<?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-11389819</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:30:45.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahmy's BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>the events of my life as it unfolds ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-3332857288112468740</id><published>2008-06-14T07:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:54:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/L/storage/site1/files/81/19/52/811952_14561437803584o5qb0x84.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-history"  &gt;Family history&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/blank-family-tree"  &gt;Blank family tree   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMzQwNDk3ODQ1MCZwdD*xMjEzNDA1MDI1NzA3JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-3332857288112468740?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/3332857288112468740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=3332857288112468740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/3332857288112468740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/3332857288112468740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-alike-meter_14.html' title='Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-797873107641158060</id><published>2008-06-14T07:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:48:11.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look-alike Meter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/N/storage/site1/files/81/09/42/810942_101814e1603584c1mvw185.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter"  &gt;Look-alike Meter&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-genealogy-search"  &gt;Free genealogy search&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-photos"  &gt;Family photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMzQwNDM4NDA5NSZwdD*xMjEzNDA*NjYxMDUzJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-797873107641158060?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/797873107641158060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=797873107641158060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/797873107641158060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/797873107641158060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-alike-meter.html' title='Look-alike Meter'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-705490042560086169</id><published>2008-06-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:45:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadya Hanim scared of the sea at Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t13eMumFg0c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t13eMumFg0c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shila and me bringing Nadya into the sea at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sentosa Beach&lt;/span&gt;. She is very scared of the sea and the sea water. I managed to bring her into the water. However, she did not dare to step on the sand as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess she is not ready to for the beach and we have to wait for her to ready next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-705490042560086169?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/705490042560086169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=705490042560086169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/705490042560086169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/705490042560086169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/nadya-hanim-scared-of-sea-at-sentosa.html' title='Nadya Hanim scared of the sea at Sentosa'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-1455593439547991736</id><published>2008-06-12T09:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:26:26.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of post interviewing blues, LIFE GOES ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No more post job-interviewing blues anymore. Life goes on... I have improved my myspace, which is at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://myspace.com/mdfahmy"&gt;http://myspace.com/mdfahmy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.  But I think that all my personal thoughts and blogging shall always remain here as it always have since this account was opened a few years back. I enjoyed blogging here, and would rather leave myspace for family pictures, videos and my main interest, which is music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here's some funny pics of my daughter, Nadya, trapped herself under the bed while being mischevious ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCQeK0t2XI/AAAAAAAABpk/8wYb9U_FGSA/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCQeK0t2XI/AAAAAAAABpk/8wYb9U_FGSA/s200/DSC01225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210823616843602290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCP6a-H20I/AAAAAAAABpc/uIMeV-gC8x8/s1600-h/DSC01224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCP6a-H20I/AAAAAAAABpc/uIMeV-gC8x8/s200/DSC01224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210823002702732098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-1455593439547991736?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/1455593439547991736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=1455593439547991736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1455593439547991736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1455593439547991736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/enough-of-post-interviwing-blues-life.html' title='Enough of post interviewing blues, LIFE GOES ON'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCQeK0t2XI/AAAAAAAABpk/8wYb9U_FGSA/s72-c/DSC01225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-1971072142680693415</id><published>2008-06-11T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:44:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of MCVD / PVD era, and beginning of DCVD era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Today, Wednesday, I marked as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;beginning of my DCVD etech life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;, and yesterday, Tuesday was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; my JD3, MMTi/Ti/TiN qual days. And also the end of my long time affairs with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;MCVD and PVD bullshit, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;it's people, environments and machines. I have endured JD3 qual ever since stepping into this miserable 300mm environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;I hate doing qual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;, as it obviously is not my expertise in what I am suppose to be. To learn it, yes, I agree that it's always good to know more. To do it for more than 6 months, whoa, that's DOWN RIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ABUSE, and DISCRIMININATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;It's BULLSHIT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;300 mm Thin Film is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;, its managers and engineers are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;incompetent yuppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;constantly need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; people to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;suck on their dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;, or else they can't think. They like to play discrimination and work-politics when it comes to matters concerning non exempt staff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Heartless, cold hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; and have no care about what hardworking, sincere and honest people have done good for the company, and them for their promotion. No simple thank you, no saying 'Hi' to their fellow line people. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;fucking arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;, just because they have Engineering Degree, and have so called "important" post in the company. They always forget that if the people at the bottom don't work, how the hell they get to where the are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-1971072142680693415?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/1971072142680693415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=1971072142680693415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1971072142680693415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1971072142680693415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-wednesday-i-marked-as-beginning.html' title='End of MCVD / PVD era, and beginning of DCVD era'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-7256551921435487388</id><published>2008-06-09T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:58:16.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCCo5mNGRI/AAAAAAAABo8/YpyjnHMUF2c/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCCo5mNGRI/AAAAAAAABo8/YpyjnHMUF2c/s200/DSC01206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210808408035105042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today like any other Sunday, is my working day.  All the faces I wish to avoid in the last few days, I have to face them today. I'm just gonna take this bad feeling one step at time, and hope to turn things around to my favour ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kind of feeling lazy to blog today. Today I trained Thani and Jamie a little bit. Hope these guys can catch up real soon. I don't know how long I will still have to keep doing  this training to people. Seems like people around me keep moving around, but not me. ...  yep, that's pretty much how I felt almost everyday in this place, I guess ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-7256551921435487388?