<?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-5448980</id><updated>2011-08-02T01:31:01.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palladium Moxy</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog of mdnosha.. Hi frens! Sorry your links got removed! I didn't thought of it when I changed this blog's theme..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111848498749598345</id><published>2005-06-11T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:16:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for the weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm back home for the weekend. It's been a gruelling stay, I just had no time to idle around unless the sun had set. Met alot of interesting people, one of them being a petite guy named Sazeli. I knew I've heard the name before, probably from some graphic media source. By fluke I recalled he's one of the artists rather in-grained with the local scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having difficulty downloading purchased tracks from soundbuzz. After exchanging some e-mails to thier support, they've managed to provide me with a supposedly in-depth troubleshoot. The problem is my lappie could not open it. My instincts tells me that I need the Office suite, only the problem now I'm too tied up to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An added note - I've made up my mind to give up my Zen for an iPod Mini. The playlife glitch has bothered me long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111848498749598345?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111848498749598345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111848498749598345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-for-weekend.html' title='Back for the weekend'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111799671959080260</id><published>2005-06-06T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:43:21.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good citizens</title><content type='html'>Got a call from Dee saying she'll be taking over the bicycle tonight. That's fine, I'm not working tonight. After beating the clock for getting a new pair of running shoes and a pair of shorts from RSH Northpoint, I managed to buy some essential toiletries for my 3 week in-camp reservist starting from today - and I've yet to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Dee, I took a tour around the vicinity of my block twice just to get the feel how night rides were. I used to be crazy about it, during my studying days. I used to have hardcore wheel junkies, too bad things changed. We just don't have time to do it again. Soon after that I sat on the public sitting area at the corner of the void deck. Within the next 10 minutes I picked up the bicycle again, and went round and round the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I realised a police division car stopped and parked at the lot opposite. As I make another turn I heard someonce called "Abang.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ended the turn, expectedly, the two officers approached me. Obviously someone from the neighbourhood had dialled the number to check on me. Good citizens. I don't really mind. Infact, I intend to give my full cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down the bicycle, before one of them asked for my id I was already making a gesture for the officer two wait while I dig my back pocket for my wallet. The second officer was a little stunned as I make my way to the table by walking behind him. Good officers must possess tactical awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid my wallet and card holder on the table as I gave my id to the second officer. From here the normal get-to-know conversation starts. He'd asked me how much the bicycle cost, chinning at it. $400, I replied. Then he'd continued on my residence. That's easy, I just live upstairs. He'd concluded about my status. I replied that I'm off today, and will be reporting for a 3 weeks reservist tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you from Juliet?", he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I was. It's just that I got transferred to PKTC...", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that I got my id back, and they said thanks and wave goodbye. So much for minding my own business down my own residence. Two thumbs up for the citizen whom made the call, you're a gung-ho neighbourhood watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later Dee came along with his guy friend whom will be her partner for the NTU triathlon this month. So good to see her. A little funny for the shortie to ride on the bicycle, I guess the seat needs a little adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, wish me luck for the boot camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111799671959080260?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111799671959080260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111799671959080260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-citizens.html' title='Good citizens'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111795908787639731</id><published>2005-06-05T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:11:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie malnutrition</title><content type='html'>After watching a particular movie trailer on tv earlier, I realised that I've lost my leisure time for visit to the movies. If I am certain, the last was Hide and Seek. A quick flip on my planner, time wasn't actually the reason. Most of the other days I actually do have enough time, but the problem is actually (sad enough) a movie partner (or groupie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us make a habit of going across the border to get some cheap video discs of the latest title to appear on the silver screen, here or anywhere else. Ofcourse, picture quality is not a priority if you fall on the above lot. We'll be missing the staple surround sound, the occasional laughter of the crowd, the total ambience of movie watching in a cinema. I'm not an ambassador of the MDA, but I personally feel that it is always best to be original. Most of my friends love movies. Like you and me, always anticipate the latest flick, or any other that is coming the screen. Unfortunately I had difficulty tagging them to watch one, it's either they're not keen to watch the particular title, or they may have already watched it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I've asked a particular friend of mine if he'd like to catch this movie which is opening in a week or so. He said he'd watch it. I wasn't surprised. Furthermore, he'd be happy to come along if I bought the tics for him, on my own pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind that, but it seems that I'm stuck with the same situation most of the time, with 75% of the people around me. Where are the true movie-goers (around me atleast) gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My planner says it all, it's not the tight schedule. Unless I can make a habit of going alone, which is somethng I'n not used to then I might not suffer from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;movie malnutrition&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111795908787639731?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111795908787639731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111795908787639731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/06/movie-malnutrition.html' title='Movie malnutrition'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111770949554959418</id><published>2005-06-02T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:51:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubik</title><content type='html'>I've finally had my room rearranged (atleast, partially) on the day I got myself a personal television set and a cheap cabinet for it. Now I don't have to bother my parents for using the set in the living room for playing PS2 or hogging the channel. The tv cabinet was like a jigsaw puzzle, although claimed by the shop auntie it's a breeze to fix. Think of it as a large rubik's cube or lego set. My brother and I took twice the time expected to set it up, not excluding the amount of time spent deciphering which piece goes where after opening the packaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step is to get a printer. I'm planning to rasterbate the four walls in this room. Boy, I have too many ideas already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee called earlier on. Wanted to borrow my mountain bike for her upcoming triathlon. It's been in the store for quite some time and I've yet to get it's rear sproket-hub-rim realigned. Anyway, all the best Jane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111770949554959418?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111770949554959418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111770949554959418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/06/rubik.html' title='Rubik'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111699563608973574</id><published>2005-05-25T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:57:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive Neeon</title><content type='html'>Before I get too locked up on anything else I'd better update this blog. Schedule have been a little too redundant lately, and it's getting bored. I guess I really need a break, but not before my upcoming 2 weeks in-camp reservist in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've just came back from inservice. Rather early actually. Hung out at Transit with the blokes, them busy watching skin flick videos on the mobiles. Hassan was literally making a fool of himself chasing every girl who walked past the table - while making the phonecall gesture. It's ok, we know he's dumber than that. The rest of the guys had to rush down to PLD for thier uniform, all the trouble just to exchange for the correct sizes. I didn't bother, though my pants were one size larger. Prolly I'll be wearing it Levi's style - at the hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osman is planning for a 3 day Tioman diving trip in July, Hashrin, Faizal and myself are game for it. Initially it was meant to be for next month, but my reservist got in the way. We just need to tag one or two more, but even there isn't any we'll still give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I've seen Creative's new Zen Neeon. Specs' pretty much the same as Micro, the only thing that's cool about it is its Stik-On skins - very much like Shuffle's decal extravaganza. Not really sure of the playtime (suppose to be 16 hours non-stop), I just hope it's not like Micro - the battery glitch is really disappointing. Perhaps that is one reason for me to trade my Micro for Neeon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111699563608973574?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sg.creative.com/products/product.asp?category=213&amp;subcategory=214&amp;product=12214&amp;nav=2' title='Dive Neeon'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111699563608973574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111699563608973574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/05/dive-neeon.html' title='Dive Neeon'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111582873658459495</id><published>2005-05-12T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:25:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/104_image%28064%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/104_image%28064%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he's not sleeping till his leg got twisted.. see?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111582873658459495?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582873658459495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582873658459495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-hes-not-sleeping-till-his-leg-got.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111582865613689696</id><published>2005-05-12T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:24:16.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/105_image%28065%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/105_image%28065%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the guy never turn up with a lighter..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111582865613689696?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582865613689696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582865613689696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/05/apparently-guy-never-turn-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111582860879407424</id><published>2005-05-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:23:28.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/86_image%28052%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/86_image%28052%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a pack a poke and perk up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111582860879407424?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582860879407424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582860879407424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/05/pick-pack-poke-and-perk-up.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111582851719601411</id><published>2005-05-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:21:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/Image%28111%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Image%28111%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he's not from The Mummy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111582851719601411?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582851719601411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582851719601411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-hes-not-from-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111582756077608012</id><published>2005-05-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:06:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/Leon.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Leon.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and his colleague, seems the universal language is the true pose of choice for impromptu photo shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111582756077608012?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582756077608012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111582756077608012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-bro-and-his-colleague-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111380823597917719</id><published>2005-04-18T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T15:18:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixelfreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pixelfreak.com/v3/img/poster.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pixelfreak.com/v3/img/wposter.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to rasterbate this image and put it on my room. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Poster courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.pixelfreak.com"&gt;Pixelfreak.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111380823597917719?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pixelfreak.com' title='Pixelfreak'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111380823597917719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111380823597917719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/pixelfreak.html' title='Pixelfreak'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111357069682446372</id><published>2005-04-15T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:11:36.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00381.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC00381.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange bag for strange Dee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111357069682446372?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111357069682446372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111357069682446372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/strange-bag-for-strange-dee.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111330370857163730</id><published>2005-04-12T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:01:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collage of last month's KL getaway..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111330370857163730?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111330370857163730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111330370857163730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/collage-of-last-months-kl-getaway.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111320559267266078</id><published>2005-04-12T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T18:39:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not me, I admit</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was dormant. Got home from work quite early, around 11 in the morning. Waited for sister Era to come after 12 pm, but never came. We have to discuss over some family matters. Throughout the wait I played the fun box, read some other people's blogs and managed to finish two chapters of Da Vinci Code, albeit feeling drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes. A glance at my mobile showed 6 am. Surprised, I've been sleeping from afternoon till morning! Got a few repeated missed calls from and unknown number and two sms from Dee and Naura, received yesterday's afternoon and evening respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Naura a few hours later. Surprisingly, she mentioned about chatting with me on MSN last night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night I was asleep&lt;/span&gt;. Said she'll be right back after watching Desperate Housewives, but I went offline instead. She also mentioned how disparate our "conversation" was, referring to the way I address her as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kau &lt;/span&gt;and myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;. That's not me, I admit. Could it be that someone was using my nick and password?