<?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-19949607</id><updated>2012-02-15T18:28:47.128+08:00</updated><category term='Vids'/><category term='With Pictures Embedded'/><category term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>My Life My Story About Me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6536507393540039163</id><published>2012-01-18T06:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:04:27.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Yang Berdosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist: Shahir AF8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;Composer/Lyrics: Sham Kamikaze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejauh mana langkahku disana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku melupakanMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seluas mana Kau beri padaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masih ku angkuh padaMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1)Segalanya dusta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gelap mengaburi ku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2)Ya Allah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa yang bisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kutebus kepadaMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atas dosaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(3)Ya Allah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hina terasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biar ku bersujud untuk syurgaMu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repeat (1), (2) and (3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J2Lb8N1Ub-w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-6536507393540039163?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6536507393540039163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6536507393540039163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6536507393540039163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6536507393540039163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2012/01/aku-yang-berdosa.html' title='Aku Yang Berdosa'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J2Lb8N1Ub-w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1746169692918317064</id><published>2010-10-22T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:06:52.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blue.</title><content type='html'>Ever since I got to OBT, people has been asking " So, how's OB for you?" How I wish I could yell  at them "It's fucking lousy!!" Just when I think that it's all over after hanging up the line with customers, I have to deal with the internal affairs. This just makes it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is all me being inefficient in my job, too many careless mistakes etc.. Firstly, I'm a real slow learner. I don't pick up things fast. Moreover, with the new system upgrade, I am still not familiar on how to make it all useful to me. Navigating itself is an absolute horror. It's takes a lot of my time with its' plethora numbers of tabs, loading really slow, it just make things harder for me. It's not that I haven't made any effort. I really did try. I think I was one of the few who're being all positive about this upgrade. Well obviously it has lead me to my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, emails. As I said earlier that I'm a slow learner. To draft a short email could take me 10 minutes or even up to 20 minutes depending on the content. And as I remember correctly, during the Siebel training, I was told that my I could take longer time "wrapping-up" as long as I am working on a case - updating notes / drafting emails. What happened to that? All were just empty statements spat by people who don't really understand our line.  How naive I was feeling that this could be a breather to us all. One thing I've learn, do not be optimistic when it come to changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, call statistic. This is one that is stressing me out like crazy and everyone else. I know that I haven't been hitting my call stats. But has anyone? So please don't come up to me telling about hitting call stats.  Worst was when someone came up to me telling me that I was not able to hit my stats even before the upgrade. That's a total BS. Seriously, I know I've been hitting my stats real well before the upgrade. Team huddling then did show I was hitting my stats. Don't come up to me like that and putting me down like I'm trash. I don't really know what's your intention. To correct me or to were you trying to show me authority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work starting to be a real pain now. I took leave today and unfortunate I will have to come back for a few hours to clear my pending cases. I thought today was a Thursday. Another mistake. Go Fadly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1746169692918317064?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1746169692918317064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1746169692918317064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1746169692918317064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1746169692918317064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling blue.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7021811966919740857</id><published>2010-08-20T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:56:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ramadhan Al Mubarak to all Muslim relatives and buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadly Ramlan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7021811966919740857?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7021811966919740857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7021811966919740857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7021811966919740857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7021811966919740857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-al-mubarak-to-all-muslim.html' title=''/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5486933963763713111</id><published>2010-06-12T06:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:35:27.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippidee Yappidee</title><content type='html'>I feel terrible. I don't think I can handle work stress. Well, it's actually not that. I just can't cope with Singaporeans' crap. Seriously, I had a subscriber who called in wanting to terminate his service with reason that we could not provide him good broadband service. Even read to me that we've breached the contract and that he could withdraw from it without the penalty incurred. What the hell? He did not even allow us to check his connection and refused to co-operate. That's only one example of the thousands other ridiculous subscribers of SH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Fifa World Cup is the big hooha. With it being substantially expensive, I don't know why people signed up in the last minute (like minutes before the opening ceremony) when we actually had it at discounted Early Bird price 4 weeks ago. Were they thinking that SH will drop the price at the last hour? Or telecast it for free or something? SH is a major service provider in Singapore and for goodness' sake, boycotting it will only make you look stupid because at the end of the day you'll be the one losing out because the Government is supporting it and you people pay your taxes to the Government, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I am still waiting for the 9 pairs of contact lenses that I ordered 3 weeks ago. Didn't know it would take this much time. It's not like I'm doing this for the first time. Anyone heard about circle lenses from Geo? I ordered a few pairs before and the the reactions I got from people were.. erm.. funny. I got second looks (or stares) from passer-by-s most of the time and now I got to wear shades when I go out. Once I went down shopping at Mustafa, the MALE sales consultant complimented my eyes and that was totally discomforting!! My colleagues commented that I my eyes looked like those of the PowerPuff Girls. Lol. Oh for Hell's sake. Maybe I should post a few pictures of me wearing them and see what readers' think about them? or not.