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/7256551921435487388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=7256551921435487388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/7256551921435487388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/7256551921435487388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-like-any-other-sunday-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCCo5mNGRI/AAAAAAAABo8/YpyjnHMUF2c/s72-c/DSC01206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-2827951301108205601</id><published>2008-06-08T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:35:55.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain spoiled our plan ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCLbcyvD4I/AAAAAAAABpU/3aP0i0A2LUM/s1600-h/DSC01216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCLbcyvD4I/AAAAAAAABpU/3aP0i0A2LUM/s200/DSC01216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210818072569384834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCEXCkNawI/AAAAAAAABpM/91--X2Y72hY/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCEXCkNawI/AAAAAAAABpM/91--X2Y72hY/s200/DSC01209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210810300228266754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCEGCjHh2I/AAAAAAAABpE/-4PUJoB78nk/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCEGCjHh2I/AAAAAAAABpE/-4PUJoB78nk/s200/DSC01208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210810008165910370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;Yesterday, the rain had spoiled my plan. I initially wanted to bring my children to Sentosa beach. However, it rained continuously between 1 to 3 pm, and I had to cancel the plan. Somehow it always rains whenever I had an outdoor plan with my family.I hated going to shopping centers, or malls as we will usually end up buying things that we don't need, and see our $$$ fly...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;Yesterday, we went to Pasir Ris E Hub. It was our first time there. From outside, I seems that the multi-storey car park is bigger than the mall itself. It had a large Ferris Whell built-in at the side of the building. Not sure how much it cost for the ride, but I'm sure like everything else in my country, nothing is cheap... It also had a large kids-adventure playing area at the 4th floor, and everything else is just same old thing like any other mini-mall in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;Today I just woke up, and about to get myself ready for work. How I hated the thought of going to work, and doing qual. The thought of being transferred to DCVD group soon just doesn't make things any better. I always try to to bring my mind to balance the situation in a positive manner, but each time, it just keeps getting harder. Working life in T*** has no meaning at all anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-2827951301108205601?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/2827951301108205601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=2827951301108205601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/2827951301108205601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/2827951301108205601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/rain-spoiled-our-plan.html' title='Rain spoiled our plan ...'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/SFCLbcyvD4I/AAAAAAAABpU/3aP0i0A2LUM/s72-c/DSC01216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-2700541755930474611</id><published>2008-06-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:50:24.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fikri Hakim scared of airplane landing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRhtryArJpY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRhtryArJpY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Fikri Hakim scared of airplane landing at Changi Beach ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-2700541755930474611?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/2700541755930474611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=2700541755930474611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/2700541755930474611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/2700541755930474611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/06/fikri-hakim-scared-of-airplane-landing.html' title='Fikri Hakim scared of airplane landing'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-1947792244558238353</id><published>2008-05-08T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:07:05.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Interviewing Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess I 'm now having mixed feeling s about all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;excitement of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Monday. I was re-interviewed by the other manager from Product &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Operations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I'm not interested in another 12 hr shift, but would still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; if I were chosen. I'm only interested in the device test team, but if I don't get that it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I did my best. Then luck happened about an hour after that interview on Monday, I was given yet another interview at Philips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lumileds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yishun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I went there on Wednesday afternoon. I think I'm not getting it. The first interviewer strike me a sort of racist asshole. I don't like the way he's asking me questions, like doubting me. Fuck off stupid fool. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; care what you think about me, you motherfucker. I'm not here begging for the job, you want me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;work, then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'll do my best, but don't need your fucked-up attitude when interviewing me. Get a fucking life, dickhead short-ass. The 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; interviewer was a nicer guy. Then I went to pay up the much anticipated road-tax for $415 at the nearby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vicom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; after the interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess I need a break from all this interviewing. Its quite stressful, but sadly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; at these uncertain times in my life . Did OT on Thursday, although I'm tired. Maybe its good to get the interviewing blues out of my mind for a while. The world is crazy and always uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to get a grip with life, keep up in pace, ignore people and things that would annoy me, and move ON, JUST KEEP MOVING ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-1947792244558238353?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/1947792244558238353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=1947792244558238353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1947792244558238353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1947792244558238353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-family-at-singapore-explorer.html' title='Post Interviewing Blues'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-8771655268691934617</id><published>2008-05-03T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T18:24:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, take a look at the last post. It's now May 3rd, 2008. I don't know why I wanted to start blog again. but, a maybe I'm just bored. Many things are on my mind right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Looking Forward : Product Device Test! is this Monday going to determine my last chapters in 300mm manufacturing life?? This is the most important question that need to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A lot of this had changed in terms of my friendship with my colleagues. Guys I used to like hanging around with, I no longer can connect with. It's all because of 300mm. I hate my life in 300mm. They should not have moved me back to do qual. To D S, may bad luck be cursed on you, and may God show His powers to you that you are a small dick-head with a pea-sized brain. You are not a smart person or intelligent person whom you want people to think that you are, you are a fucking idiot, FUCKING IDIOT, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE . You, D S, are a damn COWARD and got no balls to help your people because you're scarred you can't get promoted. I'm so ashamed to be managed by some fucked up asshole like you!!! Fuck-off, get lost and die&lt;br /&gt;D S!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A great pal of mine as of this time is Steven Raj. Peace to you, thanks for being a great pal for this past few months of me adjusting in the hostile environment of 300mm. God bless your soul, good wishes for yourself and your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Please stay away from me &gt; hypocrite-friends, wasting-my-time-friends, idiots, and i-can't-make-up-my-mind-friends.  If you can't commit anything, please don't suggest. If you are already comfortable where you are, don't bitch about how bad your life is while people close to your eyes are suffering and you blindly don't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy reading??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-8771655268691934617?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/8771655268691934617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=8771655268691934617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/8771655268691934617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/8771655268691934617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-take-look-at-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-1774773101511243466</id><published>2007-06-01T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:04:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st June 2007, Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/Rl9-mo6pa_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IkFOYJMnUkw/s1600-h/31012007(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070910907725999090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/Rl9-mo6pa_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IkFOYJMnUkw/s200/31012007(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many months have passed since the last blog in October 2006. I have 2 children now, Fikri hakim, (now he's coming to 21 months old), and my 2nd daughter Nadya Hanim, (she's coming to 5 months now). I have an old car, mitsubishi lancer whith a spoilt air-con. I got to fix that problem soon, or we'll all suffer in this heat ! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/Rl9-CY6pa-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TND0Upmgmuw/s1600-h/Mummy+&amp;+kids+@+sentosa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070910284955741154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/Rl9-CY6pa-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TND0Upmgmuw/s200/Mummy+%26+kids+%40+sentosa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-1774773101511243466?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/1774773101511243466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=1774773101511243466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1774773101511243466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/1774773101511243466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2007/06/1st-june-2007-friday.html' title='1st June 2007, Friday'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/Rl9-mo6pa_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IkFOYJMnUkw/s72-c/31012007(018).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-116023999033372874</id><published>2006-10-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:53:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>Phew, it's been so damn long since my last blog. I've gotten very lazy with this whole blogging thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, there's too many things to keep on writing about but I'm just going to mention that my mother just got married on the 6th October at ROMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in the morning shift, A shift, in the coming 22nd October.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-116023999033372874?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/116023999033372874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=116023999033372874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/116023999033372874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/116023999033372874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114582739530276028</id><published>2006-04-24T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T05:26:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Bukit Panjang Plaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(170).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(162).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28162%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(165).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday (21/4) We went to &lt;strong&gt;Penisula Plaza and Raffles City Shopping Center&lt;/strong&gt;. (Yes, yet another trip to a shopping center in this nothing else to do boring country). Shila bought for Tim his 2nd pair of Adidas shoes which cost aroung S$59. Its beautiful black colour look very nice than any any other shoe I'd own. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(170).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28170%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby boy is so lucky to have all these luxury from my wife. Yes, he looks very 'big boy' wearing it because the shoe is slighlty big for his feet now. He looks so handsome in it&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (22/4) In the evening, the three of us went to Yew Tee. Shila wanted to give a present to her elder sister for her birthday. She bought for her sister a set of mugs from Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;After we got there, I went away from them a while &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(165).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28165%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to distract myself of the boredom of being at Yew Tee. I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bukit Panjang Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hopefully to locate a small bicycle shop located next to the escalator at level one. When I got there, I was disappointed it was no longer there. But that's not the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out out that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it took about half an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for someone to get from Yew Tee to Bukit Panjang Plaza, but in those days when I had my own car or motorbike, &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="414" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/YewTee_BPP.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;it would take only less than ten minutes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Even if there was a direct bus service to that place from Yew Tee, I believe that it would take only about 15 minutes at the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. LRT for all its modern hype is still useless in terms of travel timing. It's ok to take a ride unless you're in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boringness of this place has led me to write this next BLOG ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114582739530276028?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114582739530276028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114582739530276028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114582739530276028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114582739530276028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/04/boring-bukit-panjang-plaza.html' title='Boring Bukit Panjang Plaza'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114567328047937859</id><published>2006-04-22T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T10:34:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/PICT0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday(19/4), mainly two things happened. One is, Tim went for his usual checkup at Clinic J, KKH. He was checked as normal and healthy. He is now measured as &lt;strong&gt;67 cm, and 8.6 kg in weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we head up to Pasir Ris to check into into the &lt;strong&gt;Aranda Country Club&lt;/strong&gt;, my company's chalet. it was rather my mistake to book this chalet as the timing was really bad. But anyway, Tim was seen here happy rollinbg around in their spacious king sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(157).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28157%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thursday(20/4), we had to visit Shila's mum, Tim's grandma whom loved him very much., She was hospitalized in NUH so that the doctors there could do a thorough check-up on her. Tim was very happy to see everybody in the hopspital and smiled to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday(21/4), we got the good news that Tim's grandma was ok after the check-ups. We went over to Yew Tee at around 9.30 pm, and I was too damn tired and sleepy when I got there, This was probably due to mmy lack of sleep the last few days and nights. When we left there, I selpt from 11 pm till 7.30 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114567328047937859?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114567328047937859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114567328047937859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114567328047937859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114567328047937859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114524154635554840</id><published>2006-04-17T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:39:06.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday &amp; Bad Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/PICT0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/PICT0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been quite a while since I had the mood to blog. Many things had happened since the last blog, which was my birthday. On last Friday, a public holiday, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Good Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”, I went out with my wife, and son. We went to Parkway Parade first. We met my mother there at 6 pm. We window shopped there for awhile, and had a drink at the nearby Marine Parade food centre.&lt;br /&gt;We then took bus no. 135 to my mother’s place and took a short rest there. In about an hour or less, my bother and sister in law with her family, on coincidence, fetch us from my mother’s place in Pipit Road and brought us for supper at Al-Amin. Had 2 pieces of ‘cheese egg’ pratas that I could not finished eating, and they sent us home.&lt;br /&gt;The next day was not a good day, and should be called a “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bad Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;” (after Good Friday). My wife finally let out her feelings about someone (I do not want be so detailed). What she did not like and why to me. I had to tell my brother, reluctantly, and though it had its purpose, it scarred my relationship with him in a way. I do not want to go further on discussing this issue again, because all this issue can be avoided actually if everyone just accept who the other person for who they are, and just try to get a long. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is actually shows &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this is what happens when a sensitive person meets a sarcastic person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Both parties cannot take criticism well, and me and my brother got caught in between. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I do not hate, or dislike my brother. In fact I love him very much as he is the only male blood I know other than my late father who had passed away. I wished good for all his happiness, in life, in marriage, in carrier and everything else he does. I do not want or like to hurt his feelings, or see him suffered like me. I hope he understands all that. Last thing I really want is to NOT interfere in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, my wife is the dearest one to me. The one who took the vow to spend the rest of my life with me, love and take care of me.