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111320559267266078?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111320559267266078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111320559267266078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/thats-not-me-i-admit.html' title='That&apos;s not me, I admit'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111319576113881351</id><published>2005-04-11T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T17:11:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC01900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC01900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Up Speak Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, can't get enough of this: &lt;a href="http://exodus.interoutemediaservices.com/deliverMedia.asp?id=1dd3cc61-1076-4027-a3ad-e6fe11baa55c&amp;amp;delivery=stream"&gt;Black and White Town by the Doves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111319576113881351?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111319576113881351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111319576113881351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/stand-up-speak-up-by-way-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111276681202640840</id><published>2005-04-06T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:59:07.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weary</title><content type='html'>Woke up quite late in the afternoon today. My body is still weary from last night's OT shift. I was actually planning to visit Causeway Point for some household necessities, but since it's too late I've decided to postpone it to another day. I've got too many plans, but work schedule got in the way of it most of the time. Just this morning I've managed to contact Dee, only to come into a conclusion of an unconfirmed outing due to our clashing schedule. Nevertheless, I'm going to do some major house spring clean on my off-duty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother finally bought Shuffle. This gadget is a wonder, weighs just 0.78 ounces you might wear it on a lanyard without pulling your neck down or getting it swing from side to side when you are on the move. I think the only drawback is the wma incompatibility. The decal he got from an internet auction looks great too. Imprinted is 'Juicy Tunes', very much like a Wrigleys chewing gum pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to purchase some more songs from Soundbuzz. I've listed down the songs I heard over the radio, mostly on Class 95. You bet, all of the songs I have in mind are 80's track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111276681202640840?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111276681202640840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111276681202640840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/weary.html' title='Weary'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111272551802986756</id><published>2005-04-06T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T02:25:18.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC002821.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC002821.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile ago we were yakking around, in the next moment we were taken away by the Z monster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111272551802986756?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111272551802986756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111272551802986756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/awhile-ago-we-were-yakking-around-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111258551744119382</id><published>2005-04-04T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:21:21.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By and by</title><content type='html'>Barely an hour ago I woke up to the sound that was generated by my mobile phone. Even though I slept after 6 am, the alarm managed to function well. Funny this is usually very rare on working days, especially if I have to report for morning shift. This eventuality of being late can lead to an undesirable scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours ago just after I published my previous blog entry I got a message window from Naura through MSN. In the course of chatting I suddenly found myself to be in the shoes of a social&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;counselor. I shall not describe it here though, but it somehow amuses me to find myself being just like that. Nevertheless, I think I fared well in providing some aid to a needy friend. Feeling heavy-eyed by this time I don't think I can manage to read a paragraph in Da Vinci Code, so I switched off the laptop and immediately climbed up the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was hours ago. It's raining outside now. I love the scent of rain - so refreshing yet your senses unify to put you in a dreamy state, what more if you fix your eyes on the raindrops hitting the hard pavement. Perhaps I will be able to read now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111258551744119382?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111258551744119382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111258551744119382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-and-by.html' title='By and by'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111255866969637775</id><published>2005-04-04T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T10:54:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razing countless agitated zombies</title><content type='html'>The plastic dove slid out of the window and 'cuckooed' twice. It's already 2 am in the morning, and I'm far from nodding infront of my lappie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago I've juz switched off the black funbox after more than two hours of button bashing the game Cold Fear. I think I've progressed quite deep into the storyline, after a dozen times of razing countless agitated zombies with an arsenal of firearms. My personal favourite is the shotgun. What more fun than smashing thier heads with high velocity ballistic pellets? Don't get me wrong, I'm not a violent person. In this context the only way to erase that chilling up the spine during a zombie encounter is to be trigger happy. That really helps alot. Unfortunately I came to an abrupt stop. I could be playing this till 6 in the morning, but I planned to read a few chapters of Da Vinci Code instead just before I hit the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111255866969637775?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111255866969637775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111255866969637775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/04/razing-countless-agitated-zombies.html' title='Razing countless agitated zombies'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111228070375719099</id><published>2005-03-31T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T12:34:21.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corked up cables and Zen</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe I've changed my mind. Maybe I'm too fickle minded. One of the definite reasons is that I couldn't bare to leave this blog as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I've changed the template again. Felt like I could change it all the time. At this point of time I'm trying to figure out what the hell went wrong with my Moto E398 PC connector. Win XP just refuse to recognise its connection. To make things worse, the mobile does not have any IR port, and my lappy's Bluetooth got decayed. How am I suppose to transfer all the camera images? This is maddening!! I wish I had my 6670 back. It's all so breezy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too surprised at my brother. Bought me a &lt;a href="http://www.creative.com/products/product.asp?category=213&amp;subcategory=214&amp;amp;product=10795"&gt;Creative Zen Micro&lt;/a&gt;. Almost got myself an iPod Shuffle&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodshuffle/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, despite its lack of graphical user interface (as you might know it doesn't come with an LCD) I still admire its physics. My old Digitball player (&lt;a href="http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/she-is-horny.html"&gt;read my archived entry&lt;/a&gt;) got snapped at the battery cap hinge for the second time (at that time of point I really shook my head violently in disgust, you should have seen my face). Anyway, I'm already too content with Zen. Since It's not my birthday, so he agreed that I'm going to give him $150 for his kindness, about half the purchase price. We're sharing this gadget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111228070375719099?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111228070375719099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111228070375719099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/03/corked-up-cables-and-zen.html' title='Corked up cables and Zen'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111019837542223111</id><published>2005-03-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:26:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.html' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/--[ HogafflaHage ]-- 07 03 2005 20 24 12.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how's it like to be a music choreographer? Don't be fooled, the quartet can really hum a tune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111019837542223111?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111019837542223111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111019837542223111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/03/ever-wondered-hows-it-like-to-be-music.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111019463599523433</id><published>2005-03-07T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:31:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00254.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC00254.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie sidekicks. Hitch was great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111019463599523433?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111019463599523433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111019463599523433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/03/movie-sidekicks.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111016419964481594</id><published>2005-03-07T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T10:56:39.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.ww2incolor.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/World War 2 Pictures In Color - Latest News 07 03 2005 10 55 50.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my morning net surf with a mug of Ovaltine by my side, I discovered this cool site which features rare color photos of World War II. It's surprising that they don't look digitally painted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111016419964481594?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111016419964481594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111016419964481594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/03/during-my-morning-net-surf-with-mug-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111010250111405100</id><published>2005-03-06T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:48:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/116_image(069).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/116_image(069).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current desktop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111010250111405100?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111010250111405100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111010250111405100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/03/current-desktop.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-111010239675470822</id><published>2005-03-06T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T17:46:36.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00205.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC00205.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffeshop cat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-111010239675470822?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111010239675470822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/111010239675470822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/03/coffeshop-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110965798363771007</id><published>2005-03-01T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:19:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/incar.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/incar.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110965798363771007?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110965798363771007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110965798363771007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/03/smile.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110930172324005926</id><published>2005-02-25T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:22:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/Gig.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Gig.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blokes drunk Pink Dolphin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110930172324005926?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110930172324005926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110930172324005926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/02/two-blokes-drunk-pink-dolphin.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110930134258313424</id><published>2005-02-25T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:15:42.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00140.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC00140.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adverse reaction from an allergy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110930134258313424?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110930134258313424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110930134258313424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-adverse-reaction-from-allergy.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110915571879112395</id><published>2005-02-23T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:48:38.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/Sewel.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Sewel.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar's adverse reaction from an allergy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110915571879112395?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110915571879112395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110915571879112395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/02/iskandars-adverse-reaction-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110915537752328458</id><published>2005-02-23T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:42:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/almaj2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/almaj2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite hangout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110915537752328458?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110915537752328458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110915537752328458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/02/our-favourite-hangout.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110914340632099689</id><published>2005-02-23T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:07:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setulang feast before the car tyres sabotage!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC01492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC01492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brady bunch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After section 1 we headed to Setulang, Johore for a mini-team dinner. Brother Hashrin's open table! After getting the last glasses of teh-tariks (on the house), we came back to the parking lot only to find out abang Rafi's car got punctured by some local young punks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pantang tengok Singapore plate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110914340632099689?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110914340632099689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110914340632099689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/02/setulang-feast-before-car-tyres.html' title='Setulang feast before the car tyres sabotage!!'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110560378643270835</id><published>2005-01-13T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T16:09:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything else I wouldn't want to hear</title><content type='html'>Funny thing, just the other day I felt perfectly fine. When I woke up that morning, the strain on my back is quite bearable. I didn't put it to attention that much. I proceeded with my normal routine, before going off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, it began to take its toll. I had difficulty stretching myself, in every direction.  I can't even laugh for goodness sake. I intend to see my doctor the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected difficulty in sleeping. I can't turn from let to right in a sudden. I had to do it real slow. The worst is when I try to lie flat, facing the ceiling. The pain is acute. I found the most comfort while sleeping on my left .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor diagnosed me with normal sprain. That's what I thought. Before that he listed out the other possiblities; punctured lung, slip disc, and anything else I wouldn't want to hear. He gave me 2 kinds of tablets, and a muscle rub. I tried using it for sometime now, but nothing happens. Should the pain persists, he'll recommend me to go for an x-ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, every breadth is painful, my hands are trembling. I can't sneeze, can't laugh, can't eat properly. I'm really touched that all my brothers are really there for me. Thanks for ur concern guys. I just hope that it's nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110560378643270835?