk jadi wira yang terpilih. Namun kalau &lt;b&gt;dah &lt;/b&gt;takdir tetap takdir sebab dia adalah waris kepada Archibald Witwicky, penjelajah Artik yang bertanggung-jawab mengaktifkan INS (Inertial Navigation System) Megatron &amp;amp; merekodkan kedudukan All Spark di bumi! Kedatangan Transformers di era Sam Witwicky untuk meraih All Spark menjadikannya waris yang dipertanggungjawabkan jadi &lt;i&gt;'tour guide'&lt;/i&gt; buat robot-robot tersebut... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AURORA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWPV5f1wBF8/TvkzOuQpbpI/AAAAAAAABf0/Wydjtj7X_TE/s1600/imp-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWPV5f1wBF8/TvkzOuQpbpI/AAAAAAAABf0/Wydjtj7X_TE/s400/imp-008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sejak berusia 2 tahun dia sudah fasih bercakap dalam 19 jenis bahasa, boleh tahu banyak perkara yang tidak pernah diterokainya &amp;amp; paling penting... dia punca ramai orang saling berbunuhan. Rupa-rupanya rahim dia ada mengandungkan sesuatu yang sangat penting buat ajaran sesat, Neolites; kembar dengan kebijaksanaan yang supernatural! Neolites percaya dengan kejayaan menjadikan Aurora bahan eksperimen dengan menelan sejenis pil hingga mampu mengandungkan anak kembar&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;super-bijaksana, ramai akan menganut agama Neolites. Namun mangsanya... Aurora. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;PHAEDRA &amp;amp; THESEUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3yH8sREjEQ/TvkyENKWqJI/AAAAAAAABfE/4A76bv59jLU/s1600/imp-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q3yH8sREjEQ/TvkyENKWqJI/AAAAAAAABfE/4A76bv59jLU/s400/imp-004.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phaedra (the Oracle) boleh meramal kedudukan Epirus Bow yang menjadi harapan kuasa jahat Hyperion membangkitkan Titans demi memusnahkan kuasa para dewa di bawah kekuasaan Olympus. Manakala Thedeus tanpa sedar merupakan anak kepada Aethra dengan berbapakan Aegeus &amp;amp; Poseidon sekaligus. Dengan kenyataan ini, kedua-dua mereka tidak akan boleh terlepas daripada takdir bahawa... &lt;i&gt;they're meant for such fate!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Destiny is unstoppable. Everyone has to give in... Give up—let life win."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;—Gravitation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7931629011300228713?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7931629011300228713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7931629011300228713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7931629011300228713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7931629011300228713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/12/korban-kerana-penting.html' title='KORBAN KERANA PENTING!'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0lfrORM-r8/Tvk3Sv1M6II/AAAAAAAABgA/NC4JQ0Lx1Cg/s72-c/imp-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7118420942074472772</id><published>2011-12-26T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:17:28.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>BIRO SAKA - THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2e9KZ6R_QOM/Tvf8LWL_OAI/AAAAAAAABdM/FELhfaFkPNc/s1600/TAB-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2e9KZ6R_QOM/Tvf8LWL_OAI/AAAAAAAABdM/FELhfaFkPNc/s400/TAB-002.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam masyarakat Indo-Melayu (Nusantara), saka adalah jin yang disebut menjalin perjanjian hidup dengan manusia yang bersekutu. Melalui perjanjian ini, manusia dan jin tersebut memeterai kontrak saling lindung-melindungi dan ia mestilah berterusan untuk diwarisi oleh generasi seterusnya. Namun jika kontrak dilangggar, maka salah satu pihak akan menerima padah... dan selalunya manusia. Bagaimanapun dalam era moden sekarang ini, permainan saka dalam masyarakat tersebut semakin dilupuskan dan tidak mustahil dengan tindakan ini, golongan jin semakin hilang kelebihannya mendampingi manusia secara rasmi. Namun di negara Barat, fenomena ini dilihat dalam perspektif yang lebih terkini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCuBx4HZPJM/Tvf7wjj8DLI/AAAAAAAABdA/eM8HR5rXbl4/s1600/TAB-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCuBx4HZPJM/Tvf7wjj8DLI/AAAAAAAABdA/eM8HR5rXbl4/s400/TAB-001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For six hundred years we taught you to control your impulses with reason, then in 1910 we stepped back. Within fifty years, you'd brought us World War I, the Depression, Fascism, the Holocaust and capped it off by bringing the entire planet to the brink of destruction in the Cuban Missile Crisis. At that point a decision was taken to step back in again before you did something that even we couldn't fix. You don't have free will, David. You have the appearance of free will."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— Thompson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tetapi itu tidak bermakna jin adalah makhluk yang pendek akal dan tidak mampu melihat kemampuan lain dalam mendominasi kawalan ke atas manusia. Justeru jika mereka kehilangan peluang untuk bersekutu secara langsung, mereka masih ada kelebihan untuk mengawal gerak-geri manusia termasuk mengacau takdir cinta seperti yang dilakukan ke atas David Norris dan Elise Sellas melalui Biro Penyelarasan (The Adjustment Bureau) mereka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4G9sKfesj4/TvgA_YOh3CI/AAAAAAAABdY/iJI6TknUgY0/s1600/TAB-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s4G9sKfesj4/TvgA_YOh3CI/AAAAAAAABdY/iJI6TknUgY0/s400/TAB-004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ada pepatah mengatakan insan yang terpilih adalah seseorang yang mampu mengubah dunia kerana bakat yang diperolehinya, dan gerak-geri insan sebegini adalah yang paling diperhati oleh alam semesta (lebih hebat daripada wartawan/paparazzi!) terutamanya bagi golongan makhluk penyesat. Atas kelebihan itu, insan ini turut menjadi perhatian masyarakat jin dan diantara mereka ingin menjadi saka kepada insan tersebut. Namun jika insan tersebut tercipta untuk tidak dikuasai oleh saka, maka setiap takdirnya akan diganggu-gugat bagi memastikan matlamat menguasai kelebihan insan ini akan tetap terlaksana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_dMUHlSVLI/TvgCJEhomEI/AAAAAAAABdk/Mwjm-lehA1A/s1600/TAB-005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_dMUHlSVLI/TvgCJEhomEI/AAAAAAAABdk/Mwjm-lehA1A/s400/TAB-005.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alam jin dewasa seiring dengan kedewasaan umat manusia hingga tertubuhnya biro saka alaf baru. Jika kita anggap kemampuan mereka melemah, itulah ada sangkaan kita semata-mata kerana janji mereka akan terus dikota selagi umat manusia masih makhluk yang terhebat di muka bumi ini berbanding makhluk-makhluk yang lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIEz8jxYfHA/TvgD76ncb5I/AAAAAAAABdw/OnjcqbcIKgM/s1600/TBA-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lIEz8jxYfHA/TvgD76ncb5I/AAAAAAAABdw/OnjcqbcIKgM/s400/TBA-007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is a surprise. Such political promise, his compelling story. He grew up in a rough neighborhood in Brooklyn, he overcame the loss of his entire family. His mother and his brother when he was ten, his father before he got to high school. He got over that. He had such promise."&lt;/i&gt; — Mary Matalin.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salah satu misi biro saka ini ialah melihat potensi-potensi manusia yang ada ciri-ciri kepimpinan yang tinggi untuk dinodai hala tuju mereka ke arah yang tidak baik, agar perubahan akan terus kepada merosakkan nilai-nilai kemanusiaan. Jika tidak dapat telus kepada mereka secara interaksi langsung, biro ini akan cuba mengusik takdir mereka agar matlamat biro untuk membawa kepimpinan manusia ke arah kehancuran dan dominasi kesesatan menjadi kenyataan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z39WJKRzJas/TvgGTlt7vbI/AAAAAAAABd8/_xP8QfW8478/s1600/TBA-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z39WJKRzJas/TvgGTlt7vbI/AAAAAAAABd8/_xP8QfW8478/s400/TBA-008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"But here's the problem, this isn't even my tie. This tie was selected for me by a group of specialists, in Tenafly New Jersey, who chose it over fifty six other ties we tested. In fact, our data su...suggests that I have to stick to either a tie that is red or a tie that is blue. A yellow tie made it look as if I was taking my situation lightly and I may in fact pull my pants down at any moment.&amp;nbsp;A silver tie meant that I'd forgotten my roots. My shoes, you know shiny shoes we associate with a high priced lawyers and bankers. If you want to get a working mans vote you need to scuff up your shoes a little bit, but you can't scuff 'em so much that you alienate the lawyers and the bankers, cause you need them to pay for the specialist back in Tenafly."&lt;/i&gt; — David Norris &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salah satu kelemahan manusia ialah cinta, dan kekuatan biro saka dalam menyesatkan manusia adalah menyesatkan rasa cinta mereka. Biro ini tahu bahawa kekuatan jahat seorang manusia sebagai pemimpin mudah dinyalakan dengan membuat mereka gagal dalam bercinta lalu memilih seorang pendamping (cinta alternatif) yang disenangi dalam melempiaskan nafsu mereka ketika jiwa tertekan. Maksudnya, seorang manusia berjiwa kepimpinan yang patah hati kerana gagal bercinta, senang dihasut untuk memilih pasangan lain yang lebih disenangi dalam memuaskan nafsu seks mereka agar sentiasa rileks dalam menyusuri dunia kepimpinan yang lebih 'bernikmat dunia' berbanding 'nurani yang murni'; yang penting pasangan mereka itu juga mempunyai ideologi yang sama seperti yang diharapkan oleh biro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5HV6gNaRRo/TvgKKx2Z7JI/AAAAAAAABeI/24n94SWpAAw/s1600/TBA-009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5HV6gNaRRo/TvgKKx2Z7JI/AAAAAAAABeI/24n94SWpAAw/s400/TBA-009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun tidak semua manusia yang mempunyai kelebihan pada dirinya suka mengheret kelebihan itu ke arah yang boleh meluputkan jati dirinya sebagai manusia biasa; yang ingin dicintai dan mencintai setulus hati. Justeru ada diantaranya sanggup turun ke bawah untuk naik kembali bersama yang tercinta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okay, I can go through this door, alone. You'll never see me or the people chasing us again. Or you can come with me, and I don't know what's on the other side, but I'd know you'd be next to me. And that's all I wanted since the minute I met you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— David Norris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVq6M_6C170/TvgMjohTJpI/AAAAAAAABeU/MXWgNFK0wSc/s1600/TBA-010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVq6M_6C170/TvgMjohTJpI/AAAAAAAABeU/MXWgNFK0wSc/s400/TBA-010.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Most people live life on the path we set for them, too afraid to explore any other. But once in a while people like you come along who knock down all the obstacles we put in your way. People who realize freewill is a gift that you'll never know how to use until you fight for it. I think that's the chairman's real plan. And maybe, one day, we won't write the plan. You will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Harry Mitchell &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7118420942074472772?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7118420942074472772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7118420942074472772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7118420942074472772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7118420942074472772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/12/biro-saka-adjustment-bureau.html' title='BIRO SAKA - THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2e9KZ6R_QOM/Tvf8LWL_OAI/AAAAAAAABdM/FELhfaFkPNc/s72-c/TAB-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7974592795736405360</id><published>2011-12-25T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:18:39.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CINTA TUNGGAL; GENESIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><title type='text'>WORDS I NEVER SAID; CHASING PAVEMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you tired, darling? Are you feeling fatigued of waiting for our emotional in love being reconciled? There's no wait that even more painful than waiting for us to be together; in the moment to develop memories of us having life as two in one for others to see our freedom. But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fear is such a weak emotion thats why I despise it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So scared of what you think of me, I'm scared of even telling you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I'm like the only person I feel safe to tell it to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm locked inside a cell in me, I know that there's a jail in you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;— &lt;b&gt;Words I Never Said&lt;/b&gt; [Lupe Fiasco (fet. Skyler Grey)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, there's always 'but' just because we like to procrastinate about the truth of our feeling. The longer we wait, the emotion has become dry, like a leaf I found on the street—rotten, waiting to be swept away by who knows... a moving wheel, shoe soles or maybe by a broom of the street cleaner. Even when this leaf is maybe going to be taken by a curious pedestrian, I don't think I will last long in the heart of a stranger that I don't deeply love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Js-LKGrihs/TvautJleN9I/AAAAAAAABc0/JF5LspHcGdQ/s1600/Loveleaf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Js-LKGrihs/TvautJleN9I/AAAAAAAABc0/JF5LspHcGdQ/s400/Loveleaf.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only you has the magic to make me green again...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I've made up my mind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;don't need to think it over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I'm wrong, I am right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't need to look no further,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;This ain't lust,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know this is love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;But, if I tell the world,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll never say enough,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'cause it was not said to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And that's exactly what I need to do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I end up with you... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;— &lt;b&gt;Chasing Pavements&lt;/b&gt; [Adele]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... and I'll be around when you need me, come to me if you are free, imagine me in your mind if you are lonely and reach me every time you miss me. Soon, I'll do the same... or else, we'll be faking our heart till the end of our life. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7974592795736405360?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7974592795736405360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7974592795736405360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7974592795736405360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7974592795736405360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/12/words-i-never-said-chasing-pavements.html' title='WORDS I NEVER SAID; CHASING PAVEMENTS'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Js-LKGrihs/TvautJleN9I/AAAAAAAABc0/JF5LspHcGdQ/s72-c/Loveleaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6701158861543313390</id><published>2011-12-02T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:49:39.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><title type='text'>3 HATI 2 DUNIA 1 CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Menghadapi kemerdekaan tanpa cinta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kau takkan mengerti segala lukaku,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kerna cinta telah sembunyikan pisaunya... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bayangkan wajahmu adalah seksa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kesepian adalah ketakutan dan kelumpuhan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Engkau telah menjadi racun bagi darahku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apabila aku dalam kangen dan sepi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;itulah bererti aku tungku tanpa api...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY7EXMp3o/TtiPojP9XXI/AAAAAAAABcU/oP-JZikv6CM/s1600/3hati2dunia1cinta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY7EXMp3o/TtiPojP9XXI/AAAAAAAABcU/oP-JZikv6CM/s400/3hati2dunia1cinta.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Tiada kebetulan di dunia ini kerana semuanya telah ditentukan Tuhan. Pertemuan juga bukan satu kebetulan, kerana itu kehendak Tuhan buat mengenal jodoh kita. Namun mengapa tiada hukum yang dapat menyatukan kita secara sempurna? Itu... kita lihat saja nanti."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;::: Diinspirasikan daripada '3 HATI 2 DUNIA 1 CINTA'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6701158861543313390?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6701158861543313390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6701158861543313390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6701158861543313390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6701158861543313390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-hati-2-dunia-1-cinta.html' title='3 HATI 2 DUNIA 1 CINTA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lIY7EXMp3o/TtiPojP9XXI/AAAAAAAABcU/oP-JZikv6CM/s72-c/3hati2dunia1cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-3841921357644617537</id><published>2011-10-02T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:24:17.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><title type='text'>NOBODY ELSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember from the first time I saw you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would stare into my eyes and I caught you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bottom line is I kinda' like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something said inside my heart not to fight it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing it had me shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I can't stop thinking about it going crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only you knew all the ways that I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would want nobody else to take it from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz everytime I find my way its always ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone comes into my life and takes love from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and over again its the same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try and try and fight but I don't want nobody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So tell me (tell me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You feel the same (you feel the same)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz' I don't want this love to ever go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the only one that makes me feel this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You complete me in almost every way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing it had me shaking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I can't stop thinking about it going crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only you knew all the ways that I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You would want nobody else to take it from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz everytime I find my way its always ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone comes into my life and takes love from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and over again its the same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try and try and fight but I don't want nobody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz everybody's giving their love to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But without you I can't sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If everything about you is what I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know I love you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been waiting all my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know I need you right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coz everytime I find my way its always ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone comes into my life and takes love from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over and over again its the same thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try and try and fight but I don't want nobody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJoHQ4-1beM/TogIrHMWIiI/AAAAAAAABb4/C-RKqJsN3QY/s1600/nobodyelse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJoHQ4-1beM/TogIrHMWIiI/AAAAAAAABb4/C-RKqJsN3QY/s320/nobodyelse.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Dato' CT Nurhaliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Composer: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christian Alexander &amp;amp; Bryan &amp;nbsp;Bouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-3841921357644617537?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3841921357644617537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=3841921357644617537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3841921357644617537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3841921357644617537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/10/nobody-else.html' title='NOBODY ELSE'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJoHQ4-1beM/TogIrHMWIiI/AAAAAAAABb4/C-RKqJsN3QY/s72-c/nobodyelse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-147596027071041294</id><published>2011-09-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:43:12.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL OPINIONS'/><title type='text'>UNINTENDED SOAKED IN MUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do you feel when you're a big fan of MUSE falling for someone who confidently said "You listen to MUSE?! O-Ma-Gay... you're such a nerd!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me define such feeling for you--you wish you're in love with someone else! Right? But what can you do when falling in love with someone (especially at first sight), just like being unintended soaked in muse... means letting go is like leaving you dry. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But how do you feel when you're driving around while listen to MUSE with your beloved (the anti-MUSE), suddenly he/she fluently sing along with one of your favorite tune from the group? I assume you will stop your car and start eagerly questioning  "How can that be?!" Especially when you know the group better, but can't sing along fluently like your lover did. I bet you must be feeling awkwardly misled!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me tell you this, there are those who happen to absorb something into their mind and heart, but they are unaware that maybe what they like exactly what they unintentionally try to avoid. So when it comes to MUSE, I was one of them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't know that I could fluently sing most of MUSE songs without knowing its title or the group until one day, I got caught up with a song from my favorite new star, Adam Lambert titled 'Soaked'. What's the relevant? As far I'm concern, the reason why I was attached to MUSE music without knowing it came from them was because their music got a certain soul that only the group can create. They could even turn certain oldies songs to feel like theirs. So when I heard the song 'Soaked', it reminded me of the song 'Unintended'. Something came close without expectation, and in this case it was me with MUSE and their music genre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So practically I'm just like everyone else who happen to be muse by content without thinking of knowing the subject. Therefore you see, it is in my concern to share or confess to you about something I occasionally deny yet I'm absorbed by it. I don't really feel amuse looking at the three &lt;i&gt;musicateers&lt;/i&gt;, but once I know after so long they have muse me, it's time to reveal the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't want to stay in hide anymore just because I don't want to admit that I enjoy being around the Hobbits because I'm an Elf. Yes, without verdict I admit it was all about ego. It's like falling in love with someone I try to deny but forever that's the one who is going to make my life better. The silly part is when everyone knows what I try to deny and that makes me feel worse than a nerd!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on, I'll be singing MUSE songs whenever and wherever I want, but don't ask me detail about the group, honestly speaking... I don't care unless they stop making music.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2139752977" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YLExZPtC9Sw/ToMY8fh0g9I/AAAAAAAABb0/PThnSkGz36U/s400/muse.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://awards.qthemusic.com/"&gt;I've voted MUSE for Q Best Act In The World Today &amp;amp; Greatest Act of The Last 25 Years in the 2011. I believe the Q cover of MUSE for this 25th Anniversary Collector's Edition really fit my Utopian soul. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-147596027071041294?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/147596027071041294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=147596027071041294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/147596027071041294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/147596027071041294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/09/unintended-soaked-in-muse.html' title='UNINTENDED SOAKED IN MUSE'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YLExZPtC9Sw/ToMY8fh0g9I/AAAAAAAABb0/PThnSkGz36U/s72-c/muse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7828909182439142894</id><published>2011-08-28T16:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:03:39.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREETING'/><title type='text'>1432/2011: SALAM MERDEKA RAYA, MALAYSIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tahun 2011 memberi keunikan tersendiri kepada sebuah negara berteraskan Islam sebagai agama rasminya di Asia Tenggara. Ia tidaklah sebesar Indonesia atau sekaya Brunei, namun Malaysia di tahun ini meraikan kemerdekaan negara dalam keseronokan umat Islam menyambut kemenangan selepas berpuasa di bulan Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9zXOuP6Htg/Tln8zKnnwLI/AAAAAAAABbs/oVRO8_gGioQ/s1600/rayawish-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9zXOuP6Htg/Tln8zKnnwLI/AAAAAAAABbs/oVRO8_gGioQ/s400/rayawish-blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam kemelut politik, pelbagai persepsi kemerdekaan cuba dipermainkan oleh sebahagian rakyat Malaysia sendiri (ada diantaranya di bawah pengaruh luar) atas alasan inginkan perubahan mengikut citarasa mereka. Namun kita perlu sedar dalam konteks rakyat bersatu, sejak 31hb. Ogos 1957, kemerdekaan telah memberikan kita banyak peluang untuk melakukan perubahan buat negara Malaysia yang dicintai ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila hari ini dilaungkan 1Malaysia, ia merupakan kesedaran buat kita bahawa kemerdekaan negara ini daripada pentadbiran asing ke pentadbiran tempatan dijayakan oleh pelbagai bangsa dengan diterajui oleh pakatan Melayu di bawah seliaan Almarhum Tunku Abdul Rahman Putra Al-Haj. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apapun erti kemerdekaan yang cuba dipersoalkan buat negara Malaysia, hari ini kita wajib berbangga dengan kebebasan yang ada, biarpun terhad masih banyak yang boleh kita praktikkan. Sebagai manusia, kita perlu sentiasa ingat bahawa kebebasan kita tetap terhad dalam peruntukan yang ditetapkan bagi menjamin keselamatan dan keamanan sejagat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bagi saya, konsep dijajah banyak persepsinya. Namun apabila ada yang beranggapan bahawa mentaliti kita masih dijajah, faktor itu terlampau subjektif untuk dijadikan tuduhan buat rakyat negara Malaysia. Kerana bagi saya minda kita sampai mati pun akan terus dijajah oleh pelbagai pengaruh tidak kira baik atau jahat. Penerimaannya terpulang kepada persepsi diri kita sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kemerdekaan kita bergantung kepada bagaimana kita ingin dijajah. Perspektif kehidupan sebagai manusia tidak akan pernah dapat lari daripada dijajah. Sama ada dijajah oleh budaya, agama mahupun bangsa." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyXuFUmK7Ds/Tln38kfcS3I/AAAAAAAABbc/9APgzcupdn8/s1600/1Malaysia%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nyXuFUmK7Ds/Tln38kfcS3I/AAAAAAAABbc/9APgzcupdn8/s400/1Malaysia%2Bcopy.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dengan adanya negara merdeka seperti Malaysia, rakyatnya mempunyai kebebasan dalam memilih penjajahan mereka sendiri. Jadi tidak timbul isu negara kita masih dijajah oleh orang luar, sebaliknya yang berpendapat sedemikian sebenarnya minda merekalah yang dijajah oleh orang luar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kemerdekaan bererti bila kita mampu bebaskan pemikiran daripada keresahan dilanda masalah, bersifat terbuka dengan kegetiran hidup dan redha dalam setiap ujian yang melanda diri. Jangan jadikan kesengsaraan tanda kelemahan kita, kerana kepayahan adalah tanda usaha dan keamanan adalah tanda kejayaan. Lantas kita perlu ingat, kemewahan adalah kemerdekaan kita menjayai hidup tanpa kongkongan orang lain."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Justeru kembalilah mentafsir semula maksud merdeka buat negara kita serta diri sendiri dengan baik dan saksama. Jika orang luar sudah mulai menghargai bakat orang Malaysia, itu tandanya kita sudah berjaya menjajah mereka. Jika rakyat kita sudah boleh diterima bekerja secara profesional di negara asing, itu tandanya kita sudah berjaya menjajah mereka. Jika orang luar ramai yang berkeinginan untuk bekerja di negara kita, itu tandanya kita sudah berjaya menjajah mereka. Jika bahasa kita juga sudah mulai suka dipraktikkan oleh rakyat negara lain, tanda kita sudah menjajah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun teladan kita di masa lampau, janganlah menjajah hingga memudaratkan tempat tinggal orang lain. Manusia perlukan tapak untuk hidup, sumber tenaga untuk berusaha dan perniagaan untuk maju. Sebuah negara yang dijajah dengan teruk tidak akan dapat menikmati semua itu. Jadi berfikirlah seperti seorang penjajah yang baik. Apa pun kita dan siapa pun kita, sentiasalah berfikiran positif bahawa kemerdekaan itu bukanlah bermaksud bebas daripada penjajahan sepenuhnya, sebaliknya ia bermaksud memerdekakan diri kita supaya dapat menjajah dan dalam makna yang lebih sesuai, mendominasikan prinsip kebebasan tersendiri di bawah naungan yang lebih demokrasi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kita perlu ingat, demokrasi itu juga salah satu prinsip penjajahan... yang penting juruskan ia ke prinsip yang boleh dimanfaatkan oleh semua orang, termasuk yang ingin memanipulasikan sistem kebebasan menjajah yang merdeka."   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Justeru di tahun ini, di mana sahaja anda menyambut Hari Raya Aidilfitri pastikan 31hb. Ogos 2011 (Hari Kemerdekaan Malaysia ke-54) diberikan ruang kepada kita oleh kita sebagai rakyat Malaysia untuk merayakannya. Selepas negara kita menang dalam ertikata merdeka daripada pentadbiran Britania Raya, di tarikh ini sebagai umat Islam khususnya, peribadi kita menang dalam ertikata merdeka daripada terus dijajah oleh minda bermegah hingga tidak mensyukuri nikmat Allah s.w.t ketika masih ada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jalinan setia senantiasa terpatri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tidak pinta dibalas acapkali berbudi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Salam kasihku hulur di Aidilfitri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moga persaudaraan ini kekal abadi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7828909182439142894?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7828909182439142894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7828909182439142894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7828909182439142894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7828909182439142894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/14322011-salam-merdeka-raya-malaysia.html' title='1432/2011: SALAM MERDEKA RAYA, MALAYSIA!'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9zXOuP6Htg/Tln8zKnnwLI/AAAAAAAABbs/oVRO8_gGioQ/s72-c/rayawish-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-4411297371912435542</id><published>2011-08-27T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T04:30:11.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>OH EDIE!!! [FB: PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sudah lebih dua jam Yuri menunggu Momo di rumah Asa, namun baju yang dijanjikan tidak juga sampai. Ditelefon beberapa kali tidak berangkat, di hantar mesej pesanan ringkas pun tidak berbalas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Apa kaedahnya &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;, Asa? Lambat &lt;b&gt;benor&lt;/b&gt; dia? Apa &lt;b&gt;ke&lt;/b&gt; hal?" Tanya Yuri keliru. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Aku rasa &lt;b&gt;la kan&lt;/b&gt;... dia mesti &lt;b&gt;dok&lt;/b&gt; melepak dengan budak Edie &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;. Sejak dia kenal dengan budak &lt;i&gt;handsome&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;, dia sangguplah melekat &lt;b&gt;kat&lt;/b&gt; mana saja &lt;b&gt;mamat&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt; berada." Jawab Asa yakin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Motif? Sampai janji kawan pun &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; kisah?" Yuri kesal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Entahlah Yuri... tapi aku&lt;b&gt; tak&lt;/b&gt; nafikan, jantan&lt;b&gt; tu&lt;/b&gt; memang &lt;b&gt;meletop&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;b&gt;Hahaha&lt;/b&gt;!" Balas Asa sambil tergelak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yuri walaupun terselit rasa kesal dimungkiri janji, namun turut sama tergelak membayangkan Momo sedang gila bayang dengan seorang jejaka bernama Edie itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bukanlah Momo tidak pernah begitu dengan lelaki lain, namun sampai sanggup tidak mempedulikan janjinya dengan Yuri yang jarang ditemui, pasti Edie ini begitu istimewa. Yuri tidak kisah kalau begitu, asalkan Momo bahagia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Takperlah&lt;/b&gt;, Asa. Biar aku balik &lt;b&gt;jer &lt;/b&gt;dulu. Lain kali boleh ambil baju &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;. Bukan aku &lt;b&gt;nak&lt;/b&gt; pakai dalam waktu terdekat &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt; pun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Sorry&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;la&lt;/b&gt;, Yuri. Aku &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; sangka Momo&lt;b&gt; camni&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Jangan risaulah... aku tahu Momo ada alasan dia sendiri. Yang penting, kalau aku tahu siapa budak Edie &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;, siap, aku cakar muka dia! &lt;b&gt;Haha&lt;/b&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yuri dan Asa ketawa bersama memikirkan perihal Momo itu. Sebelum berlalu, Yuri sempat berpesan agar salam sayangnya disampaikan kepada Momo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mungkin lain kali &lt;b&gt;jerlah&lt;/b&gt; baju &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;. Lagipun &lt;b&gt;dah&lt;/b&gt; lama sangat dia simpankan baju &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt; untuk aku, kalau &lt;b&gt;takde&lt;/b&gt;r pun &lt;b&gt;takper&lt;/b&gt;." Ujar Yuri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tapi dia kata baju &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt; dia masih simpan untuk kau." Kata Asa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yuri mengangguk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sebab&lt;b&gt; tu&lt;/b&gt; aku &lt;b&gt;nak gak&lt;/b&gt;. Oklah, aku &lt;b&gt;blah&lt;/b&gt; dulu. &lt;i&gt;Call me anytime&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;ya!