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I do not want to see her get hurt in any way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even though I might get killed in then process. There are many, many times that I had to sacrifice the things I activities I like to do, the friends I like to keep, just to keep her happy in her comfort zone. I hope she realizes that I’m doing all these are to earn her love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect, not her nor my wife. The other party also has flaws, My wife is rough with her words, because that’s who she is, and its &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;her roughness, and sarcasm she throws at me has thought me to be a different , and courageous person that I am today as compared to the last 10 years before I had known her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I know how to stand up for myself and never to fear others. The words of others can’t hurt me, they’re just words. Behind that roughness, is still a woman weak at heart and also sentimental at times just like the feelings any other woman. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What she grew up with, the loneliness, being a step daughter, being independent all the time living alone when I first knew, has made her a stronger and not easy to be pushed around person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral is: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/em&gt; is sometimes a way people say things to make you realize something that you probably don’t so that you can look into it and make that change. It’s just a criticism that you can take it as positive, or negative. It’s your choice. That doesn’t mean the person saying it does not like or hate you. If you said so, then that would be call an assumption. SO that would be the root cause of most misunderstandings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114524154635554840?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114524154635554840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114524154635554840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114524154635554840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114524154635554840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday-bad-saturday.html' title='Good Friday &amp; Bad Saturday'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114481252634932745</id><published>2006-04-12T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:31:59.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turned 32 years old today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is my 32nd birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It means I start to feel I'm getting old. If you just turned 30 and you thought you're old, wait till you get to this age. Being 32 for me means I have quite seen a lot of what life has challenged me for the last 30 years I'd lived. The best thing today is that I now have a son. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My son, Fikri Hakim, he means the world to me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'd like to say a very heartfelt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thanks to my wife, Shila, for giving me the best present as her husband, her best friend, and the love of my life, for this most wonderful and precious gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I live long, just imagine this, 8 years down the road, I'll turn 40. Wow, that number seems to get nearer, and nearer each year. Should I worry about death, or just life? It's a choice one has to make, an inevitable one. I choose life, and living. I guess by this age ,you just have to come to accept whoever, and whatever you are now and just keep on moving. In each stage of my life, many events I had went thru' had taught me many, many valuable lessons about life that would be too long to write in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is, and had always been is about love, and sharing it with the ones that loves me, and who means so much to me. In that &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happiness, is always the goal in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114481252634932745?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114481252634932745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114481252634932745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114481252634932745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114481252634932745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-turned-32-years-old-today.html' title='I turned 32 years old today'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114437915871914866</id><published>2006-04-07T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:05:58.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Tim-Tim turned 7 month</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a while since my last BLOG entry. I just felt kind of lazy to blog for a while. Any way, its Friday, my off day. Only thing worth nothin g about is that my son Fikri Hakim, (Tim, I call him for short),  had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;just turned 7 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; old yesterday. He now has grown 2 little teeth at the bottom jaw. It's very difficult to see, but if I'm lucky, I could see it when I give him some food in thru' his small mouth. He will bite, and then I will feel the sharp and hard teeth. He likes to mumble 'da-da-da-di-da' and likes to jump around a lot whenever anyone tries to hold him while he's "standing".&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking the song, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Like a Stone" by Audioslave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I first listened to it from their 'Live in Cuba' DVD. It's a very great, emotional song. Full of feelings, and Criss Cornell is an awsome singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm also liking magic and illusion now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I try to learn more tricks whenever I can. Conjuring is a great art, and I hope it may turn into a great passion just like how much I love playing the guitar. Magicians like Criss Angel inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;I have also explored the game NFS - Most Wanted, Black Edition. It's a great game that I had played since I last stopped playing PS2 after Tim's birth. The previous PS2 game I had played was "Burnout - Revenge", which was also a great driving game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114437915871914866?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114437915871914866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114437915871914866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114437915871914866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114437915871914866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/04/little-tim-tim-turned-7-month.html' title='Little Tim-Tim turned 7 month'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114403527131529105</id><published>2006-04-03T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:43:15.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Fracture ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Fahmy"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Fahmy%27s%20Blog%20logo.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0700 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The last blog was written on Thursday. That was quite a tiring day.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; I had not had quite a good long, and proper sleep until just now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Sunday, 2nd Apr). After I returned home from work this morning, and after I carried some heavy things from SS to my home, under the damn hot sun of 10 am, I slept uninterrupted from 11:30 am to : 6:50 am. This was quite an achievement for me for quite a long time, because my “normal” sleep is only 3-4 hours between 12-6 am, and in the afternoon, 10-3 pm. It’s sort of divided sleep, ever since I continued working in the night shift permanently in the year 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I get a normal DAY job, it’s gonna be like this for quite a long time. Sometimes its hard to explain to Shila about my sleeping habits. And to make things worse, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the ionamine pills are definitely not helping me to go to sleep easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(142)a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28142%29a.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to have a quick recall, last Friday, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally we went to Suntec City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Shila, as usual, can’t wait to buy for little Tim-Tim something. She initially wanted to buy for him a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;stroller toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She showed me this cute green toy which had a cute steering wheel, and had its own signal lights, horns, and special sounds when a baby presses the buttons on it. I actually liked it, and would not mind her to want me to buy it for my son, but it cost $25+, and does nothing but sits there. It’s not that my son didn’t totally have any stroller toys, or other toys, (&lt;em&gt;he have quite a lot for a 6-7 month baby&lt;/em&gt;), nor do I not want my son to have the best of everything money can buy, it’s just that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am more worried that I might need to use that money for other more important things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for little Tim-Tim in the future, like &lt;em&gt;milk, diapers, going to the doctors, transportation to school&lt;/em&gt;. What if we need to have enough cash to pull us through the month. At least until Shila’s payday, and we don’t want to have to pull out on Tim’s savings. That is always such a bad idea. Think this is the problem (and usually is):&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; See this flowchart below to understand Shila better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : ...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="404" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/400/BLOG_material_01%20copy.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shila, I hope you are reading this, do you realize the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;physcological threat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you put me into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, 2 nights have passed. Saturday was alright, but Sunday was a bit heavy, but I’ve seen worse days. There’s nothing much to blog about work, except that after seven years, there’s not much to say. Things got so routine, especially the all the crap around here. Anyway, what was fun was yesterday (Saturday) when I showed them this new card trick. I pulled it off in front of them (my colleagues). You should see the look on their faces, priceless, (for a cheap trick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On early Sunday morning, Shila left for an activity at Yew Tee. She had to be involved with the children’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;colouring competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She brought little Tim Tim to his Grandma, and Mama’s place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they both met Nana and went to visit their friend, &lt;strong&gt;Mas who just gave birth recently to their 2nd child, a baby boy&lt;/strong&gt;. Let’s hope she’ll have a speedy recovery &amp;amp; would like to wish both Wan and her &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;congrats on their newborn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114403527131529105?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114403527131529105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114403527131529105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114403527131529105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114403527131529105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/04/mental-fracture.html' title='Mental Fracture ...'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114372695350585731</id><published>2006-03-30T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:01:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owning a motorcycle for transportation is great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(120).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/Image%28120%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;09:30 pm&lt;/span&gt; Today I had a lot of things done. The day started very early, as usual, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;its Thursday and tomorrow’s Friday&lt;/span&gt;. I dread Thursdays and Fridays, you can read the earlier blog entry. However, I had done :&lt;br /&gt;1) Remake my driving licence at Paya Lebar (TP HQ)&lt;br /&gt;2) Paid my Singtel, Power Supply, and SCV bills&lt;br /&gt;3) Bought myself 2 pirated CD/DVD, “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need for Speed most Wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”, and “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guitar Pro 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”, an excellent software similar but far superior that the famous Powertab.&lt;br /&gt;4) Transferred money to Shila&lt;br /&gt;5) Gave my Little Tim Tim’s grandma some $$$, who faithfully and caringly looked after him everyday in the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;6) Gave my own mom too, so that my conscience can be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(123).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="283" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/Image%28123%29.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this won’t be possible if my good brother had not lent me his motorcycle, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Honda WAVE 125&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Small in size, yet so useful to me today. I guess size of a motor is not an issue for me anymore. Glamour bikes are not that important to me. Why? If you had suffered without having a transport for almost 2 f**king years, you’ll appreciate this kind of thing very much. Form 10 am, I had completed item no.1 to no.2 by 11:20 am.&lt;br /&gt;I then did the rest of items 4-6 easily and returned Sayuthi’s bike by 2:00 pm. I took the bus no.16 to Somerset MRT, and head back to Marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the magnetic field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; turned on at 5 pm, and like a black hole, I was pulled into its force. I reached Yew Tee by 5:45 pm, and it was a little drizzling. We bought some things from NTUC and went home. Before 07:30 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114372695350585731?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114372695350585731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114372695350585731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114372695350585731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114372695350585731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/owning-motorcycle-for-transportation.html' title='Owning a motorcycle for transportation is great!'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114364857992776353</id><published>2006-03-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:13:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Communication.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Communication.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog, but let this words of wisdom cheer you up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114364857992776353?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114364857992776353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114364857992776353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114364857992776353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114364857992776353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of wisdom'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114360101601605387</id><published>2006-03-29T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:56:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My electromagnetic life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/me.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0801am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's the morning of Wednesday, and its PAY DAY. Which also means BILLS to pay for the next few days. Arggh... Nothing much to blog about today except that again, for 3 times in a row, and for 3 nights of working, they down for me yet another one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2MT713-5 for full wet clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As its in my personal policy, 2nd time to 3rd time down in a row, I will hand it to them "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;follow up to install bellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" or less.. That should delay those stingy bastards, and lazy fuckers. Let them sweat and worry a bit for today. I took a cab to work last night, and phew,... it feels like quite a long time I had not done this. I think its around 2 weeks or so (&lt;em&gt;that I'be been cycling to work&lt;/em&gt;)... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(092).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28092%29.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Day, and yet , I have no plans for today, but maybe tomorrow, its likely that I might be borrowing my brother, Sayuthi's bike. For 2 reasons,&lt;br /&gt;1) to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;remake my lost driving licence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at Traffic Police HQ in Payar Lebar,&lt;br /&gt;2) and also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;take the ionamine &amp; phentermine pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from our Bishan clinic (so as not to inconvenience Shila &amp;amp; Little Tim-Tim the trip to Bishan).&lt;br /&gt;3) pay some stupid bills, (the reason why we adults have to go to work) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, I don't know yet what will happen. See if I can get the time to roam around a little bit, a little taste of freedom before 5:00 pm arrives. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life's now like a very big electromagnetic field&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : On non working days, every 5:30 am, the electromagnetic force will force me to wake up like jolt of electricity, and do the list of things I don't wanna mention here. Then, every 5:00 pm, again the electromagnetic force will somehow pull me toward Yew Tee and I cannot escape.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope you are reading this mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (i.e you Shila, my wife...) Life is like a 12 hour circle. No I don't hate you, no, you don't ruin my life (nor did Little Tim Tim), but you two now RUN my life that's all ... hehehe. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm the happiest man when I'm with the both of you (Shila &amp;amp; Little Tim Tim), ... just want you all to know that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114360101601605387?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114360101601605387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114360101601605387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114360101601605387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114360101601605387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-electromagnetic-life.html' title='My electromagnetic life'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114351531826376850</id><published>2006-03-28T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:08:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance vs tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(089).