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone shopped online at Gmarket before? That site rocks. I'd bought a lot of things from there and the things can be really dirt cheap. I bought a bag from Korea for about $15 (incl shipping) and the comments I got from people were just wow. Didn't know the bag looked expensive. My cousin thought I bought it for $500 and a colleague of mine said he "KNEW" that the bag was expensive and guessed that it could be near $2000.00. If he still thinks so, I'd be glad to sell it for half THAT price. What the hell... All that commotion for a $15.00 piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what else? Oh by the way, for those who need to know, I HAD never club before!! So whatever you saw the other day was absolutely my virgin experience. Don't ask me if I would go for second base or third base. I don't even know what that means. If you're asking if I ever danced, I'd say never and if you thought I was good, well thank you. If you thought I was lying, well fuck off. I don't need to prove anything to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me has been sedentary. Recently I've been thinking of pursuing my education to the degree level but looking at my financial situation, I think a few more years of work would do. Maybe I'll start applying in a year or 2's time. Well what the hell.. Me and my big plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/TBMoTB1F9HI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jtf20uP9QCo/s1600/Photo0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/TBMoTB1F9HI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jtf20uP9QCo/s400/Photo0192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481769478813774962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/TBMoSYp8yOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jNZ9yxfrLtQ/s1600/Photo0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/TBMoSYp8yOI/AAAAAAAAAYM/jNZ9yxfrLtQ/s400/Photo0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481769467761182946" 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/19949607-5486933963763713111?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5486933963763713111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5486933963763713111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5486933963763713111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5486933963763713111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2010/06/yippidee-yappidee.html' title='Yippidee Yappidee'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/TBMoTB1F9HI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jtf20uP9QCo/s72-c/Photo0192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5798890741543923051</id><published>2010-03-28T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:37:56.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28032010</title><content type='html'>Alright. I just feel like I've been the most busiest human being over the past weeks. But if I were to list down on the things I was busy with... it's hard to even pen down a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if i have to try, lets start off with my sister's marriage. I thought it was a blast! The whole family was busy doing all the preparations and stuff. My parents, they both depended on their dependable sons to arrange and plan the reception. It wasn't really that difficult I'd say.  Since we already had the money, all we needed was just to plan it right.  (Yeah right) During the day of the reception, as perfect as we wanted it to be, some things did botch up but all that was at the backend corner. Frontline, I believe everything was awesome. I saw long lost relatives reconciled. Met with friends and ex colleagues whom I don't even remember inviting. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Everyone except for one bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally lost respect to this pack of relatives of my mom's. Claimed to have 20 years of experience in wedding catering and on that particular day, not 1 percent of that experience was utilized.  Blessed my mom for making the right choice adhering to my advice - Don't go for her catering service. Truthfully, we've tasted the quality of her 20-years-experience rice Briyani and are so not impressed.  And the price, we'd predicted will be way substantial than going for the pilgrimage thrice. Anyways, we don't like Briyani rice and that maybe because of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she's holding a grudge on my mom for that as she's always talking about the negative points that happened during that day which I don't even know if they're all true. Saying that a guest didn't get to eat because the food weren't available. When asked for the name, she cleverly said she didn't know as it was her in-law relative who told her that. If she had the 20 years experience, she'd had asked her relative to show her the guest and perhaps she could get the food for him/her. But seriously, her daughters were being the most useless beings there. Just posing themselves like skanks and filling up their tummies with the food that was so called unavailable. Well, if the food was really unavailable, we know who're the culprits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told my brother that she was waiting for my mom to proposed to her for assistance because she or her husband (not sure) has the 20 years experience. Couldn't she be the one offering the assistance? TO HELL WITH YOUR EXPERIENCE!! My guess she must felt lousy that her ideas were cornered and unlisted. But she totally deserved it. Just wait for your daughters' turn, I hope it will be a mayhem for each and every of them. And don't bother coming to me for help as I'll find excuses to make myself unavailable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Woah.. I feel so good now with that out of my chest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, work has been manageable lately. I'm beginning to enjoy myself more but it's still early to say (even after more than a year). My team just had a team bonding outing last Sunday and I felt it was so what effective. Thomas, my boss, treated us lunch at Furama Hotel. Strangely, I enjoyed eating raw Salmon with the wasabi/soy sauce mixture. I remembered I told myself that I hated that dish. I guess my taste bud has evolved. Lol.  I'm someone with class now. Haha. It was a day filled with fun and laughter and almost therapeutic. With all the crap from work, we kind of loosened ourselves that day. Thanks, Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way I always started off typing I have nothing to say but ended up with so much to blurt. Well, with all stated now, I'm at peace with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S65OuxhKOyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EAcX__HmWfs/s1600/24243_427691460608_673155608_5641525_7039990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S65OuxhKOyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EAcX__HmWfs/s400/24243_427691460608_673155608_5641525_7039990_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453382764265618210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us Playing Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S65Ovdqfh2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/O3sQGoMrwQ4/s1600/26509_1318250087782_1576677423_30796934_2076774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S65Ovdqfh2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/O3sQGoMrwQ4/s400/26509_1318250087782_1576677423_30796934_2076774_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453382776115922786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Florida Panthers - Team Bonding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5798890741543923051?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5798890741543923051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5798890741543923051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5798890741543923051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5798890741543923051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2010/03/28032010.html' title='28032010'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S65OuxhKOyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EAcX__HmWfs/s72-c/24243_427691460608_673155608_5641525_7039990_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1606656907159787851</id><published>2010-02-15T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:38:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With the current job I'm stuck in presently, my social life is in jeopardy. It's really difficult when my day offs are erratic and abnormal. I don't usually get much weekend offs and that turd-stinks. How I missed those days when I was still jobless as I chose to go on sabbatical for a year. Now, I've got to turn down lots of invitations - weddings, gathering etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, I recently got a pay rise which accumulate my salary to a substantial amount I should say. I'm only a diploma holder for goodness sake. I remembered I told myself as long as the pay is good I'll that the job despite how sucky it is. I think I've achieved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cheerful note, Happy birthday, Patricia!! How I was glad that I was able to spend some quality time with great friends. Even though it was just Karaoke-ing, I think that kinda compensated all the sombre times edured at work. Well, I hope you love the gift. Thanks to Jing for being attentive for getting you the cool present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY cum Valentine's day to all. To the singles out there, I'm also available. Lol. Totally believe that there should be a day attentioned for the singles. But with the Government pushing us to get married and produce more babies, hell to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for those who are in the midst of job hunting, if you're passionate in customer service, we have openings. Can join hell together. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1606656907159787851?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1606656907159787851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1606656907159787851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1606656907159787851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1606656907159787851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-current-job-im-stuck-in-presently.html' title=''/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4358998412305198164</id><published>2010-01-11T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:58:58.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Christmas gathering 2009</title><content type='html'>It wasn't Christmas day but the Jamming 21 decided that we do an early Christmas gathering. Felt like ages that this circle last gathered. I was working my fat ass off during the day and was glad my half day off got approved. So Hell Yeah to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seemed to have changed. That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, appreciate Jing's effort in planning all the games and craps. I acknowledge the effort! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the moment when we all had to gather round, write a statement or 2 about the person who the card chain belonged to. At the end of the day, you get to know where your stand is in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find pictures from the event in my Facebook account. Below are some pictures of my card chain and its' content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTLoEs2gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OsCWDu12ZvE/s1600-h/Photo0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTLoEs2gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OsCWDu12ZvE/s400/Photo0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425310529066162690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTKzBUxrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d8jUXGW3VA8/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTKzBUxrI/AAAAAAAAAW8/d8jUXGW3VA8/s400/Photo0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425310514824922802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTKWRX4ZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xX5Ska3on_c/s1600-h/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTKWRX4ZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/xX5Ska3on_c/s400/Photo0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425310507107606930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTJ1rmE4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/5GQEV3E12Ng/s1600-h/Photo0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTJ1rmE4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/5GQEV3E12Ng/s400/Photo0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425310498359219074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTJSmcEPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rsh3v8YEX3s/s1600-h/Photo0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTJSmcEPI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rsh3v8YEX3s/s400/Photo0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425310488942350578" 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/19949607-4358998412305198164?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4358998412305198164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4358998412305198164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4358998412305198164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4358998412305198164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-gathering-2009.html' title='Christmas gathering 2009'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/S0qTLoEs2gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/OsCWDu12ZvE/s72-c/Photo0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6670615037729509493</id><published>2009-11-15T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:41:01.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>No Tittle</title><content type='html'>THERE IS A GOD!! Duane finally got voted off from Idol. Past weeks seeing him performed just made the whole family vomit from audio and visual excrutiating torture. Stenching performance, eye-soring appearance and those teeth.. those hideous teeth. What's up with people saying that he needs to see a dentist? He needs a MIRACLE! How did he even got people to vote for him. Sweet God! What a phase we had to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well atleast I'm glad its over now. So what have I been doing? Oh, just the stupid stuff and the clever stuff (Uhuh. Okay). And one of the stupid stuff I made was to transfer my Broadband service provider from Starhub to Singnet. Alright fine..I was greedy. I wanted to get the free Lenovo S10-2 which Singnet was offering. The good thing about Singnet, you are able to constantly achieve your subscribed speed however it seems like only 1 computer is able to do that. When all of your speed has been consumed by P2P applications (e.g.: Bitorrent), the subsequent computers just seem to have no Internet connection. Obviously, Singnet has minimal bandwidth space unlike compared to Starhub which has bigger and wider Bandwidth where you can run multiple applications simultaneously with no disconnection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I received Shikin Hanif's wedding invitation card. 20th December 2009. I'll calendar it in my new Samsung Jet S8300 mobile phone. Did I hear someone asking if I got a new mobile phone? How did you figure? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikin Hanif was one of my close buddies way back in Arabiah days. Didn't know how it started but we cliqued alright. I believe we shared almost the same passion for art, the English language and gossips (and I'm pretty sure there were other things) I don't know if she still practices this but I still use in writing code forms when I'm pouring out sensitive issues or just stuff that I prefer only myself reading. I can't believe she's getting married. Err..well I actually kind of can.. Aha! The lucky guy, Bear (Err.. Oookaaay), all the best and congratulations to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd birthday to CuiLing. I know it's somewhere in November but I don't know the exact date. How pathetic of me. But truthfully, I'm so bad at dates. I suck at it. Other than my parents and siblings birthdates (which I still am not proficient) I can't remember anyone else's. My brain just rejects anything numeric except if it's in dollars and cents - Not true. I still just tell cab drivers to keep the change as I hate doing the math in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my younger brother finally got it done with his O'levels. Good luck with the results which are to be revealed next year. So enjoy your vacation by getting a temp job or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Idol to ISP to Shikin Hanif and so on.. Well, I guess I pretty much randomised eveything in this post but whatever. As long as I post something I consider it good enough. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-6670615037729509493?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6670615037729509493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6670615037729509493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6670615037729509493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6670615037729509493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-tittle.html' title='No Tittle'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4531550441863622892</id><published>2009-08-05T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:17:07.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Just blogging.