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Orait&lt;/b&gt;!" Balas Asa melihat Yuri berlalu pergi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejak itu Yuri tidak lagi berkesempatan untuk mengambil baju tersebut daripada Momo atas kesulitan masa. Namun semenjak nama Edie disebut oleh Asa, setiap kali Yuri &lt;i&gt;online&lt;/i&gt; sahaja di laman Facebook, profil yang asyik tertera di kolum 'People You May Know' ialah seorang jejaka bernama Edie Zary. Kalau sekali dua tertera tidak mengapalah juga. Tetapi kalau dalam seminggu setiap hari, setiap kali &lt;i&gt;online&lt;/i&gt;, profil itulah sahaja yang muncul—Yuri mulai berprasangka. Dalam rasa tidak peduli, akhirnya Yuri terasa ingin ambil tahu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCp-9M-G1Xc/TlfADZav-qI/AAAAAAAABbU/9woQnE9zpl0/s1600/eddie-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCp-9M-G1Xc/TlfADZav-qI/AAAAAAAABbU/9woQnE9zpl0/s400/eddie-blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dari foto profil, Edie ini menarik juga orangnya; murah dengan senyuman dan pandai bergaya. Jumlah teman di senarai Friends juga hampir sama tara jumlah dengannya. Namun yang paling penting, mereka ada 29 Mutual Friends—bermaksud Edie Zary mengenali 29 orang kenalannya di Facebook! Justeru pasti Edie ini mengenali ramai juga kenalannya. Lalu Yuri segera menyemak siapa Mutual Friends mereka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What the heck&lt;/i&gt;... ?! Momo?! Asa?! Eri? Ein? Eiz? Fend? Zack? Pen? &lt;b&gt;Bla&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;b&gt;bla&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;b&gt;bla&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;b&gt;Heiiii&lt;/b&gt;! Bukan &lt;b&gt;ke ni&lt;/b&gt; semua geng-geng boling aku?! Bila &lt;b&gt;lak&lt;/b&gt; munculnya si Edie &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt; dalam &lt;i&gt;group&lt;/i&gt; aku &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;b&gt;Naper&lt;/b&gt; aku &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; terlibat dalam senarai Friends dia?!" Yuri menjerkah sendirian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Satu persatu foto-foto Edie disemaknya, makin banyak dilihatnya semakin terpikat pula rasanya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun yang pasti dia memang tidak pernah terserempak dengan Edie semenjak dia bergiat aktif dalam kelab boling tersebut sejak 6 tahun lalu. Justeru tidak mustahil Edie mungkin menyertai kelab ini semenjak setahun lalu—tempoh bermulanya Yuri berehat seketika daripada menyertai pelbagai aktiviti kelab tersebut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Haip&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;i&gt;Stop it&lt;/i&gt; Yuri! &lt;i&gt;He's just in your imagination&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Ntah-ntah&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;in person&lt;/i&gt;, jauh dari jangkaan keperibadiannya. Lagipun bukankah hatimu buat si dia di P.J.?" Hati Yuri memberi amaran kepada lamunannya sambil bibir mengukir senyuman nakal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba-tiba Yuri terfikirkan sesuatu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Ni ke mamat&lt;/b&gt; yang Momo&lt;b&gt; dok&lt;/b&gt; suka &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepintas itu Yuri tersenyum gelihati memikirkan kebetulan ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malas untuk memanjangkan lagi cerita, Yuri membiarkan persoalan itu perlahan luput daripada pemikirannya. Ada ketikanya apa yang kita lihat tidaklah seperti yang kita bayangkan. Mungkin Momo lebih mengenali Edie, tetapi Yuri tahu dia tidak berhak membayangkan seseorang yang tidak dikenalinya secara peribadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hari berlalu bulan; berbulan hampir menjejak setahun. Banyak kali juga Yuri cuba mencuri masa untuk kembali mengikuti aktiviti kelab tersebut, namun tidak pernah menjadi. Namun Hari Raya semakin dekat dan dia telah menempah hidangan kegemaran rayanya iaitu dendeng dengan Ein. Hanya Ein yang dapat memberinya dendeng yang menepati citarasanya. Untuk mengambil tempahan itu dia terpaksa turun biarpun sekejap ke aktiviti boling anjuran kelab hujung minggu ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I &lt;b&gt;bawak&lt;/b&gt; tempahan &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; ke boling malam &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; amik kat&lt;/b&gt; sana &lt;b&gt;jer&lt;/b&gt;." Ujar Ein dalam telefon pagi tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tanpa banyak bicara, Yuri bersetuju sahaja memandangkan sudah empat kali dia menunda tarikh untuk mengambil tempahan tersebut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selepas berbuka puasa dengan sahabatnya, Wani dan Ema, mereka pun ke pusat boling One Utama untuk bertemu Ein. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yuri rasa sungguh teruja dan bahagia apabila setelah sekian lama, dapat juga dia melepaskan rindu bertemu dengan rakan-rakan kelab yang sudah berbulan tidak ditemuinya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam leka dia melayan rakan-rakan tersebut, di celah-celah mereka terselit jejaka itu dengan senyumannya yang cukup arif di imej minda Yuri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yuri tergamam seketika. Renungan itu dan senyuman itu, seolah tiada beza seperti yang dilihat foto-foto dalam Facebook di profil Edie Zary. Pastinya, ia tertumpu kepadanya seketika. Bila dia bersuara dan bersenda, jejaka itu nyata mempersembahkan peribadi yang dibayanginya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun seorang bernama Edie yang sepatutnya terasa asing, seolah sudah mesra biar mereka tidak sempat berkenalan dikeriuhan teman-teman itu. Yuri rasai, Edie cuba berbicara dengannya. Yuri juga ingin berbicara dengan Edie—imaginasi yang kini adalah realiti di depan matanya. Namun apakan daya, dia kesuntukan masa kerana Wani dan Ema sedang menantinya di kereta. Hanya teman-teman lama di kelab dapat dihargainya ketika ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah mengambil tempahannya daripada Ein, pantas Yuri memohon untuk beredar segera dan mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepada semua. Dalam dia melangkah semakin jauh daripada teman-teman, sempat dia membalas beberapa ucapan yang kedengaran di telinga. Antaranya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Take care!"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will!"&lt;/i&gt; Jawab Yuri tanpa menoleh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Careful driving!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suara yang sama fikir Yuri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Orait&lt;/b&gt;!" Jawab Yuri lagi sekuat boleh kerana dia semakin jauh daripada kelompok itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah masuk ke dalam kereta, Yuri terkenang seketika. Terkenangkan Edie. Jikalah suara yang terakhir itu adalah daripadanya. Lalu dia menggelengkan kepala sambil tersenyum sendirian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Mana rupa dendeng kau &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;? Tunjuk sikit!" Tanya Ema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segera Yuri mempromosikan dendeng buatan Ein kepada Ema dan Wani. Namun ingatannya masih kepada Edie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semakin jauh mereka daripada pusat boling itu, semakin jauh Yuri daripada teman-teman di situ, semakin jauh Yuri daripada Edie, nyata rindu kepada kawan baru menjelma di benak jiwa. Namun Yuri hanya mampu tersenyum, apatah lagi teringatkan Momo yang ditemuinya tadi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yuri! &lt;i&gt;Sorry&lt;/i&gt; pasal &lt;i&gt;last time!"&lt;/i&gt; Momo muncul di depan mata saat dia memutuskan pandangannya daripada Edie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yuri segera memeluknya dengan penuh rasa sayang seraya berkata &lt;i&gt;"It's ok&lt;/i&gt;... tapi mana jantan yang &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;sampai hati mungkir janji &lt;b&gt;kat&lt;/b&gt; kita&lt;b&gt; tu&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;nak&lt;/b&gt; cakar muka dia! &lt;b&gt;Haha&lt;/b&gt;!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Momo turut tergelak dan mencari-cari dia yang dimaksudkannya. Namun kerana masing-masing faham itu hanya gurauan teman yang sudah lama tidak bersenda, yang dimaksudkan dibiar lepas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun Yuri tahu, itulah Edie—seorang teman kepada teman yang mungkin Yuri kenali... sekadar mungkin... namun pastinya jika ada jodoh di lain kali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sebelum tidur malam itu, Yuri terfikir seketika...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Alangkah elok jika di ketika ini, hatiku tidak mencintai kepada yang lain. Mungkin dia ingin lebihku kenali... hanya mungkin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam terkenangkan pertemuan tadi, Yuri lalu terlena tidak menyangka buat pertama kali sejak jatuh cinta dengan si dia di P.J., Edie telah mengambil alih seketika lamunan cinta di hatinya. Seolah hanya Edie sebelum dia. Hanya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'People You May Know'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-4411297371912435542?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4411297371912435542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=4411297371912435542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4411297371912435542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4411297371912435542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-edie-fb-people-you-may-know.html' title='OH EDIE!!! [FB: PEOPLE YOU MAY KNOW]'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lCp-9M-G1Xc/TlfADZav-qI/AAAAAAAABbU/9woQnE9zpl0/s72-c/eddie-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-3511905916832445984</id><published>2011-08-23T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T23:48:21.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL OPINIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><title type='text'>No Good Deed Goes Unpunished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Weeds do not easily grow in a field planted with vegetables. Evil does not easily arise in a heart filled with goodness."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have to accept a fact that this life is occasionally unfair. There are times you thought that when you do good things, your life will turn out good, but at the end of it what's so good will practically bring along something bad. There's nothing to be afraid of if we can ponder to this fact as our reality checked. Because as you may as well see, whatever lives will surely comes to an end &amp;amp; the only favor with the ending is either you want it to end good, or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"When doing something, instead of worrying or being vexed about it, we should just be mindful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're planning to do a lot of good deeds, always remind yourself that along the way you're going to find a lot of bad circumstances. This happened because the rule of life is 'everything comes in pair'. So the pair for good is bad, therefore, whatever good that come from you, will surely there's something bad. But why worry so much about the bad when you can do a lot with the good. The only worry is if you're are easily taken by the bad instead of the good; that's when the reason why you always think life is unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Let go of all worries, only then will you appreciate the happiness of a compassionate heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing good comes without challenges! If this life is all about being easy in whatever you want to achieve, trust me, who else wants to live a life where everybody can get what they want just by being easy. If everyone can be a king, who else is left for the king to rule? If everyone desires their own changes &amp;amp; they all going to get it, so tell me, what's left for this world to bear all those changes? Being competitive is good, but if everyone competes for the same matter &amp;amp; no tolerate of failure, what's good will definitely means bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"When we are irritated by others, it is actually because we are still lacking in graciousness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If everybody wants to love the same person without even cares to love the person next to them, who do you think will love you if you're the one that's next to them? Lets go to the deeper part, if your heart found true love through the eyes of everyone, how many hearts can you bear to make sure that everyone will get part of yourself? So you see friends, there is only a good hope to prevail many bad hopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Only by undergoing the trials and challenges of human affairs do we become strong and resilient."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without the right knowledge, thinking is easy, but thinking with proper knowledge is not easy. Same goes to what you want to do to be good, you have to go through many paces in order to achieve your point of good direction. It's like taking the miles just to reach where you want to be, so you can get where you want to reach. Same point! But in order to pick up the miles, you also have to pick up the constraint that comes along the journey. The far the miles, more constraints there'll be heading your way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When conflict and adversity arise, always preserve a spacious heart."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some distances maybe you can just walk, but for something big, no distances that you can just walk to achieve what you want in life. Sounds bad, right? I've been there &amp;amp; I knew! To be what I'm today, I have to bear a lot of pain that came along with a lot of laugh &amp;amp; happiness. All you have to do is just be positive with all the bad things that come forward while you are trying to be good, just stick to the one method called 'Pay It Forward'. Whatever good you do, just don't do it for yourself only, always pass it on others to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The more we give, the more we accomplish."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHpCcNQxK6Q/TlKp1_JHbgI/AAAAAAAABbM/iNrzYi80BYM/s1600/unpunished-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHpCcNQxK6Q/TlKp1_JHbgI/AAAAAAAABbM/iNrzYi80BYM/s400/unpunished-blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If we are not attached to outcomes then we will not suffer from the pain of fallen expectations."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You must cultivate lots of energy in life in order to preserve good, so much that in your moment of downfall, though you're apprehensive &amp;amp; shame, have no regret to say you're ready to fall down deeper &amp;amp; feel the greatness of failure. In the hand of fate, we all fall down for the sake of our new uprising. There'll be people talking bad about the fall, but believe this, there will be more people talking during the rise; good &amp;amp; bad. So either rise or fall, the faith is on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Believe in yourself, but do not be attached to your own point of view."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Therefore bloggers, no matter what you say, make sure you really meant it from your pure heart. If you pick up line from other people, make sure it meant for good use or else it'll end up bad to other people's wrong perception. So no matter who said "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished" — either Clare Boothe Luce, Billy Wilder, John P. Grier, Andrew W. Mellon, Oscar Wilde or me; when it's your turn to say it, make sure punished it good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"The hardest thing for people to see is themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Jing Si Aphorism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-3511905916832445984?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3511905916832445984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=3511905916832445984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3511905916832445984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3511905916832445984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html' title='No Good Deed Goes Unpunished'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YHpCcNQxK6Q/TlKp1_JHbgI/AAAAAAAABbM/iNrzYi80BYM/s72-c/unpunished-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6696662219648685387</id><published>2011-08-22T01:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:30:39.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>THE SOUND OF GLEE IN ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was very young... very... very young (before 7 years old), my mother always brought me to her nasheed rehearsal with her fellow apprentices. She mentored those ladies how to do a glee &amp;amp; unexpectedly I followed her mentoring at heart. Since then I became fond of singing, but my mother would never like me to professionally sing (because she wanted me to do medical like my father). So whenever I was home alone (while she was away for work), I would be singing loud from front to back of my house (while did the routine of house cleaning). Seemed my mother had a collection of cassettes by Datuk Sharifah Aini &amp;amp; Hetty Koes Endang, I had to admit those legends are my second &amp;amp; third mentor in singing (beside all those nasheed tapes!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DATUK SHARIFAH AINI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to suck in a lot of air into my lungs to really sang the way she did. It was great to sing like her, I brought everything out; my feeling, my breathing &amp;amp; most importantly my voice in the most sweet feminine way. Because of her, my voice didn't mature that much. I think... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kau yang sangat ku sayang,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kerna kau pria pendiam, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wajahmu yang tampan,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senyummu menawan...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hati ini mengagumi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kau yang sangat ku sayang, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kerna kau tak pernah manja, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;agung peribadimu, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tenang di wajahmu, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiada yang menandingimu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku mengkhayal bila saat nanti,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hidup bersamamu,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanya dikau teman dalam duka, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penghibur derita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kepadamu akulah yang manja, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dengarkanlah sayang,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku pandang potretmu di dalam kamar, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tersenyum padaku...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HETTY KOES ENDANG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her singing skill taught me how to really let it out—the voice out of your lungs! It's like when you're about to hit the high note, always prepare your lungs to save some air so when you break it with the low note, you'll bang it down with style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apa erti tetes airmata&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Di depanku menangis tersedu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hapuskan saja tinggalkan diriku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kalau itu yang engkau maksudkan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bila ada pilihan yang lain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kuharap kau jujur di hatimu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Katakan saja aku memaklumi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kalau itu yang engkau mahukan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wajahmu tampan semua orang tahu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tak mungkin kau pilih diriku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan kini antara kita berdua &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Belum ada ikatan yang pasti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lupakan saja kenangan lama, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hanya satu pintaku padamu, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simpan di hati simpanlah sayang,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cintaku yang tulus dan suci.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything about singing is to find the harmonious feeling in yourself. But in order to do that, you've got to sing it with the right tune &amp;amp; the right feeling. You can't survive singing if you don't understand what you're singing about. So whenever you hear the experts sing, do it the way they did. Take my words, not everyone of us had the exact experience of what we're singing about, but at least try to feel what others trying to feel; especially for those who cannot sing like you, they'll need you to sing for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tak tahu apa sebabnya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengapa aku jatuh cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Padamu sayang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiap waktu ku rindu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sejernih air telaga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sebersih awan tak tercela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hatimu sayang ku dekati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tak terasa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengapa oh Mengapa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tak kuasa menolaknya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan tak kuasa menyatakan itu,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kepadamu di saat rindu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most important feel when you're singing is peace, harmony &amp;amp; best of all... LOVE. Therefore people, if you really want to sing, you've got to LOVE singing. L.O.V.E... Really got to name yourself for LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kau yang bernama hati&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Engkau yang ketahui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perasaan ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kau yang bernama rindu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengusik hatiku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Di setiap waktu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kau yang bernama mimpi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sering menemani&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hidupku nan sepi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kau yang bernama resah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pabila kau tiba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku yang tersiksa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cinta itukah namamu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku yang tak tahu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merasa terganggu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kerianganku bertukar sayu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ku jadi tak tentu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gilakah aku keranamu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-singer.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0oL5smIn00/TlE8r1uY-2I/AAAAAAAABa8/hgh0gZHyYeg/s400/glee" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love story in the GLEE drama series really about to show people, how messed up we are as human being when it comes to love. There are times when we thought we're in love with someone, yet at the same time we're dating someone else. When we thought someone we love is only normal when exactly abnormal! So the best way to get over it is find a song that tells your feeling &amp;amp; enjoy the moment with it. Or else, be weak &amp;amp; hate everything your hear. So I took a lesson with GLEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never let my feeling being influenced by other people who came up to me &amp;amp; try to spoil my mood from loving someone I know I'm deeply in love with in songs that I sang!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE:&lt;/b&gt; I'm writing this while watching GLEE Season 1 &amp;amp; those Malay lyrics are the only I can tune in my head without even have to copy &amp;amp; paste. d[^_^]b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6696662219648685387?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6696662219648685387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6696662219648685387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6696662219648685387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6696662219648685387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/sound-of-glee-in-me.html' title='THE SOUND OF GLEE IN ME'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S0oL5smIn00/TlE8r1uY-2I/AAAAAAAABa8/hgh0gZHyYeg/s72-c/glee' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5934660857973134209</id><published>2011-08-18T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T03:39:34.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWN QUOTES'/><title type='text'>PERASAAN INI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perasaan ini bertanya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jika kita mampu mengerti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perasaan ini menduga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau yang dirasakan itu benar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perasaan ini mencari...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kepastian seandainya ada kenyataan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perasaan ini bermohon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bila hati ingin bersuara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perasaan ini mengharap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kejujuran lisan diterima dalam nukilan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX14UhVOh3o/TkwSoORRYhI/AAAAAAAABa0/px6BebMRiaY/s1600/2011-08-18%2B02-57-06_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX14UhVOh3o/TkwSoORRYhI/AAAAAAAABa0/px6BebMRiaY/s400/2011-08-18%2B02-57-06_0001.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan ini merintih...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untuk mencintai yang ingin dicintai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Perasaan yang tidak memainkan peranan dalam tindakan seolah niat yang tidak terluah oleh perbuatan. Jika baik, ia tetap baik namun bila tidak disampaikan ia jelas mementingkan diri sendiri. Andainya berterusan begini khuatir jahat sudahnya kerana yang lama terpendam pasti memudaratkan, bimbang membusukkan hati. Justeru bila ada rasa cinta, lafazkan niat mencintai kerana memberi lebih baik daripada yang menerima."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5934660857973134209?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5934660857973134209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5934660857973134209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5934660857973134209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5934660857973134209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/perasaan-ini.html' title='PERASAAN INI...'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MX14UhVOh3o/TkwSoORRYhI/AAAAAAAABa0/px6BebMRiaY/s72-c/2011-08-18%2B02-57-06_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7488506380618714254</id><published>2011-08-17T23:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:46:31.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREETING'/><title type='text'>'13'... KETETAPAN SATU KEBETULAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amaran: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;artikel ini tidak sesuai kepada yang menghadapi masalah Triskaidekaphobia, Paraskevidekatriaphobia atau Friggatriskaidekaphobia. Tetapi kalau &lt;b&gt;korang&lt;/b&gt; rasa &lt;b&gt;nak&lt;/b&gt; mengubati masalah &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;, boleh&lt;b&gt; la&lt;/b&gt; terus membaca. Silakan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tak&lt;/b&gt; dinafikan &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sudah menjadi salah satu nombor istimewa di seluruh  dunia dipelbagai agama, budaya &amp;amp; kefahaman. Namun pada saya, ia ada  kelebihan tersendiri buat diri ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; memang sudah menjadi nombor kegemaran saya selain nombor '7'. Kalau jadi ahli sukan masa &lt;b&gt;kat &lt;/b&gt;sekolah dulu, nombor pilihan saya mesti &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; atau '7' (selain daripada itu saya kurang berkenan). Kalau dalam &lt;i&gt;team&lt;/i&gt; bola tampar sekolah dulu pun mesti nombor &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;. Sebagai seorang Muslim, saya wajib tahu &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; rukun sembahyang. Manakala mengikut tarikh lahir Gregorian, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hb. Februari 1975 adalah tarikh sebenar saya dilahirkan ke dunia ini iaitu pada hari Khamis di waktu Maghrib, sebelum didaftarkan keesokan harinya pada 14hb. Februari 1975. Malah saya juga ada menghasilkan cerpen bersiri 'Jangan Tutup Lampuoooo' berjudul [Jumaat &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;] yang dalam perancangan untuk dijadikan novel ringan. Bagi menjadikan &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; lebih bermakna dalam hidup saya, cinta pandang pertama/LAFS saya berlaku &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' tahun setelah saya dilahirkan, iaitu pada tahun 1988 ketika saya berusia &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tahun (dalam Tingkatan 1). Manakala LAFS kedua saya terjadi pada tahun 2009, mengakhiri &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tahun &lt;a href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2010/12/saya-amnesia-higashi-no-eden.html"&gt;saya dilanda amnesia&lt;/a&gt;... syukur Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menarik, &lt;b&gt;kan&lt;/b&gt;? Bukan &lt;b&gt;nak &lt;/b&gt;percayakan sangat pun kelebihan nombor &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, namun hidup kita &lt;b&gt; ni&lt;/b&gt; kalau tidak ditetapkan dengan nombor, pasti kita mudah lupa. Tidak  mustahil kalau saya katakan setiap ibadah kita ditetapkan dengan nilai  bernombor untuk menjaga ingatan serta peradaban kita dalam melaksanakan  tanggung-jawab sebagai khalifah di mukabumi ini. Jadi, cuba anda  peringatkan diri anda kepada satu nombor peribadi yang istimewa, pasti &lt;b&gt; korang&lt;/b&gt; sedar akan kebesaran Ilahi yang menjadikan satu ketetapan itu  seolah satu kebetulan. Jika hanya kita mahu mengerti.. &lt;b&gt;d[^_^]b&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP53XOXP1lY/Thm0ld9r2rI/AAAAAAAABXY/8Nc79jTk0Zo/s1600/13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP53XOXP1lY/Thm0ld9r2rI/AAAAAAAABXY/8Nc79jTk0Zo/s320/13.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salah satu kebetulan yang menarik tentang kerjaya saya di Art Square Creation Sdn. Bhd. (Gempak Starz™) ialah ia bermula pada Jun 2000 sebagai Sub-Editor, Jun 2003 dinaikkan pangkat sebagai Editor &amp;amp; pada Jun 2010 saya menamatkan khidmat saya sebagai Editor di syarikat tersebut. Untuk pengetahuan &lt;b&gt;korang, &lt;/b&gt;dalam matematik, nombor &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'13'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; adalah nombor perdana (&lt;i&gt;prime number&lt;/i&gt;) ke-6 &amp;amp; Jun adalah bulan ke 6 dalam tahun Gregorian. Menariknya, di dalam surat pengesahan saya meletakkan jawatan, tarikh terakhir saya lupus kuasa ialah pada &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'13'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hb. Jun 2010! Justeru sempena ulang-tahun ke '&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;13'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; majalah GEMPAK™ pada tahun ini (2011),&amp;nbsp; saya mengucapkan... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Happy 13th! &lt;/i&gt;Keremajaanmu baru bermula. &lt;b&gt;Yeah&lt;/b&gt;!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7488506380618714254?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7488506380618714254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7488506380618714254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7488506380618714254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7488506380618714254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/13.html' title='&apos;13&apos;... KETETAPAN SATU KEBETULAN'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP53XOXP1lY/Thm0ld9r2rI/AAAAAAAABXY/8Nc79jTk0Zo/s72-c/13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-4436892609153542519</id><published>2011-08-05T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:58:14.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there are clouds in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll get by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With your fear and sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you just...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLv318aOpQY/TjvK_DLAWII/AAAAAAAABas/lLTzHomtD40/s1600/blog-smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLv318aOpQY/TjvK_DLAWII/AAAAAAAABas/lLTzHomtD40/s400/blog-smile.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there are clouds in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll get by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through your fear and sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you just smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you just smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Charlie Chaplin/Michael Jackson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-4436892609153542519?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4436892609153542519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=4436892609153542519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4436892609153542519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4436892609153542519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLv318aOpQY/TjvK_DLAWII/AAAAAAAABas/lLTzHomtD40/s72-c/blog-smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-806860121646884346</id><published>2011-08-04T03:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T04:44:32.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>THE DEATHLY HALLOWS OF THE CHOSEN ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avada Kedavra!