<?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-15509295</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:52:08.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Mad</title><subtitle type='html'>Some things are never meant to be said
Forever kept in a box
Secrets waiting to be told on any day
Except today</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-9169272486583254424</id><published>2007-04-22T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:11:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's been a tiring week. Classes starting at 8 am on almost all days except Friday, which startsat 9am. Rugby training which promises to be tougher than usual with a new coach around. It's been a while since I got tired from a SP rugby training session. Next week, I'll be adding my Chinese Language Course into the mix and that means I'll be going home at 7.30 pm on Tuesdays. No wonder I slept at 6pm on Friday and only woke up yesterday at 5am. The worst part is this will continue throughout this semester and will be more intense as tests and projects will be added later in the semester. Just bring it lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/RirSHstSU0I/AAAAAAAAACc/0puAwC3VqJA/s1600-h/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/RirSHstSU0I/AAAAAAAAACc/0puAwC3VqJA/s200/DSC00032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084561378825026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazing In Starbucks ( That's what I call the cafe at school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent celebrating Ezdi's birthday. Started off at Ramen Ten where I didn't like what I ordered so I started looking at the other customers' orders and see what they order so that I could order that next time. I would also ignore the "Must Try" label that they put at certain dishes cause the one I ordered had such a label and it's a dish I think you shouldn't try. In fact, Pul was the one who finished it. We ended the night at TCC where we had crappy conversations and listened to Pul's weird fantasies. It's been a while since I laughed like that. In fact we are very happy people yesterday. Happy people happy people happy people happy people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/RirSH8tSU1I/AAAAAAAAACk/utEUCFEZHo8/s1600-h/21042007794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/RirSH8tSU1I/AAAAAAAAACk/utEUCFEZHo8/s200/21042007794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056084565673792338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what goes around comes back around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-9169272486583254424?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/9169272486583254424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=9169272486583254424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/9169272486583254424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/9169272486583254424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-its-been-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/RirSHstSU0I/AAAAAAAAACc/0puAwC3VqJA/s72-c/DSC00032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-3691634714064778092</id><published>2007-04-13T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:11:18.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    What if you got it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-for one more day by mitch albom-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been reading "For one more day" by Mitch Albom and basically the book's about this person called Charley Benetto who decided to kill himself and went back to his old house and met his mother, who died eight years earlier, who welcomes Charley home and what follows is a day which many of us yearns for, a chance to make good with someone we lost, explain our behavior and to seek forgiveness. A good book borrowed from my school library. I had to wait for two months before finally receiving an email that states the book is available for me to borrow. It's worth the wait and I'm  trying to find time finish the book despite the pile of borrowed DVDs and books that still waiting to be watched and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also borrowed "Gubra", a movie by Yasmin Ahmad. I think it's the seventh time I've seen this movie and I will never get tired of it. It's hard to say what's good about the movie. Basically for me, it's beyond words. There are so many messages and you will find that every person who watch this movie has their own opinion what the movie is about. I can't wait for "Mukhsin", the latest movie by Yasmin Ahmad, to be screened in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/Rh8o3inTzII/AAAAAAAAACU/eAx-WTU6m98/s1600-h/PDR002001648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/Rh8o3inTzII/AAAAAAAAACU/eAx-WTU6m98/s200/PDR002001648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052802241582582914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving up to buy this pair of boots. The new Adidas Flanker III. I'm hoping to buy the silver pair though the black pair looks just as good. However it'll have to wait till next month because of someone's birthday this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been a week filled with novels like "The Lost Army Of Cambyses" and "The Altman Code"  and DVDs like "Cinta" and "Gridiron Gang". Not forgetting the lepak sessions at Wheelock's Starbucks and Lido's McCafe. School's starting next week and the beginning of a new school year. 2007 is our year guys. Don't forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-7780388495216012382?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/7780388495216012382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=7780388495216012382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/7780388495216012382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/7780388495216012382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-friday-was-spent-driving-up-jurong.html' title=''/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-217786539864183878</id><published>2007-03-04T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:56:09.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly I feel the need to buy a Manchester United jersey after seeing them unconvincingly beat Liverpool 1-0. But what a win for Manchester United. 