</title><content type='html'>Got my pay today!! So i went out shopping for clothes and stopped by EastPoint Mall, Tampines Mall and Tampines 1. Spent nearly $300 dollars and still that did not suffice. There were so many stuff on Sale.  Gosh, if i were rich, i'd have but the whole mall itself but the reality is i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who works in a customer service industry, i just hate it when i see CSOs being bullied by customers. And that's what exactly i saw earlier today. An old ass who was demanding an explanation from the sales rep why the clothes he bought fade in colour after the first wash. Oh come on!! Who the hell knows the answer? Maybe it could be his low grade detergent for all we know. Or maybe he soaked the clothes with bleach. Or just anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales rep was being professional, as most CSO do, offered a replacement or an exchange with something of the same price. Oh but no.. the old ass then started telling the sales rep that she was trying to run away from the real "issue". Urgh, i don't think so. Running away from him? Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my ears heard right, that ass said something like "i don't want a replacement. i just need an explanation why the colour of this top fades away after the first wash." How the hell would that poor rep answered that outrageous question? And he looked at me like as if he's done something&lt;br /&gt;decent. Oh, go and make a death wish already. Typical Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so i took a bus home and another silly thing happened. While i was dozing off (shopping is a lot of work y'noe), i dropped my wallet and ridiculously half of everything that was in there just scattered everywhere!! My keys, atm cards, receipts...and coins!! Stupid! And you know when coins started rolling, they can roll till the back of the vehicle! And that was utterly embarrassing! Picking up the scatter was not like plucking cherries from the trees. Imagine with the motion of the bus and i had to squat like a duck. i know, to the others, the sight must be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank God i'm back home right now, drinking a cup of cappuccino in front of my PC... and telling myself whatever that just happened are history now. Just relax and get ready for what's about to come tomorrow and laugh off what just happened today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4531550441863622892?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4531550441863622892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4531550441863622892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4531550441863622892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4531550441863622892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-blogging.html' title='Just blogging.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1687957676267125885</id><published>2009-08-01T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:02:32.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>I know... What the hell</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I have not posted a single thing for the month of July. This space is getting retarded.  Speaking of retarded, OMG.. you can't imagine how much of a retard I was earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Eunos station when Jack texted me saying he's already there to pick me up for the evening concert. Ignorantly, not knowing his car's plate number and stuff, I  jumped in to the first car that was parking just at the front end of the stairway. Didn't look at who the driver was, I just swinged the door open, sat in the front seat and expected the person to start driving. All that time thinking I was inside the correct vehicle. It was until the driver said, "Hi", and I was like.. "Hey...." and looked at his face and realised I didn't know who the hell he was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger (funny as that what he'd thought of me too), was giving me that this-is-not-a-cab look-so eff-off look and I immediately apologized and got off his metal trash. With the embarrassment filling up my psyche I still managed to look all cool like as if all that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another what-the-hell episode of my life - I dropped my wallet inside  a cab and thankfully the driver is someone I know. I don't have my wallet in my possesion currently but atleast my mind is at peace to know that my wallet is in safe hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note - One thing I found out today, I didn't know people think of me as someone who has no fear. Really? Hmm.. do I? Truthfully speaking, half of my life have been a facade with full of secrecies and lies. With that much experience, I shouldn't be surprised, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Pat, get your friends to add me in Facebook, aite.&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jack, thanks for the delightful ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1687957676267125885?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1687957676267125885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1687957676267125885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1687957676267125885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1687957676267125885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-what-hell.html' title='I know... What the hell'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8350995804065064352</id><published>2009-06-20T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:50:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so much of an update</title><content type='html'>With basically the lifeline of my weeks has been constantly horizontally flat,  it's hard to type down anything into this lifeless blog space of mine. Where everyday, half of my life, monotonously, had been just sitting on my desk, answering phonecalls, answering phonecalls and (I guess you know what's the next statement will be) answering phonecalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when during those times, my whole pysche screams for a break, I do exactly the opposite during the off days. Instead of enjoying a nice good sleep, I go shopping, catch the latest movie shows (well some of it) and everything else but sleep. It's only a matter of time where my body breaks down due to exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't jog anymore, I don't eat well, I don't sleep, I guess I'm losing my human touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met across the phrase "Better Health than Wealth", I hear that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dad, Happy Father's day!&lt;br /&gt;To Fauzan, Happy 17th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8350995804065064352?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8350995804065064352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8350995804065064352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8350995804065064352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8350995804065064352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-so-much-of-update.html' title='Not so much of an update'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-2481847301362346140</id><published>2009-05-21T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:44:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Mess</title><content type='html'>Aaargh.. Kris won AI8. I feel like I've wasted my entire 2 f**king morning hours just to get unpleasantly surprised with the stupid result. Stupid show. Stupid Americans. I'm so sick to my stomach right now. Kris even knew he's undeserving to the Idol tittle as he kept saying "I don't believe this. Adam deserves more".  What a glorious thing to say after being announced as the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaargh!!! I am so disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per Ryan Seacreast, "This is American Idol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-2481847301362346140?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/2481847301362346140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=2481847301362346140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2481847301362346140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2481847301362346140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/05/idol-mess.html' title='Idol Mess'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-2624402705583662321</id><published>2009-05-06T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:28:35.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soddened Life.