&lt;/i&gt; What is death to you? To me, it means whatever begin must have an end to  it and to my personal comprehension, death doesn't always means bad.  Same goes to the legacy of Harry Potter, for the ending of it meant a  huge success to the franchise, and J.K. Rowling as the author will  finally take a bow to the only imagination that has made her a millionaire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj0GO_BGMyQ/TjGcHKxdpvI/AAAAAAAABaM/V9RHf1EqK7I/s1600/blog-harry001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj0GO_BGMyQ/TjGcHKxdpvI/AAAAAAAABaM/V9RHf1EqK7I/s400/blog-harry001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thus coincidentally this factor of death in the finale for the series  has become the major theme of the storyline; either in reality or  fantasy. Therefore let me bring you the depths of my words to instill  the magic of death written in 'The Deathly Hallows' visualized by Harry  Potter into the big screen of cinema.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible  source of  magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Prof. Albus Dumbledore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRAITS OF THE CHOSEN ONE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most factor to be a chosen one is to be 'the only one' &amp;amp; being the only one in this manner will not be fascinating—though appeared famously important yet heroic. In many related stories beside Harry Potter, the chosen one will always be interpreted as someone who needs to self-sacrifice in order to bring the light back before the dark takes over the world &amp;amp; haunt the society forever. Most of them are born as the only child &amp;amp; being the only one means a lot to the world chaotic diversion; a magnet to darkness. Like most people who tend to strive their effort to be the only one in the competition of power, this is unlikely strive of the chosen one, because they know their effort will only leads to a certain path, to face death itself—The Deathly Hallows. The chosen one like Harry Potter, he didn't have much choice to live but to play by the rules of his fate to save the soul of many from being taken by darkness like Lord Voldemort. People like Harry Potter, though his life is so fascinating for us to watch &amp;amp; read, but as to the person himself, we might have to re evaluate such thought from being fascinating might well be defined as terrifying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq0jGJSjBj4/TjlyaR4bdHI/AAAAAAAABaU/E569akenpBg/s1600/blog-harry002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pq0jGJSjBj4/TjlyaR4bdHI/AAAAAAAABaU/E569akenpBg/s400/blog-harry002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this moment as the one who will decide the safety of others, Harry  Potter must always prepare to die. Remember when I said the chosen one  is 'a magnet to darkness'? Yes, the real competition of power for Harry  Potter is to cheat death so the darkness will be cheated to live for  death. Confused? You must always remember that to be the chosen one, the final fight will always be 'one against the darkness'. Many will only help in leading ways to the finale but cannot assist during its end, the chosen one will have to wisely decide. As to Harry Potter, the most hardest part to decide during this finale is not about the fight, but what is the best way to keep the darkness away from the people, especially those who have sacrifice their life to see him reach the finale &amp;amp; fight Lord Voldemort who will try every scheme to persuade people not to believe in the chosen one. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So do not cry for that! He's not worthy of your tears. Do not despair  at his betrayal. You, none of you, were ever in his heart. Not for one  single, solitary beat."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Lord Voldemort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRAITS OF THE DARKNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look at the dark side,&amp;nbsp; we have another single child, Lord Voldemort or say, the chosen one to darkness, or can we define it that way?! No! Darkness is chosen by one while light chose the one, so Lord Voldemort maybe a single child but he chose his path to darkness in order to gain a greater power to conquer the world.  As you can see, to lead the darkness, Lord Voldemort needs to take cover  behind his fellow supporters in order to succeed in frontier to gain  the greater power. But his power was trapped in the fate of a single child, the chosen one, Harry Potter. To gain back what he had lost to the chosen one, he must formed the board of evils—The Death Eaters. Unlike Harry Potter, he doesn't need to form a board of saints, because as the chosen one, he is already chosen (a mysterious scar on his forehead as a result) &amp;amp; without further persuasion, more will find their lead to support Harry Potter instead of Lord Voldemort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9GJV--wmxU/TjmFroV5CbI/AAAAAAAABac/gz7VtL2GNQo/s1600/blog-harry003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9GJV--wmxU/TjmFroV5CbI/AAAAAAAABac/gz7VtL2GNQo/s400/blog-harry003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Voldemort is just another pity standard of 'bad vs evil', a new definition of saying of how a person try to look good in the face of evil &amp;amp; spoke of right for others as an empowerment for his own benefit. Or according to the writer herself (J.K. Rowling) who described him as "raging psychopath, devoid of the normal human responses to other people's suffering". When it comes to the Dark Lord, the reason of being one is always driven by one certain pathetic reason—loveless.&amp;nbsp;His inability to understand love constraint his need for human companionship or friendship, &amp;amp; cannot comprehend love or affection for another. So what is so fascinating about Lord Voldemort? The power of evil maybe humongously exciting for all the damages it can do to blow your mind. But who knows, what blows your mind might blow you to desertion or simply said "Enough is enough!". &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE POWER OF ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For everything to start, you only need one to pull the trigger &amp;amp; to make sure you shoot at the right target, you only need an expert to get it done. Who knows that an idea of a character that dropped out of nowhere into her head in 1990, has become one of the world's most famous character to date. By such impact, who would've guessed that a poor lady of nobody named Joanne Rowling suddenly burst to be the world's most famous author named J.K. Rowling. So you see, people like J.K. Rowling &amp;amp; character like Harry Potter doesn't need to prove anyone that they're the chosen one in this creative industry. They just do what they're meant to do, they believe in their vision to do what's right for them &amp;amp; by right, the world will comprehend to their fate to become a part of your life. You don't have to be a wizard to do it, for the magic will spell itself in the form of one fate... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It is the quality of one's convictions that determines success, not the number of followers."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Remus Lupin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tIuRRr4H-M/Tjmgh2uvtKI/AAAAAAAABak/QQHtM-hBX4w/s1600/blog-harry004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tIuRRr4H-M/Tjmgh2uvtKI/AAAAAAAABak/QQHtM-hBX4w/s400/blog-harry004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the big fan of Harry Potter novel series, we're perfectly  convicted that 'Harry Potter and The Deathly Hollows' pursued a much  grown up Harry Potter &amp;amp; friends to correct their adolescence period that will  perfectly resembled those visualized in the movie adaptation.  Furthermore, it's written in the epilogue chapter of the novel that they  will pass the period and "The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen  years. All was well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTE:&lt;/b&gt; I've watched this movie on the first day (14th July 2011) it was released in Malaysia (same day I'd watched '&lt;a href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/bersih-transformers-20.html"&gt;Transformers: Dark of the Moon&lt;/a&gt;'). But it took me many days to spell my own review to finally release content of my farewell to the best world of wizardry ever created. The series has completed its journey&amp;nbsp; through books &amp;amp; movies. I hope my review will bring new depth to your understanding of the finale, but if you can't read the words correctly, maybe someone has put a spell on you to block your trust in me, so let me spell you with my wand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Finite_Incantatem"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finite Incantatem!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-806860121646884346?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/806860121646884346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=806860121646884346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/806860121646884346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/806860121646884346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/08/deathly-hallows-of-chosen-one.html' title='THE DEATHLY HALLOWS OF THE CHOSEN ONE'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj0GO_BGMyQ/TjGcHKxdpvI/AAAAAAAABaM/V9RHf1EqK7I/s72-c/blog-harry001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5256488677045569096</id><published>2011-07-26T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:48:05.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWN QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><title type='text'>TA'ARUF CINTA BERDIKARI</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Apabila kilat cinta telah menyambar hati yang ini, ketahuilah bahawa ada cinta dalam hati yang lain. Tiada bunyi tepuk tangan hanya dengan satu tangan tanpa tangan lain. Kebijaksanaan Ilahi adalah takdir dan ketetapan yang membuat kita cinta antara satu sama lain. Kerana takdir itu, setiap bahagian ini dipertemukan dengan jodohnya."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;— keratan syair Jalaludin Rumi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXxHvgbhwLk/Ti7bhbw55SI/AAAAAAAABaE/qFz0URMHpYM/s1600/wallpaper-berdikari004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXxHvgbhwLk/Ti7bhbw55SI/AAAAAAAABaE/qFz0URMHpYM/s400/wallpaper-berdikari004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5256488677045569096?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5256488677045569096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5256488677045569096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5256488677045569096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5256488677045569096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/taaruf-cinta-berdikari.html' title='TA&apos;ARUF CINTA BERDIKARI'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXxHvgbhwLk/Ti7bhbw55SI/AAAAAAAABaE/qFz0URMHpYM/s72-c/wallpaper-berdikari004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-995574263745024763</id><published>2011-07-22T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:37:32.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>FALLING IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Once in a lifetime…&lt;br /&gt;An angel sweeps you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;And everything I’m about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;Deserve years before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You’re taking me higher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;when I hear you speak to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;If this so familiar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that I caught up in this fantasy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now I can’t seem to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can’t seem to ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'm falling, I’m falling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;b style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and I can’t stop falling&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see your love that comforts me&lt;br /&gt;Every now when I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I wait to see you in my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re taking me higher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;when I hear you say my name&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to tell you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that I'll never want to let you go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Now I can’t seem to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can’t seem to ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'm falling, I’m falling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and I can’t stop falling&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling in love with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Over and over again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;The days I lay my mind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;I can see it clearly&lt;br /&gt;You give me something&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;in you to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; Come take me away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Now I can’t seem to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can’t seem to ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'm falling, I’m falling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;And I can’t stop falling&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist: &lt;/b&gt;Dato' CT Nurhaliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzGvyc2DHDQ/TilfbTDSyzI/AAAAAAAABZ8/9A-OhMR7Dbc/s1600/blog-fallinginlove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzGvyc2DHDQ/TilfbTDSyzI/AAAAAAAABZ8/9A-OhMR7Dbc/s400/blog-fallinginlove.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-995574263745024763?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/995574263745024763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=995574263745024763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/995574263745024763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/995574263745024763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/falling-in-love.html' title='FALLING IN LOVE'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzGvyc2DHDQ/TilfbTDSyzI/AAAAAAAABZ8/9A-OhMR7Dbc/s72-c/blog-fallinginlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1872933899083816515</id><published>2011-07-19T01:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:47:07.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>BERSIH THE TRANSFORMERS 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selepas kontroversi demonstrasi Bersih 2.0  pada 9hb. Julai 2011, secara tidak langsung ia telah memberi impak besar kepada mentaliti saya sebagai rakyat Malaysia. Sebagai bukti, demonstrasi itu telah berjaya memberi kelainan dalam penghayatan saya menonton filem 'TRANSFORMERS: DARK OF THE MOON'. Teruskan membaca:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xN2Ht3PqUbI/TiFdh12G54I/AAAAAAAABYM/OPrm5_3Y3kg/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xN2Ht3PqUbI/TiFdh12G54I/AAAAAAAABYM/OPrm5_3Y3kg/s400/darkofthemoon-blog002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAKTA JADI FIKSYEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memanipulasi fakta ada salah satu gejala buruk yang telah berlaku di negara Malaysia ini &amp;amp; tidak ketinggalan juga di seluruh dunia terutamanya di negara-negara maju serta yang sedang pesat membangun. Seperti filem ini, ia telah memanipulasi fakta sejarah Apollo 11 sebagai tujuan hiburan &amp;amp; sekaligus membabitkan NASA serta Presiden John. F. Kennedy (presiden Amerika Syarikat ke 35) sebagai dalang dalam pemanipulasian ini. Malah lebih teruk lagi apabila ia juga turut memanipulasi pengalaman krew Apollo 11 menjejaki bulan terutamanya Neil Armstrong. Adakah pembukaan filem ini boleh diterima akal untuk mengharamkan gejala pemanipulasian fakta di sini? Jawapannya tidak kerana pemanipulasian fakta jelas menjurus kepada fiksyen tentang kewujudan makhluk asing Transformers — terang² pengharamannya tidak releven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYjWejHcRhk/TiEkHGttrtI/AAAAAAAABX8/DKgjZS9RJ-I/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYjWejHcRhk/TiEkHGttrtI/AAAAAAAABX8/DKgjZS9RJ-I/s400/darkofthemoon-blog001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pendaratan Apollo 11 bagi menyiasat kapal angkasa Ark dari Cybertronian berlaku pada tahun 1969, iaitu tahun dimana segalanya berubah menurut penulis Rob Kirkpatrick dalam bukunya berjudul '1969: The Year Everything Changed' (terbitan: Skyhorse Production/Tahun: 2009) yang turut mengisi fakta 'Days of Rage' yang perlu kita renungkan buat negara kita yang boleh dikembangkan kepada perspektif&amp;nbsp; 'Arab Spring'. Relevennya di Malaysia, tahun 1969 menyaksikan segalanya berubah selepas isu 13 Mei &amp;amp; demonstrasi haram Bersih 2.0 yang berlaku baru² ini  (selepas 42 tahun) seolah sindrom kepada 'Arab Spring', dikatakan antara yang terburuk selepas 13hb. Mei  1969 sebagai gerakan alternatif (generasi bapa ke anak) bagi memberi injuksi perubahan kepada  Pilihanraya Umum.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Motif:&lt;/b&gt; Penemuan Ark di bulan memang fiksyen,  tetapi gejala memfiksyenkan  fakta demi kepentingan politik dalam meraih  kuasa perlu diambil serius oleh semua pihak demi kepentingan   rakyat, tidak kira pembangkang mahupun yang berkuasa kerajaan. Sebagai  contoh kebebasan bersuara melalui internet, lambat laun pasti  membosankan apabila fiksyen lebih daripada fakta, seperti sekolah yang  tiada cikgunya... penjara yang tiada kawalannya &amp;amp; rumah yang tiada  kekeluargaannya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;KONFLIK KONSPIRASI KERAJAAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sejarah sedia maklum bahawa salah satu objektif pelancaran Apollo 11 pada tahun 1969 adalah wawasan Presiden John F. Kennedy untuk melihat Amerika Syarikat sebagai negara pertama ke bulan sebelum Soviet Union. Berbalik kepada jalan cerita filem ini pula ia menunjukkan wujudnya rahsia kerajaan dimana Soviet Union seolah sudah mendahului Amerika Syarikat ke bulan bila ia menyembunyikan sel kuasa dari kapal Ark di Chernobyl. Seterusnya kewujudan Autobots membantu tentera US dalam memantau keamanan global adalah kerjasama yang dirahsiakan daripada masyarakat dunia. Boleh anda bayangkan siapa Autobots dalam dunia sebenar? Berbalik kepada negara kita, berapa banyak konflik konspirasi yang sedang kita dengar sekarang? Apakah kesudahannya? Yang saya tahu semenjak turunnya Tan Sri Dr. Mahathir Mohamed daripada menjawat jawatan sebagai Perdana Menteri, Malaysia tidak habis² dengan konflik konspirasi yang akhirnya membuntukan pemahaman rakyat. Paling teruk usaha mengoptimumkan ekonomi negara selaras dengan perubahan globalisasi sering dipertikaikan dalam iltizam patriotik. Jadi, kalau US dibantu oleh Autobots, adakah negara kita dibantu oleh Decepticons? Masalahnya siapa Prime (Perdana) pilihan rakyat Malaysia; Sentinel atau Optimus? Tidak perlu menuduh, yang pasti dalam era globalisasi sekarang ini, bila jadi Prime pasti berkos tinggi... sesuai dengan arus pembangunan dunia. Tidak perlu merungut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCyZsSGd3sA/TiF5phb6EFI/AAAAAAAABYU/Q7VKZgvkC0s/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fCyZsSGd3sA/TiF5phb6EFI/AAAAAAAABYU/Q7VKZgvkC0s/s400/darkofthemoon-blog003.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentinel Prime adalah pemegang asal Matrix of Leadership bagi Autobots sebelum Optimus Prime. Dia merupakan pencipta The Pillars, teknologi yang mampu membina jambatan angkasa yang boleh&lt;i&gt; teleport&lt;/i&gt; dunia Cybertron dimana-mana jua. Berkubur bersama Ark lebih 50 tahun di bulan, dia dihidupkan semula oleh Optimus Prime dengan mengembalikan Matrix of Leadership. Namun kebangkitannya adalah satu pembelotan bukan sahaja buat kerajaan US, tetapi juga buat puaknya sendiri, Autobots! Sebagai seorang pemimpin yang pernah agung di Cybertron, dia kini adalah pemimpin Autobots yang dibenci oleh kerajaan US. Mungkin rakyat bencikan kerajaan US, tetapi kerajaan US bencikan Decepticons. Namun demi kepentingan serta keselamatan rakyat majoritinya, ada kebencian yang terpaksa dituruti walau sedar ada lagi pembelotan di masa akan datang!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Indeed I am! What you don't realize my Autobot brothers, is in order to win the war, a deal had to be made... with Megatron."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Sentinel Prime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDciK1OFUW0/TiJvc5NigcI/AAAAAAAABYc/Bu3XjucXHJA/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDciK1OFUW0/TiJvc5NigcI/AAAAAAAABYc/Bu3XjucXHJA/s400/darkofthemoon-blog004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Demi mengembalikan semula populasi Transformers maka Sentinel Prime telah mengambil keputusan untuk bersekutu dengan Megatron, ketua puak pembangkangnya yakni Decepticons tanpa mempedulikan keselamatan dunia, terutamanya kerajaan US yang sedia menawarkannya penempatan baru! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYxXROQndsk/TiKShePP6iI/AAAAAAAABYs/5LrRYSHu6pk/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYxXROQndsk/TiKShePP6iI/AAAAAAAABYs/5LrRYSHu6pk/s400/darkofthemoon-blog005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin prinsip Sentinel Prime boleh dipandang tinggi, yakni mencintai  kewarganegaraannya sendiri di Cybertron. Tetapi dengan memusnahkan hak  kewarganegaraan penduduk tempatan dunia (di sini US khususnya) yang telah memberinya kelebihan  sebagai pendatang, itu jauh lebih hina. Apatah lagi menakluki Chicago &amp;amp; merosakkan harta bendanya untuk mengaktifkan The Pillars bagi membina semula Cybertron; menutup  segala aktiviti komunikasi di dalam bandar tersebut daripada  pengetahuan tuan rumah serta membunuh populasi rakyat di situ supaya  tidak menyebarkan maklumat keluar, memang perbuatan yang keji! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm a slave, but you're Sentinel's bitch!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Carly Spencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZP3zWZgQ6w/TiKcNBCjBFI/AAAAAAAABY0/VRXBOZ8b05s/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="329" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZP3zWZgQ6w/TiKcNBCjBFI/AAAAAAAABY0/VRXBOZ8b05s/s400/darkofthemoon-blog007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megatron adalah ketua Decepticons yang sampai mati pun tidak akan berputus asa membuktikan bahawa dia boleh berkuasa! Biarpun dalam filem ke-3 Transformers ini, suku daripada kepalanya sudah dimamah pepijat, mengalah bukan prinsipnya. Bersetuju untuk bersekutu dengan Sentinel Prime hanyalah misi terakhirnya untuk menguasai Cybertron seperti maksudnya bila berkata "He (Sentinel) is my greatest triumph."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Motif:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Daripada perspekstif saya, jangan percayakan sesiapa yang tidak mampu mempertahankan negara dari dalam, bukan dari luar! Objektif sekarang bukan kita hendak melihat negara luar memperkatakan yang betul tentang negara kita, tetapi apa yang betul kita perkatakan untuk negara luar. Memang seronok mempercayai orang luar, sebab itu demokrasi, tetapi seronokkah bila tumbangnya kita kerana orang luar? Demokrasi juga namanya, begitu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SENTIMEN ANTI KERAJAAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dipermulaan cerita ini selepas babak sejarah Apollo 11, kita akan menyaksikan rentetan babak kerjasama antara Autobots &amp;amp; tentera US di bawah seliaan kerajaannya menjaga keamanan global. Bagaimana menyampahnya kita dengan ketegasan kerajaan itu dalam mengawal kerjasama tersebut seolah-olah kehadiran Autobots masih dianggap sebagai satu ancaman. Seperti biasa, kita juga akan ditanamkan rasa benci kepada sikap kerajaan US yang suka mendokumenkan segala aktiviti &amp;amp; gemar menguasai segala faktor pengawasan dengan ketegasan. Malah lagi menyakitkan hati, kenyataan 'rahsia kerajaan' adalah prinsip utama bagaimana mereka menjaga keselamatan negara. Babak² tersebut telah berkomunikasi dengan minda saya untuk mengaitkannya melalui sentimen yang sama berlaku dalam negara sendiri. Di sana-sini sentimen bencikan kerajaan diselitkan dengan olahan yang sama seperti yang digambarkan di dalam filem ini; tegas, ganas, garang, bengis, sembunyikan kebenaran &amp;amp; seterusnya. Objektif itu lazimnya untuk mendefinasikan kepada rakyat kebangkitan &lt;i&gt;'anti-statism'&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; itulah juga saya rasakan yang cuba disampaikan oleh filem ini diawal cerita tentang persepsi rakyatnya terhadap kerajaan US. Apabila kita sampai ke penghujung cerita, persepsi itu sekaligus berubah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Everything humans know of our planet we were told had been shared. You lied to us."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Optimus Prime&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvbcXkA6GA0/TiMTp4cOVhI/AAAAAAAABY8/Uyyz4yp7lRY/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvbcXkA6GA0/TiMTp4cOVhI/AAAAAAAABY8/Uyyz4yp7lRY/s400/darkofthemoon-blog008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlotte Mearing adalah watak pro-kerajaan yang mewah! Dia dipertanggung-jawab oleh kerajaan untuk menyelia aktiviti tentera US &amp;amp; Autobots demi keselamatan negara. Yang menyakitkan hati bukan sahaja cara dia bekerja, tetapi kemewahan &amp;amp; sikap divanya. Setiausahanya akan memastikan kasutnya ditukar bila masuk ke kem &amp;amp; dia ada lebih daripada 3 jenis beg berjenama! Pertama kali mengenalinya akan buat kita rasa benci, tetapi bukankah itu juga persepsi yang pernah kita berikan kepada Seymour Simmons masa mula² kita mengenalinya dulu? Sesetengah orang memang personaliti mereka menjengkelkan demi negara, tetapi siapalah yang tidak menjengkelkan dalam mempertahankan hak masing², bukan? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Bee, there's something else going on here. The moon programme, the cover-ups, the assassinations, it's all led to this..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Sam Witwicky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcZcA_oeD0M/TiMayczpWQI/AAAAAAAABZE/f_Big9518pY/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcZcA_oeD0M/TiMayczpWQI/AAAAAAAABZE/f_Big9518pY/s400/darkofthemoon-blog009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin sakit hati bila jadi Sam Witwicky yang pernah membantu negaranya daripada kehancuran ditolak oleh kerajaan (melalui Charlotte Mearing semestinya) untuk terlibat sama menjaga keamanan dunia bersama Autobots &amp;amp; tentera US. Lagi menyakitkan hati apabila dia yang pernah menerima pingat cemerlang daripada Presiden Barack Obama terpaksa mencari kerja sendiri seperti orang kebanyakan. Lagi teruk apabila kebesaran pingat tidak menjanjikan kerjaya mudah buatnya. Malah dia turut ditolak bekerja disebuah syarikat yang pro-pembangkang (&lt;i&gt;the republican&lt;/i&gt;). Namun dengan bantuan Dylan Gould yang menyakinkan sidang pengarahnya, Sam diterima bekerja di sebuah syarikat telekomuniksi &amp;amp; aero-angkasa sebagai budak penghantar surat. Secara kebetulan, syarikat ini mengamalkan 'Yellow Day' (hari kuning) &amp;amp; seorang kakitangan yang menggunakan &lt;i&gt;mug&lt;/i&gt; bewarna merah telah diaibkan. Babak ini jelas menduga memori saya kepada isu Bersih 2.0 tersebut!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do you know how demoralizing it is that I've saved the world twice and still be groveling for a job. Government knows, I mean they could hook me up with a job right here in  D.C. I should be working with the Autobots otherwise it's not fair."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Sam Witwicky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6N0yYO6ao-k/TiQZFTpRmhI/AAAAAAAABZc/PAev2YqsiuI/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6N0yYO6ao-k/TiQZFTpRmhI/AAAAAAAABZc/PAev2YqsiuI/s400/darkofthemoon-blog010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dylan Gould, seorang jutawan yang mempunyai hobi mewah suka mengumpul kereta berjenama &amp;amp; sangat mahal. Secara lahiriah, dia seorang lelaki yang sangat menarik &amp;amp; mampu meraih kepercayaan ramai dengan sikap toleransinya. Namun secara batiniah, dia taksub dengan kemewahan yang dimiliki hingga sanggup menggadai maruah kemanusiaannya kepada Decepticons! Dia adalah antara contoh manusia yang termasuk dalam kategori 'Fear of Poverty' yang disebut oleh Napolean Hill dalam bukunya berjudul 'Think and Grow Rich' (1937) sebagai jenis yang "&lt;i&gt;grew out of man’s inherited tendency to prey upon his fellow man economically&lt;/i&gt; (berkembang daripada kecenderungan diwarisi manusia untuk memangsakan rakannya secara ekonomi)". &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Motif:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"&gt;Sentimen  anti-kerajaan adalah gerakan kuno yang cuba menjatuhkan tampuk   pemerintahan yang sedia ada tidak kira kerajaan sedang berkelakuan baik   atau buruk, yang penting peralihan kuasa berlaku dipihak yang berebut!   Yang menjadi kelebihan sentimen ini ialah teknologi yang semakin  canggih  sesuai dengan peredaran semasa untuk berkomunikasi terus kepada  rakyat  demi memperoleh keyakinan mereka. Kalau jangkaan saya betul,  mungkin kita sedang berhadapan dengan era kebangkitan &lt;i&gt;anti-statism&lt;/i&gt;  melalui ideologi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_David_Thoreau" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"&gt; (Civil Disobedience) dalam gerakan demokrasi di negara kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEMOKRASI vs. REPUBLIKAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti saya juga bila menulis reviu ini, jalan cerita filem 'TRANSFORMERS: DARK OF THE MOON' turut dipengaruhi oleh senario politik di negaranya sendiri yang boleh dikatakan tidak banyak beza dengan kefahaman politik di negara kita.&amp;nbsp;Dalam filem ini, anda akan dikejutkan dengan babak Megatron meletupkan tugu Abraham Lincoln (Tugu 1920) yang terletak di Lincoln Memorial (National Mall, Washington D.C., U.S.A). Seperti yang telah saya sebut tentang &lt;i&gt;anti-statism&lt;/i&gt;, ia merupakan salah  satu cabang pengaruh The Republican dengan presiden pertamanya ialah  Abraham Lincoln iaitu Presiden Amerika Syarikat yang ke-16, dimana Optimus Prime tidak secara langsung dikatakan memiliki ciri² kepimpinan seperti beliau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rhLvWhUlrA/TiRq96ppSLI/AAAAAAAABZs/5gi8XXjChgM/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rhLvWhUlrA/TiRq96ppSLI/AAAAAAAABZs/5gi8XXjChgM/s400/darkofthemoon-blog012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simboliknya filem ini bila menyentuh soal kefahaman politik ialah   bagaimana jalan cerita mencernakan fahaman republikan menjadi lebih   demokrasi.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We were once a peaceful race of intelligent mechanical beings. But then  came the war, between the Autobots that fought for freedom and the  Decepticons that dreamt of tyranny. Over matched and outnumbered, our  defeat was all but certain. But in the war's final days one Autobot ship  escaped the battle, it was carrying a secret cargo which would have  changed our planets fate. A desperate mission, our final hope. A hope  that vanished."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: Optimus Prime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k90kyGX16Ck/TiMpZjz27qI/AAAAAAAABZM/IFETHVYIMvE/s1600/darkofthemoon-blog011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k90kyGX16Ck/TiMpZjz27qI/AAAAAAAABZM/IFETHVYIMvE/s400/darkofthemoon-blog011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin disaat menjelangnya Pilihanraya Umum yang akan muncul bila² masa sahaja lagi di Malaysia—pelbagai tohmahan, fitnah, konspirasi, prejudis, hipokrit, skandal, perbalahan agama, isu perkauman &amp;amp; macam² lagi berita sensasi politik akan kita dengar daripada semua pihak yang ingin memerintah. Itu semua adalah asam garam dunia politik yang terpaksa kita, rakyatnya terima sebagai langkah mereka memanipulasi minda kita supaya mencari pihak yang dirasakan sesuai untuk dominan di dalam kerajaan Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Your leaders will now understand: Decepticons will never leave your  planet alone, and we needed them to believe we had gone. For today, in  the name of freedom, we take the battle to them!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;::: Optimus Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Motif: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Tetapi seteruk manapun yang mereka dakwa krisis di Malaysia, ada negara yang lebih teruk krisisnya  dengan ekonomi yang 100% lumpuh! Kita masih boleh bersyukur negara kita  ada sistem transformasi ekonomi yang boleh diperbaiki, dasar pembangunan  yang boleh dilaksanakan &amp;amp; kebebasan bersuara yang masih  terkawal&amp;nbsp; dasar keceluparannya. Keputusan terakhir di tangan anda  sebagai penonton versi Transformers, transformasi bagaimana yang anda  mahukan sebagai rakyat di negara demokrasi ini? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;Errr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;... saya maksudkan Malaysia bukan Amerika Syarikat!&lt;/span&gt; ^_^"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1872933899083816515?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1872933899083816515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1872933899083816515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1872933899083816515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1872933899083816515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/bersih-transformers-20.html' title='BERSIH THE TRANSFORMERS 2.0'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xN2Ht3PqUbI/TiFdh12G54I/AAAAAAAABYM/OPrm5_3Y3kg/s72-c/darkofthemoon-blog002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6624359841774814733</id><published>2011-07-16T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T00:56:06.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWN QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>TAHAJJUD CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mampukah kau mencintaiku hanya dengan melihat mataku tanpa perlu membayangkan rupa parasku? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mengertikah kau cinta di hatimu bila rupa parasku menjadikan kau taksub kepadaku?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2w4h2vwgo8/TiBwbOW4IVI/AAAAAAAABXs/111p_g7KOTI/s1600/wallaper-tahajjudcinta-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2w4h2vwgo8/TiBwbOW4IVI/AAAAAAAABXs/111p_g7KOTI/s400/wallaper-tahajjudcinta-blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bolehkah kau mencintaiku seperti hatimu di hatiku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6624359841774814733?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6624359841774814733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6624359841774814733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6624359841774814733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6624359841774814733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/tahajjud-cinta.html' title='TAHAJJUD CINTA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E2w4h2vwgo8/TiBwbOW4IVI/AAAAAAAABXs/111p_g7KOTI/s72-c/wallaper-tahajjudcinta-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7960491707585438172</id><published>2011-07-12T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T01:23:00.