1 man down with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scholes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sent off for what seemed to be a punch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Xabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Alonso, Manchester managed to conjure up a win with a close range strike by O Shea. Temporarily 12 points ahead of Chelsea in the league, at least until Chelsea's match against Portsmouth, Manchester United have a good chance of lifting the Premiership Trophy for the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time. I think I'll get the jersey after getting my pay next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay? Ahmad has been working? Yes, my avid readers. I'm working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Solectron&lt;/span&gt; International at No.3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Joo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Koon&lt;/span&gt; Circle. It's been an interesting experience as I got to meet some weird people. One example is this Malay uncle who have a tendency to go "That's the way...Aha aha." and with a population of mainly Chinese and Indians, the last thing you expect is Malay being used as a form of communications. The only thing that I could not stand is that this job requires me to stand most of the time and the feet have been complaining about it. I just realized I need to memorize more song lyrics as I'm running out of songs to sing while working. Well at least this gives me a reason to come out with some of my own versions of popular songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that I'm not a typical Malay guy as I cannot play soccer well, cannot play the guitar and get lost easily (somehow people think Malay guys don't get lost as they go everywhere on their bikes) . I also like to read and I play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DOTA&lt;/span&gt; which is a game mainly played by the Chinese. Well, I guess you can't expect everyone of the same race to be similar. If every Malay girl was similar in Singapore, I think I shall leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pul&lt;/span&gt; and me almost couldn't get a taxi last night. I think taxis are scared to pick up 2 Malay guys in the middle of the night at a lonely street. The funny part is I was just joking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pul&lt;/span&gt; that taxis may not want to pick us up as they may think we will rob them . I didn't expect it to really happen. Oh well, the important thing is that we managed to wave one down and go home. Hopefully, next week will be as interesting as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well at least i know you know my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It's been a busy month with exams and a rugby competition. There's so much to be released from this mind but when you try to put it down to words, they never come out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been busy going gym with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zynule&lt;/span&gt; in an attempt to be fit for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IPPT&lt;/span&gt; ( Individual Physical Proficiency Test) which is to be taken by this April and for the recent Navy 10s. The body's been aching but at least I would not be looking flabby in the future unlike certain people (you know who you are. cubit babat baru tau). I wonder when would I reach my aim of bench pressing 100kg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/Rdajoo22aAI/AAAAAAAAABc/SDHuJ6RDUYQ/s1600-h/DSC02933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/Rdajoo22aAI/AAAAAAAAABc/SDHuJ6RDUYQ/s200/DSC02933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032389552190679042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our shower after gym ( I think the Ghetto guys know which toilet is this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly had fun at the Navy 10s.  SP sent 2 teams and both teams top the table though SP 'A' team seems to have an easier group. By the way I was in the 'B' team or better known as the sochoax team and though our players were considered the second stringers we certainly showed that we were as good by topping the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most fun part was playing each other. We both lost our matches to SAJC and ACJC so we had to play each other for 3rd/4th placing. Imagine me scoring a try with 2 of the opposing SP team, Fahmy and Pisang, holding on to my waist from the center of the field. From the outside it would seemed sochoax except for the fact we planned to do it so that the match would end in a draw. I think the referee was tired of our antics and ended the match even though it was a draw as both sides scored once. Eventually the result was SP team 'A' won with the score 5-4. Who ever heard of a try which is worth 4 points? I think the officials just didn't want us to continue the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only setback was the transportation problem that day. We had to take cabs to the venue and we hitch a ride on a lorry to Expo MRT station because the buses that the school hired didn't came to pick us. But it was fun sitting at the back of the lorry singing Dashboard Confessional songs and army songs with Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/Rdajo422aBI/AAAAAAAAABk/fVW7XACw_d4/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/Rdajo422aBI/AAAAAAAAABk/fVW7XACw_d4/s200/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032389556485646354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't easy passing this ball around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Valentines' day was spent at Forum's Coffee Bean with Sharul, Amir, Osman and Zynule. 5 guys singing boy band songs while smoking and telling stories of love lost and found over coffee. Damn, we need to find girls for ourselves so we don't do this again next year though I have to admit it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/RdajpI22aCI/AAAAAAAAABs/a8Rmkn-KuhQ/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XeTjTUhl1ms/RdajpI22aCI/AAAAAAAAABs/a8Rmkn-KuhQ/s200/DSC00072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032389560780613666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forum's the new place to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm having my holidays till mid April. I've been looking for jobs but it seemed that only after the upcoming Chinese New Year holidays would the job offers be coming in. Well next Saturday, we would be having a match against Millenia Institute in the afternoon so those who have nothing do, you can come down and see us play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, it takes just one meeting to like someone. For others, it takes more than one meeting to like someone. It's just about giving someone a chance to express themselves and bringing the person's true self out. Lessons learned in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you said he's just a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-1311568361632978694?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/1311568361632978694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=1311568361632978694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/1311568361632978694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/1311568361632978694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-i-can-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-3113336377848697387</id><published>2006-12-02T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:58:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally we got our medals. At first we were forced to watch the re-match between &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Combined &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave a good fight despite having a lack of reserves but they still lost. Every time the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TP's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; supporters cheered for &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when they scored a try, we would shout back "&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, win