</title><content type='html'>Starting from tomorrow, I'll have to work for an additional 1 hour which means I'll be working almost to 10 freaking hours daily. Fine. As long as they're paying me overtime. And they will. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, anyone I know out there  auditioned for Aungerah last weekend? I can't believe one person I know did. One step at a time, pal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-2624402705583662321?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/2624402705583662321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=2624402705583662321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2624402705583662321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2624402705583662321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/05/soddened-life.html' title='Soddened Life.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8678448777634110693</id><published>2009-05-02T13:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:28:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing Fingers</title><content type='html'>OMG.. I've now truly realized how boring my life has become. Especially now. It is so much different than it was 4 to 5 years ago. Back then I was always trying new stuff. Yeah like any new stuff. Those days were like the experimenting phase. I did a lot of unproudful things. (And I'm finding it hard to list them down although I have them all at the back of my head.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the most shocking news I got this week.. Adam Lambert was in the bottom 2 in American Idol. It's a good thing that I have a Hubstation as I can now just record every TV programmes without worrying missing my favourite shows. Just set the time, date and channel of the programmes and voila! I just do a rerun of the show from my playlist at any time of my convenience. Geez, way out of track now.. As I was saying, Adam Lambert.. Bottom 2?? Purely insane. Every single week, he never fails to wow me. His mad vocals has no comparison. Come on, Allison to be in the top 2? Really? I'm just speechless over that thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad that Matt was sent home this week or I'd have died standing wearing a sarong down my waist (Oh! Don't get turned on over that now). But I'm just glad Adam's safe. Next week is rock n roll and I'm pretty sure he'll do a slamdunk performance. Just wait and see. (Fingers crossed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/Sf3AI_L7BgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2T_4ueWdZoE/s1600-h/Adam+Bottom+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/Sf3AI_L7BgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2T_4ueWdZoE/s400/Adam+Bottom+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331628794509460994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at that.. There's no justice in this world.&lt;/div&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/19949607-8678448777634110693?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8678448777634110693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8678448777634110693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8678448777634110693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8678448777634110693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/05/crossing-fingers.html' title='Crossing Fingers'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/Sf3AI_L7BgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2T_4ueWdZoE/s72-c/Adam+Bottom+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8128595550831571450</id><published>2009-04-28T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:53:53.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th April 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm 23 now and I just found the other side of myself that I never thought would ever surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Fadly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8128595550831571450?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8128595550831571450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8128595550831571450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8128595550831571450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8128595550831571450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/04/28th-april-2009.html' title='28th April 2009'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8971400852793327665</id><published>2009-04-22T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:12:13.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Structuring Needed.</title><content type='html'>With the good money coming in monthly.. I need to to do some structuring to my finances. I don't know anything about investments, shares, liquidities and other business terminologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am someone who could just spend all his money at one place. And that's not good. Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/Se6Y2RqcjOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0Vg9PbOKW-k/s1600-h/2589408176_67cb2380ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/Se6Y2RqcjOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0Vg9PbOKW-k/s400/2589408176_67cb2380ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327363467447667938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8971400852793327665?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8971400852793327665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8971400852793327665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8971400852793327665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8971400852793327665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/04/structuring-needed.html' title='Structuring Needed.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/Se6Y2RqcjOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0Vg9PbOKW-k/s72-c/2589408176_67cb2380ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1902965898250889818</id><published>2009-04-16T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:10:44.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!!</title><content type='html'>I got an amazing news this morning!! Fairus got admission to NTU! Congrats!! Show those people what you're made of!! Aren't you glad that things are falling into place right now? My best wishes to you on embarking to a new journey of your life. NS.. University.. Damn, you're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise how fast time has passed. Just one last thing to say to you: I'm glad to have you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to work now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya when I see ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1902965898250889818?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1902965898250889818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1902965898250889818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1902965898250889818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1902965898250889818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/04/congrats.html' title='Congrats!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-9201547781549318243</id><published>2009-04-14T10:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:41:31.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Just Tell Me How.</title><content type='html'>Just tell me how do you work with someone whom you dislike? Sometimes, I just feel like I'm the problem but after much thought, IDTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's something common everywhere in every workplace, every part of the world where someone just wants himself to be added on to your pet peeves list- not intentionally at times but.. I hope you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fella who he thinks he's some evangelic turd keeps talking to me about Christianity, Jesus, The holy shit crap etc. Before I go on let me put things clear first : I don't have issues with other religions. Alright? But the least you can do is to practice what you preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it insane trying to keep up with his attitude. And I'm finding it hard to point out the exact thing that I hate about him. He talks about God's love, building relationship and all those goody-goody stuff but when he, himself, is basically the opposite. Make sense? I hope so. Have you people met someone who's of the timid sort but then tries so hard to be cool and unable to pull it off? Or someone who only knows in saving ONLY his own skin (in other word: selfish) but condemns others who do likewise? Don't you find that annoying? No? Then you're in my pet peeves list because I'm jealous of