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110560378643270835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110560378643270835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/01/anything-else-i-wouldnt-want-to-hear.html' title='Anything else I wouldn&apos;t want to hear'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110510826605156314</id><published>2005-01-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:31:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of plastic</title><content type='html'>Unexpectedly, Osman wasn't too disappointed. In fact he'd realised there have been alot of obstacles among the touring party, that is for us to get into confirmation. We just felt that the trip was not meant to be, atleast for this month. Anyway he concluded that we might be postponing it somewhere between February and March. It still requires disscussion and planning, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so absent-minded. Left my key hanging on the locker door, together with my card-wallet. If not for Hashrin, I guess I'll never see my i-card and some other important pieces of plastic. I don't mind the prank of making me wait till the end of the day before returning it to me. It's just that I'm glad that I got it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110510826605156314?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110510826605156314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110510826605156314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/01/pieces-of-plastic.html' title='Pieces of plastic'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110494157649868990</id><published>2005-01-05T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T00:12:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abort the plans</title><content type='html'>It was a sudden choice, while Osman was ardent about the coming trip, both Hashrin and Faris have already pulled themselves out. Left only myself. I guess the trip wont work out this time, even though Osman's suggestion for a de-tour to Hatyai  seems favorable.  Perhaps if we could get more heads to join, then it'll turn out fine as planned. Even Loh tried to convince me that Phuket is still alive despite the current tragedy.  I can just stand there and listen. Much to my dismay, I will have to abort the plans, unfortunatly I've yet to bring the news to Osman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110494157649868990?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110494157649868990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110494157649868990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2005/01/abort-plans.html' title='Abort the plans'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110433078665092367</id><published>2004-12-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T23:23:09.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phonecall </title><content type='html'>It's been more than two weeks, and tomorrow I'll be back for work again. Some unexpected things happened there while I was away, particularly the near death experience of a colleague. I just hope he'll realize that life is not the end for him that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up by the ringing of my phone this morning, placed just beside my pillow like I usually did. It wasn't Dee, she called a little later. In the afternoon I pressed on the black fun box (PS2 whatelse), barely 10 minutes of button mashing then my phone rang. To the tune of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N.E.R.D's  The Way She Dance&lt;/span&gt; I knew who was calling. 2/3 of my brain was on the TV screen, while the remaining on the conversation, but it came to a conclusion however - shop at town. Dee wanted to splurge on some stuff, while I wanted to get a new trucker cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end she bought a pair of jeans, a Freshbox T, 2 belts and a cool pair of shades all at Far East basement. Finally she reserved a pair of brown Puma sneakers down at RSH. As for me, I didn't get what I was looking for - because it was not there. I'll just wait for Phuket. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of Phuket, I'm not sure if the trip will work out due to the current disaster. Maybe Ko Samui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she goes off to work, walking so quick she's more like scuttling. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She still have 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; As she disappeared into the crowd I looked at the watch. Still early to head home. Fortunately my phonecall to Sharil was not a waste. After much friendly negotiation we agreed to meet up at Yishun Northpoint.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend seems to be having a lot of problems lately, with his job, fiance and her mom. He was engaged in the recent months and so I guess it's all rudiment. I don't wish to elaborate further here. The most important thing is it's really great to be able to meet up with someone whom been away for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110433078665092367?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110433078665092367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110433078665092367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/12/phonecall.html' title='Phonecall '/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110424869053658902</id><published>2004-12-28T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:45:43.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mouth drooled</title><content type='html'>This space have been ignored for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;you idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally done with my reservist. At first I really hated the deployment they sent me, but after a few days, I got the hang of it. In fact, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoyed &lt;/span&gt;it! Till the next FY, I really hope I'll be with the same troop. Such a bunch of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ular*&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really LOTR crazed. Just a week ago I picked up The Return Of The King DVD off the shelve with Dee. My eyes got stuck on the collector's edition boxed set, my mouth drooled just by touching it. And not only that just 3 days ago I got the new PS2 title. The moment I saw The Third Age I quickly shell out some moolar without hesitation. Soon after that I found myself stuck inbetween the couch and the controller all day. God I wish I could do this for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110424869053658902?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110424869053658902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110424869053658902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-mouth-drooled.html' title='My mouth drooled'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110078390966788962</id><published>2004-11-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:40:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn maddening!</title><content type='html'>If you love illusions you will love &lt;a href="http://www.grand-illusions.com/dragon.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not slept since yesterday. Came home from work and went online, just to keep myself awake. Burnt the aromateraphy incense just to keep myself a little at ease. When it was 4 pm I was already on my way to meet with faris to BBDC. I could barely keep my eyes peeled in class. Tomorrow there'll be another festive outing, a last minute plan somewhat. I'll be at BBDC at noon, joined the rest for the outing and have to be back at BBDC by evening. Darn maddening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a questionable math question for you to figure out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to buy a pair of shoes that will cost me $47&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of cash, so I borrowed from A $25, and B another $25&lt;br /&gt;That add up a total of $50. So I bought the shoes, and I got a $3 change right?&lt;br /&gt;Out of the $3, I spent a dollar for a drink, and I returned A and B a dollar each for the time being..&lt;br /&gt;Since I've returned a dollar each to A and B, I've only have $24 to pay them each right?&lt;br /&gt;But what about the $1 I spent on the drink? Where did it come from?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Vermilion - Slipknot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110078390966788962?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110078390966788962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110078390966788962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/11/darn-maddening.html' title='Darn maddening!'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110063675310463884</id><published>2004-11-17T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T04:25:53.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00953.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC00953.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cake to go aong with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110063675310463884?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110063675310463884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110063675310463884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-cake-to-go-aong-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110063669222488890</id><published>2004-11-17T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T04:24:52.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00948.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC00948.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to Irwan. May good and bad memories with WJOC 'C' be forever cherished..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110063669222488890?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110063669222488890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110063669222488890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/11/farewell-to-irwan.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110053012017560323</id><published>2004-11-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:57:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.travelling-dolls.de/sites/koh_samui_6.jpg' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/http%20%20%20www%20travelling-dolls%20de%20sites%20koh_samui_6%20jpg%2015%2011%202004%2022%2050%2011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh Samui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A destination I'll be heading this January. I have mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com" target="_blank"&gt;Lonely Planet&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent outbreaks of avian flu have resulted in fatalities and travellers are reminded to avoid situations where they will be closely exposed to live poultry or birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 28 October 2004, an explosion in Sungai Ko-lok, a resort town in Thailand's predominantely Muslim Narathiwat province frequented primarily by Malaysians, killed one person. It seemed to signal a retaliation by the PULO Islamic separatist organisation for the deaths in custody, just days earlier, of 78 Muslim protesters in the province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The incidents followed an explosion on 26 August, 2004, when a bomb exploded at Mamong market of Narathiwat province, also linked to separatists. Separatists have also staged attacks on police stations in the provinces of Pattani, Songkhla and Yala. While security forces have regained control and the situation has quietened, the area is still volatile, as exemplified by the explosion of three bombs in Buddhist temples in Narathiwat on 16 May, 2004. Travel in the area is to be approached with caution.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Thailand is a safe destination, travellers should be aware of occasional violence and banditry in some border areas, petty theft in cities and resort areas, and security issues on public transport, particularly in regard to women travelling on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand's borders with both Cambodia and Myanmar contain a volatile mixture of land mines, bandits, smugglers and rebels, and are the scene of occasional low-level military stoushes...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was messagng with SuFen the other day. She told me she'll be backpacking to Indonesia come February, which reminded me of my upcoming Koh Samui trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Careless Whisper - George Michael(Wham!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110053012017560323?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lonelyplanet.com/letters/sea/tha_pc.htm' title='Safe destination'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110053012017560323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110053012017560323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/11/safe-destination.html' title='Safe destination'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110045352722240749</id><published>2004-11-15T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T01:34:32.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Warfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/middle_east/03/urban_warfare/html/default.stm' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/BBC%20NEWS%2015%2011%202004%2001%2031%2039.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this while browsing the BBC news. If you've been keeping up with the Falluja crisis, you might find this interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110045352722240749?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/middle_east/03/urban_warfare/html/default.stm' title='Urban Warfare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110045352722240749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110045352722240749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/11/urban-warfare.html' title='Urban Warfare'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-110033254620319262</id><published>2004-11-13T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T16:24:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/Lomo(230).1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #666666; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Lomo(230).1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... you sure this colour suits me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the eve of Hari Raya Aidilfitri or Eid Mubarak, and I got to work for night shift. I wont be able to go for sholat Aidilfitri tommorrow, since I'll only knock off from work around 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to wake up early today, log-in an appointment with Kin on Messenger - to guide her on removing piles of spyware/adware in her pc. Unfortunately, I overslept till eleven plus in the morning! Sorry Kin!! Guess you're too tired after helping your dad with the ketupats! Felt so damn dazed upon waking up. Thank goodness I didn't join the rest of my brothers at Al-Majlis last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, spent the rest of the day doing last minute home chores. Mop the floor, vac the carpet and scrubbed the toilet! I'm totally drained off. Dad did the cleaning on the kitchen, and I bought some kitchen grease wipes from the hardwares store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago I searched for some good Eid e-cards. Found this site at www.eidmubarak.com. Lots of Flash and static cards here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Iinvisible - Clay Aiken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-110033254620319262?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110033254620319262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/110033254620319262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/11/hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109881777256046804</id><published>2004-10-27T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T04:45:38.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night's out</title><content type='html'>It feels so good to be on leave... three days straight!! Wonder what I'm going to do today. Maybe my room needs a little spring cleaning.. well I'll think about that later. Went out with the guys today. When was the last time I stepped into town? Been ages! The last time I went Wisma Atria was still undergoing renovation, and now they got stone sculptures along the sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rin in the afternoon. Initially went to Starhub at Cuppage to redeem his $100 voucher for a 128 mb memory card he longed for. Unfortunately the piece of paper is only valid for redemption of a new phone stringed with a new 2-year plan. Disappointed he was. Soon after that we broke fast at Lucky Plaza - the $2 eats. That's totally inappropriate. How come my Nasi Padang cost $3.50? Nevermind that, It barely bothered me except for the rumblings in my stomach. Met Don and his girl there, and eventually we ate together. *Laughs* At one time he made a mockery of an unsound man whom we encountered at Segamat on our way to Ledang. The man made abrupt nonsensical shouts in the middle of his conversation with us. We were kinda like *mak!* shocked and puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with the rest of the guys infront of Wisma. I wanted to catch a movie but considering all of them will have to wake up early tomorrow for work - so I'll just have to pass on that. The girls have not taken a proper dinner yet, so we headed for BK at Wheelock. We spent our time all the way there till it's time to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm home, right now, I'm still pondering what the hell I'm going to do today. I'll be sleeping less, drinking more coffee, and keep my Media Player running. Just ripped a cd of raggae tracks I got from Faris. Galang Gal! Wonder when I'm going for raggae night again. Nah... I'm trying to diss the habit. Yup... most of them says that. In the end we all end up going together if the response is good. Especially after pay day. These blokes are party animals. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Group Four - Mezzanine - Massive Attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109881777256046804?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109881777256046804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109881777256046804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/10/nights-out.html' title='A night&apos;s out'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109867833606270940</id><published>2004-10-25T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T05:43:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The elevation of a paper aeroplane</title><content type='html'>Finally finished with this new template, well - not exactly because there's still a few components I'm not thru with yet. Anway, this will probably will be the last template.. at least in Blogger. I've thought of moving my blog to somewhere else, preferably one with category system. MovableType is always the top choice but it seems there's something wrong with the priviledge control in &lt;a href="http://www.azniosman.com/"&gt;Azni's&lt;/a&gt; host. In the mean time I'll just hang around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, It's been quite awhile since my last entry. Been spending most of my free time with my regulars Hashrin, Faris, Jasmin, Ramadan and Taufik at Al Majlis, a middle eastern cafe located along Arab Street. Too lazy to sit on a chair it's not uncommon to ask for a carpet and just sit down! Great fare of middle eastern food too, not to mention the variety of sheesha flavours you can order. My personal favorite is Mango Mint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be heading to Geylang for the first time in Ramadhan. Just want to have a look see. I don't wish to visit at the end of the fasting month because I just can't stand the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Toy Soldiers - Martika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109867833606270940?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109867833606270940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109867833606270940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/10/elevation-of-paper-aeroplane.html' title='The elevation of a paper aeroplane'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109776453989316499</id><published>2004-10-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:01:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new Lomolitos disposables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shop.lomography.com/shop/main.php?cat=Lomographic%20Cameras&amp;pro=lit" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/480/Lomography%203%200%7E%20%20%20_%2014%2010%202004%2022%2035%2043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new Lomolitos disposables... too good to be thrown away!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours time marks the first day of Ramadhan. Ii'll be waking up early tomorrow, after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sahur, &lt;/span&gt;I'll squeeze some time doing some reading on PHP. I'm beginning to be a real geek now. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro took my Haro Escape for a ride last night, after so many months in the store room. He even changed the seat and the pedals. I really miss going for cycling trips around Singapore, during my ITE days, I made it a weekly habit with my loyal circle of pedal crazed friends. Went out at midnight, and came home really exhausted in the morning. I wish I could do that again, but it seems there's always not much time. I don't wish to give or sell the bike away, it's the first thing I bought for myself using my own salary way back then. It's like a novelty item :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'll Be There - Mariah Carey and Trey Lorenz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109776453989316499?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://shop.lomography.com/shop/main.php?cat=Lomographic%20Cameras&amp;pro=lit' title='The new Lomolitos disposables'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109776453989316499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109776453989316499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-lomolitos-disposables.html' title='The new Lomolitos disposables'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109704447126773282</id><published>2004-10-06T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T06:03:05.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Retreat at Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/480/DSC00880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beach bums hogging for the multi-coloured ball..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Forever Young - Alphaville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109704447126773282?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109704447126773282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109704447126773282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/10/team-retreat-at-sentosa.html' title='Team Retreat at Sentosa'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109638678827246307</id><published>2004-09-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T15:57:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flair for canvas and paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/kin%20393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/480/kin%20393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ikin did this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/480/DSC00769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Due to er... stress, I grabbed my blunt charcoal and scribbled some shades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My conversation with ikin let me to a surprising discovery. Abruptly she asked me take a look at her artwork. In an instance I expected the blogskin she might have created for her new blog, but a few of her artwork submitted from the class. Proud of you, Ikin! Too bad she don't do potraits. I rather work with charcoal than paint. I remembered a few rolls of charcoal works I created 4 years ago, prior to my enlistment of National Service. Caught up with stress, I stayed awake at night till sunrise working on 2 to 3 pieces a day. I just felt like drawing. Most probably I will start drawing again, when that happens I'll need a new set of charcoal sticks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Shafit, Puteri and Shasila today to take the knowledge test. Had beef soup noodles at Banquet Jurong Point. My mouth was drooling for Japanese, but I guess I pass. Hasrin and Faris aksed me out to town, but it's already in the afternoon. Anyway, went to Al-Majlis for sheesha with them and the rest yesterday. I really hate going out late and have to work the next day. Anyway, going to enter Johore with Hasrin and probably some of the other guys tomorrow evening. Garza already went this afternoon. He wanted me to come along, but I've already had my plans laid for the day, which I don't wish to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my bro got hooked with blogging. Atleast for now he's busy working on the skin. He is now a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zug&lt;/span&gt;, probably due to me. Ha ha ha... (evil laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&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/5448980-109638678827246307?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109638678827246307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109638678827246307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/flair-for-canvas-and-paint.html' title='Flair for canvas and paint'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109631250486387551</id><published>2004-09-28T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T15:58:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Majlis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/640/DSC00757_LE.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/480/DSC00757_LE.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The view above the food court Al-Majlis is fantastic..&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/5448980-109631250486387551?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109631250486387551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109631250486387551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/al-majlis.html' title='Al-Majlis'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109626207923556973</id><published>2004-09-27T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:01:52.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is horny</title><content type='html'>Looking again at my Digitball mp3 player really disappoints me. Barely two months and the hinge of the battery cap broke, making it impossible to clip it again. Fortunately I still got the receipt, tucked neatly in the product's packaging. I'd better be off to Ang Mo Kio if I want to listen to it again. Going out without it seems unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of purchase in V8 Bugis I was really struck by the massive internal 256 MB (including an additional SD/MMC card slot) and the price tag which hit just slightly above $200. It was the cheapest I could find, compared to the other brands. I didn't mind that it was manufactured in Taiwan, because these days it's brands are leading competitively.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it happened, I'm starting to reconsider. My brother bought a Creative 128 MB for a lot less cheaper at Cash Converter (or was it at Yahoo Auctions?). The only flaw is that it is limited by its internal memory, without any expansion slots. Yes, I did say that I'm starting to reconsider. Digitball won in the storage category, but lost out to quality. Believe me, because I'm the end-consumer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that. Skinned the template again. This time I (finally) incorporated with some Flash elements. After looking at it my brother got interested. Probably he'll going to be a zug like me. Been spotting him reading one of the books about HTML and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an additional note, someone been sending me sms messages. She is horny. Been sending me mms photos of her various porn shots in exchange for photos of my *ock. Lol. No way. I don't even think it is her anyway, most likely ripped off from the internet. What's worse is that I have the feeling that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt; a he , and I even doubt everything that she told me. Reckon this person is a actually guy(!!!) and one thing is for sure this person will be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109626207923556973?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109626207923556973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109626207923556973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/she-is-horny.html' title='She is horny'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109559539325340626</id><published>2004-09-19T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:03:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers and candies. WHERE?</title><content type='html'>Since morning i realised the clouds hovered beatifully against the sky, and I knew it'll gonna be a beautiful day. It rained early in the afternoon today. It doesn't matter. I love rainy days, and Class 95 was spinning beautiful songs. What's more it's my first off! Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postponed gathering was called off. Anith and Dilla couldn't make it in the last minute. Left only Max. Ikin was frustrated and so am I. We were really looking forward to it. Saw her nick on MSN read "flowers and candies. WHERE?" so I knew how she felt. Nevertheless I managed to give her bdae prez before she leaves for Queensway with her mom. She felt bad that she can't join me. I think its ok, things can always be arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Popular at Northpoint and got &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarokonline.com"&gt;Ragnarok Sakura Romance&lt;/a&gt;. The installation was quick enough, unfortunately it's patch installer took ages. Nevertheless, the game was quite addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention Class 95 is spinning beautiful songs right now? Darn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck by the song &lt;em&gt;I want to know what love&lt;/em&gt; is by Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109559539325340626?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109559539325340626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109559539325340626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/flowers-and-candies-where.html' title='Flowers and candies. WHERE?'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109525117214353176</id><published>2004-09-15T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:03:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday fruitcake</title><content type='html'>Darn.. have not been sleeping since yesterday morning. It's getting close to 24 hours. I'm not on a marathon or something, just that I wanna really spend my two days off. Now you know how precious they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana wish happy birthday to my dearest Ikin.. best wishes girl. Chatted with Illa just now, coincidently she got me thru Friendster. Anyway, told her bout this coming Sunday. I think most probably everyone's gonna be available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days ago I tactically escaped from a bunch of birthday-bash-happy morons. That was last week. So today would have been already belated right? Still wrong. I was literally (ah! Now this) gang tickled by birthday-tickler-happy idiots. It's worse than being walloped or kicked to a pulp! I laughed my throat out, but they just didn't stop. Lasted about 15 seconds. Hell. What I cannot accept is that Taufik, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birthday boy of the day&lt;/span&gt; was left unharmed. Just my luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garza and Ifah invited me to join a game of Warcraft at the nearby Lan-gaming hub at Woodlands. It's been awhile since the last time I played Lan, so I thought it'll be a good idea to tag along. Unfortunately the most intense moment of the skirmish was abruptly stooped by the timeout. Believe me, 3 hours is not enough. Anyway, we'll be going there again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way been piecing up another blogskin. I'll be using Firefox as my default web browser, so much cooler and it supports PNG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109525117214353176?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109525117214353176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109525117214353176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-fruitcake.html' title='Happy birthday fruitcake'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109514126214991863</id><published>2004-09-14T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:04:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up pedomorphic attitude</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling kinda worried that I could not apply for leave this coming Saturday. If it turns out so, then Ikin will be in disappointment kingdom. I don't want it to fail the second time. I'd better check with them again.&lt;br /&gt;Adrian and the rest of the guys will be entering Johore tomorrow after work. I dunno if I want to come along for errands and maybe a movie.&lt;br /&gt;I got a little pissed off with Sofyan yesterday. The guy's sometimes seems to have no manners at all. Sometimes my tolerance for him went above the limits. I actually snapped at him twice in a single day. I've never do something like that before. Everyone got nerves you know. Fucked up pedomorphic attitude. Nevertheless I try to forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109514126214991863?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109514126214991863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109514126214991863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/fucked-up-pedomorphic-attitude.html' title='Fucked up pedomorphic attitude'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109499677975222489</id><published>2004-09-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T04:46:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had an X-Files moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/Picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/200/Picture003.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up very late today... feels so good to wake up late once in a while. No plans in particular, only that the boys will be having a friendly match with SAS in the afternoon. Was supposed to be there. Incidently I planned with Sharil to meet up at Causeway Point to get Ikin's stuff around the same time. Dropped down at Woodlands MRT only to bump into Hasrizal and his girl, Hendra and Shafit. They all thought I was on my way there, so I just play along. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;By the way had an X-Files moment. Came across a one eyed cat along the void deck on my way to the MRT. I thought the little fella closes his right eye. I took a moment to stop and look at it, to my disbelieve he's not, and there's actually no eye socket. I regret that I didn't take a pic of him with my hp. Could have adopted him also.. then will name him Cylops. Cool..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/Picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109499677975222489?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109499677975222489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109499677975222489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/had-x-files-moment.html' title='Had an X-Files moment'/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109492654386041638</id><published>2004-09-12T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:53:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/smashingpumpkins.