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28089%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0749am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's the morning of Tuesday. Again, those fuckers downed for me another chamber for full wet clean. This time its 2MT712-5. As usual, I managed to finish'em up until handsoff check for passdown.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i.e, Monday, and like another Mondays, were big hustles and rush. I met Shila at that &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;same'ol Causewaypoint/Woodlands MRT at 6.00 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Little Tim-Tim was quite edgy that evening, and it would probably due to he &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(067).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28067%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;have had a slight flu&lt;/span&gt; . His nose was running , and showed quite rising body temperature when his mommy checked on him. After a meal at Mac, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(084).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28084%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we walked home from there and reached home by around 7:35 pm. When I touched down at home, there was not a minute to waste, but hustle and rush myself to prepare to go to work and I managed to leave by 8:40 pm and, luckily, I did not fall off my bicycle this time around.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about that, my damn left knee is start to feel some pain, esp, at the knee cap area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(078)timtimflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28078%29timtimflu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my frustration is mainly at &lt;em&gt;2 things&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the fact that I had to take 3 serviced cold traps from the store. Fine, I had to push the damn heavy things into the storage place inside the Fab. A collegue, a moron &amp; asshole FT, let's just call him SV. I had asked to lend me a hand to push just only one trolley, and he simply give his 1001 excuses of being a lazy ass that he is, and would not even come out to the 10K corridor to help me. And the best part was, when I asked him for that help, he said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"ok,ok, I'm coming...". But the asshole never came at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw through the transparent cleanroom doors that he pretended to act blur (like he always did), and walk to other areas. Nevermind, you shithead useless moron, I remember this one, I'll GET EVEN with you ONE DAY, you bastard :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As spoken by the wise Steven Tyler of Aerosmith "Don't Get Mad, Get Even!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I had not only broke my AC adaptor wire for my mini Phillips speaker yesterday, but now, I also dropped it and lost 2/6 batteries. Now I must go and buy that 2 missing batteries, urghh... I guess it's just headphones for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last message &amp;amp; phone call I got from Shila around 0715 am is that little Tim-Tim is safe his Grandma (I must becareful not to use the word caretaker from now on). I hope my son is alright and not sick with flu. I hope he can sleep well and rest as mommy had earlier complained that he was awake since 02:00 am !! Hope everything's alright....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114351531826376850?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114351531826376850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114351531826376850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114351531826376850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114351531826376850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/endurance-vs-tiredness.html' title='Endurance vs tiredness'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114342553171527036</id><published>2006-03-27T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:44:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell off my bicycle ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(037).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28037%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(025).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very early Monday morning. I had just finished my present task of the day, which was a full trap change (as usual) of &lt;strong&gt;2MT711-5&lt;/strong&gt;. However, for this one, I was told only to complete the bottom flange and change out PV50 diaphragm valve. &lt;strong&gt;All done up till 5:00 am&lt;/strong&gt; which led me to think of writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write about what had happened last Saturday and Sunday (before I go to work). In the end, both me, Shila and little Tim-Tim did not go out to Suntec City as we originally planned (i.e, on Saturday). We just went to Shing Siong &lt;em&gt;(I'm just gonna use SS from now on)&lt;/em&gt; to get some "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fresh air&lt;/span&gt;" out of our home. We did some small groceries shopping only. Yesterday, (Sunday), we went to same &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/Image(025).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/Image%28025%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ol'Causewaypoint and bought some stuff as usual. Shila wanted to buy some clothes for herself cause &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;she thinks that she is lacking in that area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a long, long time. Ah, nevermind, I like to see her happy and smile, and she's very good and detail when it comes to beautifying herself. Besides, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a husband should be proud if his wife is pretty, and knows how to maintain herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for work last night and cycled. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idiot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night&lt;/span&gt;. I cycled too fast while I was heading to the lift on my 10th floor corridor. As I reached the corner, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pressed the rear brakes to hard, and I flew off my bike&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I bumped my left knee cap real hard on the freaking cement floor while falling. First thing I thought of was, "Shit, did anybody saw that??" Luckily no one did. Maybe the stupid Indian neighbour heard a 'thud' sound, but what's most important is that no one saw me falling off. Hehehe, especially Shila, she will sure have a good laugh if she saw it. Well, TOO BAD, you(Shila) did not see it, HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/PICT0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/200/PICT0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thinking of yet another sub project that i wanted to do. The cassette-to-mp3 conversion project was quite a success with a few more (actually plenty) cassettes to go. I was thinking of quite sometime to do a live recording of me playing the guitars on certain songs that I've learned and mastered. The problem is how to get the sound into the video cleanly, as if it was miked properly with a boom or something. This is because normal video camera direct mic would sound unclear due to the distance from the subject, and that kind of issues. Maybe I'll incorporate Adobe Audition and do a track, by track editing of sound files, against the original sound files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next problem is, can I find the time to start all these projects right now?? ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114342553171527036?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114342553171527036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114342553171527036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114342553171527036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114342553171527036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-fell-off-my-bicycle.html' title='I fell off my bicycle ...'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114328340011716698</id><published>2006-03-25T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T08:11:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to give blood or sweat??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;16:51 Today is such a cloudy, and grey looking day. It fees very hot, humid and warm at home. I sweat a lot, as usual. Last night I have also completed my e-filing for this year’s income tax. Nothing much to do, but yet I feel so lazy to go out this evening. Look at the damn clock, … it’s already almost 5 pm. Getting son, and his mommy ready and all that, is gonna take yet another one hour plus. Traveling will take yet another 2 hours on the stupid MRT!&lt;br /&gt;All because, yes, I have no car. Is that a problem? Spend another freaking 1/3 to ½ your monthly salary to experience convenience, even more for some people. Bottom line is, either way, you’re a loser. Living in Singapore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;got car, you’re a loser&lt;/strong&gt;, because you’re paying much, much more than what people in other country are paying, and you think you’re in their ranks in terms of the convenience, car ownership status, phfff... please, think again. C.O.E, cash card usage, high fuel cost, car park, insurance, road tax, 10 year monthly installments, high cost maintenance, … &lt;strong&gt;yeah, go ahead suck my blood, drain my money&lt;/strong&gt;. Car ownership in Singapore all have one thing in common, whip you dry out of cash. The banks and government have got everything to gain, and you got everything to lose ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;got NO car&lt;/strong&gt;, guess what, &lt;strong&gt;you’re also loser too&lt;/strong&gt;, because you’re at the mercy of the public transport system. MRT is good, but overcrowded in peak periods, too much standing, and only good if you’re traveling at places near to its stations. Bus is good, but for long distances, it maybe too slow because it had to travel on routes that are unnecessary in your journey. Taxi's the best? Quite expensive, and sometimes when you need them urgently, they are unavailable, and you had to call them. In the long run, booking fees and peak period surcharges are not cheap too. Y&lt;strong&gt;eah, public transportation, go ahead break my sweat, and drain my energy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Either way you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with babies and strollers to carry like me are the victim of these two systems. We are the casualties. How to have a good time, when the traveling alone can wear you out, or the lack of money could spoil the fun. Such is a drop of what life can taste like without transportation, or a car, to be specific. And sad to say, I’ve been in both worlds …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114328340011716698?