you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough speaking of that trash. So... I know I haven't been updating my blog for quite a while (I see this statement to almost every of my prev entries) but I've been really busy- especially with work. I've nothing to complain about the job nor the working environment. I mean I do get disputive customers where they'd just not shut up and I just wish I could shove down a hot curling iron down their throats but all in all I'm having the time of life except for having a colleague whom I've mentioned above (Hey, I said enough speaking of that trash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few negative points that I can think of working under that company...hmm.. is how it affects my social life. Off days are at random and I seldom get a weekend off. Maybe like once or twice a month but seriously, I'm not bothered. The pay is good, the word load is manageable, I got cool colleagues, can claim taxi fares and also the place will be relocating to somewhere very much nearer to my home. Everything looks positive. Only wish right now for it to be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The J21 team is organizing a yet another gathering outing this weekend. Sorry guys, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-9201547781549318243?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/9201547781549318243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=9201547781549318243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/9201547781549318243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/9201547781549318243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-me-how.html' title='Just Tell Me How.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1887865192901020254</id><published>2009-04-13T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:42:13.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Confession of a Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SeQD7AR23cI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DjPBY4mXFdQ/s1600-h/COAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 421px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SeQD7AR23cI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DjPBY4mXFdQ/s400/COAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324384971680832962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entertaining. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1887865192901020254?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1887865192901020254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1887865192901020254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1887865192901020254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1887865192901020254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/04/entertaining.html' title='Confession of a Shopaholic'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SeQD7AR23cI/AAAAAAAAAV8/DjPBY4mXFdQ/s72-c/COAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4610483035088750892</id><published>2009-03-14T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:02:15.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday, ET!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the invitation!! Hope you like the present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all your wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note to myself: I should've just shut up and listened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Fadly Ramlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4610483035088750892?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4610483035088750892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4610483035088750892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4610483035088750892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4610483035088750892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-21st-birthday-et.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday, ET!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5307833366269867050</id><published>2009-02-25T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:20:13.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Something to thank for.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to jinx everything.. but I'm loving my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadly Ramlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5307833366269867050?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5307833366269867050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5307833366269867050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5307833366269867050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5307833366269867050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-to-thank-for.html' title='Something to thank for.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-9175120726276608732</id><published>2009-02-14T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:03:36.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>2009 Freebies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZaZH_r4RnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nxFawq7-Qsk/s1600-h/2009reasons.leftPars.0001.imgUpload.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZaZH_r4RnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nxFawq7-Qsk/s400/2009reasons.leftPars.0001.imgUpload.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302593973908948594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore Tourism Board is giving away free tickets as part of their 2009 promo. Simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;text 2009 to 79777&lt;/span&gt;. You'll receive an instant text message which states the promo which will also act as a passport to enjoy the freebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what freebies?" you may ask. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sentosa: Free admission via Sentosa express and entry to images of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;- Jurong Birdpark: Free admission only&lt;br /&gt;- National Museum of Singapore: Free admission only&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore River Cruises: Free bumboat ride from Raffles Landing Site, Liang Court Jetty or Merlion Park&lt;br /&gt;- Singapore Flyer: Free ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to be the first 2009 visitors to enjoy the deals. The 2010th visitor has to start paying for the fares but at a discounted price. (Though I'd just leave the place if I got to start paying. No matter what the discount is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offers are only valid during the weekends in the month of February and they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-15 February 2009&lt;br /&gt;21-22 February 2009&lt;br /&gt;28 February 2009 - 1 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/about_singapore/2009reasons.html"&gt;http://www.visitsingapore.com/publish/stbportal/en/home/about_singapore/2009reasons.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and Cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-9175120726276608732?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/9175120726276608732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=9175120726276608732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/9175120726276608732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/9175120726276608732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-freebies.html' title='2009 Freebies!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZaZH_r4RnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nxFawq7-Qsk/s72-c/2009reasons.leftPars.0001.imgUpload.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8272947746519476582</id><published>2009-02-12T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:05:37.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Patricia!!