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWN QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>TELATAH HATI KITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalaulah hati boleh bersuara sendiri, pasti hari ini jodoh masing-masing sudah sampai menurut takdir-Nya. Sayangnya hati kita ada kaunselor sendiri, yakni akal yang dipengaruhi oleh pengamatan mata dan telinga. Justeru semakin banyak pengaruh yang diterima akal, banyak fikirnya, semakin tenggelam hasrat sebenar hati kita bersuara—tanda bila hati sudah tertutup dari nyatanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cinta bertaut dijarak jauh,&lt;br /&gt;Bila bertemu tersalah sauh,&lt;br /&gt;Hatinya ingin nak bersungguh,&lt;br /&gt;Namun halanya tidak bersuluh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GZk1kcevLw/ThstV4mbMvI/AAAAAAAABXo/epUfKNXhZi8/s1600/telatahhatikita-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GZk1kcevLw/ThstV4mbMvI/AAAAAAAABXo/epUfKNXhZi8/s400/telatahhatikita-blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bila rindu semakin memberat,&lt;br /&gt;Apa kerja pun tak kuasa dibuat,&lt;br /&gt;Hati sakit bak dihambat-hambat,&lt;br /&gt;Minta dicintai dengan lebih dekat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wahai cinta, marilah kita sama berdoa agar diberi peluang untuk melihat jalan kita berdua yang pasti seadanya. Andainya tiada ruang untuk kita lagi, redhalah bahawa cinta kita tetap sama, hanya jasad untuk kita cintai saja berbeza. Namun jika cinta kita sudah termaktub ditakdir-Nya, mana mungkin bisa kita hindarinya apatah lagi mengkhianati kehendak-Nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7960491707585438172?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7960491707585438172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7960491707585438172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7960491707585438172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7960491707585438172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/telatah-hati-kita.html' title='TELATAH HATI KITA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GZk1kcevLw/ThstV4mbMvI/AAAAAAAABXo/epUfKNXhZi8/s72-c/telatahhatikita-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5751577051001653812</id><published>2011-07-12T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:29:01.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>BILA KITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1oFOtBBUIo/ThsjbYECqNI/AAAAAAAABXk/mtk2y0CUXmI/s1600/bilakita-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1oFOtBBUIo/ThsjbYECqNI/AAAAAAAABXk/mtk2y0CUXmI/s320/bilakita-blog.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5751577051001653812?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5751577051001653812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5751577051001653812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5751577051001653812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5751577051001653812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/bila-kita.html' title='BILA KITA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G1oFOtBBUIo/ThsjbYECqNI/AAAAAAAABXk/mtk2y0CUXmI/s72-c/bilakita-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6225936287240061718</id><published>2011-07-12T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:13:21.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWN QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>CITA &amp; CINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVk5sn0yqZg/ThsgL-t_iYI/AAAAAAAABXg/zXS_i9M7tGA/s1600/citadancinta001-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVk5sn0yqZg/ThsgL-t_iYI/AAAAAAAABXg/zXS_i9M7tGA/s400/citadancinta001-blog.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6225936287240061718?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6225936287240061718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6225936287240061718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6225936287240061718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6225936287240061718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/cita-cinta.html' title='CITA &amp; CINTA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TVk5sn0yqZg/ThsgL-t_iYI/AAAAAAAABXg/zXS_i9M7tGA/s72-c/citadancinta001-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6521166309883550408</id><published>2011-07-10T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T07:49:16.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>KAIHATU &amp; KAIGA: BISU SI PERINDU (BHG. 2/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Each and every person has experiences. They may be great or small, deep or high, boring or exciting. But for me, the amazing thing always is 'experience' itself. Their value is subjective, and they depend very much on the person who's judging them."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: The Mute's Soliloquy (Page 282)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enam tahun berlalu semenjak kepulangannya di Indonesia dari Irkutsk, Russia pada tahun 1959 dan berkenalan dengan seorang jururawat bernama Kaiga. Banyak juga yang telah dilaluinya sepanjang enam tahun di tanahair sendiri. Banyak pembangunan yang perlu dilaksanakan secara peribadi dan banyak lagi masalah yang perlu ditanganinya untuk memperoleh keselesaan hidup. Dalam kebanyakan itu semua, ada janjinya yang telah tercicir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ketika di era pergolakan Indonesia dan pada Oktober 1965 dimana bermulanya pembunuhan beramai-ramai oleh anti-komunis, Kaihatu merupakan salah seorang kakitangan Pejabat Kebudayaan di Kebayoran, Jakarta Selatan. Era yang menyaksikan kejatuhan Presiden Sukarno yang memimpin Parti Komunis Indonesia/PKI itu telah membuka lembaran baru buat rakyat Indonesia, termasuk Kaihatu bila menjelangnya tahun 1966. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubungan baik Kaihatu dengan beberapa kenamaan dari puak Maluku menjanjikannya satu perubahan besar, dia memperolehi pinjaman berpuluh-puluh juta rupiah. Dengan pinjaman tersebut dia telah membeli sebuah kilang kapur barus dan satu-satunya perusahaan seumpamanya di Indonesia ketika itu. Dalam sekelip mata, daripada seorang yang tidak punya apa-apa, dia telah menjadi kaya-raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malangnya dalam meraih kejayaan itu, dia masih naif dan kurang pengetahuan tentang kerakusan manusia-manusia yang jahat serta tamak. Dituduh sebagai komunis, dalam sekelip mata kemewahannya ditarik, dan dia ditahan di penjara tentera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ketika di dalam tahanan itulah dia mengerti maksud hidup kesepian yang benar-benar sepi. Ibubapa serta keluarganya berkerakyatan Belanda dan semuanya menetap di Netherlands, langsung tidak dapat dihubungi gara-gara sekatan oleh pihak berkuasa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ketika di dalam tahanan Cellblock R di Penjara Salemba pada Jun 1969, Kaihatu telah didekati oleh seorang lagi tahanan bernama Pramoedya Ananta Toer. Ketika itu kondisi fizikalnya sungguh menyedihkan dan Pramoedya tidak nafikan ada sesuatu tentang dia yang ingin dibicara, apatah lagi bila mengetahui namanya Kaihatu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kamu bernama Kaihatu, bukan? Kamu pernah ke luar negara?" Tanya Pramoedya ketika bermesyuarat kejuruteraan bersamanya sendirian di suatu malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tidak." Jawab Kaihatu tanpa perasaan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti tahanan lain, kesihatan Kaihatu tidak pernah stabil. Fizikalnya terlalu kurus dan pinggangnya sangat kecil hingga memberi kesan kepada postur tubuhnya sampai berjalan pun tidak pernah lurus. Dikondisi begitu, Pramoedya membayangkan betapa Kaiga mungkin melihat Kaihatu yang lebih sihat serta segak dan tidak sedaif ini. Mengolah fizikalnya kini yang tinggi dan kurus kering, berkulit gelap, rambut berombak, hidung lurus nan mancung serta bibir terjuih, sukar meramal pemuda yang dirindui oleh Kaiga itu ialah Kaihatu ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun naluri Pramoedya merasakan inilah orangnya. Biarpun Kaihatu banyak tidur kerana tekanan darah rendah, bila sedarnya dia banyak bermain gitar dan bernyanyi. Sifat ini mendekatkan lagi Pramoedya kepada ciri-ciri yang disebut oleh Kaiga suatu ketika dahulu; seorang pemuda yang pernah mewakili Indonesia ke Festival Belia di Vienna pada tahun 1959 namun terkandas di Irkutsk lantas bertemu dengannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tetapi kamu suka muzik, bukan?" Tanya Pramoedya mencari kepastian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ya." Ringkas jawapannya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kamu pernah sertai delegasi Indonesia ke Festival Belia di Vienna?" Lagi Pramoedya bertanya mencari ketelusan jawapan yang pasti, biarpun sudah diketahui jawapannya dia tidak pernah ke luar negara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tidak." Jawapnya dingin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pramoedya mulai hilang rasa yakin bahawa inilah Kaihatu yang dicarinya. Namun untuk tidak meletakkan jurang salah faham diatas pertanyaan-pertanyaannya, lalu dia menceritakan tentang pengembaraannya ke Irkutsk pada Oktober 1960. Bagaimana dia didatangi seorang gadis tempatan di sana yang ingin mengutus pakej kepada jejaka yang dimaksudkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaihatu tidak berganjak bila mendengar rentetan cerita Pramoedya itu, namun dia tidak pula membalas apa-apa. Akhirnya Pramoedya sekali lagi bertanya "Kamu biasa dengan nama Kaiga?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiba-tiba Kaihatu terbatuk dan menggelengkan kepala, kemudian membongkok serta mencapai gitarnya. Pramoedya rasa terkesan dan terus terdetik di hatinya untuk berkata "Inilah orangnya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIDIx3hWJj8/Thlo7CCVuqI/AAAAAAAABXU/Awddi928SKQ/s1600/kaihatu002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIDIx3hWJj8/Thlo7CCVuqI/AAAAAAAABXU/Awddi928SKQ/s400/kaihatu002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada Julai 1969, 500 tahanan dipindahkan dari Penjara Salemba ke Penjara Karang Tengah di Pulau Nusa Kambangan. Beberapa hari kemudian, 31 tahanan termasuk Pramoedya Ananta Toer dipindahkan pula ke Penjara Limusbuntu, yakni destinasi terakhir sebelum mereka dibawa ke Pulau Buru pada 16hb. Ogos 1969. Pramoedya termasuk dalam kumpulan tahanan politik pertama yang menetap di Buru dalam Unit 3, iaitu kem paling terasing yang kemudiannya dikenali sebagai Winayasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 bulan kemudian, Kaihatu menyusul dan muncul di hadapan Pramoedya saat mentari pagi Ahad mulai menampakkan cerianya. Dia ditempatkan di Unit 2 yang kemudiannya dikenali sebagai Wanareja, kem yang mengisi tahanan paling dibenci pihak berkuasa. Kaihatu kelihatannya lebih sihat daripada sebelumnya, mudah tersenyum dan tergelak bila sukanya.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun pada 14hb. November 1973, Kaihatu dan Pramoedya ditempatkan dalam kem yang sama, iaitu Unit 1 atau kemudiannya dikenali sebagai Wanapura. Kini Kaihatu kelihatannya lebih kurus yang teramat, bongkoknya seakan kekal dan kulitnya lebih gelap daripada yang pernah dilihat oleh Pramoedya. Seluar yang dipakainya terlalu singkat—mengecut dek usia, air dan lumpur. Geronggang matanya semakin dalam, menjadikan ia kelihatan besar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jika dulu Pramoedya mengenali Kaihatu sebagai seorang lelaki yang pendiam tapi kini gayanya sudah tidak mampu dan tidak segagah untuk menyuarakan apa-apa. Sepatah dua kata hanya akan disusuli batuk yang sangat dalam. Sering kelihatan dia cuba melapangkan tekaknya atau batuk. Nadanya perlahan dan nafasnya terhenjut-henjut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Difahamkan Kaihatu telah didera para tentera, kebanyakannya puak Maluku. Difahamkan ada seorang berkuasa di Kementerian Informasi, puak Maluku juga, yang disebut suka melihat tentera-tentera Maluku mendera Kaihatu. Sehinggakan kini Kaihatu bagai sudah tiada daging ditulangnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun Kaihatu seorang yang keras kepala, kuat semangat dan sentiasa redha dengan nasib diri. Dia jenis manusia yang lebih rela mati daripada melakukan sesuatu yang bertentangan dengan nalurinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bagaimanapun semenjak menetap di unit yang sama, persaudaraan antara Kaihatu dan Pramoedya semakin akrab. Mereka sering saling kunjung-mengunjung dipenginapan masing-masing dan disuatu hari, Kaihatu memanggang hasil tangkapannya paling besar, ikan &lt;i&gt;mujair&lt;/i&gt; untuk hidangan bersama Pramoedya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sila makan," Pelawa Kaihatu penuh bangga sambil ketawa riang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ini hari yang baik." Sambungnya lagi biar payah untuk dia menahan sesak di dada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di saat itulah Kaihatu mulai selesa bercerita tentang kisah silamnya, tentang mengapa dia terjebak sebagai tahanan politik, latar belakang keluarganya dan kenapa setiap pakej rawatan yang dihantar buatnya tidak pernah kesampaian. Namun tiada satu pun berkait dengan Kaiga atau pengalamannya ke luar negara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada tahun 1974, Pramoedya bertanya lagi "Kamu pernah ke Siberia?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaihatu terbatuk. Sambil menggaru kepalanya dia memandang Pramoedya sambil mengangguk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jelas terpancar sinar kepuasan di wajah Pramoedya, sangkaannya selama ini membuktikan kebenaran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Maka kamu benar-benar mengenali Kaiga, gadis di Irkutsk itu?" Tanya Pramoedya memastikan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ya, saya kenal." Jawabnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Wah... selama 14 tahun saya mencari seorang lelaki bernama Kaihatu dan akhirnya ia benar-benar kamu!" Syukuri Pramoedya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya tahu... saya mohon maaf," Pinta Kaihatu kesal. "Tapi ketika itu saya masih muda."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pramoedya tergamam seketika lalu bersuara "Apa? Kamu ingat kamu seorang sahaja yang pernah muda?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Melihat kepada rambut Kaihatu yang semakin memutih, Pramoedya langsung menceritakan tentang isi kandungan pakej yang diberi oleh Kaiga itu. Menceritakan isi kandungan dua buah buku yang dikirimkan oleh Kaiga yang diizinkan membacanya dalam penerbangan pulang ke Indonesia. Salah satu buku mengisi cerita kanak-kanak tentang seekor kuda tua dan catatan Kaiga buat Kaihatu, di muka surat kosong buku tersebut— ayat seruan cinta yang memanggil kekasihnya dari dataran-dataran Siberia yang bersalji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Menjangkakan bahawa yang berlaku itu tidak berlaku," Ujar Pramoedya kepada Kaihatu. "Pastinya pakej itu masih berada di &lt;i&gt;armoire&lt;/i&gt; saya selama 14 tahun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaihatu terus setia mendengar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Pada 13hb. Oktober 1965, rumah dan harta benda saya telah dimusnahkan oleh sekumpulan &lt;i&gt;vandal&lt;/i&gt;. Termasuklah pakej itu, turut musnah sama sekali. Maafkan saya." Akui Pramoedya dengan rasa kesal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duduk kekal di situ, sangat membongkok, Kaihatu mengomel sendirian seperti yang Kaiga pernah gambarkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Melalui kamu juga saya memohon ampun kepada Kaiga." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mendengarkan itu, Kaihatu langsung terdiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kamu kenal dia, kan?" Pramoedya bertanya untuk kepastian buat kesekian kalinya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam nada berbisik, Kaihatu menjawab "Ya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semenjak itu tiada lagi bicara tentang Siberia, Irkutsk atau Kaiga. Batuk Kaihatu semakin parah, teruknya hampir tidak berhenti. Bila dia berjalan sendirian, dia kelihatannya tidak fokus dengan dunia di sekeliling. Dia seolah-olah seorang lelaki yang hidup di dalam mimpi-mimpinya sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What I'm trying to tell you is that experience when not assessed, either by the person experiencing it or by someone else, will be a sheet of paper torn from the book of life, absent meaning. Experiences are none other than the building stones of life. Therefore, learn to evaluate your own experiences."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: The Mute's Soliloquy (Page 282)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di dalam buangan di Buru ini, Kaihatu telah mencipta sebuah lagu berjudul  'Karang Tumaritis'; liriknya dihasilkan oleh orang lain. Lagu yang  langsung bisu buat si perindu.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nota:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kisah ini merupakan olahan saya yang diadaptasi daripada sebuah kisah yang tulis oleh Pramoedya Ananta Toer melalui buku autobiografinya berjudul 'The Mute's Soliloquy' dalam bab 'Music, Sports, Self-Defense &amp;amp; A Story' (warkah buat anak perempuannya bernama Yana).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6521166309883550408?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6521166309883550408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6521166309883550408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6521166309883550408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6521166309883550408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/kaihatu-kaiga-bisu-si-perindu-bhg-22.html' title='KAIHATU &amp; KAIGA: BISU SI PERINDU (BHG. 2/2)'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AIDIx3hWJj8/Thlo7CCVuqI/AAAAAAAABXU/Awddi928SKQ/s72-c/kaihatu002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7955380015783865120</id><published>2011-07-10T04:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:58:13.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>KAIHATU &amp; KAIGA: BISU SI PERINDU (BHG. 1/2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If a person really does feel something, then he or she must do something about it—whether it be through thought or action. I hope you'll keep this in mind: Though one doesn't have to feel pity for another, one is still obliged to help." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;::: The Mute's Soliloquy (Page 273)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada tahun 1959, sebuah delegasi anak-anak muda Indonesia melintasi Irkutsk, Rusia dalam perjalanan mereka menuju ke Festival Belia di Vienna, Austria. Delegasi tersebut telah menaiki keretapi di Canton menuju ke Peking dimana mereka kemudiannya menyertai Trans-Siberian Rail ke Eropah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tetapi di sini, di Irkutsk, salah seorang daripada ahli delegasinya, seorang pemuda, terpaksa diturunkan untuk ditempatkan di sebuah hospital kerana sakit. Dia dipanggil Kaihatu, seorang pemuda berdarah Belanda yang dewasa sebagai anak jati Indonesia. Di hospital tersebut, Kaihatu telah dijaga dengan rapi oleh seorang jururawat bernama Kaiga, dan dalam sekelip mata mereka menjadi mesra bagaikan sahabat yang sedang bercinta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaiga seorang gadis berusia awal 20-an, berambut hitam, bermata sepet dengan wajah serta pipi yang bulat, tubuh bersaiz besar, berdarah kacukan Rusia dan Mongol. Fasih berbahasa Inggeris menjadikan komunikasinya bersama Kaihatu tidak langsung sulit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepanjang merawat dan menjaga jejaka Indonesia itu di hospital, Kaiga langsung tertarik kepada keperibadiannya; mengenali cara dia berbicara dan mengomel serta memuji bakatnya bermain muzik serta menyanyi. Di situ juga sama langsungnya, Kaihatu mengenali Kaiga sebagai seorang gadis yang jujur dan ikhlas serta minat membaca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sesudah Kaihatu sembuh, dia pun meninggalkan Irkutsk untuk pulang ke Indonesia. Sebelum pergi, dia telah berjanji kepada Kaiga akan mengutus surat. Gadis itu percaya pada janjinya kerana ketulusan dan rasa kasihnya pada pemuda itu. Biarpun jangka waktu perkenalan mereka tidak selama mana, bahkan yang singkat itu juga telah meninggalkan kesan sedalamnya di jiwa yang ikhlas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun hari demi hari, bulan demi bulan dan setahun berlalu, tiada khabar yang diterima Kaiga daripada Kaihatu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67pXndZj1OA/ThippZv-R5I/AAAAAAAABXQ/L68810fU6r0/s1600/kaihatu001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67pXndZj1OA/ThippZv-R5I/AAAAAAAABXQ/L68810fU6r0/s400/kaihatu001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maka di penghujung Oktober pada tahun 1960, Kaiga telah menerima berita bahawa ada seorang warga terhormat Indonesia berada di kota Irkutsk selepas menyaksikan sebuah projek belia di Bratsk. Warga itu bernama Pramoedya Ananta Toer dan tanpa banyak bicara, Kaiga bertekad untuk menghubungi Kaihatu melaluinya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lalu dia segera menuju ke hotel di mana Pramoedya menginap, namun kecewa bila difahamkan beliau sudah keluar bersiar-siar di kota Irkutsk petang itu. Justeru Kaiga meninggalkan nota buat Pramoedya bahawa dia akan kembali keesokan pagi sebelum beliau pulang ke negaranya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seperti yang dijanjikan, mereka bertemu di keesokan paginya di lobi hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya difahamkan tuan akan meninggalkan Irkutsk hari ini, maka saya pantas ke mari. Saya berharap tuan dapat membantu saya." Ujar Kaiga dalam bahasa Inggeris yang fasih. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nadanya begitu sayu, seolah dia benar-benar perlukan bantuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Siapa tahu... apa-apa saja... biar sekecil manapun pasti membuat saya senang." Ujarnya lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pramoedya melihat waktu di jam tangannya kerana ia sudah masa untuk dia berangkat. Dikesempatan yang singkat itu juga Kaiga telah menceritakan secara ringkas kisah pertemuannya dengan Kaihatu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya jururawatnya." Kata Kaiga yang kelihatan begitu sedih—terpancar di bening matanya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Siapa namanya?" Tanya Pramoedya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kaihatu... " Perlahan Kaiga menutur nama yang dirinduinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tuan kenal dia?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tidak, saya tidak tahu." Jawab Pramoedya sambil terfikir mungkin gadis ini tidak sedar bahawa Indonesia itu adalah sebuah negara yang terdiri hampir daripada 14,000 pulau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Malang," balasnya lalu menyambung "Namun begitu, saya berharap tuan dapat membantu saya menghubungi dia. Saya telah menulis surat ini buatnya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kaiga lantas mengangkat satu bungkusan di pangkunya lalu diletak di atas meja berhadapan mereka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Terpulanglah pada tuan, sudah tentu, tetapi saya berharap tuan dapat memberi pakej ini kepadanya. Sekadar dua buah buku, tidak cukup untuk menambah beban tuan dalam penerbangan. Kalau mahu, tuan juga boleh membacanya dalam  kapal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sesudah itu, dia mengucapkan selamat tinggal kepada Pramoedya dan langsung ke tempat kerjanya. Saat itu juga, Pramoedya Ananta Toer bergegas menuju ke lapangan terbang bersama bungkusan tersebut dan pulang ke Indonesia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nota:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kisah ini merupakan olahan saya yang diadaptasi daripada sebuah kisah yang tulis oleh Pramoedya Ananta Toer melalui buku autobiografinya berjudul 'The Mute's Soliloquy' dalam bab 'Music, Sports, Self-Defense &amp;amp; A Story' (warkah buat anak perempuannya bernama Yana).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7955380015783865120?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7955380015783865120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7955380015783865120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7955380015783865120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7955380015783865120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/kaihatu-kaiga-bisu-si-perindu-bhg-12.html' title='KAIHATU &amp; KAIGA: BISU SI PERINDU (BHG. 1/2)'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-67pXndZj1OA/ThippZv-R5I/AAAAAAAABXQ/L68810fU6r0/s72-c/kaihatu001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1332226500811847448</id><published>2011-07-04T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:26:00.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMP PROJECT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ILLUSTRATIONS'/><title type='text'>THE EMBLEM OF XANITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thursday — 30th June 2011/28th Rajab 1432&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time: 1.27 am (Malaysia)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mark the date tonight that I've cried a lot after understood my true being. Something I just found out after a series of memory flashback since childhood, what I was referred as in a book &amp;amp; I'm sure that's me. Then I discovered there's a term where Rasulullah s.a.w. witnessed my kind. I pray &amp;amp; I read Quran, but nothing can swept this feeling that I'm not human... to a betrayal."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— Xanith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFAlSCAZwjU/ThG0yQlBuFI/AAAAAAAABW8/svh7IvBSU0U/s1600/mukhanathun004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFAlSCAZwjU/ThG0yQlBuFI/AAAAAAAABW8/svh7IvBSU0U/s400/mukhanathun004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"In the history of mankind, there lies another kind... far &amp;amp; beyond the knowledge of the modern scholars, or in denial. The kind that will challenge your faith... beyond your expectation, unless you believe in Him &amp;amp; His creations thoroughly." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGXhcWHigjY/ThHBKKnKygI/AAAAAAAABXA/EnQ9Ts8Nz88/s1600/mukhanathun001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGXhcWHigjY/ThHBKKnKygI/AAAAAAAABXA/EnQ9Ts8Nz88/s400/mukhanathun001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The emblem 1st mirrored&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...مخنثون&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXBRz38GqCc/ThHSzC8uOMI/AAAAAAAABXI/SOok2h_pLuA/s1600/mukhanathun002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXBRz38GqCc/ThHSzC8uOMI/AAAAAAAABXI/SOok2h_pLuA/s400/mukhanathun002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The emblem 2nd mirrored&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If you look inside the eyes of a man &amp;amp; fell for the heart of a lady, don't turn away &amp;amp; say the feeling isn't true. If you happen to love the man with respect for dignity of a virgin lady, you fell for the right soul given by fate. No evil can create love from the heart of a human being but lust &amp;amp; no lust can penetrate the soul of a pure love unless taken."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2D7ml_dHQY/ThHUlhK8PSI/AAAAAAAABXM/kz7DUfn-l8w/s1600/mukhanathun003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2D7ml_dHQY/ThHUlhK8PSI/AAAAAAAABXM/kz7DUfn-l8w/s400/mukhanathun003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The emblem reversed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1332226500811847448?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1332226500811847448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1332226500811847448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1332226500811847448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1332226500811847448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/emblem-of-xanith.html' title='THE EMBLEM OF XANITH'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFAlSCAZwjU/ThG0yQlBuFI/AAAAAAAABW8/svh7IvBSU0U/s72-c/mukhanathun004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6086855871354496839</id><published>2011-07-04T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T12:28:17.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><title type='text'>IRIDESCENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You were standing in the wake of devastation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you were waiting on the edge of the unknown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2P9KdpAzci8/ThE2IfTwTPI/AAAAAAAABWQ/kEk2pmxJ0uU/s400/01-iridescent-001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And with the cataclysm raining down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insides crying "Save me now"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You were there, impossibly alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8d5aKUzY6Fs/ThE2fu8NEjI/AAAAAAAABWY/csu8PRqUbco/s400/01-iridescent-002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember all the sadness and frustration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And let it go. Let it go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzAWpDvuo50/ThE24Rr1c2I/AAAAAAAABWc/muqi4M507H4/s400/01-iridescent-003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And in a burst of light that blinded every angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvCqOb2wfPw/ThE3aIhTNkI/AAAAAAAABWg/1zZH_e3tm6g/s400/01-iridescent-004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgfngwwBUVA/ThE4H-jCXdI/AAAAAAAABWo/LH6YvNPhTpU/s400/01-iridescent-006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You felt the gravity of tempered grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falling into empty space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one there to catch you in their arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6AYUN4ORg7s/ThE4cFTBIVI/AAAAAAAABWs/iYro2xT8KNo/s400/01-iridescent-007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember all the sadness and frustration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And let it go. Let it go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1cGK4C6G9o/ThE4jJpwCDI/AAAAAAAABWw/Xaojg-AN9h4/s400/01-iridescent-008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;desperation&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;build&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;’s &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;let it go. Let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM9pYBLjb3c/ThE4szYm6_I/AAAAAAAABW0/_uq56rigSpY/s400/01-iridescent-009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let it go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIBCN9ec"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QYGoyHhyZw/ThE2XAeKGtI/AAAAAAAABWU/u621NqDFLgE/s400/01-iridescent-012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Remember all the sadness and frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; And let it go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let it go... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ost 'Transformers: Dark of the Moon'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6086855871354496839?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6086855871354496839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6086855871354496839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6086855871354496839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6086855871354496839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/07/iridescent.html' title='IRIDESCENT'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2P9KdpAzci8/ThE2IfTwTPI/AAAAAAAABWQ/kEk2pmxJ0uU/s72-c/01-iridescent-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1077008042900878737</id><published>2011-07-03T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:03:59.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>GATRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bila Kini Ku Sesali&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Di Kala Tak Mungkin Kembali&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saat Jatuh Cinta Lagi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adakah Yang Masih Mengerti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aku Masih Di sini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mengira Detik-Detik Terakhir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kala Rinduku Berdarah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Masihkah Aku Teguh Menantinya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Takkan Terdaya Mengungkapkan Rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Satu Antara Resah Yang Berjuta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hadirnya Gerhana Ketika Terpancar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pelangi Yang Indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Saat Tertawa Berbungakan Duka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bila Ada Dan Tiada Untuk Didengarnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hinggakan Berubah Tumpu Lafaz Semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aura Gatra-gatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OST 'Kitab Cinta' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artis:&lt;/b&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKaKzS0GDFY/TgNjBQ33D1I/AAAAAAAABWM/ZRvHE8dpXt8/s1600/posetoremeber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKaKzS0GDFY/TgNjBQ33D1I/AAAAAAAABWM/ZRvHE8dpXt8/s320/posetoremeber.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Genap setahun tetapi rasa bagaikan 10 tahun, itulah yang saya harapkan selepas meletak jawatan utama di sidang editorial Gempak Starz™ pada 14hb. April 2010 &amp;amp; berakhir 14hb. Jun 2010.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bermula Jun 2000, 10 tahun berusaha dalam Industri Komik Malaysia, saya telah diangkat ke satu &lt;i&gt;level&lt;/i&gt; yang cukup tinggi selain menjadi antara yang terbaik di Gempak Starz™. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun dalam tempoh 10 tahun itu juga, segalanya saya kompaskan dengan akal &amp;amp; kotakan dengan hati—setiap peluang yang diberi walaupun berat hati saya untuk menerimanya, tetap dipikul kerana akal saya membolehkan ia mampu. Setiap konflik yang datang melanda sepanjang bergelar &lt;i&gt;'somebody'&lt;/i&gt; di dalam industri, saya tangani dengan akal walau hati merintih minta dibebaskan. Namun siapa yang tahu itu semua, kerana mereka saya bahagiakan dengan senyuman &amp;amp; keriangan saya selalu. Kalau saya marah kerana tugas, saya tersenyum juga kerana tugas malah diam juga kerana tugas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akhirnya bila saya membuat keputusan berkompaskan hati &amp;amp; dikotakan dengan akal untuk meletak jawatan, ada yang menyindir bahawa saya mementingkan diri sendiri &amp;amp; ada pula yang bertanggapan saya terlebih emosional selepas arwah ibu saya meninggal. Apapun bila keputusan saya sudah berkompaskan hati, ia tetap hak saya &amp;amp; lantaklah apa orang hendak kata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akal saya sudah tidak kuasa untuk serabut fikir apa orang lain kata, yang penting &lt;b&gt;FAKHRUL ANOUR ABDULLAH&lt;/b&gt; adalah salah satu nama yang bukan asing di dalam Industri Komik Malaysia. Impian saya semenjak kecil untuk menjadi sebahagian daripada keluarga penggiat industri tersebut sudah tercapai, bukan sekadar bakat melukis komik saya dihargai malah suara saya juga turut didengari, secara profesional. Apalagi yang boleh saya katakan kecuali bersyukur ke hadrat Ilahi kerana sedaif-daif insan seperti saya tetap Dia peduli, asalkan kita manusia tahu menghargai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tidak dinafikan sepanjang bergiat dalam  industri, secara peribadi saya banyak berkawan dengan orang yang suka  melemparkan kata-kata gurauan yang kasar memperli. Manakala secara  profesional,  saya berkenalan dengan ramai orang yang suka memberi kata-kata membina  diri. Kedua-duanya telah memberi keseimbangan yang baik buat  keperibadian diri sepanjang tempoh saya berkhidmat dalam industri.