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/200/smashingpumpkins.2.jpg" border="0" align="left"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally got The Smashing Pumpkins GH and Slipknot's Vol. 3.. Used to listen to SP during my secondary school days. It was my first concert too when they performed at the WTC then way back in 90s..&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to go out with Ikin and the gang for a &lt;em&gt;collaborative&lt;/em&gt; birthday outing yesterday, but unfortunately it was not fated - as Ikin described. I thought so too. I already got a picture of what to give her anyway. Nevertheless the outing will be postponed prolly next week.&lt;br /&gt;Been playing hide and seek from my colleagues lately - all due to the birthday 'bash'. Before I got walloped by rag-tag bash-happy morons I might as well make my way to the exit door quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109492654386041638?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109492654386041638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109492654386041638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-got-smashing-pumpkins-gh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109445083529009134</id><published>2004-09-06T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T14:23:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/Lomo(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Lomo(140).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The peak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling really sleep deprived. After two days of following Shafit and his band I couldn't hold my self together anymore. Right on the second day after thier gig at The President's Charity I met up with Ikin and the rest of the guys at town, before settling down to the Bay. I'm really happy to see her again, and her she still have that sweet smile, only that I think she's gained weight a bit.. I can see it on her hips.&lt;br /&gt;Went to HRC last night, been so very long. Felt so tired I could even took a nap on the stone bench at McDonalds Nortpoint while waiting for Jasni and Faris. I didn't realise it untill Irwan woke me up.Raggae night was rockin'!&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109445083529009134?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109445083529009134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109445083529009134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/peak.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109423400289115581</id><published>2004-09-04T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T01:56:53.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/Lomo(135).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Lomo(135).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Bukit Batok CC anyway. They rehearsed quite well. Just wana see how they'll fare at Youth Park later in the afternoon. All the guys will be there. It's gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;Like I thought Ikin &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; kidding when she said she won't turn up. Glad she'll be around. It's so hard to get her with the rest of the guys. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109423400289115581?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109423400289115581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109423400289115581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-down-to-bukit-batok-cc-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109420347653054276</id><published>2004-09-03T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:31:01.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/Lomo(130).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Lomo(130).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think Ghaz and Ifah are one cute couple. Secretly took this photo of them two and mms'ed them receiving with giggles and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Got an advance birthday present from my brother today - a flip cigarette box with a leather lighter holster. Neat! All you have to do is slide down the square switch at the side and the top corner of the box flips out with a cigarette extended out. I think he got it from PSBB, well that's what he told me anyway. Now I have to think what to get for him come November.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little angry with Ikin today. After some hesistant replies she finally said she can't make it for the Youth Park event tomorrow. That is, after I lose 10 games of Solitaire Showdown with her! Blackmailed! I just hope she's kidding tho..&lt;br /&gt;Got to meet Shafit and Kamarul at Bukit Batok CC tonight. Thet asked me a favour to video thier jamming session. Hell, easy job.. but the problem is i don't feel like going out tonight. See how lah... if I could find a reasonable excuse!&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109420347653054276?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109420347653054276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109420347653054276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-personally-think-ghaz-and-ifah-are.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109411106287348034</id><published>2004-09-02T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:44:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/Lomo(126).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Lomo(126).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the video shop near Chong Pang with my bro. Said there's a closing down sale. Initially we wanted to get some classic malay vcds, but there isn't any. Suddenly say this cart full of asian ghost movies like Ju On and stuff. After some careful selection (to avoid selecting cracked casings etc) we splashed on Into The Mirror, The Hotel, Spirit of Vengeance, Koma and Fright Night! Its a full moon, what better way to spend the night!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109411106287348034?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109411106287348034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109411106287348034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-down-to-video-shop-near-chong.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109397058525043784</id><published>2004-09-01T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T00:46:17.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/Lomo(122).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/Lomo(122).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been chilling out..&lt;br /&gt;Something went wrong with my online image server. Prolly will get it resolved tomorrow. In the meantime will be using this template..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109397058525043784?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109397058525043784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109397058525043784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/09/been-chilling-out_01.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109362461239184153</id><published>2004-08-28T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T00:36:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/1024/DSC00323.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/1561/400/DSC00323.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here it is.. one of the pics from my recent trip to Thailand. Posting it thru Hello, just wanna see how it looks like!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109362461239184153?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109362461239184153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109362461239184153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-here-it-is_28.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109353666992215935</id><published>2004-08-26T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T00:33:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woot! Today was damn tiring, went to JOM right after working morning shift for the Team C Bowling Competition! Tho I was totally drained out mentally, the fun kept me going! I had a helluva time! 10 teams competed, namely No Name, Nothing To Lose, Best of the Worst, Ball Play, The Underdogs (my team!), Red Hot Chilli Padi, Always Good, The Beautiful Ones, Generation X and Shit More! Since The Underdogs' lane was side by side with the The Red Hot Chilli Padis, the rivalry was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few frames went out steady and consistent, we got the placing on top three. After that it went downwards spiral, with the rest of the team catching up. Prolly due to the fact that our cranker Kee kept using his curl rolls, which was ineffective most of the time, especially on the fourth frame, and Roshidah (very good on heavy) had to leave the game to attend some personal urgent matters. Most of us had trouble executing a consistent 'follow through', especially our Anchorman Izan whom had several strike streaks on the first few frames. I couldn't recall how many times the ball came rolling down thru the channel. As for me, i kept rolling the ball at creep speed, focusing on the center pin. Managed to get a strike several times tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our desperation leds us to foiling RHCP's rolling attempts; like raving and ranting just to get thier focus wobble a litle, and they countered us by doing the same. In the end each of us were too engrossed distracting each other, Faris and abang Rafi being the most annoyed by my abuse.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, The Beautiful Ones got tops, with team member Shasila getting the 'Most Stylo Bowler' award. Second goes to Shit More whose members sports a luminous 'stool' sticker on thier shirts and third goes to No Name (very unexpected). The best bowler whom raked in the most points goes to Juraimi of the Shit Mores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just need some sleep. Will be waking up late in the morning, and no work cos it's my off day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109353666992215935?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109353666992215935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109353666992215935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/woot-today-was-damn-tiring-went-to-jom.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109327173807185762</id><published>2004-08-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:47:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello memory lover&lt;br /&gt;You are mine&lt;br /&gt;I gave everything&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;And someday&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with her&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead&lt;br /&gt;You're the first star&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who sees it all&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;And sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so right at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw been blog-hopping some blogs.. too many dead blogs.. so dead feels like a ghost town (or dead blog?)...&lt;br /&gt;This blog's been dead once. Hope it won't die again, I hope so, it will never, I hope it won't, I'll never let it be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109327173807185762?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109327173807185762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109327173807185762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/hello-memory-lover-you-are-mine-i-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109319923245454596</id><published>2004-08-23T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T02:51:44.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got to rest for two days! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to drop by Bukit Batok CC to meet up with Shafit. Some jamming happening there. But the condition of my worn out body exposed to the 12 hour night shift is unbearable, so I gave it a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dance thingy at Suntec tower 5. Kin sms'ed that it'll start at 7 in the evening. Came down half past 7, but to my dismay she sms'ed that their group is already over. Darn. I even bought my digital cam! Anyway, the place was packed like a mini jamming session. I could have brought the &lt;em&gt;muay thai&lt;/em&gt; shorts for kin, but since I forgotten to bring it along I might as well pass it to her at a later date. Thought of meeting up with her but there were so much people, and she's with her group, and I felt like.. nah. Anyway she enjoyed herself, and it doesn't matter if the group didn't qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mdnosha.com/images/blog/fandi_mala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tying the knot next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Met up with Fandi and Mala at Burger King millennia. It's been a while since I last meet up with this couple. They'll be tying the knot middle next year, and I wish all the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solitaire is the only game in town...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Solitaire with Kin. She's too damn fast! I only won a pathetic four games while she won eight. Anyway I think I'm getting better tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to &lt;em&gt;Digital Bath&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.deftones.com"&gt;Deftones&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109319923245454596?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109319923245454596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109319923245454596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/finally-got-to-rest-for-two-days-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109302577302574847</id><published>2004-08-21T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:16:13.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The soccer match was great! We won 5 to 2. Went home immediately after that tho. Not that I don't wanna celebrate with the boys at the coffeeshop down in Woodlands Central, I just felt lke going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to 'meet' an old friend, on MSN that is. Was looking up lost primary school class mates on &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;, and stumbled upon this lady. Browsing thru her picture gallery, my memory somehow got rekindled. It's really great to be able to get in contact with people you've lost intouch with, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin's got a dance comp this weekend at Suntec. Glad it'll be a Sunday - I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109302577302574847?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109302577302574847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109302577302574847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/soccer-match-was-great-we-won-5-to-2.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109280474326705730</id><published>2004-08-18T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T20:19:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I say? Been busy working so no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama got diarrhea today. Again. Must be something he ate. Couldn't be the home cooked food, cos mak, bro and myself are fine. Could be the &lt;em&gt;'nasi berkat'&lt;/em&gt;. Wanted to send him to the doctor, but the diarrhea medicine from the previous visit was still lots, so why not. I could hef send him to the family clinic, but then again the doc might refer him to the hospital. Mama wouldn't want that. So save the fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to support a soccer match at Marsiling Apartment today. Inter-team friendly match - Charlie vs Bravo. Hell, I'm not even sleeping now. And the match is at 4 later!! Most to most I'm not coming down due to oversleeping... Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I miss kin! A day without chatting with her is damn boring, let alone not playing Solitaire Showdown! Come out and play kin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hearing Hoobastank's &lt;em&gt;Crawling In The Dark&lt;/em&gt;. It sounded different on the radio from the .mp3 file I had in my Digitball. The latter vocal sounded more like 80-ish rock &lt;em&gt;ala&lt;/em&gt; Iron Maiden, tho the tune is the same. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109280474326705730?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109280474326705730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109280474326705730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-can-i-say-been-busy-working-so-no.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109238318582231513</id><published>2004-08-13T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T15:46:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta go to work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my bro I got a new watch! Guess Steel. Gorgeous black and heavy. It's just that I have to send it to the shop to adjust the bracelet (it's a bit loose on my wrist). Not ever gonna wear it for work. Worry it might get scratched! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din sms'ed me. I was wondering who the hell this guy is, but apparently his contact is in my hp. Then again, I remembered he was a bunkmate back in national service. Sorry Din I can't make it today. Meet you and the rest of the guys next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109238318582231513?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109238318582231513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109238318582231513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/gotta-go-to-work-later.