</title><content type='html'>We all had so much fun from the start till the end. A lot of catching up were made between the J21 members.. Upcoming chalet dates were distributed.. etc. And don't you worry about me for not having anything to eat for dinner that night. I'm kind of used to it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're 21 now and everything's legal for you. Just be responsible... and don't drink and drive. (I know.. like wth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to our next guitar session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZagP4B75aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JeAYJ7tiaCw/s1600-h/n1313577016_273645_8604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZagP4B75aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JeAYJ7tiaCw/s400/n1313577016_273645_8604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601805874324898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZagP6GfyuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/YnWkaF-n6rI/s1600-h/n1313577016_273627_3369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZagP6GfyuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/YnWkaF-n6rI/s400/n1313577016_273627_3369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601806430325474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZagPmbEEKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/j72YNjgnaAM/s1600-h/n1313577016_273626_3100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZagPmbEEKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/j72YNjgnaAM/s400/n1313577016_273626_3100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601801147879586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8272947746519476582?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8272947746519476582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8272947746519476582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8272947746519476582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8272947746519476582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-21st-birthday-patricia.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Patricia!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SZagP4B75aI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JeAYJ7tiaCw/s72-c/n1313577016_273645_8604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4195820234058766871</id><published>2009-02-06T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:35:36.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>One Two Twenty-Five.</title><content type='html'>This is for Naz. Didn't know what you meant from your 'hello I am" post until I saw what was on Shikomar's. Lol. Yar.. I'm a lil' bit slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Currently, I hate shows with Gurmit Singh. (It's about time he retires!!)&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't want to go for Idol's audition because of Gurmit's presence. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;3) I usually tend to do things that I don't like doing. (e.g: I hate teaching and now I'm doing tutoring.)&lt;br /&gt;4) I was framed a couple of times when I was in Arabiah. Hence, I don't miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;5) I don't like to Singlish but I like listening to people Singlish-ing.&lt;br /&gt;6) I can never ever get used to profanity. I still jump when I hear someone swears.&lt;br /&gt;7) I like to see people in fashion.&lt;br /&gt;8) I hate to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;9) I used to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm Single (yeah..like you want to know that.) but not available.&lt;br /&gt;11) I turned down a Degree scholarship from Lincoln University (NZ).&lt;br /&gt;12) I've retired from being the clown in the family. Now it is my little brother's time to "shine".&lt;br /&gt;13) I'm good at acting because every single day I act.&lt;br /&gt;14) I'm good at hiding my feelings. So when you can tell that I'm sad it's only because I'm deliberately showing it to you.&lt;br /&gt;15) People used to tell me I got a sexy voice when I was working behind the phone.&lt;br /&gt;16) I've got men hitting on me before.&lt;br /&gt;17) I heart jogging.&lt;br /&gt;18) I like seeing people with good teeth.&lt;br /&gt;19) I was desperate once that I turned bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;20) My current top size is M.&lt;br /&gt;21) I prefer contact lenses than glasses.&lt;br /&gt;22) My ex was an Arab.&lt;br /&gt;23) I love brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;24) I do have a little regret for choosing SP.&lt;br /&gt;25) I'm not close to any of my cousins.. relatives.. grandparents.. (Or anyone that is blood related) except my parents and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I can't name 25 persons because I don't have 25 persons. Yeah I've broken one rule of the game but so what? Rules are meant to be broken. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4195820234058766871?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4195820234058766871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4195820234058766871' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4195820234058766871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4195820234058766871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-two-twenty-five.html' title='One Two Twenty-Five.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5918034341205649094</id><published>2009-01-29T06:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:05:59.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>As per title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai to myself and to all the rest out there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5918034341205649094?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5918034341205649094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5918034341205649094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5918034341205649094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5918034341205649094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2009!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-124069143450094847</id><published>2009-01-12T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:13:03.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>For the sake of money..</title><content type='html'>3pm- My 2nd Interview with IBM. Position: HelpDesk Executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2007) I quote myself, "I don't even know if I will ever like being a Help Desk Executive ever again. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I accept the position, if given? I'm really juicing my brain cells dry over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I always love talking to people. Whether its over the telephone or physical confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate talking to nasty people especially when I have no control over the situation.&lt;br /&gt;- The whole Mediaring experience was a "package".&lt;br /&gt;- I love learning new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- I kind of hate learning new stuff relating to IT.&lt;br /&gt;- Conversational skill is all I have right now and it's also my strength.&lt;br /&gt;- "Your computer skills ain't that great, Fadly!" ( How can I be of help to people when I'm the one needing the help.)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm growing fat. (One good reason why I should be staying behind the telephone)&lt;br /&gt;- I'm in need for cash. ( I got bills to pay!! And the tutoring money ain't enough!!)&lt;br /&gt;- One-year bond. ( if I got accepted)&lt;br /&gt;- I need to pay for the foreign language fees. (je suis fou d'envie d'apprendre le français)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I think I might just go for the 2nd interview. Got to get all the documents ready then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FadlyRamlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-124069143450094847?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/124069143450094847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=124069143450094847' title='349 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/124069143450094847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/124069143450094847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-sake-of-money.html' title='For the sake of money..'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>349</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6408827751163798744</id><published>2009-01-09T07:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:03:14.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>O$P$</title><content type='html'>My sis has been going on telling me that people have been borrowing money from her and have not paid their dues. I'm collecting the names from her... and when I'm done I'll list them down here in this blog space of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you later see your name here... please pay up. No matter how small the amount is, a debt is still a debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-6408827751163798744?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6408827751163798744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6408827751163798744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6408827751163798744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6408827751163798744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/01/op.html' title='O$P$'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5450800757920793606</id><published>2009-01-06T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:22:11.