also only get second what.". It felt extremely satisfying being the champions. I think we have a good chance of becoming SP's team of the year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/DSC00409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/th_DSC00409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SROD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/DSC00411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/th_DSC00411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SROD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/DSC00402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/th_DSC00402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Champions Of The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Wednesday, we had friendlies against &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Greenridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Secondary School and Pioneer Junior College. We won and didn't concede any try and this is becoming our team's habit. We had fun fooling around on the field, laughing and joking. However, I was happy that after a long hiatus, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SROD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(second rows of destruction) finally got to play again. It was fun playing with Pool again and we created some good plays. Our ex-captain, Kelvin also came down and seeing him play makes me want to improve myself. He is really talented and it's sad that he's not playing for SP anymore due to personal problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went with some of the rugby team to see &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Fahmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; compete for Mr SP. It was held at the convention centre and all the audience got a free Hugo goodies bag which contained a sample Hugo perfume and the programme. Of course, the rugby team made a lot of noise for &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fahmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fahmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only got fourth. Even though I think he did quite well in all the segments, I think his height of 1.69m gave him a disadvantage. Hard luck dude, though you did win an award for getting the most audience votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/DSCF3614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v735/notahmad/th_DSCF3614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Goodies Bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, training is starting again next week and there are a couple of tests coming up. I will also be helping out in a children's camp for community work next week so it'll be another busy week. Holidays coming up in two weeks time and I welcome the 3 week break as it's been a long time since I had one. Have a good weekend people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the innocence of love contaminated by the horrors of friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-116283483917192964?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/116283483917192964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=116283483917192964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/116283483917192964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/116283483917192964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-saturday-was-spent-hari-rayaing.html' title=''/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-116156543153081265</id><published>2006-10-23T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:52:35.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been an extremely busy weekend at home. The days were spent painting my room, changing my curtains, cleaning the flat's fans and a bit of cooking. Yes, if I can cook, so can you. Actually I know how to make Shepherd's pie only but it tastes so good at least to my family. Maybe one day I will bake one for you people but only if you have been nice to me. Hehe. ( I just realized that I like to add "Hehe" after a joke. Is it that I'm scared that you all don't know which is the funny parts or that I have a bad sense of humour? Hmmm...). My Hari Raya shopping is finally completed. I bought my pair of capal yesterday at Geylang. It's been a while since I last saw so many Malays. Luckily I broke fast already, there were so many good-looking Malay girls with their moms. It reminded of a dream I had where I have four good looking women as my wives. Maybe it is true that bad looking guys usually marry good looking gals. Heh.( Okay people, you are suppose to laugh at that.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true what you said. We have become acquaintances. Will it be better this way? I don't know. But we didn't wake up one morning and find out that we are no longer friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one day I'll find your hidden face, my lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-116014446772648502?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/116014446772648502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=116014446772648502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/116014446772648502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/116014446772648502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-were-playing-rugby.html' title=''/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-115992472106400042</id><published>2006-10-04T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:52:35.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSCF1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSCF1822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good looking person would usually have a good looking brother. That's a photo of my 8 year old brother, Ahmad Hanis. Hopefully he will grow up to be a better person than me. He's one of the people who I will watch my behavior when I'm around them. This is as he likes to follow what I do. Recently he didn't want to cut his hair as he wants his hair to be as long as mine and that got me a lecture from Dad who said that I should set a good example for him. Nowadays, he's the person I'll send to do things such as fetching my handphone in the room and if I'm really lazy, to fetch the remote control which was just a metre away. The privileges of being the eldest sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually suppose to be in school now but this morning I was late as I forgot to bring my wallet. I've discovered it after I board the bus to Boon Lay so I decided to go back home and go for the afternoon classes instead. Tonight, I'll be breaking fast with the rugby guys at Geylang. Not at the lorongs but at the bazaar eh. It'll be nice to see what the mats and minahs are up to nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even in the face of defeat, we'll carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-115926703325824320?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/115926703325824320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=115926703325824320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/115926703325824320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/115926703325824320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-you-come-to-offer-me-hope-and.html' title='Have You Come To Offer Me Hope And Happiness Even Though Others Had Failed?'