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109224006300321494</id><published>2004-08-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:22:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing really interesting really. Met up with Sharil at Bugis yesterday. It was a a short one tho cos he wanted to pay me back my 50 bucks, had dinner and went to get my MP3 player - a Digitball 256MB. Ok lah, does the job pretty well. What? iPod? Aaaa... erm.. (gulps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home today. Supposed to meet up with the rest of the gang for a KTV session at Nanyang, but I was just too lazy to go out today. I dun even feel like humming. So I lied (a white lie) to them saying that I actually made an appointment with someone before them. I didn't want to appear as if I had &lt;em&gt;bubbled&lt;/em&gt; them tho I actually did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Slipknot's &lt;em&gt;Duality&lt;/em&gt; video. One of the best I've ever seen. Will be getting thier new album soon. Oh.. and Keane too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;em&gt;Interstate Love Song&lt;/em&gt; by Stone Temple Pilots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109224006300321494?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109224006300321494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109224006300321494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/nothing-really-interesting-really.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109211299032467260</id><published>2004-08-10T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:53:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got home early from work today. Got myself a bottle of Starbucks Mocha Frap and logged in to the net. Tuned in to the Supergrass Fan Radio. Cool tunes like "Alright" and White Stripes' "Seven Nation Army". What more do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.secretworldofdave.btinternet.co.uk/supergrass/look/archive/p_all_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supergrass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: www.strangeones.com&lt;br /&gt;Photography by Paul Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to sleep today. I will force my eyes peeled. Will be hopping down to Bugis later in the afternoon to get a new discman (or an MP3 player maybe?). Sold my aging but uber-stylish Sony to Taufik Pampers for a 3 month installment of SGD$50. Hell, I'm very flexible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Got the final line-up for Team Charlie Bowling Competition. I'm not sure how many of us really can play bowling that well. Hell, we're too sporting we don't even care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Singapore! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109211299032467260?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109211299032467260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109211299032467260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/got-home-early-from-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109202219537620218</id><published>2004-08-09T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T11:29:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Solitaire Sandman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late last morning! I can't believe I actually &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; to set the alarm on my handphone. &lt;em&gt;Sheesh&lt;/em&gt;. Woke up at 8.30 in the morning, imagine the rush I had. Blame all this to the movie I watched yesterday: &lt;em&gt;30 Hari Mencari Cinta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work, came home a little bit tanned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my dose of Solitaire Showdown with Kin again, after midnight. After a few games, I could see her eyes couldn't take it anymore. Told her to go to bed but she kinda refused. At one point she must have been so sleepy that she actually fell asleep on the computer table (I knew, cos we had our webcam on). Poor Kin. &lt;em&gt;Well I'm not gonna leave if you're not gonna go to bed. I'll be right here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109202219537620218?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109202219537620218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109202219537620218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/solitaire-sandman-woke-up-late-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109176924857356322</id><published>2004-08-06T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:14:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things get simpler now, my internet access is definitely more faster. Managed (effortlessly) to download the neccessary components for my database (read previous blog). The only thing to do now is to tweak the Apache's config file a little. I'll do that tonight. Got to have a nap cos later be joing the rest of the blokes for dinner at &lt;em&gt;Singgah Selalu. &lt;/em&gt;Some of them just couldn't wait to give &lt;em&gt;sheesha&lt;/em&gt; a try, and where else can you find these kind of legal opiate so damn cheap - in J.B of course!&lt;br /&gt;Btw received a merciless, embarassing, nerve-boiling prank by the boys in the locker room. Just when I was removing my pants to change into my jeans in a split-second I got myself grabbed from all corners. They grappled my arms, my legs and frantically trying to pull my pants away from me, laughing like a bunch of idiots! And they did just that. Clad only in my underwear they carried me nearby the locker door (shit!), I was struggling in every way I could, kicking hard to get rid of them. Luckily as they got me close to the door my other leg somehow slipped and I managed to escape from the would be super-uber embarrassement. Imagine how it would be if they managed to get me outside the door! All of them laughing like mad. I was like &lt;em&gt;uhuhhhhhhhhuuuuu. &lt;/em&gt;Just after that, Jasni got the same treatment, but he somehow managed to escape. That's because he've already anticipated it. Sneering like an asshole he tiptoed in a flash before more hands could grabbed him. Not before I managed to rip the belt loop on his pants! Wise guy. Well I wasn't the only one who got the prank. Minutes before the new kid on the block got a number of foot stamping and kicking from a dozen pair of legs. It's a traditional welcome to the team of sorts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109176924857356322?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109176924857356322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109176924857356322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/things-get-simpler-now-my-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109163379450027153</id><published>2004-08-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T23:36:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home from werk, washed up and switched on the laptop. The next thing I did was putting the mini &lt;em&gt;de-humidifier&lt;/em&gt; I bought the other day from 7-11 into my bag. I didn't want to forget again. My locker is getting stale without it. With my boots and my uniform inside it, no wonder! Played &lt;em&gt;Solitaire Showdown&lt;/em&gt; with Kin again. She always knew what I wanted. But got beaten up to a pulp by her. She's so quick. Well for one thing is because my mind was half functioning. Couldn't sleep last morning (read previous post). The drain got the better of me. Quite a hilarious conversation with her tho. She told me bout something happened on the bus the other day. But then again I felt a little angry. I swear I'd tell him off if I was happen to be there. I dunno why. Managed to ask for her new pic! :P Werking again tomorrow. I be better off to bed, and I dun think I will hef trouble getting some tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109163379450027153?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109163379450027153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109163379450027153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/conversation-came-home-from-werk.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109146371509675521</id><published>2004-08-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:21:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vla vla vavooomm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Twisted and turned on my bed, but I can't sleep! Dammit! My eyes are all alert like a psycho on LSD. Had a glass of soyabean milk my bro got from 7-11. Logged in to the net again. Browsed some blogskins at &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;. Nahh I think I pass. Most of 'em are too girly for my liking. I rather make my own, but I'm too lazy. I still got my flash project to work on. That is after I've installed the necessary stuff. Apache webserver, PHP and some other stuff. Vla vla vla... Hey thanks Azni for the help, but you know my current situation. Only time will tell! Oh now there's some nice tunes on Class 95. Can't sleep without it... then again not before another glass of soybean milk! &lt;em&gt;Slurp!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109146371509675521?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109146371509675521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109146371509675521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/vla-vla-vavooomm-twisted-and-turned-on.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145758907125132</id><published>2004-08-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:39:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hell Yeahh *Burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can't believe I bought a pack of chili cuttlefish, &lt;em&gt;want want senbei rice crackers&lt;/em&gt; and a bottle of starbucks mocha frap for my dinner! This is so unhealthy! Well it doesn't matter, cos even that much gunk I put in my stomach I can &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; be fat. I'm so slim and I love it! Dun care what people say &lt;em&gt;kayu&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;skeletor&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;lampost&lt;/em&gt; the most important thing is I feel good about myself. Well need to prepare my gear for tomorrow. Darn! Off day still have to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145758907125132?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145758907125132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145758907125132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/08/hell-yeahh-burp-cant-believe-i-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145499854067460</id><published>2004-07-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:01:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday night fever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of the most horible day of my life! Had fever, the funny thing is I felt really fine in the morning. It all started after visiting the toilet, and I had to be in an air-conditioned room all day! I was shivering like hell!!! I really wanted to go home. And when the time did come to go home, the thought of taking the taxi went down the drain. Super-long queue, and virtually no taxi! So damn ridiculous! I had to take the 856 bus. Waited for it so long, and the bustop so cramped with people. Very common on weekends. And when the bus finally came I had to endure anther 40 minutes of shiver. Stupid air-con bus! Brrrrr... After reaching home, popped in two panadols, stripped myself naked (with underwear ofcourse), pulled up my shorts, and two layers of blankets. I shivered in my sleep...ZZZzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145499854067460?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145499854067460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145499854067460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/07/saturday-night-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145491435816375</id><published>2004-07-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:01:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hah?!What? U sure or nott??!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kin, say what u wanna say, joke when u wanna joke. But when u say that you're that, it's a bit of a hard to swalow. But if it's true, that doesn't really matter. You're still my maple syrup (sweet!)..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145491435816375?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145491435816375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145491435816375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/07/hahwhat-u-sure-or-nott.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145476665813933</id><published>2004-07-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:02:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Drained...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's been quite awhile since I last blogged (how many times have I said that before?), alot of things happened. Been off and back from Thailand. It was an exciting 4 days there, and the roads are very chaotic! The tuk tuk drivers are very friendly, and a daredevil lot too. Imagine 12 of us on 4 tuk-tuks racing against each other! Even the authorities there doesn't seem to mind! Reminds me of the mastercard advert (Mr. Bond?). Went shopping like hell. I have to admit thier weekend market is the mother of all shopping spots. I've only managed to cover half of the market in half a day, and I was already exhausted (Not to mention hands full)! Got myself lots of t-shirts, caps and an air-force one shoe. I couldn't think of what to get for shikin, so I settled for a muay thai shorts(!!) . I think it'll look good on her (mmmm)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145476665813933?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145476665813933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145476665813933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/07/drained.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145454524417138</id><published>2004-07-02T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:03:13.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anjung Warisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Today is one of the disappointing day, despite a dinner outing at Anjung Warisan near Jalan Petri, Johore. The reason is that my digicam went bonkers. It was OK the day before. I suspected the batteries cos it can't run a minute on standard alkaline batts. Then again a friend of mine narrowed it down to the on-off slider switch. Seems it's a little loose resulting in the sudden power cut-off. Dammit. I gotta have it serviced before next month if I wanna bring it for Thailand. Otherwise I have to settle for my 35mm lomo cam. Which is kinda cool anyway..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145454524417138?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145454524417138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145454524417138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/07/anjung-warisan-today-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145429188174404</id><published>2004-06-24T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:46:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Loadout!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the afternoon only to realise that I actually had no plans for the night. Thank god I got to stay at home. Watched Ocean's Eleven, Spiderman and Time Machine on HBO. Since I didn't get a head-on with Shikin on Solitaire Showdown, slotted in Transformers instead. And right bout now I feeling kinda sleepy, and another of day down the drain cos I got to come back to work. Dangit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145429188174404?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145429188174404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145429188174404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/06/loadout-woke-up-in-afternoon-only-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145421977775148</id><published>2004-06-21T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:43:39.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Balancing the vacuum with the PS2 controller...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning upon waking up I gave myself a shock thinking that I was late for work. Hell, there is no work today. It's my off day! I guess I've been working my butts off most of the days. Nevertheless, I had to get to work - with the vacuum that is. Spent my whole morning till noon dusting, rearranging the home theatre and PS2 console (hmm. should I play it now instead?), and compiling the game discs to its respective sleeves. Since you gotta balance work and play in a day, I switched on the game console and slotted in Syphon Filter: Omega Strain and Transformers. Blast the volume up, nibbling on Mister Potato crisps and chocolate milk. Yum &lt;em&gt;Burp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145421977775148?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145421977775148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145421977775148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/06/balancing-vacuum-with-ps2-controller.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-109145395506532727</id><published>2004-06-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:39:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haloha! Been a long time since I last blogged? The itch is here again.. Recovered my long lost password and when I do logged in, accidentally deleted the old template! Gone are my precious links to the other bloggers! Huhuhu.. But anyway, I'll figure out how to retrieve them back. There's always a way. Dudes, my actual homepage at &lt;a href="http://www.mdnosha.com"&gt;www.mdnosha.com&lt;/a&gt; is not ready yet. I think I need a month or two due to technical difficulties (cheh!). Hawk ptui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-109145395506532727?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145395506532727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/109145395506532727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/06/haloha-been-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-108151926503384150</id><published>2004-04-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T22:10:18.