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ohk1OX6OnP0/TfyqQT3zacI/AAAAAAAABUs/vvchmBEwphs/s1600/setahunbebas001-blog-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ohk1OX6OnP0/TfyqQT3zacI/AAAAAAAABUs/vvchmBEwphs/s320/setahunbebas001-blog-01.jpg" width="244px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baiklah, 10 tahun dalam industri sudah menjadi sejarah buat saya  &amp;amp; bermula Jun 2010, saya ingin merasai satu kebebasan yang pasti  dengan menjadi The Unconditional (Si Tanpa Syarat). Jika 10 tahun saya memegang prinsip buat industri, usai itu saya mulai memegang prinsip  untuk diri saya sendiri. Saya beri tempoh setahun untuk menjadi The Unconditional &amp;amp; kini tempoh itu hampir luput. Kini saya dalam keterujaan untuk kembali seperti 10 tahun sudah di dalam industri, insya-Allah, lebih baik semestinya. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kesimpulannya, setahun yang baru pergi saya gunakan sebaiknya demi muhasabah diri. Ia tidak memerlukan kemewahan, kesenangan mahupun  keselesaan, kerana untuk muhasabah diri, kita perlu merasai yang  payah, yang getir &amp;amp; mesti dengan usaha sendiri! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setahun sudah beransur pergi, yang buruk sudahku tepis ke  tepi, yang baik akan kekal dihargai, yang setia menanti akan mulaiku  hampiri &amp;amp; yang pasti... aku tetap di sini untuk segalanya berulang kembali. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setahun  itu banyak saya rancangkan, ada yang jadi &amp;amp; ada yang tidak,  malah ada rancangan yang masih boleh menjadi. Dalam setahun itu juga banyak takdir telah  berlaku yang mengubah rancangan-rancangan tersebut hingga  kesudahannya... saya di sini menulis pengakuan ini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7P2hYm7oeg/Tf4SZIjCfXI/AAAAAAAABU4/gphT6g0p190/s1600/setahunbebas003-blog-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A7P2hYm7oeg/Tf4SZIjCfXI/AAAAAAAABU4/gphT6g0p190/s320/setahunbebas003-blog-03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jika dipandang ke belakang, baru setahun rupanya. Dalam setahun itu sudah banyak juga komik yang saya buat berbanding sepanjang bergelar editor dahulu. Malah sudah banyak idea, pesanan &amp;amp; juga perkongsian kreatif telah saya juadahkan di laman Facebook, Wordpress serta blog ini. Kalaulah esok saya mati, tidak menyesal kerana saya masih menyumbangkan kreativiti (menulis &amp;amp; melukis) dalam setahun ini, terima kasih internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tapi masalahnya apa yang kau buat setahun &lt;b&gt;ni takder&lt;/b&gt; hasil pun. &lt;b&gt;Tak &lt;/b&gt;buat duit banyak mana pun!" Ada teman menyuarakan. Saya tidak perlu menjawab kerana dihitung setahun itu hingga ke hari ini, saya masih cukup makan, selesa tempat tidur &amp;amp; masih ada tawaran kerja untuk saya sudahkan, mungkin juga untuk saya abaikan. Juga mungkinkah dia tidak terfikir, apa yang telah saya lakukan sepanjang setahun ini mengekalkan prestasi saya dalam industri? Yang penting, saya masih di sini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lagipun teman yang bersuara itu, apalah sangat duit dalam poket kalau setiap kali gaji habis tengah bulan, hujung bulan ternganga namun masih belum ada harta untuk diwarisi sesiapa. Setakat berkepuk duit dalam poket untuk bermewah, menambahkan kalori &amp;amp; bermandikan barangan berjenama, &lt;i&gt;trust me... I've did better to bare the worse!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kita mampu tersenyum bila sesen pun tiada dalam poket? Masih tersenyum menyelesaikan hutang? Saya yakin ramai golongan sederhana di kota yang akan murung. Berbanding saya, insya-Allah sudah terlatih untuk tidak malu berjalan kaki 10 KM balik rumah sendirian, sebab duit kehabisan di poket atau berperah otak untuk melangsaikan bil-bil bulanan? &lt;i&gt;Trust me, I'm more durable than meet the eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyT1JgT5Amc/Tf4R8BEniBI/AAAAAAAABU0/XrvRYz6NQjI/s1600/setahunbebas002-blog-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyT1JgT5Amc/Tf4R8BEniBI/AAAAAAAABU0/XrvRYz6NQjI/s320/setahunbebas002-blog-02.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam setahun ini juga saya seperti makhluk berperasaan yang lain, sedang merasa pancaroba bercinta yang benar-benar sakit tetapi sangat memberangsangkan jiwa hingga membuatkan saya insaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bila cuba menafikannya, semangatku bagai ditarik pergi. Tetapi bila mengakuinya, semangatku berkobar-kobar menggila!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Namun kalau hendak dihitung perasaan &amp;amp; cinta ini, sampai bilapun tidak akan pergi. Kerana saya sudah berjanji selepas ini, hidup saya mahu berkompaskan hati &amp;amp; dikotakan akal. Maka apa pun keputusan; siapa pun dia, si kecil atau si tua, binatang atau manusia, adam atau hawa, kalau itulah pembakar semangat hidup saya yang Allah kurniakan di hati ini, saya terima seadanya sesuai dengan sifatnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setiap yang pergi pasti akan kembali, setiap yang hilang pasti akan berganti... yang patah pula pasti akan tumbuh lagi!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ya! Tidak lupa ingin saya ingatkan, banyak juga buku telah saya baca dalam setahun ini &amp;amp; menjadikan diri saya lebih berpengalaman—duit boleh dicari, tetapi hati &amp;amp; perasaan kita... wallahualam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Justeru kepada yang membaca ini, nasihat saya janganlah abaikan hati anda, kerana itulah kompas kita sebenarnya &amp;amp; jangan takut mengakui kehendaknya. Jika tidak, akal akan kehilangan arah membuat keputusan bagi memberi kita kebahagiaan yang sejati. Jauh atau dekat pun kita, dengar kata hati &amp;amp; seimbangkan dengan akal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bila akal jadi kompas, pastikan hati jadi nakhodanya...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ketika ini kebahagiaan sendiri terpaksa diabaikan dengan menumpang kebahagiaan orang lain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bila hati jadi kompas, pastikan akal jadi nakhodanya...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ketika ini kebahagiaan sendiri tidak diabaikan malah menumpangkan kebahagiaan orang lain. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akhir kata, hidup ini terlampau singkat untuk kita melupakan yang asas tentang diri kita secara emosional mahupun profesional. Semua orang boleh mengejar kekayaan, namun tidak semua kekayaan itu bererti kejayaan. Erti sebenar kejayaan bukanlah dinilai pada wang ringgit, tetapi pencapaian. Dengan pencapaian itulah akan datangnya kekayaan &amp;amp; ia berlaku bagaikan magnet; tolaklah semahunya, tertolak yang satu pasti ada yang lain datang melekat hingga kita benar-benar menolak rezeki... bila itu semua hak Allah s.w.t.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasalam... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5105848670552066586?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5105848670552066586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5105848670552066586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5105848670552066586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5105848670552066586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/06/nilai-diri-dalam-setahun.html' title='NILAI DIRI DALAM SETAHUN'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kKaKzS0GDFY/TgNjBQ33D1I/AAAAAAAABWM/ZRvHE8dpXt8/s72-c/posetoremeber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1861136791598923332</id><published>2011-06-21T01:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T01:45:31.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOW TO DRAW COMIC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><title type='text'>DA VINCI SAID... SAYA LUKIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"It's easier to resist at the beginning than at the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AtExAM2-Ns/Tf9KBHRqWOI/AAAAAAAABWI/Plp2jcEWv_k/s1600/vinci001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AtExAM2-Ns/Tf9KBHRqWOI/AAAAAAAABWI/Plp2jcEWv_k/s320/vinci001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 01:&lt;/b&gt; Bergantung kepada keselesaan saya untuk bermula melukis sebuah potret, ia bergantung kepada perasaan saya kepada karakter yang bakal saya lukis. Jika saya ingin merasa lebih mesra, saya akan bermula dengan melukis matanya... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Human subtlety will never devise an invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does nature because in her inventions nothing is lacking, and nothing is superfluous."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECTV0nWqnNQ/Tf9Jb_VjIxI/AAAAAAAABWE/UjcxY7zcEW8/s1600/vinci002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ECTV0nWqnNQ/Tf9Jb_VjIxI/AAAAAAAABWE/UjcxY7zcEW8/s320/vinci002.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 02:&lt;/b&gt; Bermula daripada mata, keseimbangan saya untuk melukis satu wajah pun bermula. Tetapi untuk memulakan sesuatu lukisan potret wajah ilusi, jika bermula dengan mata, saya belum lagi boleh membayangkan bagaimana rupa sebenarnya sesudah siap.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkuV1Bqsskc/Tf9JBIxT1gI/AAAAAAAABWA/UYiX6u3YGjI/s1600/vinci003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkuV1Bqsskc/Tf9JBIxT1gI/AAAAAAAABWA/UYiX6u3YGjI/s320/vinci003.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 03: &lt;/b&gt;Kini saya sudah boleh membayangkan struktur wajahnya dengan lebih teliti melalui penghasilan tona warna bagi menaikkan tulang-tulang wajah untuk diserasikan dengan gaya rambut.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As every divided kingdom falls, so every mind divided between many studies confounds and saps itself."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMdHKeeqnn4/Tf9IuJjnuhI/AAAAAAAABV8/VXElBZ2MVsA/s1600/vinci004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMdHKeeqnn4/Tf9IuJjnuhI/AAAAAAAABV8/VXElBZ2MVsA/s320/vinci004.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 04:&lt;/b&gt; Seterusnya saya memperbanyakkan lagi pembayang agar struktur wajah nampak lebih jelas serta berdimensi. Dengan cara ini saya akan rasa lebih mesra dengan karakter lukisan saya supaya perjalanan melakar berikutnya jadi lebih dekat di hati.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-75BJGgq1s/Tf9Ihc5F-VI/AAAAAAAABV4/jaQpjAQrlw8/s1600/vinci005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z-75BJGgq1s/Tf9Ihc5F-VI/AAAAAAAABV4/jaQpjAQrlw8/s320/vinci005.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 05:&lt;/b&gt; Apabila saya gunakan warna coklat sebagai warna asas, maka warna-warna seterusnya akan tetap menggunakan tona warna dalam rona yang sama; coklat. Untuk memilih jenis rona warna, itu bergantung pada kedudukannya dalam pewarnaan &amp;amp; ia harus ditetapkan melalui penilaian logik kita sebagai pelukis.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Common Sense is that which judges the things given to it by other senses."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sSfEHS8DGrA/Tf9ITaEEzpI/AAAAAAAABV0/OBpYRVCatHU/s1600/vinci006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sSfEHS8DGrA/Tf9ITaEEzpI/AAAAAAAABV0/OBpYRVCatHU/s320/vinci006.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 06:&lt;/b&gt; Walau dimanapun kita letak seni mewarna kita, sentiasa beringat untuk menggunakan warna dengan keseimbangan yang logik. Adakalanya kita mudah terbawa-bawa dalam mempamerkan bakat hingga lukisan yang dihasilkan lebih tampak keegoaan, berbanding kepuasan memandang sebuah seni halus untuk disyukuri.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"He who loves practice  without theory is like the sailor who boards ship without a rudder and  compass and never knows where he may cast."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypa9SUckDIk/Tf9IIGeCnXI/AAAAAAAABVw/y66VoQQBRvg/s1600/vinci007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ypa9SUckDIk/Tf9IIGeCnXI/AAAAAAAABVw/y66VoQQBRvg/s320/vinci007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 07:&lt;/b&gt; Sebagai seorang pelukis, ada waktunya melukis sesuatu bahagian itu agak membosankan. Maka apabila saya rasa sudah terlalu tipikal dalam membentuk rambutnya, maka saya akan beralih arah pula untuk menceriakan matanya. Disaat ini saya perlu lebih berhati-hati kerana sinar matanya yang sebenar akan mulai terserlah. Tersalah bentuk, saya bakal terkecewa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Life is pretty simple: You do some stuff. Most fails. Some works. You do more of what works. If it works big, others quickly copy it. Then you do something else. The trick is the doing something else."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GeXBe0QgaU/Tf9HvnRKJFI/AAAAAAAABVs/o57PJ2fMj-U/s1600/vinci008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GeXBe0QgaU/Tf9HvnRKJFI/AAAAAAAABVs/o57PJ2fMj-U/s320/vinci008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 08:&lt;/b&gt; Seperti kata Leonardo da Vinci, untuk memulakan sesuatu memang mudah &amp;amp; mudah juga untuk mengabaikan sesuatu yang baru sahaja bermula. Tetapi apabila kita sudah berada di pertengahan sesuatu, amat sukar untuk mengabaikannya. Begitulah juga apabila saya ingin menyudahkan potret ini, saya hampir gagal membayangkan ekspresi matanya yang sebenar hingga saya memberi sedikit impak keunikan. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oG9RcqMdFGQ/Tf9HaKytVFI/AAAAAAAABVo/Uf_rLJJ2IcQ/s1600/vinci009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oG9RcqMdFGQ/Tf9HaKytVFI/AAAAAAAABVo/Uf_rLJJ2IcQ/s320/vinci009.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 09:&lt;/b&gt; Saya rasa sudah selamat bila sampai ke tahap ini &amp;amp; berjaya serasikan bentuk kening dengan mata serta wajahnya. Akhirnya sebuah lagi lukisan yang tidak akan menjadi mangsa keronyokan saya.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pWtAiPQqYM/Tf7D7PLCopI/AAAAAAAABVc/mT75DdEXhRM/s1600/vinci010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pWtAiPQqYM/Tf7D7PLCopI/AAAAAAAABVc/mT75DdEXhRM/s320/vinci010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LANGKAH 10:&lt;/b&gt; Sebagai melengkapi satu wajah agar tampak lebih hidup, maka saya telah menggunakan Poppy Red, satu-satunya warna yang terkeluar dari famili warna coklat tetapi sangat berbaloi buat saya—satu kelainan untuk sebuah kelebihan. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Art is never finished, only abandoned."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;— Leonardo da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medium:&lt;/b&gt; Berol Prismacolor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1861136791598923332?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1861136791598923332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1861136791598923332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1861136791598923332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1861136791598923332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/06/da-vinci-said-saya-lukis.html' title='DA VINCI SAID... SAYA LUKIS!'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AtExAM2-Ns/Tf9KBHRqWOI/AAAAAAAABWI/Plp2jcEWv_k/s72-c/vinci001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-4695445326080416253</id><published>2011-06-16T04:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T04:29:23.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><title type='text'>GERHANA BULAN DI HATI KITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku tahu kini kau terperangkap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antara ingin mengerti atau pergi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antara ingin menyakini atau benci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antara ingin memahami untuk pasti&lt;br /&gt;bahawa kita memang saling mencintai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jarang sekali kita bicara bersemuka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apatah lagi berhubung suara ke suara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin kerana permulaan kita berbeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bercanggah cara untuk menyatakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahawa kita saling cinta dan saksama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maafkanku kerana sedetik aku terlupa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banyak benar persamaan kita aku curiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kerna terlalu lama kita berdiam rasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Konon tidak mahu aku perasannya ada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Membohongi diri sendiri tidak menyakini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahawa kita berdua memang jodohnya cinta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tinggi semangatku kembali mencinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biarpun kini payah untuk aku mengerti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jikalah kau ada rasa kembali ke sisi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tidak aku mengharap untuk mengenalpasti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahawa kau masih cintakan aku seutuhnya diri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di gerhana bulan aku terkenangkanmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mengerti betapa gerhananya dirimu merinduiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ampunkanlah diriku memberi gerhana seketika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percayalah bila selepas hilangnya gerhana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bahawa akulah cintamu selamanya...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gerhana bulan bila bumi kita selari dengan matahari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gerhana jiwa bila hati kita selari saling mencintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah bicara purnamaku yang mencintaimu.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj_MBzyzbd4/TfkOdGQB-1I/AAAAAAAABUc/NQyahpfa8So/s1600/gerhanabulan.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj_MBzyzbd4/TfkOdGQB-1I/AAAAAAAABUc/NQyahpfa8So/s320/gerhanabulan.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-4695445326080416253?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4695445326080416253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=4695445326080416253&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4695445326080416253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4695445326080416253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/06/gerhana-bulan-di-hati-kita.html' title='GERHANA BULAN DI HATI KITA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sj_MBzyzbd4/TfkOdGQB-1I/AAAAAAAABUc/NQyahpfa8So/s72-c/gerhanabulan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7955266776300431455</id><published>2011-06-12T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:46:07.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>INSIDIOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When it comes to spiritual world, the hardest part is when to make believe until you've seen it&amp;nbsp;with your own eyes.&amp;nbsp;Feels don't make you believe, feels make you think to&amp;nbsp;gain faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SGQDi6-qcw/TfOsHh2hZFI/AAAAAAAABUI/aggA3-ThqEo/s1600/insidious001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SGQDi6-qcw/TfOsHh2hZFI/AAAAAAAABUI/aggA3-ThqEo/s400/insidious001.jpg" t8="true" width="282px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why there are people who have NO FEAR? I'm not talking about those who have NO FEAR to do the extreme workout, but I'm referring to those who have NO FEAR to be left alone; in the dark, in the&amp;nbsp;wild&amp;nbsp;or even in the extreme. These people never encounter with the underworld when they are awake, but when asleep, yes they do, but not often. Though they dream of ghosts during their sleep, they don't consider such dreams as nightmares because they end up a hero when awake. How is that?! Because they won over the ghosts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why are&amp;nbsp;these people will have nightmares once a while during sleep, but they will wake up smiling &amp;amp; not bother by it?! It is because they haunted FEAR! So what are these people exactly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The insidious... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; Inspired by 'INSIDIOUS' (2011 film)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7955266776300431455?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7955266776300431455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7955266776300431455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7955266776300431455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7955266776300431455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/06/insidious.html' title='INSIDIOUS'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SGQDi6-qcw/TfOsHh2hZFI/AAAAAAAABUI/aggA3-ThqEo/s72-c/insidious001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6118358331131955307</id><published>2011-06-07T06:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:24:49.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOVIE REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>ON STRANGER TIDES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BgIyPQdEZY/Te0IHE1_NXI/AAAAAAAABT4/xO5-kwup9os/s1600/02-blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BgIyPQdEZY/Te0IHE1_NXI/AAAAAAAABT4/xO5-kwup9os/s400/02-blog.JPG" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O... Pirate O... Pirate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's a pirate everywhere you migrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once a dirk forever you're a jerk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silly old fool for the young on tool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What silly love do when his heart's a voodoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O... Pirate O... Pirate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dumb old pirate makes everybody tire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slump them on dire as their ride is on fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty young liars is what you fools desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back on supplier for the things you admire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUM0paFhoXw/Te1KJnR8w1I/AAAAAAAABT8/KNtuoBRUJw0/s1600/04-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUM0paFhoXw/Te1KJnR8w1I/AAAAAAAABT8/KNtuoBRUJw0/s320/04-blog.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O... Pirate O... Pirate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leave the ocean as a pacifier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depart yourself from being a lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing you can do but being a loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suck on every rubber just like a toddler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78eVMb8eszY/Te1KqClXDdI/AAAAAAAABUA/CFHUqptESuM/s1600/03-blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78eVMb8eszY/Te1KqClXDdI/AAAAAAAABUA/CFHUqptESuM/s320/03-blog.JPG" t8="true" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O... Pirate O... Pirate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not for you my pirate of the Caribbean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On stranger tides you saw a chameleon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trades the world at worth more than a million&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my love to you surpass the cost of a billion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be down the shore to greet you at the pavilion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ix7SFpUweU/Te1LAaYpIeI/AAAAAAAABUE/YyY_iGdSJDQ/s1600/05-blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ix7SFpUweU/Te1LAaYpIeI/AAAAAAAABUE/YyY_iGdSJDQ/s320/05-blog.jpg" t8="true" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 5th of June I went to see the remarkable gallery at Mid Valley, then on 6th of June I went to watch the movie at Pavilion. I must say as what Jack Sparrow said in the movie "... it's all about the Journey." &amp;amp; that's how I rated the movie. Indeed, the movie is all about taking a ride into&amp;nbsp;a journey of Jack Sparrow to find the Fountain of Youth. They promised Jack Sparrow will&amp;nbsp;be in&amp;nbsp;every scene, they did,&amp;nbsp;based on a novel by Tim Powers with the same titled 'On Stranger Tides', they did. Seriously... I enjoyed the journey &amp;amp; can't wait to see more of Jack Sparrow, the twisted lover&amp;nbsp;with Johnny Depp, the great actor play on the role!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6118358331131955307?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6118358331131955307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6118358331131955307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6118358331131955307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6118358331131955307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-stranger-tides.html' title='ON STRANGER TIDES'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1BgIyPQdEZY/Te0IHE1_NXI/AAAAAAAABT4/xO5-kwup9os/s72-c/02-blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-442526370710758075</id><published>2011-06-03T07:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T07:41:39.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><title type='text'>EYE OF THE TIGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idLvdhw8jAQ/Tegc_9oUYKI/AAAAAAAABTE/wkTWdnK81p4/s1600/eyeofthetiger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idLvdhw8jAQ/Tegc_9oUYKI/AAAAAAAABTE/wkTWdnK81p4/s640/eyeofthetiger.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Risin' up, back on the street &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did my time, took my chances &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Just a man and his will to survive&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many times, it happens too fast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You change your passion for glory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must fight just to keep them alive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's the eye of the tiger,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's the cream of the fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Risin' up to the challenge of our rival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And the last known survivor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;stalks his prey in the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And he's watchin' us all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;in the eye of the tiger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Face to face, out in the heat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They stack the odds 'til we take to the street &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For we kill with the skill to survive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Risin' up, straight to the top &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have the guts, got the glory &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just a man and his will to survive &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The eye of the tiger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Survivor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-442526370710758075?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/442526370710758075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=442526370710758075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/442526370710758075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/442526370710758075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/06/eye-of-tiger.html' title='EYE OF THE TIGER'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idLvdhw8jAQ/Tegc_9oUYKI/AAAAAAAABTE/wkTWdnK81p4/s72-c/eyeofthetiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-832069809507371589</id><published>2011-06-02T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:35:39.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><title type='text'>HATI YANG TERTINGGAL (03/03)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_523171857"&gt;Usah pergi kerana hati ini tidak akan pernah mahu pergi. &lt;br /&gt;Usah nafikan lagi bila rindumu membuatkan airmataku menitis.&lt;br /&gt;Usah khuatir juga jika tujuanmu hanya untuk bertanya isihati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelas aku tetap berada dimana aku sentiasa berada.&lt;br /&gt;Jelas sejauh manapun rasanya tetap dekat selalu kita.&lt;br /&gt;Jelas yang sering berbangkit dirasa kita adalah cinta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYRxZ3BoSkE/TeeCgwH3erI/AAAAAAAABSw/xyjx_iEJA4c/s1600/hati+yang+tertinggal+03+-+blog+%252803%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYRxZ3BoSkE/TeeCgwH3erI/AAAAAAAABSw/xyjx_iEJA4c/s320/hati+yang+tertinggal+03+-+blog+%252803%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-832069809507371589?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/832069809507371589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=832069809507371589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/832069809507371589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/832069809507371589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/06/hati-yang-tertinggal-0303.html' title='HATI YANG TERTINGGAL (03/03)'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYRxZ3BoSkE/TeeCgwH3erI/AAAAAAAABSw/xyjx_iEJA4c/s72-c/hati+yang+tertinggal+03+-+blog+%252803%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5613744650886384066</id><published>2011-05-28T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:59:38.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>HATI YANG TERTINGGAL (02/03)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pernah mereka bicara denganku lalu bertanya jika aku punya hati yang tertinggal. Sejenak aku termenung memikirkan maksudnya sebelum menyatakan tiada. Kelmarin persoalan itu kembali menyelusuri seluruh benak kefahamanku, menyedari bahawa ada hati yang tertinggal di diriku. Hati itu khuatir, tidak ku ketahui siapa yang punya, kerana aku masih tercari-cari pemiliknya. Di fikiranku sudah terbayangkan siapa dan nyata bukan yang berhak untuk dimiliki. Lalu aku pula bertanya pada diriku sendiri, bagaimana yang ku terfikirkan tidak lolos untuk menjadi pemiliknya? Sudahku terdaya memikirkan yang berhak namun mana mungkin aku terdaya untuk memaksa jika hakikatnya tidak berhak! Sangat kasihan hati itu, tertinggalnya tiada yang empunya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBYO8eBQ0o/TeC4sX68lVI/AAAAAAAABSg/fkbwK7v8Tz4/s1600/hati+yang+tertinggal+02+-+blog+%252802%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBYO8eBQ0o/TeC4sX68lVI/AAAAAAAABSg/fkbwK7v8Tz4/s320/hati+yang+tertinggal+02+-+blog+%252802%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1619696588"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1619696589"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5613744650886384066?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5613744650886384066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5613744650886384066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5613744650886384066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5613744650886384066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/hati-yang-tertinggal-0203.html' title='HATI YANG TERTINGGAL (02/03)'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBYO8eBQ0o/TeC4sX68lVI/AAAAAAAABSg/fkbwK7v8Tz4/s72-c/hati+yang+tertinggal+02+-+blog+%252802%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-3589720891033471099</id><published>2011-05-28T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:01:42.972+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>HATI YANG TERTINGGAL (01/03)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salahkah aku bila menarik diri daripada bersekutu denganmu kerana perasaan ini? Tidak salah pada pandanganku, kerana perasaan ini hanya ada padaku dan tiada di dirimu. Sudahku luahkan rasa itu kepadamu namun tiada jawapan sama ku terima. Justeru bagaimana aku perlu rasa bersalah? Aku sendiri tidak tahu jika kau juga menumpang rasa yang sama? Seeloknya usah kita bermasam muka kelak berjumpa jika ada jodohnya, anggap sahaja aku penggodamu yang jahil dan tegurku seperti peminatmu, bukan lebih daripada itu. Aku perlu keyakinan ini untuk meneruskan hidup tanpa dibelenggu rasa benci kepadamu... wahai hati yang tertinggal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8w_fdWsz-FA/Td_urKNHgmI/AAAAAAAABSQ/JxF8_ebsdgQ/s1600/hati+yang+tertinggal+01+-+blog+%252801%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8w_fdWsz-FA/Td_urKNHgmI/AAAAAAAABSQ/JxF8_ebsdgQ/s400/hati+yang+tertinggal+01+-+blog+%252801%2529.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-3589720891033471099?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/3589720891033471099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=3589720891033471099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3589720891033471099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/3589720891033471099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/hati-yang-tertinggal-0103.html' title='HATI YANG TERTINGGAL (01/03)'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8w_fdWsz-FA/Td_urKNHgmI/AAAAAAAABSQ/JxF8_ebsdgQ/s72-c/hati+yang+tertinggal+01+-+blog+%252801%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-9025820773851499375</id><published>2011-05-23T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:13:22.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST QUOTES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CONCEPT SKETCHES'/><title type='text'>POTRAIT OF A PADAWAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrP2CesBJEQ/TdlKUPTIJsI/AAAAAAAABSM/LGOfKKtYmJw/s1600/padawanlegend-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrP2CesBJEQ/TdlKUPTIJsI/AAAAAAAABSM/LGOfKKtYmJw/s400/padawanlegend-small.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every Generation Has A Legend. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every Journey Has A First Step. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every Saga Has A Beginning.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;— '&lt;b&gt;Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace'&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(written &amp;amp; directed by George Lucas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-9025820773851499375?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/9025820773851499375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=9025820773851499375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/9025820773851499375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/9025820773851499375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/potrait-of-padawan.html' title='POTRAIT OF A PADAWAN'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xrP2CesBJEQ/TdlKUPTIJsI/AAAAAAAABSM/LGOfKKtYmJw/s72-c/padawanlegend-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-8575323695243313693</id><published>2011-05-23T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:22:31.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>PRACTICALLY I DON'T BUT LITERALLY I DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is all started with the idea of a headline 'Practically I don't but literally I do', but it took weeks for me to think of an idea of how to elaborate it into words &amp;amp; the relation is love. First of all, I can't think of a way how to begin my word so I begin it with honesty—in this first paragraph—literally a confession of my practical writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends had been asking me if I ever seriously involved in a love relationship. My answer is "I do!" &amp;amp; it's in the form of present tense so they should have known that I'm still in love. If they wonder "How long has it been?" so my answer will be "It has been more than 20 years—my first love at first sight. We were naturally in love during that every moment we'd been through; every song we heard, every move we made &amp;amp; every word we spoke is ours forever lives—even after we were apart." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot lie to myself that when I'm in love with somebody else, means I'm in love with the first person I fell for. Every detail of how I fell in love with another person, at least the reason had been one or two quality I'd seen on my first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few friends advised me "Why look at the past when you can always see what's present?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My answer would be &amp;amp; will be "We look at the past to value what's present. So when it comes to love I've experienced, it seems no less. You always want more than the less. So you'll know why I'm still in love with my first until now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"But you can forgive &amp;amp; forget, right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I can forgive but to forget, I don't think anyone can do that unless... (you know what I mean). So I was lucky when I was hit by amnesia back in 1997, I forgot almost all the details about my first &amp;amp; how it felt when we were in love, until I fell in love at first sight again with the second. The detail of how it felt has given back my old soul."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you're amnesia, in a process of healing, every moment you're in or every person you've met, which or whom can unlock your old memories is consider a gift from heaven. Old friends who told story about your past are consider the angels of your life. So those who helps me to remember, directly or indirectly, will not be taken for granted &amp;amp; will always be in my remembrance—if I have the world today, they will be the first I celebrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But sadly, nobody is able to replace my first love. The feeling &amp;amp; the memory I had with such love, I doubt it can be taken by anybody else. I've tried to believe when I fell in love in such a way again with a different person—the second, maybe the quality is far better than the first. But silly of me to believe love is all about quality, no it's not, exactly it's about memory—the moment of remembrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end what's left of me is just someone who is literally in love but practically single. Is there hope for another chance with someone new? I believe it is not me to hope for any others as my mind still can clearly picture the first person instead of the second. Though my heart flourishes with love for the second in memory of the first. So what's it going to be? Am I really in love? The answer to the question will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Practically I don't but literally... I do!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6UdcvqVTEU/Tdk47jHBu6I/AAAAAAAABSI/WyQMeK-RP1Y/s1600/literally-blog-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6UdcvqVTEU/Tdk47jHBu6I/AAAAAAAABSI/WyQMeK-RP1Y/s1600/literally-blog-small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it seemed with this writing &amp;amp; anything else. Joy to the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-8575323695243313693?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8575323695243313693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=8575323695243313693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/8575323695243313693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/8575323695243313693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/practically-i-dont-but-literally-i-do.html' title='PRACTICALLY I DON&apos;T BUT LITERALLY I DO'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6UdcvqVTEU/Tdk47jHBu6I/AAAAAAAABSI/WyQMeK-RP1Y/s72-c/literally-blog-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7441805231942386247</id><published>2011-05-14T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:19:35.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASSTIME ACTIVITY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WALK REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>THROUGH THE LENS OF A WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCoZpsDH07g/Tcw9w003p4I/AAAAAAAABSA/B4-5XAB8YAc/s1600/fariszainal-blog003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCoZpsDH07g/Tcw9w003p4I/AAAAAAAABSA/B4-5XAB8YAc/s400/fariszainal-blog003.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many years ago I was photographed as a 'runaway' model for a photography student during my degree years that accidently caught me (for not more than three months) in&amp;nbsp;our local modelling industry. It was not a career I happened to like (... &amp;amp; I was not quite a 'sale' to my agency too! :P), but the experience&amp;nbsp;at catwalk &amp;amp; photoshoot, I treasure it until today. Being a model (especially supermodel!), seriously not an easy job. The worse moment when you happened to work under a pain-in-the-ass photographer. I respect those who sustain their capability like forever! Yet I'm happy that I used to be taught how to play my mood on lens. So when a professional photographer suddenly approached me with his 'baby', I immediately striked a pose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d1-6rMX7oo/TcwtKtQIwqI/AAAAAAAABR8/9xa4c3ug2BQ/s1600/fariszainal-blog002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d1-6rMX7oo/TcwtKtQIwqI/AAAAAAAABR8/9xa4c3ug2BQ/s400/fariszainal-blog002.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At 36 years old, put on weight, a few weeks&amp;nbsp;off the beauty regime (lazy...), I&amp;nbsp;consider my natural look does gave an advantage to the photographer. &lt;b&gt;Haha&lt;/b&gt;! You can&amp;nbsp;reach&amp;nbsp;the photographer&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/fariszainal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His name is &lt;a href="http://fariszainal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faris Zainal&lt;/a&gt;, a professional wedding photographer &amp;amp; he happens to be my neighbour. Soon to be a father, we first met on our neighbourhood's volleyball field. None of us knew each other's background until we slowly developed our social interaction as neighbours. As he found out I'm an icon for the Malaysia Comic Industry &amp;amp; I happened to realize he does have a great talent in photography, without doubt, being photographed by him is surely an honor to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lW9nNXDriZ4/TcwtE-6h3WI/AAAAAAAABR4/1jK8b-GZ8l4/s1600/fariszainal-blog001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lW9nNXDriZ4/TcwtE-6h3WI/AAAAAAAABR4/1jK8b-GZ8l4/s400/fariszainal-blog001.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As he is on plan to go fulltime as a professional photographer, with his Lumix GF1 &amp;amp; its lightbox, he caught me natural on lens &amp;amp; my face purely 'naked'! I mean... really 'sharp' on Friday The 13th&amp;nbsp;or say... I need to start&amp;nbsp;doing&amp;nbsp;facial again. &lt;b&gt;Haha&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7441805231942386247?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7441805231942386247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7441805231942386247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7441805231942386247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7441805231942386247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/through-lens-of-wedding-photographer.html' title='THROUGH THE LENS OF A WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCoZpsDH07g/Tcw9w003p4I/AAAAAAAABSA/B4-5XAB8YAc/s72-c/fariszainal-blog003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5820002781449255923</id><published>2011-05-10T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:01:57.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>AKAR FIKIRANMU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Demam panas Lusida tetap tidak pulih semenjak blog itu tidak dikemas-kini lebih seminggu lalu. Penulis blog tersebut yang menggelar dirinya 'Akar' tidak pernah gagal mengemas-kini blognya hampir setiap hari, paling lewat pun tiga hari. Namun lebih daripada tiga hari membuatkan hidup Lusida tidak keruan. Dia mungkin tidak kenal identiti sebenar Akar, namun hidup Lusida menjadi begitu bermakna semenjak wujudnya blog berjudul 'Akar Fikiranmu' itu. Setiap catatan Akar menjadikan hidup Lusida lebih bererti dan seolah Akar sudah menjadi sebahagian daripada fikirannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Lusida, kau &lt;b&gt;tak&lt;/b&gt; boleh terus begini. Aku kena bawa kau pulang kepada orang tuamu sebelum kesihatanmu semakin melarat." Ujar Nasua, teman sekolej juga sekuliahnya di fakulti sains pusat pengajian tinggi Universita Malaya Timur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tidak! Aku akan terus berada di sini sehingga dia kembali mengemas-kini blognya!" Bantah Lusida sambil matanya sesekali memandang ke skrin monitor HD 21" jenama Lenovo yang kekal memaparkan laman blog 'Akar Fikiranmu'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nasua mendengus geram setiap kali melihat laman web tersebut. Sungguh tidak masuk akal bagaimana Lusida boleh menjadi begitu taksub dengan blog itu. Siapa Akar sebenarnya? Itu Nasua tidak pasti dan semestinya tidak langsung dikenali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kenapa dia &lt;b&gt;tak &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;update&lt;/i&gt; blog dia lagi ya, Nasua?" Tanya Lusida sesekali terbatuk lemah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ada aku peduli?! Aku lebih pedulikan mental kau &lt;b&gt;ni&lt;/b&gt;! Pelik aku tengok ketaksuban kau dengan laman blog berpuaka Akar &lt;b&gt;tu&lt;/b&gt;! Boleh kau jelaskan kenapa?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lusida terdiam seketika. Tanpa banyak bicara dia segera menyeluk bawah bantal dan menghulurkan sekeping kertas berupa sekeping &lt;i&gt;flyer. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tW0Dc17skc/TclESqnP9pI/AAAAAAAABR0/bWDO01zpBr4/s1600/blogcerpen-akarfikiranmu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tW0Dc17skc/TclESqnP9pI/AAAAAAAABR0/bWDO01zpBr4/s640/blogcerpen-akarfikiranmu.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Flyer&lt;/i&gt; ini terselit dalam salah satu buku kuliahku setahun yang lalu. Kemudian aku cari maklumatnya di internet dan terus bersemuka dengan laman blognya. Semenjak itu, mengikuti setiap &lt;i&gt;update&lt;/i&gt;-nya seolah sebahagian daripada hidupku, fikirannya adalah akar hidupku kini... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Kau memang &lt;b&gt;dah&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;mental&lt;/i&gt;-lah, Lusida! Elok aku hantar kau ke hospital sakit jiwa &lt;b&gt;jer&lt;/b&gt;!" Bentak Nasua lantas meninggalkan rakannya itu sendirian melayan gilanya sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5820002781449255923?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5820002781449255923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5820002781449255923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5820002781449255923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5820002781449255923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/akar-fikiranmu.html' title='AKAR FIKIRANMU'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tW0Dc17skc/TclESqnP9pI/AAAAAAAABR0/bWDO01zpBr4/s72-c/blogcerpen-akarfikiranmu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-2664591512787693407</id><published>2011-05-06T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T02:20:47.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><title type='text'>KING OF ANYTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep drinking coffee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stare me down across the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I look outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many things I'd say if only I were able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You've got opinions, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We're all entitled to 'em, but I never asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So let me thank you for your time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and try not to waste anymore of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And get out of here fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to break it to you babe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm not drowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no one here to save&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You are not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You sound so innocent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;all full of good intent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Swear you know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But you expect me to jump up on board with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And ride off into your delusional sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm not the one who's lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You're so busy making maps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;with my name on them in all caps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You got the talking down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;just not the listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And who cares if you disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You are not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;All my life I've tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to make everybody happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;While I just hurt and hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Waiting for someone to tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's my turn to decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are not me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You are not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me hold your crown, babe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt; Sara Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-2664591512787693407?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2664591512787693407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=2664591512787693407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/2664591512787693407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/2664591512787693407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/king-of-anything.html' title='KING OF ANYTHING'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-9176548103533588844</id><published>2011-05-02T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:25:49.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><title type='text'>LOVE LIKE A GHOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It took only a second... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That was all it takes for you to haunt me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It took only a minute...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've already scared for the rest of my life!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It took only an hour...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just couldn't get you out of my mind forever!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It took only a day...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not sure if I missed myself but I'm sure miss you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It took only a month...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're everywhere at every corner of my eyes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It took only a year...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life has become unreasonable with you in my mind but not at my side!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It takes me forever...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To get you into my life for real when you're just like a ghost who tries to claim something you seem just can't reach unless my soul you seek.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Therefore...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't mind being dead for knowing, that in the end, we're just another ghost story if that is all it takes for me to get you into my life for real!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-9176548103533588844?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/9176548103533588844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=9176548103533588844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/9176548103533588844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/9176548103533588844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-like-ghost.html' title='LOVE LIKE A GHOST'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-7652609747701767259</id><published>2011-04-23T18:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:26:11.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL OPINIONS'/><title type='text'>THIS IS MY STORY... IN ENGLISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya juga asalnya budak kampung, dikelilingi oleh mereka yang langsung tidak pandai berbahasa Inggeris. Namun kerana iltizam saya ketika itu melihat bahasa Inggeris mampu membawa saya pergi jauh maka saya berusaha untuk menguasainya. Dengan berkat usaha serta tawakal, terbukti ia benar. Hari ini saya sudah boleh berpuashati setelah mengecapi apa yang saya rancangkan untuk diri sendiri sepanjang tempoh saya berkhidmat dalam Industri Komik Malaysia. Dengan fasih berbahasa Inggeris, saya telah diberi peluang mewakili Malaysia. Kerana mampu menulis dalam bahasa Inggeris saya telah diberi kepercayaan menulis artikel kebudayaan komik di Malaysia untuk negara Korea Selatan. Kebolehan berkomunikasi dalam bahasa Inggeris juga menjadi punca saya diberi kepercayaan oleh majikan untuk menjadi perantara dalam urusan rasmi mereka. Malah kerana bahasa Inggeris juga, kemahiran saya dalam penulisan bahasa Melayu bertambah baik. Jadi apa kaitannya dengan visual yang saya tunjukkan di sini? &lt;i&gt;So this is my story...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9dFBoZJfj8/TbKMawlKSsI/AAAAAAAABQ8/wcenlBmVKc0/s320/clip001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sHUBlTms9Ew/TbKMkdEjSkI/AAAAAAAABRA/uZfIMrO_I4A/s320/clip002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuDWKEhPyMk/TbKMnItA2hI/AAAAAAAABRE/gYtRy5twp_U/s320/clip003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wiygRe7sQKM/TbKM4iUl9bI/AAAAAAAABRM/u-kDlrTzO_I/s320/clip005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSaUma8GOVk/TbKMpjyfasI/AAAAAAAABRI/I0VsMoScFGQ/s320/clip004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLxEILyfnUU/TbKM_9GDeKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/GeIWviQQdfY/s320/clip006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ubn9oggq5aE/TbKNC0kxLZI/AAAAAAAABRU/dFP-GS-BFVc/s320/clip007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOdwk4HhceA/TbKNG8OORjI/AAAAAAAABRY/vSrJdB6byfo/s320/clip009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "1329754c5a495a8763d09a2f8c348d32";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yG5aVO7G65Y/TbKNTl0DLkI/AAAAAAAABRc/a_xsZ7nrhUw/s320/clip010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H1mEFZa6r64/TbKNa8dOEII/AAAAAAAABRg/O5Hah7NpODQ/s320/clip011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.this-is-my-story.com/v/58BP0L49H4XH"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmb2sFuezuk/TbKNkNTa8QI/AAAAAAAABRk/RgwNJRlJSwo/s320/clip012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My point is simple, never discriminate languages. If English is the world first language, take the chance &amp;amp; learn from it. Don't fool yourself, I know that you can never forget your own (mother tounge) language (unless your ego does!), but who knows you may well expand it for the world to listen &amp;amp; understand what is &lt;/i&gt;'Terima Kasih'!&lt;i&gt; Just like how you might never know maybe English can really make me what the video visualize of me once we reach year 2020. It doesn't cost a penny just by dreaming you know. So be it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks to my fiend-in-crime, &lt;a href="http://olypotter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oly_Aziz&lt;/a&gt; for sharing the website through facebook. We can if we have fun with our effort to reach the dream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7652609747701767259?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7652609747701767259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7652609747701767259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7652609747701767259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7652609747701767259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-my-story-in-english.html' title='THIS IS MY STORY... IN ENGLISH'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L9dFBoZJfj8/TbKMawlKSsI/AAAAAAAABQ8/wcenlBmVKc0/s72-c/clip001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5160210356302183782</id><published>2011-04-22T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:03:57.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOTO-GRAPHYTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>EMAK MENULIS NAMAKU... YOUR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayour adalah nama komersilku dalam bidang penulisan &amp;amp; semenjak menjadi seorang penulis profesional, tiada siapa rakan baruku di Kuala Lumpur lali dengan nama panggilanku yang sebenar semenjak kecil. Malah ada yang menyebutnya salah, juga ada yang menulisnya dengan salah. Biarpun arwah emak bukan seorang yang fasih berbahasa Inggeris, apatah lagi menulis dalam bahasa tersebut, namun beliau tidak gagal menulis nama panggilanku dengan betul biarpun disaat-saat akhir kehidupannya. Kerana itulah nama panggilan yang akan menjadikan diriku selain nama yang tertulis di dalam surat beranak... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95YH0rA7vtw/TbAhe4_gc7I/AAAAAAAABPQ/EsjpFxkgRno/s1600/makwrite-003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95YH0rA7vtw/TbAhe4_gc7I/AAAAAAAABPQ/EsjpFxkgRno/s320/makwrite-003.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emak bilang aku sendiri yang menggelarkan diriku YOUR semenjak mula  pandai berkata-kata. Dari mana aku dapat idea untuk memanggil diri  dengan nama YOUR dan ditulis sedemikian rupa, emak sendiri tidak pasti. Namun... YOUR atau AYOUR, keduanya nama panggilan yang kekal istimewa buat diri ini, seistimewanya namaku sebagai FAKHRUL ANOUR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMBaB4QTtII/TbAipcCAniI/AAAAAAAABPU/5OgoI6fi4xg/s1600/makwrite-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMBaB4QTtII/TbAipcCAniI/AAAAAAAABPU/5OgoI6fi4xg/s320/makwrite-004.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOUR&lt;/b&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AYOUR&lt;/b&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAKHRUL ANOUR&lt;/b&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diriku seadanya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5160210356302183782?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5160210356302183782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5160210356302183782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5160210356302183782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5160210356302183782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/04/emak-menulis-namaku-your.html' title='EMAK MENULIS NAMAKU... YOUR.'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-95YH0rA7vtw/TbAhe4_gc7I/AAAAAAAABPQ/EsjpFxkgRno/s72-c/makwrite-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-993154870247837647</id><published>2011-04-12T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:25:52.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL OPINIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>LOVE MYSELF THE BEST DEAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a friend now from far distance once told me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, you are an achiever. No matter how deep you fell, and how many time I saw you fell, until today I can only see you rise and achieve. Even now, most of us think you're a failure for having so much plan, yet none of us believe what we are saying about you as a failure is true. You know why? Because whenever we think of what you have done so far and so true, is real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You hated school, you hated boarding school! You hated all the rules at school until you were depressed that you had to succumb with it. You hated the social lifestyle at school, you said it was so childish! Funny how you hated all of that but still you made a lot friends and everybody loves you. Even what is so surprise about you.... you're a degree holder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never imagine you as a sport man. I never thought of you as being tough, a track runner or even a strong spiker&amp;nbsp;of volleyball. I remember how you complaint about those coaches who believed you could be at the first spot in sports&amp;nbsp;when you yourself didn't believe your own power. You said you hated them for believing in what you didn't believe. You hated sports and its rules yet you followed, became the vice president of a sport association and here I'm looking at a sporty guy... still looks young and healthy. Now I can imagine why everytime you play at the court with new friends, none of them believe you're sporty until you proved them wrong, because you're sporty for yourself, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never believe you can make people believe you could represent school or campus or Malaysia in anything, but you did. You even made your employers proud of having you and funny how to say this... you even represent Malaysia to talk about the subject you love so much, comic in culture growth to 13 delegates of Asian countries. I heard you even got invited to their countries to talk about your subject but you hate flying, you hate to confirm the fact that you hated to stand at the podium standing like a politician. I know how much you hated looking at the crowd, to the people who are listening to you and wonder maybe one or two of them had a point to use you for their own personal profit while taking you for granted. I know how you hate people's perception can do wrong to what's so right about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You hate love affair but funny how you had so much experience with it yet you've become stronger at every heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why are you still doing what you hate of doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ww74XmKhJ1E/TaQES536eFI/AAAAAAAABPE/SIzqG_nHEyo/s1600/DSC00003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ww74XmKhJ1E/TaQES536eFI/AAAAAAAABPE/SIzqG_nHEyo/s320/DSC00003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I answered him this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"To do what I love doing, I have to be at any situation I don't like. I love drawing comics and I love writing stories about life, my dream is only these two,&amp;nbsp;those talents are my life. Where in this world can I be at a place I like? Except if I can be with my talents. So if holding a degree can make me wiser with my talents, I have to do it. If being active in sports can make me brighter with my talents, why waste it. If sharing with others about my talents can do them good, why should I shy away about it. If love is what makes me loyal to my talents, why bother for being heartbroken? My point is simple, to hate everything is to love one thing... myself. Sounds selfish? Well, that's how I love everything instead of hate."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-993154870247837647?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/993154870247837647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=993154870247837647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/993154870247837647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/993154870247837647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/04/friend-now-from-far-distance-once-told.html' title='LOVE MYSELF THE BEST DEAL'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ww74XmKhJ1E/TaQES536eFI/AAAAAAAABPE/SIzqG_nHEyo/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1051423216828168001</id><published>2011-04-10T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:42:18.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><title type='text'>ALONE AGAIN... NATURALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETe05pONz_s/TaFekigvi8I/AAAAAAAABO8/bxin60ARrt0/s1600/blog014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETe05pONz_s/TaFekigvi8I/AAAAAAAABO8/bxin60ARrt0/s400/blog014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593856194003307458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a little while from now,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not feeling any less sour&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself to treat myself&lt;br /&gt;And visit a nearby tower,&lt;br /&gt;And climbing to the top,&lt;br /&gt;Will throw myself off&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to make it clear to who&lt;br /&gt;Ever what it's like when your shattered&lt;br /&gt;Left praying at the most, in a mosque&lt;br /&gt;Where people 're saying,&lt;br /&gt;"My God that's tough, pain stood him up!&lt;br /&gt;No point in us remaining,&lt;br /&gt;May as well go home."&lt;br /&gt;As I did on my own...&lt;br /&gt;Alone again... naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that only yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I was cheerful, bright and gay,&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do,&lt;br /&gt;The role I was about to play&lt;br /&gt;But as if to knock me down,&lt;br /&gt;Reality came around&lt;br /&gt;And without so much as a mere touch,&lt;br /&gt;Cut me into little pieces&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to doubt,&lt;br /&gt;All about God and His mercy&lt;br /&gt;For He is really does exist&lt;br /&gt;How He does desert me&lt;br /&gt;In my hour of need&lt;br /&gt;I truly am indeed...&lt;br /&gt;Alone again... naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that&lt;br /&gt;There are more hearts&lt;br /&gt;Broken in the world&lt;br /&gt;That can't be mended&lt;br /&gt;Left unattended&lt;br /&gt;What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back over the years&lt;br /&gt;And what ever else that appears&lt;br /&gt;I remember I cried when my father died&lt;br /&gt;Never wishing to have cried the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at sixty-four years old,&lt;br /&gt;My mother, God rest her soul,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't understand, why the only man&lt;br /&gt;She had ever loved had been taken&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her to start with a heart&lt;br /&gt;So badly broken&lt;br /&gt;Despite encouragement from me&lt;br /&gt;No words were ever spoken&lt;br /&gt;And when she passed away&lt;br /&gt;I cried and cried all day...&lt;br /&gt;Alone again... naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Gilbert O'Sullivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1051423216828168001?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1051423216828168001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1051423216828168001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1051423216828168001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1051423216828168001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/04/alone-again-naturally.html' title='ALONE AGAIN... NATURALLY'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ETe05pONz_s/TaFekigvi8I/AAAAAAAABO8/bxin60ARrt0/s72-c/blog014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1907455814456853854</id><published>2011-04-08T20:13:00.038+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:07:50.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>MENJEJAK VILLA DI TAPAK KAYANGAN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::: Juma'at (08/04/2011 | 04/05/1432)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkdJSppCdlg/TZ89_S7T1QI/AAAAAAAABO0/tpWojUHPwUY/s1600/blog001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkdJSppCdlg/TZ89_S7T1QI/AAAAAAAABO0/tpWojUHPwUY/s400/blog001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593257419839100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hari ini aku mendapat 'jemputan khas' daripada seorang teman untuk berkunjung ke sebuah banglo yang belum pernah siap di Seksyen 12, Shah Alam. Selebihnya biarku ringkaskan begini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-porsfbzQTVE/TZ8B1tguQNI/AAAAAAAABNc/6-Esq6wozRE/s1600/blog002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-porsfbzQTVE/TZ8B1tguQNI/AAAAAAAABNc/6-Esq6wozRE/s400/blog002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593191284478984402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kami mencari jalan untuk menyelinap masuk ke dalam banglo ini, tiba-tiba aku ternampak seorang pekerja sedang membersihkan banglo tersebut di tingkat atas. Temanku terfikir juga untuk meminta izin daripada pekerja itu namun dia kaget untuk berhenti di pintu pagar utama. Lalu kami mencari jalan alternatif dengan melalui pintu belakang, namun tidak kesampaian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru aku mengesyorkan kami kembali ke pintu pagar utama dan meminta izin untuk masuk daripada pekerja tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7DDZVD-4dY/TZ8I-5QbVQI/AAAAAAAABNk/lWRmhnVsLfY/s1600/blog003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7DDZVD-4dY/TZ8I-5QbVQI/AAAAAAAABNk/lWRmhnVsLfY/s400/blog003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593199138832078082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasibku sangat baik kerana saat aku berdiri di hadapan pintu pagar utama, pekerja tersebut sedang duduk berehat betul-betul di hadapan rumah itu. Aku pun segera bertanya "Boleh kami minta izin untuk menjenguk masuk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maaf saya baru kerja... tidak tahu!" Pekerja itu menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelaslah daripada tutur katanya, penguasaannya dalam Bahasa Melayu sangat terhad kerana dia pekerja asing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdUdOcNKr_0/TZ8Yk2KchkI/AAAAAAAABNs/63t1RAnsOKo/s1600/blog004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdUdOcNKr_0/TZ8Yk2KchkI/AAAAAAAABNs/63t1RAnsOKo/s400/blog004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593216283511129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Namun aku tidak berputus asa kerana jelas ada mangga di pagar pintu itu, maka aku menduga perlu ada kunci untuk membukanya. Jadi bagaimana pekerja ini boleh masuk sedangkan kami tidak? Pasti kunci mangganya berada di tangan pekerja itu. Jika bukan, dimanakah tuan kuncinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku terus bertanya lagi "Kalau boleh, benarkan kami masuk untuk lihat-lihat? Mana teman kamu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja asing itu hanya mengangkat bahu dan berkata dengan senyuman kosong "Saya sendiri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu aku dengan selamba menarik pintu pagar utama tersebut dan tidak semena-mena ia terbuka. Walhal ku sangka ia masih bermangga. Penuh rasa teruja, terus aku berpaling dan memberi senyuman kepada temanku yang masih di dalam kereta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I parking&lt;/span&gt; kereta dulu." Kata temanku kelihatan juga teruja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tanpa menunggu temanku, terus masuk ke ruang laman banglo tersebut dengan yakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_7TLgjxIEU/TZ8eNVQEA_I/AAAAAAAABN0/H8mjEYjZSD4/s1600/blog005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_7TLgjxIEU/TZ8eNVQEA_I/AAAAAAAABN0/H8mjEYjZSD4/s400/blog005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593222476609094642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Kamu kerja membersihkan laman inikah?" Tanyaku kepada pekerja itu sambil menunjuk kepada perkakasan mesin menyabitnya di sebalik tembok banglo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pekerja asing itu mengangguk sambil tersenyum, aku membalas tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUSHfgg1fwE/TZ8hQjBr1wI/AAAAAAAABN8/vlnTE_78MHY/s1600/blog006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cUSHfgg1fwE/TZ8hQjBr1wI/AAAAAAAABN8/vlnTE_78MHY/s400/blog006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593225830381377282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanpa lengah aku segera melangkah masuk ke dalam banglo tersebut,  seperti seorang tetamu yang memang diundang atau kehadiranku seolah  sudah dijangka. Pekerja itu langsung tidak menegahku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendirian aku menyelusuri 'istana' yang tidak siap itu. Aku terus menaiki tangga utamanya yang berbentuk separa spiral. Melihat ke setiap ruang, menjenguk ke setiap sudut seolah suatu hari nanti aku akan memiliki banglo ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verangan&lt;/span&gt;!" hatiku berbisik mengingatkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayour, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;katner&lt;/span&gt;?!" Tiba-tiba temanku memanggil mencariku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; atas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;. Naiklah!" Aku laung menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK2QfS-udGk/TZ8k_rJqZ0I/AAAAAAAABOE/NDyr8Js4TTs/s1600/blog007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oK2QfS-udGk/TZ8k_rJqZ0I/AAAAAAAABOE/NDyr8Js4TTs/s400/blog007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593229938551056194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku terus merayap menikmati setiap ruang banglo itu seolah ia sudah kelihatan lengkap. Namun temanku masih juga tidak kelihatan di depan mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayour, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where are you?!"