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/' title='Would you like to give blood or sweat??'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114328340011716698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114328340011716698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114328340011716698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114328340011716698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/would-you-like-to-give-blood-or-sweat.html' title='Would you like to give blood or sweat??'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114327026896504344</id><published>2006-03-25T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T08:12:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loudness's Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/PICT0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/PICT0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yet another on going thing, I'm still learning and practising Loudness songs. I'm a big fan Akira Takasaki 's music. I think he is a very great rock guitarist, and should be in the rankings among other great rock guitarist. He's underrated bacause of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too much emphasis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on 'white' guitarist like Jimmy Page, Yngwie, Steve Vai, and so on in the rock guitar world. I've already learnt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Twenty Five Days'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and learning &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Red Light Shooter'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the "Soldier of Fortune" album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&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 Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114327026896504344?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114327026896504344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114327026896504344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114327026896504344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114327026896504344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/loudnesss-music.html' title='Loudness&apos;s Music'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114326984191218601</id><published>2006-03-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:12:26.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says cassette tapes are useless are IDIOTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/PICT0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current project right now is&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to convert all my 'analogue' music cassette tapes to mp3 files&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dump it into my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sony Vaio mp3 player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, consolidate all the mp3 files on my HP computer hard disk and then burn/back up on a DVR-R or CD-R. Phew, that sounds like easy... Well, not really... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" 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 Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114326984191218601?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114326984191218601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114326984191218601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114326984191218601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114326984191218601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-says-cassette-tapes-are-useless.html' title='Who says cassette tapes are useless are IDIOTS!'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114320575469284841</id><published>2006-03-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:21:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit we haven't done in a long time ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/PICT9513a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/PICT9513a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/PICT9513a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/1600/PICT9507.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3167/922/320/PICT9507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we (my wife &amp;amp; baby), went to my mother's place at MacPherson. My son, as usual hated to go there maybe because of the of the noisy PIE expressway in front, or my mother's loud nature that could have frightened him. After a long time, and countless tries to calm him down, he managed to settle his feelings. It sure takes a while.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, although not impossible, for him to get acquainted to my mother, sister and my brother. My brother (or his uncle) seems to be the most excited one to see him. It showed that Sayuthi really loved his one and only niece very much. Well, its in his nature I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, my wife and I pretended to scare our little one that we are gonna leave him behind. It freaked him out very badly, and I've never seen him yelling and crying like that in quite a long, long time. Only when I reassured him, carried him in my arms, he smiled a little bit, feeling relieved that he's with his mommy and daddy whom he loved and loved him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed a cab from MacPherson and it cost us $14.70 (no surcharges, thank God), and both little Tim-Tim and mommy were 'dead' tired and fell asleep. I cleaned up all those annoying bottles that awaited for me the whole day (which I pretend to ignore) and ended the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114320575469284841?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114320575469284841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114320575469284841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114320575469284841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114320575469284841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/visit-we-havent-done-in-long-time.html' title='A visit we haven&apos;t done in a long time ...'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114308037004039993</id><published>2006-03-23T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:22:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dread Thursdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;10:15 ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes I hate Thursdays. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scared of Thursdays and Fridays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All the damn house chores are stacking, piling and waiting for me to 'entertain' them. I cannot escape, cannot run away. After I sent my wife to work &amp;amp; son to the care taker, this is what I had to battle with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With $20 in my hands, I bought some stuff from NTUC for my 2-day survival at home. It cost $15.50. I reached home, made instant noodles for myself, and wrote this. I wanna sleep first, wake up later, and settle these burden later ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114308037004039993?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114308037004039993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114308037004039993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114308037004039993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114308037004039993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dread-thursdays.html' title='I dread Thursdays'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114267672055974839</id><published>2006-03-18T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:24:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding Anniversay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been about a year since I last posted anything into this blog.&lt;/span&gt;  And today, 18th March, also a Saturday,  I was wedded to my wife, Shila. Today would be our 6th wedding anniversarry.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow would be the day we "bersanding", that means the official marriage procession which happened coincidentally on her birthday. Tomorrow, she would be 29 years old, and 6 years married to me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-114267672055974839?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114267672055974839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114267672055974839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114267672055974839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114267672055974839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-wedding-anniversay.html' title='My Wedding Anniversay'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114240840781902864</id><published>2006-03-15T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:40:07.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Image%28169%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Image%28169%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first and very long awaited son, Fikri Hakim, born last year 6th September 2005&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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/11389819-114240840781902864?