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got the Season 1 Transformers DVD! It's so cool and complete. All the way down memory lane. What's even more interesting is its special features consisting of the animation outakes, anomalies and alternate bumpers (those "&lt;em&gt;We'll return after these messages clips&lt;/em&gt;"). Now where's my Oreo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was informed this morning that my Inservice and IPPT were cancelled. They've finally revised the previous attendance, and as for my IPPT - I've already took it during my reservist last month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-108151926503384150?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108151926503384150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108151926503384150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/04/finally-got-season-1-transformers-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-108127452181676669</id><published>2004-04-07T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T02:04:45.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pure by The Lightning Seeds &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night time slows, raindrops splash rainbows &lt;br /&gt;perhaps someone you know, could sparkle and shine &lt;br /&gt;as daydreams slide to colour from shadow &lt;br /&gt;picture the moonglow, that dazzles my eyes &lt;br /&gt;and i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lying smiling in the dark &lt;br /&gt;shooting stars around your heart &lt;br /&gt;dreams come bouncing in your head &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;now you're crying in your sleep &lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd never learnt to weep &lt;br /&gt;don't sell the dreams you should be keeping &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams of sights, of sleigh rides in seasons &lt;br /&gt;where feelings not reasons, can make you decide &lt;br /&gt;as leaves pour down, splash autumn on gardens &lt;br /&gt;as colder nights harden, their moonlit delights &lt;br /&gt;and i love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lying smiling in the dark &lt;br /&gt;shooting stars around your heart &lt;br /&gt;dreams come bouncing in your head &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;now you're crying in your sleep &lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd never learnt to weep &lt;br /&gt;don't sell the dreams you should be keeping &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me with starry eyes &lt;br /&gt;push me up to starry skies &lt;br /&gt;there's stardust in my head &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;fresh and deep as oceans new &lt;br /&gt;shiver at the sight of you &lt;br /&gt;i'll sing a softer tune &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple over you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if love's the truth then look no lies &lt;br /&gt;and let me swin around your eyes &lt;br /&gt;i've found a place i'll never leave &lt;br /&gt;shut my mouth and just believe &lt;br /&gt;love is the truth i relize &lt;br /&gt;not a stream of pretty lies &lt;br /&gt;to use us up and waste our time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying smiling in the dark &lt;br /&gt;shooting stars around your heart &lt;br /&gt;dreams come bouncing in your head &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;now you're crying in your sleep &lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd never learnt to weep &lt;br /&gt;don't sell the dreams you should be keeping &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at me with starry eyes &lt;br /&gt;push me up to starry skies &lt;br /&gt;there's stardust in my head &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple everytime &lt;br /&gt;fresh and deep as oceans new &lt;br /&gt;shiver at the sight of you &lt;br /&gt;i'll sing a softer tune &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple over you &lt;br /&gt;pure and simple just for you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-108127452181676669?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108127452181676669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108127452181676669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/04/pure-by-lightning-seeds-night-time.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-108126121251587917</id><published>2004-04-06T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:22:55.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got myself the Colorsplash lomo cam the other day at the basement of Far East. Quite cool, snapped some pictures using its color flash and I can't wait to see the results! Dropped by CD Hut at Northpoint and got myself Best Of Lightning Seeds... I know it's old, but it rekindled some good moments during those years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-108126121251587917?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108126121251587917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108126121251587917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/04/got-myself-colorsplash-lomo-cam-other.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-108083385599801032</id><published>2004-04-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:40:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sharil had plans for the night, but I told him that I just got back from in-service and having a slight headache. He didn't want to end up in Chong Pang for the sake of convenience. So we agreed to meet up at Northpoint. Anyway I needed an extension cable, and himself a new handphone. Too bad the Panasonic X66 that caught his eye was for only display. Planned to settle down at McDonald's when suddenly I remembered that I needed to return a DVD I rented the other day. And so, trying to convince that I did not con him into having to settle down at McDonald's Chong Pang, he finally agreed. After dinner and long chats, I left to get some cigarettes and Panadol nearby. Upon returning Sharil was pointing to a couple sitting at a table just opposite us. I was surprised to see Era. She smiled at me when I walk passed her. Been a long time. Without any conversation we signaled her goodbye and left in a haste, although we somehow try not to make it obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-108083385599801032?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108083385599801032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108083385599801032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/04/sharil-had-plans-for-night-but-i-told.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-108083363153107272</id><published>2004-03-31T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T23:41:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you believe that after going more than 12 hours of night shift I didn't even care to look at my bed after reaching home in the morning? Instead, I spent the noon watching League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Dr. Jekyll's evil half whose triple his size looked crookedly fearsome. The rest of the movie went quite average. Got my hands dirty replacing the kitchen tap in the afternoon, shifted my AV receiver and speakers a bit and moved the bulky subwoofer on the TV cabinet. The wires got a little messed up so I bought those wire tamers at Handifix. There's still a lot of cleaning up to do, but I don't think I'll have the time to do it tomorrow though. At this point of time however, the drowsiness catching up on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-108083363153107272?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108083363153107272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108083363153107272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/03/would-you-believe-that-after-going.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-108057810153657685</id><published>2004-03-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:37:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After getting our stomachs filled at Puncak, Jasni, Hasrizal and myself left to McDonald's at Scotts just to fill the time before leaving for home. An unplanned project came along in the form of a phonecall from Jasli. Great, now the night won't be wasted. An hour later we hopped in his car at Far East, and off we went - to Geylang just for the sake of looking at the transexuals loitering along the alleys. Don't get me wrong, I'm not those type of male with the itch. It's for the sake of looking only - or some might say - survey. We drove in a few times, often missing the right entry lane. After some big u-turns, we finally decided to fetch Syafirin at Marsiling. After that off we went for supper at AZ Yishun. I managed to rush back home for a change of clothes, with cargo bermudas and my windbreaker before dropping by Jasni's place to get some cds for the journey. After getting some Ukays and Slams and a compilation of 'I'm a gigolo' RnB hits we left for our first destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Pasir Ris, and it's half past midnight. Remember the show Incredible Tales about the empty unit at a particular HDB flat? We were there, and we saw it. It looked creepy though. There's a 'For Sale' banner hung outside the window. Took a few minutes there and it started to drizzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop - off to Pasir Ris Park. Jasni had the idea of visiting Old Changi Hospital but we reckon the building have been locked up. We wouldn't want to trespass it, maybe not tonight. Anyway the carpark was full, but no sign of people around. We got out of the car and lit a cig. The night was dead silent. Hasrizal remained in the front passenger seat curled up with both his foot on the dash board. His long hands fiddling the handphone. One of us made a prank of jutting his butt farting in the car and left the door closed. All of us burst into laughter and him swearing verbally. Suddenly two to three cars started their headlights and began to move. Guess there was people inside afterall. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, we left to Old Tampines Road cruising real slow before making our way to Changi V. A few hot looking bapoks were seen with umbrellas along the roadside. The ugly ones gathered by the Telok Paku carpark. Jasli wanted to give it a shot, but changed his mind. The rest of us were not that keen either. Leaving Changi V we drove past a group of teenagers walking by the roadside, eyes staring at us. Hell, if a QX were to pass this very road I bet they'll have their id's screened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Changi V we took the very loong road behind Changi Airport. Which reminded me that Sharifah have left for London for a two week holiday. Is it just coincidence that I managed to ring her just minutes before her flight the day before? She was the girl that I dreamed of strolling by the beach. Anyway, we sped past the infamous 'Hyundai' workshop - famous for creepy sightings, encounters and hearings. We sang out aloud along the music that was playing on the car's stereo. Nothing to be creepy about. We actually felt carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost three in the morning. The night was raining heavily and we ended up on the peak of Fort Canning. Took a nap for 30 minutes. Jasni was already in London (sleeping), while Jasli was busy with his conversation with a girl on the phone. Hasrizal was restless, and Syafirin was busy fiddling with my mobile going ooh and aaah browsing through the image gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain became a drizzle, and Hasrizal's constant pestering for Jasli to move on got us annoyed. We left downhill and to Geylang again. Sigh. As soon as the car was parked we rambled along the red light district of Singapore. End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-108057810153657685?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108057810153657685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108057810153657685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/03/after-getting-our-stomachs-filled-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-108056983152831470</id><published>2004-03-29T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:19:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can explain. Modem went kerrrangg and I was wireless for a few months. Simply put, I couldn't find the time because work schedule was damn tight. I know I could just drop by the net cafe and type some hi's and hello's, but certain days I just couldn't be bothered. I'm sorry guys. Thanks for visiting every now and then. It won't happen again. Anyway, it's great to be back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-108056983152831470?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108056983152831470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/108056983152831470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-can-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105686210369034403</id><published>2003-06-29T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T12:48:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was strolling with her along the coast, holding hands. There was a smile on her face, and mine was a grin which almost reaches both my ears. I can't remember what we were talking about, and where we were. Suddenly my handphone rang. It got louder and louder. I reached my pocket and took a look at the incoming call. Waitaminute... this is not the ring tone I recognise. My eyes opened. @!#$!! The alarm! I jumped down from my double deck bed and rushed to the control panel. It got so loud that I actually squint my eyes rushing - I dunno why cos I should have closed my ears instead. I scrambled at the panel feeling very much annoyed and desperately trying to disarm it. My brain was like haywire, trying to recall the button procedures. It lasted about 3 minutes, and finally I've got the right combination and the alarm went off. Seconds later the telephone rang. It knew it was from the monitor centre, it is thier normal follow-up action after getting alarms from clients. False alarm. At this time I realised the room is a little bit smokey. My mom was frying something in the kitchen, windows closed. *Sigh* I explained what happened. She hear the noise, and she thought it was my handphone. *Sigh* So much for the stroll by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105686210369034403?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105686210369034403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105686210369034403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/i-was-strolling-with-her-along-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-10568233008880235</id><published>2003-06-29T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T02:01:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paid a visit to the school today. Caught up with old friends. It was great! I purposely chose a Saturday cos half of them on section off. I felt that I need not to visit on a working day anyway. &lt;i&gt;Why wouldn't I drop by on a weekday? Most of them are in.&lt;/i&gt; I know, but I think I shouldn't come down on a weekday. Anyway, met Mustafa and signed the referral form. I'm looking forward for the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sleepers the other night. Cool movie. Awaiting for Payback. Talk about great television shows, I discovered Central slotted some cool movies too. Thier Print To Screen is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - right now the song Hazard is hitting hard on me. It's playing on the radio~ Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get out more often this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-10568233008880235?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/10568233008880235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/10568233008880235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/paid-visit-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105670970218412182</id><published>2003-06-27T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T18:34:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooww now what? First my computer been freezing, now my mouse is giving me problems. That's the flaw with optical mouses - they're very fragile.  These type of mouse shouldn't be used by people who taps it against the pad when the computer lags - most people do that I've seen it a dozen times. I mean - c'mon the CPU is not in the mouse u idiot. These people like - *whispers* - my brother. I've seen him doing it. No wonder the mouse failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, been figuring out this masterplan for my room. I hope to accomplish this within July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Recycle unwanted books and magazines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Recycle unwanted clothings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Tidy up my wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Throw out my bother's wardrobe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Change bedsheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Replace bulbs for spotlights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Reposition the computer table against the window&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Fix shelves which toppled down previously narrowly missing my head *yikes!*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Stack books and place printer on the said shelves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Pledge my room door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Vacuum and mop the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Get some *sniff sniff* aromatheraphy for the room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Throw everything else out of the room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; Everything else... hmm, did I mention my brother's stuff too?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; I WANT MY OWN ROOM!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt; I think that's not possible &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn~ so sleepy, I think I do some prep while sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105670970218412182?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105670970218412182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105670970218412182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/ooww-now-what-first-my-computer-been.