&lt;/span&gt; Dia memanggil lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menghela nafas pendek sambil berkerut dahi. Tidakkah dia dengar jawapanku tadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; tingkat atas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nilah&lt;/span&gt;." Jawabku terus kembali menuruni tangga spiral tersebut mendapatkannya di tingkat bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQiAPTCosWI/TZ8pHpEy6GI/AAAAAAAABOM/oMbTIKVonxg/s1600/blog008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQiAPTCosWI/TZ8pHpEy6GI/AAAAAAAABOM/oMbTIKVonxg/s400/blog008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593234473479235682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Separuh menuruni tangga tersebut, kelihatan temanku baru masuk ke dalam banglo sambil membawa sebuah kamera. Tanpa lengah, operasi kami merakamkan pengalaman ini pun bermula...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwpMnRIrff0/TZ8vKEmkbtI/AAAAAAAABOU/QqffFamOuWs/s1600/blog009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwpMnRIrff0/TZ8vKEmkbtI/AAAAAAAABOU/QqffFamOuWs/s400/blog009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593241112298155730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGs7RLZ7d-U/TZ8yQiRAX0I/AAAAAAAABOc/firIMn9xcBQ/s1600/blog010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gGs7RLZ7d-U/TZ8yQiRAX0I/AAAAAAAABOc/firIMn9xcBQ/s400/blog010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593244521874874178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5r_zS6mKnQ/TZ8038OKA7I/AAAAAAAABOk/4ffUuSuwFGg/s1600/blog011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_G_rA5SF_k/TZ2s-IXo9nI/AAAAAAAABNM/Fwrqjyyypfo/s400/2alam3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592816495662528114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada pendapat sayalah, kalau&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tak&lt;/span&gt; kerana taktik 'songsang' rangkaian promosi filem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; yang berulang-kali sebut ia 'FILEM SERAM' (mati² ingatkan ada efek segala spesis jin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cam&lt;/span&gt; ponti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;, jembalang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;, langsuir&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ke&lt;/span&gt;, pocong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ke tak&lt;/span&gt; pun nenek kebayan!), rasanya filem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni dah&lt;/span&gt; boleh mengaut keuntungan yang membanggakan. Sebelum ditayangkan, segala bagai iklannya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; terang-terang terpesong daripada intipati jalan cerita &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; sendiri! Sampai para peminat filem pergi menonton filem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; rasa tertipu! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naper tak&lt;/span&gt; jujur&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jer&lt;/span&gt; cakap sebuah 'FILEM KEINSAFAN'. Bila sebut 'FILEM SERAM' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; sinema Nusantara &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni &lt;/span&gt;sah² mesti ada unsur-unsur seram berbentuk khurafat, ini tidak! Semua plot mengajak kita supaya INSAF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 01 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan tukar jantina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan lukakan hati ibu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorang&lt;/span&gt; mengaji &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; Mesir, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorang&lt;/span&gt; lagi mengaji &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kat &lt;/span&gt;London!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan ingat orang yang fasih agama (dalam kes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; pandai mengaji Al-Quran)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tak&lt;/span&gt; mampu kecundang iman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; buat silap &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pastu&lt;/span&gt; ambil jalan singkat bunuh diri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan beromen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; tempat awam (nanti semua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d[&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;]b&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan minum arak atau ambil dadah psikologi hanya kerana &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; (sampai lupa jalan ke akhirat... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gitewww&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; d[^_^]b&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan dahulukan nafsu untuk mengecap kebahagiaan bercinta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSAF 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jangan tipu masyarakat hanya kerana ingin mengaut keuntungan besar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cam&lt;/span&gt; Adam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni &lt;/span&gt;yang jadi selebriti terkenal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ngan&lt;/span&gt; jadi pompuan cantik bernama Amy... (dan promosi filem&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'2 ALAM'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ni gak&lt;/span&gt; yang kelentong promosi kepada penonton bahawa ia genre SERAM... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puhlezzzz&lt;/span&gt;...)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ad44NTeX7s/TZ2gZC_mMsI/AAAAAAAABNE/SVUgSVB8C7s/s1600/2alam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ad44NTeX7s/TZ2gZC_mMsI/AAAAAAAABNE/SVUgSVB8C7s/s400/2alam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592802664424813250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Biarku katakan dengan indah... strategi pemasaran filem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failed!&lt;/span&gt; Ingat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni &lt;/span&gt;produk kecantikan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;?!!! Memang betul semua FILEM SERAM Melayu mengajak kita untuk INSAF (jangan khurafat!), tapi masalahnya filem '2 ALAM' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; filem yang mengajak kita supaya jangan khurafat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?! Poster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ni pun dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sah² melambangkan ia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; filem bergenre SERAM walhal bergenre DAKWAH ISLAM tetapi konsep Melayu (sebab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;part last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bila ada dialog berbunyi "Kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; orang Islam... Melayu.") Macamana FINAS boleh luluskan filem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sebagai genre seram &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mSrLL6nJQ4/TZ2gKjEcDZI/AAAAAAAABM8/y9qnkwwHk6Q/s1600/2alam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mSrLL6nJQ4/TZ2gKjEcDZI/AAAAAAAABM8/y9qnkwwHk6Q/s400/2alam1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592802415337016722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lakonan para pelakonnya memang mantap, berkesan &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; dinafikan semua boleh menang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;award&lt;/span&gt; (termasuk abang sihat yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; sempat mandi wajib &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;!). Sinematografi, suntingan, jalan cerita &amp;amp; konsep penceritaan... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marvelous! &lt;/span&gt;Setiap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scene&lt;/span&gt; ada makna tersendiri (sampai ibu angkatku boleh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;explain this is what&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is how&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such is why&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kannnn&lt;/span&gt;...),&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; good work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtv68_3fFj8/TZ2uKOiur3I/AAAAAAAABNU/fgzADyWeY3k/s1600/2alam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gtv68_3fFj8/TZ2uKOiur3I/AAAAAAAABNU/fgzADyWeY3k/s400/2alam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592817802989711218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapi apa-apapun, tabik spring sama ini pelakon bernama Suhaila Salam... lakonan mantap, berkesan &amp;amp; memang patut menang Pelakon Wanita Terbaik 2010! Mati-mati &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; ingat kau potong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nyahhh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ompuan&lt;/span&gt; tulen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kewww&lt;/span&gt;?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tasteeeee&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uhuuu&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d[^_^]b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-7547075458153451110?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/7547075458153451110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=7547075458153451110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7547075458153451110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/7547075458153451110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/04/filem-2-alam-promosi-konfius.html' title='FILEM &apos;2 ALAM&apos;: PROMOSI KONFIUS!'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_G_rA5SF_k/TZ2s-IXo9nI/AAAAAAAABNM/Fwrqjyyypfo/s72-c/2alam3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-4691883906771159980</id><published>2011-04-05T00:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:51:27.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><title type='text'>FALSAFAH KECEWA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pernah ada cinta dan pasti terus ada cinta&lt;br /&gt;Namun apalah ertinya cinta jika kemesraannya tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah ada benci namun tidak terus dibenci&lt;br /&gt;Namun apalah ertinya benci jika sukanya tidak terperi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa yang terancam melambai harapan&lt;br /&gt;Bila esok datang tetap bak bayangan&lt;br /&gt;Kala impian terus kekal angan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwFypiklV5o/TZqOnsqmcCI/AAAAAAAABMU/qC9tOS-YVb8/s1600/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwFypiklV5o/TZqOnsqmcCI/AAAAAAAABMU/qC9tOS-YVb8/s400/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591938699989774370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketahuilah hati yang berkata cinta&lt;br /&gt;Namun bibir tidak menuturkan kata&lt;br /&gt;Kesudahannya perasaan bermain di mata&lt;br /&gt;Ayat-ayat mulia kedengaran bak dusta&lt;br /&gt;Kerana sudahnya impian yang melata&lt;br /&gt;Bila hakikat menafikan  itulah  nista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berpura-puralah pada dunia&lt;br /&gt;Bila hati tidak lagi beria-ia&lt;br /&gt;Bukan benci penapis bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kerana cinta ini hak ceria&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tinggal manusia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-4691883906771159980?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4691883906771159980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=4691883906771159980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4691883906771159980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4691883906771159980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/04/falsafah-kecewa.html' title='FALSAFAH KECEWA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwFypiklV5o/TZqOnsqmcCI/AAAAAAAABMU/qC9tOS-YVb8/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-4172992360070344217</id><published>2011-04-01T18:37:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:02:36.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WALK REVIEWS'/><title type='text'>START WITH BEAUTEE™... (PART 01)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know how many of my closest friends or my colleagues (my fans too... maybe) eager to know about how I take care of my health especially my facial skincare. Especially at this age with this look, they might be wondering if my youthfulness caused by less stress or responsibility (especially single life happiness they thought!). Well, to be honest with you people, I've been trouble with stress since I was a little boy that in the end it has become a part of immunity. So it is not an excuse why I'm less wrinkle at this mature age (plus I don't do beauty spas!), so you call it. This is my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 36 years old &amp;amp; I'm a male prototype... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;err&lt;/span&gt;... whatever! Since young, my mother taught me about how to take care of my facial skin started with a traditional way... use egg white mixed with lime juice. When I was in form 1 at boarding school, every weekend (or more than just weekend) in the morning (before 9 am, at least 3x a week), I would start masked my face with the sticky stuff &amp;amp; faced the morning sun (before 9 am) until I felt all the cracks on my face (trust me, during the drying process... really itchy!). As I grew up, I started to get bored with the beauty regimes that only when I felt my facial skin started to look hideous, only than I would do something to repair it (I just grabbed whatever beauty products my mother's owned from Mustika Ratu to Sari Ayu until I could think of my own... Oil of Olay). After 36 years old... things got to change, so I rejuvenate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin on yesterday after 36 years, I'm changing my beauty regime to a new skincare product... not because I have to change it but because I like to try something new especially when simply introduced to it personally. So this is the new facial skincare product that I'm using right now &amp;amp; it's called &lt;a href="http://www.beautee.biz/"&gt;BEAUTEE™&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zsgfMzJiIg/TZW1BXUGaUI/AAAAAAAABL8/BJaXNjnP9WA/s1600/DSC00044.JPG" onblur="function onblur(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590573547493157186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zsgfMzJiIg/TZW1BXUGaUI/AAAAAAAABL8/BJaXNjnP9WA/s400/DSC00044.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;After grabbed this product yesterday (31st March 2011), I started with the facial cleanser, &lt;a href="http://www.beautee.biz/Beautee-maxfruitscleansinggel.html"&gt;BEAUTEE Max Fruits Cleansing Gel&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; that was where my trust of loyalty with &lt;a href="http://www.beautee.biz/"&gt;BEAUTEE™&lt;/a&gt; started coming in. It reminded me with a fruity facial cleanser I used to wear years ago, it lefts me with a good feeling on my face... healthy dry (smooth, not oily &amp;amp; not even cracked!) &amp;amp; speaking of the price, more I will tell you on my episode of &lt;a href="http://www.beautee.biz/"&gt;BEAUTEE™&lt;/a&gt; on this blog. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dp3lsX5hWzA/TZW82_n9nbI/AAAAAAAABME/FDvPY-OzH9o/s1600/beautee01.jpg" onblur="function onblur(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590582165428346290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dp3lsX5hWzA/TZW82_n9nbI/AAAAAAAABME/FDvPY-OzH9o/s400/beautee01.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Proved after less than 24 hours using the product skincare... nothing happened? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;... wait till you see more in the next episode of &lt;a href="http://www.beautee.biz/"&gt;BEAUTEE™&lt;/a&gt;! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;— Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.beautee.biz/"&gt;BEAUTEE™&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When it comes to facial skin, why should I be a man about it? That's the first part of my physical that people will start looking so that's where I'll start my skincare, then follow by other parts of this physical I own to walk on earth as long as I live..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-4172992360070344217?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4172992360070344217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=4172992360070344217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4172992360070344217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4172992360070344217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/04/start-with-beautee-part-01.html' title='START WITH BEAUTEE™... (PART 01)'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zsgfMzJiIg/TZW1BXUGaUI/AAAAAAAABL8/BJaXNjnP9WA/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-4413853628609253467</id><published>2011-03-31T08:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:27:49.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CINTA TUNGGAL; GENESIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWN QUOTES'/><title type='text'>STATE OF LOYALTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I'm not the type of person who will do  anything to convince my love or compete with another to own the one I  love. Not that I'm arrogant but I'm a faithful person, so falling in  love at first sight &amp;amp; verbally/written say we love each other is  more than enough to have me for life. For faith without confess is a  waste, like praying without intention!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;— 'Cinta Tunggal: Genesis'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdgPzwtIiU8/TZPHhR9_D2I/AAAAAAAABL0/Ikk3i2IgbNw/s1600/genesis001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdgPzwtIiU8/TZPHhR9_D2I/AAAAAAAABL0/Ikk3i2IgbNw/s400/genesis001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590030937069916002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-4413853628609253467?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/4413853628609253467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=4413853628609253467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4413853628609253467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/4413853628609253467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/state-of-loyalty.html' title='STATE OF LOYALTY'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YdgPzwtIiU8/TZPHhR9_D2I/AAAAAAAABL0/Ikk3i2IgbNw/s72-c/genesis001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-9163227971200113030</id><published>2011-03-30T10:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:04:11.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL OPINIONS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IRRITATED THOUGH FUNNY'/><title type='text'>DROP DEAD DIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOuZJgfVM_o/TZKcoDG9URI/AAAAAAAABLs/AbzNhC1zcqk/s1600/dropdeaddiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOuZJgfVM_o/TZKcoDG9URI/AAAAAAAABLs/AbzNhC1zcqk/s400/dropdeaddiva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589702299363397906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Character drawing inspired by the TV series 'DROP DEAD DIVA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yo big size people! If you think being fat is heavy, so quit your burden with the extra weight. But if you're comfortable with your size, strike a pose &amp;amp; stop nagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about being uncomfortable in  your own body, it's about fitting yourself with the right outfit, right  crowd &amp;amp; right attitude! If you don't know how to do it just look in  the mirror &amp;amp; say to yourself "I'll do what's right for me &amp;amp; be  with people who think I'm right for them!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life provides you with so many choices  &amp;amp; why waste your time being with the wrong choices by abandoning the  right choices? No wonder you put up yourself feeling so wrong all the time! Need guide? Take my words, if people are so wrong to you, start looking for the books... that's why reading books is very important for your self-development. It feels like magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no regret if what you think is right is consider wrong by the people you think is right. Get what I mean? What I'm trying to say is one day soon the people who think you're wrong, will reconsider  once you prove them wrong. How to do that? Stay with the right attitude, be with the right crowd &amp;amp; wear only the right outfit. Anything less than the bikini, you won't be mistaken as a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-9163227971200113030?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/9163227971200113030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=9163227971200113030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/9163227971200113030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/9163227971200113030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/drop-dead-diva.html' title='DROP DEAD DIVA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOuZJgfVM_o/TZKcoDG9URI/AAAAAAAABLs/AbzNhC1zcqk/s72-c/dropdeaddiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-2812453098981564753</id><published>2011-03-29T06:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T06:59:47.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHARACTER CONCEPT ARTS'/><title type='text'>PUTRI MAYANG SARI (MAYANG MENGURAI) 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQPqrBE_9r8/TZESJHyAHWI/AAAAAAAABLk/nSxO2Z9FdQg/s1600/torned-elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQPqrBE_9r8/TZESJHyAHWI/AAAAAAAABLk/nSxO2Z9FdQg/s400/torned-elizabeth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589268560460389730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ku tahu asal usul mu&lt;br /&gt;Yang laut balik ke laut&lt;br /&gt;Yang darat balik ke darat&lt;br /&gt;Nasi berwarna hamba sembahkan&lt;br /&gt;Umbok mayang ku umbok&lt;br /&gt;Umbok dengan jala jemala&lt;br /&gt;Pulih mayang ku pulih&lt;br /&gt;Pulih balik sedia kala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-2812453098981564753?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/2812453098981564753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=2812453098981564753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/2812453098981564753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/2812453098981564753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/putri-mayang-sari-mayang-mengurai-2011.html' title='PUTRI MAYANG SARI (MAYANG MENGURAI) 2011'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQPqrBE_9r8/TZESJHyAHWI/AAAAAAAABLk/nSxO2Z9FdQg/s72-c/torned-elizabeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5133616287942941290</id><published>2011-03-28T00:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T10:18:47.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>PESAN NENEK KEBAYAN KEPADA MAYANG SARI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tuanku Puteri... biar nenek nasihatkan satu perkara tentang cinta. Jangan sesekali Tuan Puteri bercinta dengan jejaka yang jauh lebih muda daripada usia Tuan Puteri. Biarpun Tuan Puteri nampak muda seperti mereka namun kematangan Tuan Puteri tidak semuda mereka."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Mayang Sari terdiam seketika. Hatinya yang berbunga riang setelah jatuh cinta pandang pertama dengan seorang pemuda bertukar derita dalam sekelip mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapakah begitu Nenek Kebayan? Tidakkah usia bukan penghalang untuk dua insan bercinta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenek Kebayan hanya tersenyum sindir, menjengilkan lagi gigi bersiong tunggalnya di tengah seringai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuan Puteri bukan seperti manusia! Manusia boleh bercinta tidak kira usia, berantakan tidak kira masa, berpisah tidak kira paksa. Tuan Puteri hati berbalutkan mutiara, celanya hampir tiada dan fikiran Tuan Puteri bijaknya laksana pendita, sedikit diduga bernas takrifannya. Anak muda ini bukan setara Tuan Puteri..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebutir airmata mulai jatuh bak mutiara di mata kanan Puteri Mayang Sari, diikuti sebutir lagi di mata kirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biar cinta sudah memanah jauh ke dalam hati Tuan Puteri, namun si pemuda ini masih diam tidak menyatakan cintanya... jelas dia hanyalah manusia biasa, Tuan Puteri." Rujuk Nenek Kebayan menyakinkan lagi sambil menjeling sinis seolah menyindir sifat kecintaan Puteri Mayang Sari itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi beta pasti dia turut mencintai beta!" Puteri Mayang Sari menegaskan kini berjuraian airmata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya Tuan Puteri... dia memang mencintai Tuan Puteri, sangat dalam. Namun dia manusia, lemah keyakinan, tinggi nafsu manusia. Dia tidak tegar dalam menuntut hak kebahagiaan dirinya. Tidak seperti Tuan Puteri, yakin bersuara dan yakin berkata apa yang dirasa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Mayang Sari kesal mendengar nasihat Nenek Kebayan, mengenang nasibnya yang masih belum ketemu setara yang membuatkan cintanya ada rasa di syurga tiada nafsu manusia menerjah ke neraka. Bilakah dia yang sebenarnya akan menjelma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nenek Kebayan... beta sudah berusia 360 tahun, 360 darjah lengkap memutar dunia. Beta sudah tidak kuasa melihat cinta dari hati terpancar di mata mereka namun tidak seorang pun yang menyatakan perasaan masing-masing, niat yang dilafazkan kepada beta..." Rajuk Puteri Mayang Sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sabarlah Tuan Puteri... sebagai puteri bongsu di antara tujuh adik-beradik kerajaan Seri Bunga Tanjung yang menjelma semula di muka dunia, seharusnya dengarlah pesan ratu, bonda Tuan Puteri, Ratu Cik Sima suatu ketika dulu... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maksud Nenek Kebayan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Usah dipasung adat, dilangkah bendul daulat. Pasti Pangeran Empang Kuala akan kembali menjemput Tuan Puteri pulang ke Dumai... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bukan anak muda inikah?" Tanya Puteri Mayang Sari penuh harapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77YlFCgmcQM/TY9w-oLSN6I/AAAAAAAABLc/nQt-FdJFzMQ/s1600/nenekkebayan-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77YlFCgmcQM/TY9w-oLSN6I/AAAAAAAABLc/nQt-FdJFzMQ/s400/nenekkebayan-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588809883829024674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tuan puteri... jika benarlah dia, mengapa nenek tidak merestuinya?" Nenek Kebayan pulang bertanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Mayang Sari terdiam lalu dengan penuh sayu diraut wajahnya, sambil merenung bulan purnama seraya hati lantas berbisik hiba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa Nenek Kebayan jugaklah penghasut utama beta mendalangi cinta ini. Jika dulu cintaku juga dihalang kerana usia, melangkah bendul mendahului yang tua sebelum memiliki yang lebih muda. Kini bagaimana pula?! Wahai Pangeran, segeralah kamu bersuara, jangan beta tertanya-tanya sampai perang membenamkan dunia... sampai mati kelaparan beta bercinta, kekal tidak berpunya!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5133616287942941290?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5133616287942941290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5133616287942941290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5133616287942941290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5133616287942941290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/pesan-nenek-kebayan-kepada-mayang-sari.html' title='PESAN NENEK KEBAYAN KEPADA MAYANG SARI'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77YlFCgmcQM/TY9w-oLSN6I/AAAAAAAABLc/nQt-FdJFzMQ/s72-c/nenekkebayan-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-151900501813317085</id><published>2011-03-27T17:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:19:57.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUISI'/><title type='text'>Beyond Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty baby&lt;/span&gt; they said about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty darling&lt;/span&gt; how they describe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty angelic&lt;/span&gt; they feel when I say "Please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty "Please!"&lt;/span&gt; don't make me feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty "Please!"&lt;/span&gt; I've just got to feel something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty "Please!"&lt;/span&gt; you just have to please me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty "Please!"&lt;/span&gt; just be a fool &amp;amp; say you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty "Please!"&lt;/span&gt; beyond anything just love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty "Please!"&lt;/span&gt; I'm just such a pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpt7CmHWiNw/TY8NrTcEAwI/AAAAAAAABK8/SVPpfvMDR1w/s1600/beyondpretty001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpt7CmHWiNw/TY8NrTcEAwI/AAAAAAAABK8/SVPpfvMDR1w/s400/beyondpretty001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588700700193587970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty bad&lt;/span&gt; when you're not there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty nasty&lt;/span&gt; I don't have a choice but leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty nonsense&lt;/span&gt; suddenly you don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty me&lt;/span&gt; to make you feel such a pity...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beyond pretty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-151900501813317085?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/151900501813317085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=151900501813317085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/151900501813317085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/151900501813317085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/beyond-pretty.html' title='Beyond Pretty'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpt7CmHWiNw/TY8NrTcEAwI/AAAAAAAABK8/SVPpfvMDR1w/s72-c/beyondpretty001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1116897464253919576</id><published>2011-03-20T16:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:42:42.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASSTIME ACTIVITY'/><title type='text'>SESI AUTOGRAF d'KLIBF 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kepada para peminat saya &amp;amp; artis Gempak Starz™ yang lain bolehlah kunjungi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kitorang kat&lt;/span&gt; Putra World Trade Center/PWTC pada 30 hb. April 2011 (Sabtu) untuk sesi autograf &amp;amp; beramah mesra. Mesti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; punyalah! Dipersilakan hadir sebab kemasukan &amp;amp; sesi beramah mesra adalah percuma kecuali sesi autograf &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jer&lt;/span&gt; kena bayar dengan &lt;span&gt;mem&lt;/span&gt;beli novel grafik keluaran Gempak Starz™ (2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unit per fan for an artist&lt;/span&gt;). Maklumat lanjut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt; semak di laman web Gempak Starz™. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orait&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQCiYV3zodw/TYW8Ihc0qsI/AAAAAAAABKs/8c16gfAsxt8/s1600/klibf2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQCiYV3zodw/TYW8Ihc0qsI/AAAAAAAABKs/8c16gfAsxt8/s400/klibf2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586077767427205826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1116897464253919576?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1116897464253919576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1116897464253919576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1116897464253919576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1116897464253919576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/sesi-autograf-dklibf.html' title='SESI AUTOGRAF d&apos;KLIBF 2011'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQCiYV3zodw/TYW8Ihc0qsI/AAAAAAAABKs/8c16gfAsxt8/s72-c/klibf2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1537368403240986055</id><published>2011-03-20T12:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:39:28.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASSTIME ACTIVITY'/><title type='text'>GEMPAK STARZ™ ROAD TOUR 2011... I'LL BE MC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pengumuman penting buat semua peminat komik Malaysia, terutamanya para peminat &lt;a href="http://www.gempakstarz.com/"&gt;Gempak Starz™&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; kita ramai² memeriahkan sesi jelajah &lt;a href="http://www.gempakstarz.com/"&gt;Gempak Starz™&lt;/a&gt; 2011 (Gempak Starz™ Road Tour 2011). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cambest&lt;/span&gt; bila saya turut dijemput menjayakan sesi jelajah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; sebagai MC (Master of Ceremonies) &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moderator&lt;/span&gt; bagi memastikan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;korang&lt;/span&gt; dapat bersama beramah-mesra dengan artis² komik &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feveret korang&lt;/span&gt; dari &lt;a href="http://www.gempakstarz.com/"&gt;Gempak Starz™&lt;/a&gt; yang turut serta seperti berikut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oo-D2ZO9xs/TYW4Zc6FThI/AAAAAAAABKk/CnMFJFDZSOQ/s1600/179210_10150094351981169_110946776168_6240864_767166_n.jpg" onblur="function onblur(){try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586073660219018770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oo-D2ZO9xs/TYW4Zc6FThI/AAAAAAAABKk/CnMFJFDZSOQ/s400/179210_10150094351981169_110946776168_6240864_767166_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAD TOUR 01&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELAKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lokasi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;MAHKOTA PARADE (MPH)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tarikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt; 26hb. Mac 2011 (Sabtu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Artis komik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;KEITH, KAORU &amp;amp; NISHIKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAD TOUR 02&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERENGGANU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lokasi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;MESRA MALL (Popular)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tarikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt; 27hb. Mei 2011 (Juma'at)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Artis komik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;ZINT, KAORU &amp;amp; JO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAD TOUR 03&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEDAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lokasi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;STAR PARADE (Popular) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tarikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt; 11hb. Jun 2011 (Sabtu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Artis komik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;KAORU, JO &amp;amp; LITTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAD TOUR 04&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SABAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Lokasi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;KK CENTER POINT (Popular)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tarikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt; 23hb. Julai 2011 (Sabtu)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Artis komik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;KEITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00;"&gt;, KAORU &amp;amp; ZINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-1537368403240986055?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/1537368403240986055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=1537368403240986055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1537368403240986055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/1537368403240986055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/gempak-starz-road-tour-2011-ill-be-mc.html' title='GEMPAK STARZ™ ROAD TOUR 2011... I&apos;LL BE MC!'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0oo-D2ZO9xs/TYW4Zc6FThI/AAAAAAAABKk/CnMFJFDZSOQ/s72-c/179210_10150094351981169_110946776168_6240864_767166_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6107418433209675999</id><published>2011-03-19T11:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:31:22.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY COMICS'/><title type='text'>Kembali solo... 'CINTA KU SERU DI KELOPAK MAWAR'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jangan salah tafsiran! Secara peribadi saya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; solo cuma semenjak setahun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; saya banyak menghasilkan komik berdasarkan cerita orang lain yang mampu menaikkan semangat kreativiti saya. Kini saya cuba &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; kembali berkarya secara solo &amp;amp; melihat semangat itu di dalam diri sendiri. Paling penting saya berharap semangat itu akan tetap mampu mengekalkan skil melukis saya yang terkini. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tak&lt;/span&gt; selalunya azam kita akan ditanggung oleh orang lain &amp;amp; begitu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gak&lt;/span&gt; saya. Tapi ini &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; bermaksud saya akan terus solo dalam berkarya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;selepas ini saya sudah ada kemahiran &amp;amp; keinginan bukan saja melukis komik berdasarkan cerita sendiri tapi juga orang lain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; inilah percubaannya selepas lebih setahun pemergian arwah mak saya... Sebuah komik pendek 6 m/s; 'CINTAKU SERU DI KELOPAK MAWAR' buat terbitan &lt;a href="http://www.gempakstarz.com/"&gt;Gempak Starz™&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13kQPMRFgy8/TYQmAEuyfcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/39EgyJafkMM/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13kQPMRFgy8/TYQmAEuyfcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/39EgyJafkMM/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585631220558101954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Page 01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/01/with-you.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MT6O1o59cg/TYQocsYj8lI/AAAAAAAABKE/xA88WqOSKYE/s400/withyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585633911261885010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A panel in page 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhA5SVydi6w/TYQo70oPwUI/AAAAAAAABKM/p6w9iGuMt90/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VhA5SVydi6w/TYQo70oPwUI/AAAAAAAABKM/p6w9iGuMt90/s400/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585634446051098946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENGIMBAU SKIL DULU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2010/07/komik-12-ms-soulmate.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8icYcFb2MM/TYQtI8PoL5I/AAAAAAAABKc/h77baSTmGg8/s400/blog-soulmate001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585639069480136594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inilah komik 12 m/s 'SOUL MATE' yang diterbitkan dalam majalah UTOPIA™ isu 198 (15hb. Mac 2011). Ia dihasilkan sebelum saya berkolaborasi dengan penulis lain &amp;amp; mula cuba berusaha menitip minat kembali melukis selepas pemergian arwah mak saya pada akhir tahun 2009. Kalau tengok pada skil lukisan yang saya hasilkan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;, jelas ia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak &lt;/span&gt;banyak beza berbanding lukisan komik saya yang pernah diterbitkan dalam novel grafik 'Siri Maskeret Cinta: HANYA...' pada tahun 2002. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like my latest upgrade of drawing skil compared to before, so let me try stick to it with or without collaborator... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6107418433209675999?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6107418433209675999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6107418433209675999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6107418433209675999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6107418433209675999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/kembali-solo-cinta-ku-seru-di-kelopak.html' title='Kembali solo... &apos;CINTA KU SERU DI KELOPAK MAWAR&apos;'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13kQPMRFgy8/TYQmAEuyfcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/39EgyJafkMM/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-614881205783594723</id><published>2011-03-19T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:11:54.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PASSTIME ACTIVITY'/><title type='text'>WE LOVE TROPICANA LIFE... I'M SOLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saya telah dijemput &lt;a href="http://www.gempakstarz.com/"&gt;Gempak Starz™&lt;/a&gt; untuk memperagakan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt; terbaru oleh Tropicana Life 'I'M SOLD SOLD SOLD SOLD'. Jadi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;korang&lt;/span&gt; pastikanlah ia jadi SOLD OUT bila kelak mula dijual di laman web rasmi &lt;a href="http://www.gempakstarz.com/"&gt;Gempak Starz™&lt;/a&gt;  (selepas pertengahan April 2011). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First time &lt;/span&gt;memperaga semenjak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;join&lt;/span&gt; Industri Komik Malaysia di bawah naungan &lt;a href="http://www.gempakstarz.com/"&gt;Gempak Starz™&lt;/a&gt;. Bolehlah! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQM7E65CuGg/TYQcUYqgBtI/AAAAAAAABJ0/KQJgxZdFDWk/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQM7E65CuGg/TYQcUYqgBtI/AAAAAAAABJ0/KQJgxZdFDWk/s400/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585620574389929682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eksklusif, kepada 6 pembeli bertuah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; akan mendapat kad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spesel ni&lt;/span&gt; yang saya autograf &amp;amp; buat lakaran karakter (karakter apa? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nak tau&lt;/span&gt; kenalah jadi 6 pembeli bertuah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;!) khas buat kenangan keenam-enam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diorang&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-614881205783594723?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/614881205783594723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=614881205783594723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/614881205783594723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/614881205783594723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-love-tropicana-life-im-sold.html' title='WE LOVE TROPICANA LIFE... I&apos;M SOLD!'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQM7E65CuGg/TYQcUYqgBtI/AAAAAAAABJ0/KQJgxZdFDWk/s72-c/IMG_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5910107316333322328</id><published>2011-03-19T07:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T07:58:23.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CINTA TUNGGAL; GENESIS'/><title type='text'>CERITA UNTUK DUNIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jScXcXRZiSs/TYPpEGTFQbI/AAAAAAAABJs/eHGQmtHEuWY/s1600/genesis001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jScXcXRZiSs/TYPpEGTFQbI/AAAAAAAABJs/eHGQmtHEuWY/s400/genesis001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585564219488944562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak terasa waktu berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Menuliskan kisah hidup kita&lt;br /&gt;Canda tawa...&lt;br /&gt;Tangis amarah...&lt;br /&gt;Menghiasi memberikan warna&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah cerita untuk dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kau berikan harapan&lt;br /&gt;Di setiap langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan kekuatan&lt;br /&gt;Di setiap lemahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah terbayangkan&lt;br /&gt;Diriku tanpa dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Oh temanku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SAHABAT SEJATIKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau jarak pisahkan kita&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hati kita tetap satu&lt;br /&gt;Aku bisa karna dirimu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita bisa!&lt;br /&gt;Karna kita bersama&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah cerita untuk dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artis:&lt;/span&gt; Yovie &amp;amp; Nunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5910107316333322328?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5910107316333322328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5910107316333322328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5910107316333322328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5910107316333322328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/cerita-untuk-dunia.html' title='CERITA UNTUK DUNIA'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jScXcXRZiSs/TYPpEGTFQbI/AAAAAAAABJs/eHGQmtHEuWY/s72-c/genesis001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-8009189678841627981</id><published>2011-03-08T11:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:49:02.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI WANITA SEDUNIA 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yxVeNvYxnA/TXWrPomdv6I/AAAAAAAABI8/adblDkJM6RA/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yxVeNvYxnA/TXWrPomdv6I/AAAAAAAABI8/adblDkJM6RA/s400/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581555598280736674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allahyarhamha Sa'adah bte. Hj Fadhil adalah seorang wanita terhebat yang paling rapat pernah saya kenali. Beliaulah seorang rakyat, seorang muslimah, seorang suami, seorang isteri &amp;amp; seorang ibu dalam membesarkan anak tunggalnya dengan melalui setiap kepayahan dicemuh, dipandang rendah malah dikhianati tidak kira secara peribadi atau profesional. Biarpun banyak pujian yang dicurahkan kepadanya samada kerana rupa parasnya atau sumbangan yang telah diberikan kepada masyarakat penduduk, namun demi tanggungjawab beliau tidak pernah merasa angkuh malah terus berkhidmat sebagai seorang guru KEMAS, guru mengaji, guru nasyid, ahli politik UMNO/Barisan Nasional serta penyatu masyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau dalam kesibukan semua itu... pendidikan anak tunggalnya ini tidak pernah diabaikan. Biarpun adakalanya dia pulang kepenatan hingga marah-marah &amp;amp; bila saya ada melakukan kesalahan akan dirotan, tidak pernah saya berniat untuk pergi meninggalkannya sampai bila-bila. Kerana saya tahu, bukan mudah membesarkan seorang anak berbanding ramai anak kerana ia melibatkan hati dan perasaan yang tunggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hilang satu tiada lagi gantinya, gagal satu tiada lagi duanya, berjaya satu maka terbuktilah tiada salah didikannya. Hanya satu dapat membuktikan kejujurannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Malah saya pernah berharap jika diakhirnya diantara kami kematian menjemput, biarlah beliau pergi dulu supaya beliau tidak perlu merasa sakit untuk melihat kematian saya dahulu. Subhanallah, beliau pergi dalam redha saya &amp;amp; yakin doa saya untuk beliau dihantar terus ke syurga, insya-Allah di makbulkan kerana beliau seorang bidadari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau telah mendidik saya dengan baik. Mendedahkan saya dengan pelbagai jenis bahan telaah &amp;amp; ilmiah semenjak usia kecil lagi, selain kehidupan kami berkongsi hidup sebagai anak-beranak bersama di rumah belakang masjid itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliau tidak perlu selalu berada di sisi untuk mengajar &amp;amp; mendidik saya secara langsung. Namun jika saya ada persoalan, beliau tidak pernah gagal menjawab biarpun adakalanya jawapan itu mengambil masa untuk saya fahamkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dengan memerhati &amp;amp; mengamati beliau sahaja, saya sudah ingin menjadi seperti beliau; mantap, berusaha &amp;amp; tidak mudah mengeluh dalam setiap yang dikerjakan. Buat kaum wanita semua, jujur saya katakan bahawa saya dewasa belajar daripada kepayahan &amp;amp; usaha tegar seorang wanita bernama Sa'adah bte. Hj Fadhil... Al-Fatihah buat bondaku yang tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kepada lelaki yang suka bersikap ego terhadap orang lain terutamanya wanita, berfikirlah  dahulu sebelum anda ingin menunjukkan anda seorang yang teguh &amp;amp; bersikap kejantanan (kononnya!). Ingat! Ada kaum wanita hidupnya terpaksa melayan kealpaan lelaki berlagak dalam berpolitik &amp;amp; berdakwah demi menjaga maruah diri! Saya harap lelaki-lelaki sebegini tolonglah sedar... maruah anda tetap bermula di diri anda &amp;amp; hak yang ingin anda jaga, bukan atas hak orang lain. Jika alpalah cara anda menjaga hak anda, maka alpalah hak anda kelak... begitulah juga wanita, hak yang ingin anda miliki.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-8009189678841627981?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/8009189678841627981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=8009189678841627981&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/8009189678841627981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/8009189678841627981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/selamat-hari-wanita-sedunia-2011.html' title='SELAMAT HARI WANITA SEDUNIA 2011'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yxVeNvYxnA/TXWrPomdv6I/AAAAAAAABI8/adblDkJM6RA/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5853220166130248620</id><published>2011-03-05T12:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T13:33:15.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERPEN'/><title type='text'>A SURROGATE PARENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBJ71Fru-x4/TXHK33ISQ4I/AAAAAAAABI0/A0Dh8nJ0R5I/s1600/surrogate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBJ71Fru-x4/TXHK33ISQ4I/AAAAAAAABI0/A0Dh8nJ0R5I/s400/surrogate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580464474329072514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me "Where have you been?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered "Are you kidding me? I'm still around... maybe I am the one who should ask you such question!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said "You're not active in Facebook anymore. For me, that's the only place I can assure myself that you're still alive &amp;amp; kickin'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled "Yeah... I get what you mean. You just want to say that I should start practice calling people for no reason, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... years knowing you, I don't think you'll do that unless..." He said followed by a wicked-wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm stuck..." I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... really attached!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment I kept myself silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a parent, with two baby daughters... I'm in love with them. I cry when I miss them, I rush to them when their daddy said one of them got fever &amp;amp; every time it was my turn to be their caretaker for the week... I got all excited." I confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend almost got choke by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You love possums, but being a caretaker? That's not you. If you got stuck with a baby for 24 hours, I knew you will took a well plan not to get caught up with another baby until your fear of 24 hours 'baby-freak' flushed away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hastily I stared him, with hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awkwardly said "Surprise! I even postpone my plan to migrate just to ensure I can build a perfect future for my babies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your babies?! Babe! I think you should get married &amp;amp; raise your own kids!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment I wanted to smack my friend but I didn't. Instead I calmly told him "Look... lets stop talking about my own sperm here to be mix with a lady's ovum to cultivate my own kids. My fate so far doesn't work that way, ok. I've told ya... these baby girls need me more than my own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err... tell me, do you have anything to do with their parent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in love with their daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!!! You're so gay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what? We've been best friend since 1996... he adored me, hurt by me, he stumbled for years because of me than... I didn't care! We never had sex, we never kissed but we're meant to be together. Now I know why..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about their mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Divorced, but I'm their mommy's best friend too... just friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now you're like the daddy's new lover?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled "You're so slow! I've been his lover before they even got married, you dork! Just not sexually... anyway he has a fiance now &amp;amp; I like her too... as friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend got confused "You know what, you really have a weird taste on girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emotionally... not sexually." I rephrased him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I think you're really not a human. I knew, even most men who knows you do have intention to crush you on bed but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut the f***ing thought, troll! We're not talking about me here... it's about my baby girls! I'm in love with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept in silence for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed &amp;amp; said "I thought you are in love with someone... new? The one that makes your creativity goes over the top?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still..." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... ?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what, I'm glad that I'm the only one who is in love... if not, I might not have this decision to be devoted with my baby girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meaning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets waste that love... if I have something, I'll give it, but my daughters come first to fulfill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... you make sense there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about the daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooo... I have big plan for him. I want him to have most part of my share!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No... you DIDN'T!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do... I want my daughters to be proud of their real daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you want to be their daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope... I'm their beloved uncle. I don't want them to lost touch with their daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about their mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I really want to smack my friend but still... I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure have half brain, don't you? How can I surpass their mother, I don't have boobs you a**hole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He giggled then continued by saying "Bro... stay in love with the one who brought back your old self, please. No matter what, don't let go. You'll need that love even now you're attached with this family as a 'surrogate parent'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled decently hearing him said such word. I agreed no less, he's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't let go but... I won't hope either." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you always do... " He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smiled to each other before we set apart as the next day he got 'killed'... by a fortune machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5853220166130248620?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5853220166130248620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5853220166130248620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5853220166130248620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5853220166130248620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/03/surrogate-parent.html' title='A SURROGATE PARENT'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBJ71Fru-x4/TXHK33ISQ4I/AAAAAAAABI0/A0Dh8nJ0R5I/s72-c/surrogate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-5354228140813550489</id><published>2011-02-09T20:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T14:50:25.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COLLABORATION COMIC'/><title type='text'>PREVIU KOMIK 12 M/S 'ONCE... CINTA ABADI'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kolaborasi saya bersama penulis muda berbakat besar, Igniz diteruskan lagi dengan sebuah karya cinta 2 sejoli (yang pertama daripadanya!). Dia menulis skrip berdasarkan konsep cerita yang saya syorkan di blog ini berjudul &lt;a href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2010/11/once.html"&gt;ONCE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melalui karya ini, saya bertambah yakin dengan kebolehan Igniz sebagai seorang penulis. Jika sebelum ini saya hanya mengadaptasi karyanya yang sedia ada di laman blognya '&lt;a href="http://youcannotreadthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;youCANNOTREADthis&lt;/a&gt;' dalam bahasa Inggeris, kali ini dia menghasilkan karya dalam bahasa Melayu. Saya anggap ini karya eksklusif daripada Igniz yang membuktikan dia bukan sahaja bagus menulis dalam bahasa Inggeris, tetapi juga dalam bahasa Melayu... &lt;em&gt;I believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With his great writing, I believe I can develop even more better comic drawing&lt;/em&gt;, insya-Allah. Inilah hasil kolaborasi yang saya anggap cukup ekslusif berbanding yang sebelumnya &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;I'm looking forward for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; karya ini yang pada asalnya Igniz tetapkan 8 m/s saya kembangkan jadi 12 m/s sebab ada babak berdasarkan skrip ingin saya kembangkan dalam bentuk lukisan komik, eksklusif untuk terbitan Gempak Starz™. &lt;em&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt; ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TVKQZuHgcVI/AAAAAAAABIs/bbTgyeWrQBw/s1600/page02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 281px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571674460561371474" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TVKQZuHgcVI/AAAAAAAABIs/bbTgyeWrQBw/s400/page02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Page 02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TVKQO2S6hKI/AAAAAAAABIk/TF2y2VNVqmw/s1600/page06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 289px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571674273778140322" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TVKQO2S6hKI/AAAAAAAABIk/TF2y2VNVqmw/s400/page06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Page 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TVKQA7tBVaI/AAAAAAAABIc/L1M39fkS3Yg/s1600/page07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 289px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571674034711647650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TVKQA7tBVaI/AAAAAAAABIc/L1M39fkS3Yg/s400/page07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Page 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-5354228140813550489?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/5354228140813550489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=5354228140813550489&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5354228140813550489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/5354228140813550489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/02/previu-komik-12-ms-once-cinta-abadi.html' title='PREVIU KOMIK 12 M/S &apos;ONCE... CINTA ABADI&apos;'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TVKQZuHgcVI/AAAAAAAABIs/bbTgyeWrQBw/s72-c/page02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-6474532898061995968</id><published>2011-02-05T10:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:13:40.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST LYRICS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COLLABORATION COMIC'/><title type='text'>FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TUy2GgyJyGI/AAAAAAAABIU/KPVNc78hWvQ/s1600/IMAG0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TUy2GgyJyGI/AAAAAAAABIU/KPVNc78hWvQ/s400/IMAG0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570027062146222178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;^ Xposé karya komik terbaru berjudul 'ONCE... CINTA ABADI' (8 m/s) dengan hasil skrip 100% oleh &lt;a href="http://youcannotreadthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Igniz&lt;/a&gt; berdasarkan ilham lakaran konsep saya (&lt;a href="http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2010/11/once.html"&gt;http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2010/11/once.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't be afraid to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you, cause I am the fool&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am crazy, just don't care&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean I don't want you near,&lt;br /&gt;This is the story about me and you&lt;br /&gt;And it's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faith!&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you&lt;br /&gt;is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh Faith !&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am...&lt;br /&gt;so please...&lt;br /&gt;have faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times and so many ways&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know just where to go,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a sign and opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are different, you're still here&lt;br /&gt;I guess you figured me out right then&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe that we can make it through&lt;br /&gt;And that's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faith!&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you&lt;br /&gt;is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh Faith!&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am...&lt;br /&gt;so please...&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FAITH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid... to feel this way...&lt;br /&gt;Just hear me out!&lt;br /&gt;Stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that's called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faith!&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you&lt;br /&gt;is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am...&lt;br /&gt;so please...&lt;br /&gt;have faith... In me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take me as I am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Celion Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2408992037116066400-6474532898061995968?l=fakhrulanour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/feeds/6474532898061995968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2408992037116066400&amp;postID=6474532898061995968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6474532898061995968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2408992037116066400/posts/default/6474532898061995968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakhrulanour.blogspot.com/2011/02/xpose-karya-komik-terbaru-berjudul-once.html' title='FAITH'/><author><name>Fakhrul Anour</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01955016093671762608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Wq0LRRc04/TYIstRQeJCI/AAAAAAAABJM/Qk8k9AsyzeU/s220/prof-001smallest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Kpu-6bZ1I4/TUy2GgyJyGI/AAAAAAAABIU/KPVNc78hWvQ/s72-c/IMAG0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2408992037116066400.post-1135623740684548720</id><published>2011-02-01T09:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:40:09.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PERSONAL JOURNAL'/><title type='text'>KEKASIHKU DIREMBAT ORANG... SAYA MARAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beberapa hari lepas peristiwa yang paling kubimbangkan terjadi, akhirnya terjadi juga. Buah hati, pengarang jantung &amp;amp; penemanku di kala kesunyian kini telah dirembat orang. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tepon&lt;/span&gt; bimbit bijakku (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smartphone&lt;/span&gt;) HTC TOUCH VIVA telah dirembat orang!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peristiwa sedih &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; berlaku pada petang 29hb. Januari 2011 ketika sedang bermain bola tampar bersama jiran tetangga.  Yang membuatkan ku kesal apabila orang lain jatuh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; diorang,&lt;/span&gt; beberapa kali saya tegur, tetapi apabila &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; saya jatuh terus hilang entah ke mana. Jiran-jiran menduga ia mungkin dicuri oleh remaja adik-beradik yang bermain dalam pasukan saya yang mengambilnya, sebab lepas saya bilang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; handphone &lt;/span&gt;saya hilang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diorang&lt;/span&gt; berdua terus balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; suka&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nak&lt;/span&gt; menuduh sesiapa, namun saya pulang ke rumah dengan rasa hampa kerana di situlah saya menyimpan kerja² terkini saya. Malah yang lebih menghampakan ialah sesiapa sahaja yang mengambil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; memang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; bertanggung jawab langsung. Jika benarlah remaja yang masih bersekolah tersebut mengambilnya maka jelaslah dia langsung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;takder&lt;/span&gt; ehsan serta kejujuran dalam hidup. Saya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; yakin dia mampu menjadi yang terbaik di masa akan datang. Ini kerana kami satu pasukan bola tampar ketika itu, dan saya cukup bertoleransi dengannya sebagai rakan sepasukan. Mencuri harta saya bila ia jatuh di depan matanya jelas daifnya pemikiran remaja zaman sekarang di bawah asuhan pengasuh masing-masing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasihat saya kepada remaja yang pantang tengok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; jatuh depan mata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;, atau duit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;, atau apa sahajalah barang bernilai yang bukan hakmilik sendiri... tolonglah jangan diambil sebagai harta sendiri kerana diakhirnya harta anda sendiri kelak akan tergadai. Saya bercakap di sini kerana harta kehidupan saya &amp;amp; arwah bonda dirampas orang kerana ketamakan kuasa mereka. Sekarang saya dalam misi merampas apa yang hak saya biarpun diakhirnya mungkin menggadai nyawa orang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; sendiri (itu kuasa Allah, bukan saya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai contoh, pemfitnah hidup saya... mohon saya kepada Allah hanyalah "Lindungilah saya daripada fitnah, jauhkanlah saya daripada fitnah &amp;amp; hapuskanlah mereka yang mendekatiku dengan fitnah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana fitnahlah ramai yang menganggap saya berbohong kerana yang benar² berbohong ialah orang yang membawa fitnah. Pemfitnah sangat bijak misinya, dia akan mendekati semua orang yang mengenali saya (yang tidak saya kenal secara peribadi... itulah susahnya menjadi orang popular!) &amp;amp; dia akan menjual cerita palsu tentang diri saya. Jadi orang yang kenal saya akan sentiasa dipengaruhi oleh cerita tersebut sehinggalah saya mendekati mereka untuk mengenali saya secara peribadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila orang yang dibisikkan fitnah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni &lt;/span&gt;mulai saya dekati secara peribadi, di saat ini pemfitnah akan mula panas bontot sebab saya sudah mula pandai bergaul dengan orang yang