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114240840781902864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114240840781902864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240840781902864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240840781902864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-and-very-long-awaited-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114240820137977299</id><published>2006-03-15T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:36:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Fahmy%26Shila%20wedding.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Fahmy%26Shila%20wedding.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and wife ... 2000&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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/11389819-114240820137977299?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114240820137977299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114240820137977299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240820137977299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240820137977299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-and-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114240810912650551</id><published>2006-03-15T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:35:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Fahmy%26Shila%20bintan_crop.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Fahmy%26Shila%20bintan_crop.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my fiancee in Bintan, back in 1998&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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/11389819-114240810912650551?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114240810912650551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114240810912650551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240810912650551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240810912650551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/me.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114240802699087117</id><published>2006-03-15T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:33:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Fahmy%26Shila%20b%27day.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/Fahmy%26Shila%20b%27day.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my girlfriend (now she's my wife) back in 1996&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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/11389819-114240802699087117?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114240802699087117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114240802699087117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240802699087117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240802699087117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-and-my-girlfriend-now-shes-my-wife.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-114240762594847099</id><published>2006-03-15T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:27:05.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/fahmy%20n%20cagiva.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/59/10172/320/fahmy%20n%20cagiva.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Cagiva Mito 3, in 1996&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' 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/11389819-114240762594847099?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/114240762594847099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=114240762594847099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240762594847099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/114240762594847099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-and-my-cagiva-mito-3-in-1996.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-111135598886715566</id><published>2005-03-21T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T05:59:48.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another new aspiration of mine</title><content type='html'>On the last 19th March, my 5th wedding anniversary has passed. That special day also marked my wife's, Shila's 28th birthday, a very special woman whom I loved so dearly, and even more now, as she's carrying my first unborn child. I still can't believed that we're both are going to be parents after 5 years down this marriage. It's so hard, I guess, for all newer and younger married couples to try and understand, "the long wait" we had for our first coming newborn. Try to imagine this, praying and hoping to the point of giving up, seeing other married couples being happy with their kids, and then suddenly, that wish happenned when you least expected, you feel that GOD (Allah) has touched your soul in a so special way that you feel too happy, you can cry and also feel scared at the same time. Its a very confusing feeling of happiness that I had never felt in my life. But definitely, happiness is still the bottomline, and finally, that feeling of "I feel  complete now", and "Life has a new and wonderful meaning to look forward to" comes to the heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all this bliss, I might have overlooked about my weight and dieting. The mirror and my wife had reminded me of my mid-section. I don't want to look "pregnant" like her too. I checked the weighing scale, and yes, 2 kg of happiness had decided to stick around my body. It took me sometime to come to my senses thatmy weight have increased since I stopped taking "Ionamin" on 15th February. I decided to start jogging in order to aspire myself to pass my IPPT 2.4 run, which seems like lately, many "unlikely to pass" people have already passed. I'll try to do regular jogging since the morning of Saturday, 19th March till my test on 9th April. If I pass, reward is jus a "peace of mind" from RT, and I can use it to take care of Shila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-111135598886715566?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/111135598886715566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=111135598886715566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111135598886715566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111135598886715566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2005/03/yet-another-new-aspiration-of-mine.html' title='Yet another new aspiration of mine'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-111110948577403485</id><published>2005-03-19T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T09:38:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still learning about this new blogging thing. Why the heck they make it so complicated to load the pictures by sking for the "Photo URL" ? Why can't they just let me upload it directly from my pc hard disc? I got to ask my wife how to do this. She's more experience than me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-111110948577403485?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/111110948577403485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=111110948577403485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111110948577403485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111110948577403485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-still-learning-about-this-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-111075198266890027</id><published>2005-03-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T06:17:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me at work</title><content type='html'>The time at work here ia about 6am. It's your typical day at work, nothing much to be done because I've completed my one and only job today, i.e, to install back the conveyor belt and injectors for the machine that's gonna leave this company soon. (Thank God!!)&lt;br /&gt;This machine that will be unhooked soon, has been too much the cause for troubles that it have seen over the years. Phew,now it's going off, so "Adios" and don't you come back.&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Sayuthi came to my place yesterday evening and left at about 4:30 pm. It caused some interruption of my sleep. My wife is having a bad mood about not wanting my sister to come and stay with us for this week... and her tantrums thrown at me...&lt;br /&gt;I think that, that was her first visible tantrums she'd thrown at me since she found out that she's pregnant. Well, I love her anyway. I'll try to buy some food for her (and our baby) later and see if her mood changes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-111075198266890027?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/111075198266890027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=111075198266890027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111075198266890027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111075198266890027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-at-work.html' title='Me at work'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11389819.post-111060217394013833</id><published>2005-03-13T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T12:36:13.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>I don't have any idea of what to write in here right now. Except that ... it's a Saturday afternoon, 12:32 pm, my wife, Shila, is lying down on the bed, too tired, while I'm writing this. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11389819-111060217394013833?l=loudnezz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/feeds/111060217394013833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11389819&amp;postID=111060217394013833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111060217394013833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11389819/posts/default/111060217394013833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loudnezz.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>Md Fahmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00499793724942352744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X58EFKRZWsY/TFar1_nFDYI/AAAAAAAACSk/7BbSnk5c5D0/S220/34229_1405527110487_1601683124_970769_4802849_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