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105653824243034199</id><published>2003-06-25T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T18:51:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Expecting the Vitagen auntie to tap my bedroom window anytime now. I didn't know she lived in the same flat as mine, cos the other day I saw her at the lift lobby. Anyway, a very friendly lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharil sms'ed me this morning, which is very unusual of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hin,aku dah set nak masuk prison warden...Kau rasa senang dpt tak? aku nak apply next week lepas aku balik reservist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho,ho,ho. So my friend have decided that these will be the last days of working as a syce in turf club.  Anyway, they're not called wardens anymore. Officers instead.  Wardens are left to be identified more as rangers or.. something like that. Anyway, he gave me so many reason for not continuing. For someone whom have already worked there for 2 years and have earned a steady increase in figures in the payslip, I still don't understand what is the actual honest cause for him to quit the job. Morever at this time, where more people are getting retrenched and having diffiiculties in securing a permanent job. I've told him that this could be his wisest move or even could be a regrettable decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, SPS was the least popular career choice for the masses. Not until the economic slump bared its teeth, and more people favoured to take the career change from commercial to sub-gov or more especially to government sectors. SPS is one of the best-paying gov dept around, of-course the working environment is not favoured by many, and only a few realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Officers don't only work for the bucks, but the actual fact that there's more to escorting and muster-checking. Rehabilitation is not an easy role, with many apects such as supervising inmates and counselling them. As for me, having served my National Service with the department, it have somehow changed my way of thinking and my mindset, that this is the kind of career I want. Before this I wanted to join the SPF, but the kind of satisfaction is different. Rehabilitation - the chance to leave an impact on a person, and to turn thier lives the other way around. Being a Prison Officer is more that meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I highly encourage Sharil, but I can only say that I've not even now the outcome of my application yet. Like Axl Rose have sung a dozen times before - give it a little patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105653824243034199?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105653824243034199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105653824243034199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/expecting-vitagen-auntie-to-tap-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105638723136769228</id><published>2003-06-24T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T19:54:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I've visited Causeway Point - been a long time since I dropped by. Used to go there to meet up with my long time pal Shahril, have a chat and some drinks to go along with it. Also, I used to pass CP to get to Civics Centre for my studies. These things rekindled, but I guess the freshest was the day I went out with her and spent the night at Orange Julius. I recalled, that night after my post-exams class, we got to talk on the phone for awhile and how I managed to ask her out I can't remember. She was at her sis's home a few blocks away up the hill. While waiting for her I sat at CC's busstop going thru my papers - there wasn't any seats available and I didn't want to go to the library cos there were so many people that night. 15 minutes before her ETA, I waited for her beside BreadTalk. Her - the girl that I fallen for.&lt;br /&gt;Settled down at Orange Julius - she brought photos for me to see. Saw one with her hair more longer, she looked totally different. We talked about her basic training, talked about the trainers and shared things we never knew about them. Almost midnight, we decided to leave. Ever since we supported each other. She was undergoing basic training and me, serving my national Service as a training staff in the school. I recalled when she gave me a sachet of Panadol Cold Remedy when I had a flu, and when I grabbed a lollypop from the pantry at the admin office trying to give it to her, and only to get myself to be discovered by one of the trainers there. It was so embarassing cos he went like "OOoo.. u steal the lollypop to give it to her aaaahhh...". But I know him - he's one of the most coolest trainer around. I felt she was more embarrassed than me. I didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;That was a year ago. Thing are different now. People change, hearts change. I still don't know where it went wrong. If it was me to be blamed I have accepted it long ago. I shouldn't have told her that I love her. An maybe there were times where I acted like a jerk. Yeah - I admitted it. Even untill now, my heart have two feelings for her - hate and love. Forgetting is something so impossible cos I failed doing it for so many times. And about mistakes - I hope not to repeat them, and usually I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105638723136769228?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105638723136769228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105638723136769228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/finally-ive-visited-causeway-point.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105630366988601035</id><published>2003-06-23T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T07:12:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrrrr... ar... It's the crave again.... like the Twisties commercial, my tastebuds are doing the Mexican Wave... I can imagine them.. all look like me... feel them... cheesecake... chocolate muffin... arrrr... *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the movie Close Encouter of the Third Kind on Channel i today. Fantastic movie. I was riveted to the edge of my sofa. I was struck in awe when I saw the mother ship. How many good extraterrestrial movies have we seen, I can only recall Independence Day and The Sign. Talk about UFOs, how come most sightings were supposedly reported in the U.S? There's only little that came from the parts of the world. It's probably that most of the reports are hoaxes, made up by UFO junkies and cults alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about cults and junkies, it's easy how people can get so influenced. The new religion Jediism is an example, as the name originated from the movie Star Wars. It claims that the religion is not the same as the movie, as most people might have thought. It travereses a good 5000 years old, embracing many apects of other religions like Hinduism, Confucionism, Buddhism, Gnosticism, Stoicism, Catholicism, Taoism, Shinto, Modern Mysticism, the Way of the Shaolin Monks, the Knight's Code of Chivalry and the Samurai Warriors. Well you tell me, Jediism believes in the Force too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only there's a new religion, there's a new language too. The Klingon language or Kli, is spoken by the bumpy headed aliens in Star Trek. Its amazing how a  language with a few words created for a movie, developed into something very complete with its won grammer, vocabulary and usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the many signs of modernisation is a new way of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105630366988601035?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105630366988601035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105630366988601035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/arrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105612984465505910</id><published>2003-06-21T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T02:03:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did some spring-cleaning on my hard disk today. I think I've saved about 400 MB, and burned them on a cool BENQ CD-R my bro got for free for buying a copy of HWM magazine. The vinyl look is funky! Downloaded and installed iTunes 4. The new format AAC is superb, compared to MP3 it is about 30% smaller in size. Spend some time converting some albums to the new format just for the sake of saving diskspace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everybody is awaiting for the release of Harry Potter - The Order of the Phoenix which will hit the store a few hours soon, I decided to visit Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time website. I admit I'm not an avid fan of Harry but the book is interesting to read, gaining new fans ever since the movie was released, very much like The Lord of the Rings. I'm still stuck on Book 3 of WOT, I felt that I didn't have much time to read it. Talk about books, I rather read self-help books. The last I read was Mind Management by Dennis R. Deaton, one of the more easy to read books of its subject. I have to say it has somehow helped me passed my last IPPT. Heheheheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - armed with a can of Nescafe Milk Coffee - gotta do some reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105612984465505910?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105612984465505910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105612984465505910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/did-some-spring-cleaning-on-my-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105600541144956139</id><published>2003-06-19T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T15:14:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheeesh.. feeling so lethargic today. So lethargic that the moment I woke up this morning, took a bath and went down to the nearby mama shop realising that I worn my shorts the other way round. Reminds me of Kriss Kross. Sheesh.. slenge. Anyway luckily I don't think anybody noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an e-mail from the ITE Alumni, they'll be having a a virtual job fair &lt;a href ="http://ite.singaporejobfair.com" target="_blank"&gt;"eCareerFair @ITE"&lt;/a&gt; from 30 June 03 to 27 July 03. Dunno what jobs they'll be offering. By the way, Ministry of Manpower is organising a physical community job fair and Learning Roadshow on Saturday 28 June 03 at HDB Hub@Toa Payoh from 11.30 am - 7.30 pm. This only lead me to a dilemma. I've already applied for SPS, which interview will be next month. I think I'll just visit both fairs anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105600541144956139?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105600541144956139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105600541144956139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/sheeesh.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105588885538514795</id><published>2003-06-18T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T06:27:34.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've discovered how tech forums can really save you $$$ for replacing that troubled disk of yours. Before you call the vendor for service and willing to fork out around $50 for a disk replacement, do let your mouse do the surfing and jump into tech forums. They can give you valuable advice on how to fix your computer for free! Why waste money on a new disk and risk losing all your files innit? The vendors will actually gain both ways - they have your disk, and your $50. They can reformat the disk into a new disk, and also gets to spend $50 at Funan IT Mall. That's a bonus! Tech forums can offer you help, well atleast just give a try before you do the call as a last resort. Form mac users I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.macobserver.com" target="_blank"&gt;MacObserver&lt;/a&gt;. Recently my OS X crashes frequently and luckily, I got my answer in here and it actually saved me from forking out an estimated of $150 service fee and my files.&lt;br /&gt;There are loads of similar forums for Windows users too, just feel free to search. If you got extra cash - do invest on a disk utility like Norton Systemworks or DiskWarrior. Get the original, pirated will only do more harm than good. It's a worthwile investment, for your computer and your files!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105588885538514795?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105588885538514795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105588885538514795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/ive-discovered-how-tech-forums-can.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105587513524101851</id><published>2003-06-18T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T02:38:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My word! This is one of the many stupid mistakes you can't avoid. Been trying to preview this new template using Internet Explorer - that is I clicked on the Preview button and instead it republished the entire site!! Now I've lost the previous template. *bangs head on the keyboard repetitively..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105587513524101851?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105587513524101851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105587513524101851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/my-word-this-is-one-of-many-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105587281162639357</id><published>2003-06-18T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T02:00:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a break from bloggin lately. I've just finished creating a new template base on the theme Oasis. I manage to find a suitable track to squeeze into  Quicktime, however I needed to do some trimming on the original MP3 file. The song Let's All Make Believe is oh so beautiful - make me cry eheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ICA to retrieve my mom's pass yesterday. Reached there at 2 pm, but I hve to wait untill 4.30 pm for the collection. So I decided to hang around at Beach Road, armed with The New Paper and a bottle of Pokka Mango Ice lemon Tea. I sat at shelter opposite the ICA building, where I mingled perfectly with the local asohs and apeks there. Did I say I mingled perfectly? I mean peacefully. A indian family had thier lunch which they had tapaw'ed beside the playground - I can tell they're not local. Lots of youngsters passed by the shelter to visit the nearby army market, which is just across the street ahead. It's been ages since the last time I been there, maybe one of these days I'll go visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone's clock showed 4.15, so I decided to head back to ICA. Procedures are still the same, you fill up the SARS contact form, pass it to the security guard and walk through the monitor. After retrieving my mom's pass I decided to head back home. Actually my hands urged to reach my phone and contact some friends to meet, but I resisted that. maybe some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105587281162639357?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105587281162639357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105587281162639357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/got-break-from-bloggin-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105560719130448038</id><published>2003-06-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T00:50:37.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog. Received a stupid e-mail from a friend today - a chain e-mail with jpegs attachment showing a lanky female ghost clad in white with long flowing hair covering the face - looks limpy - reminds me of Sadako of The Ring. The e-mail says that I should forward it to as many people as I can or face the consequences - death or smoething, even if I do not wish to forward it then it should be kept in the inbox and left alone. Well I dun believe in all this shit. Hidup mati ditangan Allah bukan di e-mail. I could just forward it for fun to my friends anyway but I guess not, I dun want to let my friends believe in this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been learning some japanese vocab today - thanks to a software I downloaded today an installed it on mac. So many software like these available for download - but it seems they're so under-utilised. There's one on heiroglyph - the time consuming language as it was described - vewy inrresstingg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/~kkidmation/images/dinoplus.gif" width="7" height="20" align="absmiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105560719130448038?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105560719130448038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105560719130448038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/nothing-much-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5448980.post-105554572855323678</id><published>2003-06-14T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T07:08:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahaa... finally solved my iMac problem. I can't recall how many times I have to restart my computer but it's finally been solved!!! Everything's smooth as ever.. looks like the culprit is the Matrix Reloaded screensaver I downloaded previously. Thrashed it - the screensaver's blurry anyway. Now I'm gonna have a cuppa coffee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sharemation.com/~kkidmation/images/dinoplus.gif" width="7" height="20" align="absmiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5448980-105554572855323678?l=mdnosha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105554572855323678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5448980/posts/default/105554572855323678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mdnosha.blogspot.com/2003/06/hahahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>mdnosha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03038136737333214916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/45/88/9098854/6832112752596l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