/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-115895438040484974</id><published>2006-09-23T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:52:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill A Monkey, You Need To Use A Nuclear Bomb</title><content type='html'>The time is 3 a.m. I can't sleep as my bottom left gums hurt so much. Panadol didn't work. Butter didn't work. My mom said it's an ulcer and she said I got it as I didn't drink enough water. One of my sisters said to put ice on it to reduce the ulcer while the other said to drink hot soup so that the ulcer will burst so that it'll heal faster. I took a look in the mirror and I can't spot any ulcer. In fact, I don't know how an ulcer looks like. I just check the Wikipedia and ulcers are a serious problem. I didn't like the part where it said lengthy healing time. The thing about me is I don't like unnecessary pain. That's why I don't like to exercise or tattoo or do body piercing. In fact, I don't donate blood because of the pain involving needles. Therefore, if this so-called ulcer takes a long time to heal, I'm in deep trouble. I promise myself that the person who can solve my current predicament, if it's a girl, I'll marry her as currently that's my number 1 trait that my dream wife must have. She must be able to cure ulcers quickly. Of course, this may change when my ulcer is gone. If the person is a guy, we'll be friends for life. You never know when an ulcer will occur and you need him to help you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent shopping at the Quicksilver shop at Pacific Plaza which is currently having a 50% clearing out sale. I got myself a long sleeve shirt and a pullover. I also bought a new pair of Nike shoes. The cool thing is it comes with 2 extra pairs of insoles and the insoles have designs on it. My gums really hurt ah. Therefore, my shopping for Hari Raya is done. Anyway, forgive me as I've been cursing at you people who don't update blogs. This is as I'm having my holidays and when it's not spent on rugby and going out, I usually will go online and look at blogs. That's why you'll notice I've been updating quite regularly and been commenting on your posts.I feel like cutting off my gums. Lucky for me, school's starting next Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting month is starting this Sunday so I'll be trying my best to be good on this month. One interesting fact is there's no one to chat on MSN at this hour. So while you people are sleeping soundly, I'll be suffering in pain and watching High School Musical. Only Vanessa Anne Hudgens can reduce this pain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the dentist and it's actually my wisdom tooth erupting. I read up on this topic and it's actually advisable to remove your wisdom teeth erupt partially through the gum now before it'll cause trouble when you are older and will be harder to remove. The dentist also said I got good teeth but bad gums. Therefore I'll be going back to the dentist soon to do some clean up work on my gums. She also gave me some medicine to reduce the pain and swelling but the side effect is it's causing me to shit more. The worse part is I can't close my mouth completely due to the swelling and can't chew properly. Therefore I'm on a liquid diet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSCF2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSCF2715.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shoes that I bought and it's 2 extra insoles. It was on sale at Pacific Plaza. Luckily, Dad was in a good mood and was willing to buy it despite it's slightly high price. My mom said it's cause I've done well for my semester and cause it's my birthday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about birthdays, there's nothing that I want or need you people to buy or do. In fact, I will be playing a rugby match against Northern Knights this Saturday with the SP rugby team. The truth is I just want to enjoy the day and want you people to enjoy it with me. No expectations on what the present will be or what will be done on the day. Just a day where I'll be one year older and where everyone have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we are together, it seems that no one can stop us from doing the things we like to do in our own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-115895438040484974?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/115895438040484974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=115895438040484974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/115895438040484974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/115895438040484974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-kill-monkey-you-need-to-use-nuclear.html' title='To Kill A Monkey, You Need To Use A Nuclear Bomb'/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-115859561897999061</id><published>2006-09-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:52:34.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was The Day You Thought That I Was Only Joking When I Was Actually Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow afternoon I'll be participating in a rugby game against Greenridge Secondary School with the SP Development Squad. Basically this squad consists of mainly 1st year students who do not know how to play rugby and some of them may be selected for the IVP squad, which is the main squad consisting of the first 30 players. So this game is important for them as it'll showcase their skills and whether they are good enough to make the IVP squad. Of course, they'll be against a squad consisting of players between 13-15 years old but if they can't beat Greenridge, then it'll be harder to get into the IVP squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new outlet to let out my feelings. It's not that you guys and gals have not been there for me, but I need a fresh opinion on some things that I've been thinking about. I realized the few people I'm comfortable sharing my feelings to are Pul, Zam and maybe Ezdi and Edna. So far, I feel they have offered some good advice on some of things that I'm going through and also some unbiased opinions on my questions about life. Yes, I have this habit of asking questions about life out of nowhere. For example, we could be talking about rugby then the next thing I'll ask what you think about co-habitation, that kind of thing. It's stimulating to have these conversations as sometimes the opinions offered is so different from your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, people in SP are calling me Hicai. I got to thank my rugby coach for this as he read my handwriting and thought Hilmi was Hicai. Maybe my handwriting is bad but doesn't Hicai sounds like some Thai name. I thought this Hicai nickname will go away but it got bad enough where my SP friends don't know me anything other than Hicai. They will actually ask who is Ahmad Hilmi until it occured to them that it's actually Hicai. So if people ask whether you know Hicai, you'll know they talking about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the stars were too high for us to reach tonight. But we'll get there someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The time spend as a trainee was definitely one of the best period in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready For War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a talk with our company officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our completed Machine Gunner Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My section commander briefing us on the mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last run&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxing at our Mowbray Lounge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Performing a Chinese Song for Happy Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashid And Me. The guy who was posted to DB with me. Without him, NS would not be as much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inspecting the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/mp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/mp6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed these guys. We may be one of the smallest batch but we had the best camadrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for the memories. The temporary isolation made me realized what I want in life and for my future. When the sun rises again, I'll be there with you, my friend. Will you be there for me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for the room keys at the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04323.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to the roadside stalls for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo while waiting for the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to Universiti Teknologi Malaysia for our rugby match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interacting with the Malaysians before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing some lineout practice before the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting the SP Rugby Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a hard day of rugby, it was time for some recreational activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/1600/DSC04343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6508/126/320/DSC04343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aftermath of that wild night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, these pictures just shows only a small portion of what was really going on that trip. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-115071866006682308?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/115071866006682308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=115071866006682308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/115071866006682308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/115071866006682308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2006/06/seiring-dan-sejalan.html' title='Seiring Dan Sejalan'/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-114901044745710421</id><published>2006-05-31T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:52:32.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ships</title><content type='html'>It feels weird to keep secrets among close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it makes us drift apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird to go out and not ask the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the others feel left out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird to take for granted some parts of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe me, it's not on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;It feels weird not to be able to treat you like I treat the others.&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not you, it's me but i'm trying so hard to see things your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;It feels weird to feel wanting to walk away from this ship and never look back &lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but everytime i did, they gave me a reason to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our bonds will either grow stronger or just rust away.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if I ever did anything wrong. Sometimes I just need reminders that I'm not perfect. I really want this to last because I never feel needed until you guys come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: naz jid zam pul isk mad sham (my mom calls us the 7 dwarves , pul is "mat indo", naz is "oh yang gelap tu eh", isk is "si sihat", jid is "yang bawak motor", zam is "yang muka macam cina" and sham is "yang pakai tasbih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-114165892493862374?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/114165892493862374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=114165892493862374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/114165892493862374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/114165892493862374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-story.html' title='What&apos;s The Story?'/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-114060582512383050</id><published>2006-02-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:52:31.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Analyze Me</title><content type='html'>I got this from Edna's and thought this a good chance to learn what are people's thoughts on me. So click &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Notahmad"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and start doing it. And I assume all of you will be honest at this  as we are honest people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally tomorrow is the Oasis concert. So don't look back in anger, my wonder wall cause there is a champagne supernova tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15509295-113007950550594834?l=notahmad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/feeds/113007950550594834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15509295&amp;postID=113007950550594834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/113007950550594834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15509295/posts/default/113007950550594834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notahmad.blogspot.com/2005/10/falls-on-me.html' title='Falls On Me'/><author><name>playa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14700795429734926922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v196/adek55/Cnv0079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15509295.post-112955534249540670</id><published>2005-10-17T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:52:29.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Away</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it gets tiring when the world show it's ugly side too many times. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't feel like going out with the guys this week and maybe the next except maybe celebrate Nizam's birthday if he had indeed came back. But other than that I need a time out from the guys at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pardon me while I drift down Mt. Akina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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