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>I Want To..</title><content type='html'>My resolutions this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Land myself a job that I love and that is well-paid.&lt;br /&gt;2) Shed more pounds.&lt;br /&gt;3) Try to be happy, always. (Must stay positive!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the mandatory ones. The rest that I have in mind are just nonessential but would definitely make me happy if achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2009!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5450800757920793606?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5450800757920793606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5450800757920793606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5450800757920793606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5450800757920793606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to.html' title='I Want To..'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-140303676024765514</id><published>2009-01-05T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:03:59.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Our Little Secret By Duncan Fairhurst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1206/1245874064_6666795e09_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 421px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1206/1245874064_6666795e09_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Little Secret. This book turned me into one emotional wreck because of the content not the author's writing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is an autobiography of  the author who I think was brave to pen down his crazy experiences during his younger lives. The memoir talks about him being abused physically and mentally by his father and a lot of other things but mainly the abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a very young age, four to be exact, he was first molested then eventually when he got older,  got raped countless times on various occasions by his pedo father who later told him that it was all a father and son thing. Saying that everyone does it and it's a normal thing but people just do not talk about it. Also to cover up the abuse, his father showered him with expensive gifts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got messy in his head when in school his friends mentioned that gays suck each other cocks and fuck one another (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm somewhat just quoting the author's language. I know.. it's kind of vile&lt;/span&gt;). He was there thinking that he's been performing that acts to his father since forever but was still in denial. Believing that what his father did was a different kind of thing. Believing that there's somehow a silver lining between what gays people do and what his father did to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to all these and some bad judgment of choosing friends, he drove into substance abuse. Drugs provided him the temporary relief from the pain he failed to obtain from the people whom he loved most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became wilder over the years and finally at 16, he moved out of the house. Things didn't really get better for him initially because of his addiction to substances but love kind of made him kick that morbid habit once and for all. (Urgh.. So cliche-ed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later turned to education and landed himself to  a University. He became a teacher and has been teaching ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in his life, he met his bloody father on the streets who was gripping the hand of a little boy. Whatever he saw at that moment made him realised and braved himself to report his father to the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about this book is the bravery of the author to bare his shameful past experience to the world. Read it if you think you think yourself require a drop of demureness, inspiration and pugnacity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-140303676024765514?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/140303676024765514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=140303676024765514' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/140303676024765514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/140303676024765514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-little-secret-by-duncan-fairhurst.html' title='Our Little Secret By Duncan Fairhurst.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8863844637883653588</id><published>2009-01-02T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:51:42.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>Funny how our initial guitar session turned out to be the count down event at Pat's place together with half a dozen bunch of the J21 team. It was alrighty kind of fun with card games, board games, guitar playing, singing and even karaoke-ing filling up the last day of year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was prominently late. Haha. Thanks for the car ride by the way!! Appreciate it lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuitously, met Raudhah, my really long-time schoolmate, while on my way home. And we chatted like little school shits about the glimpses of our lives and others. Lol. It was nice although I got none of the slightest idea why she thought I was stoned. Did I look stoned? I don't drink lah.. Much. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Night Rider home and on the bus I saw people into the new year spirit. Greeting strangers and wishing them a Happy New Year. I was lifted by the ambience that I too joined in the hoo-haas. Then I realised that those who acted all high-spirited were all inebriates and sots. Lol. Now I can see on what Raudhah thought about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 3am. Washed up and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm done reading the third book, "Our Little Secret". I'll get to that at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8863844637883653588?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8863844637883653588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8863844637883653588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8863844637883653588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8863844637883653588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3762461103210192496</id><published>2008-12-26T11:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:06:42.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Merry 21st Birthday, Alex Chui!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your party was awesome!! Any you're a great host. So, 21 huh? Everything's legal now for you. Hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got to know that someone actually gave you a clock as a present. How rich!! Geez man, your days are now numbered. :X Go start writing a will now, aite? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it just pure hysterical that you're born on Christmas? And you're like getting 2 gifts instead of one or maybe one gift instead of 2. Depending on how cheap people are. Hahaha. Oh, and by the way we gave you 2 presents and definitely no clock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your remaining holidays as poly resumes next week and may you have a blessed life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Patricia: Thanks Pat for the Taiwanese candy and please convey my thanks to your bf for the fabulous ride home!! What's his name again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &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/19949607-3762461103210192496?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3762461103210192496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3762461103210192496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3762461103210192496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3762461103210192496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-21st-birthday-alex-chui_26.html' title='Merry 21st Birthday, Alex Chui!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-994787618176221677</id><published>2008-12-25T09:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:17:15.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>25th December 2008</title><content type='html'>My day was a half-wreck yesterday. I was in a middle of a conflict with someone when I received a morbid phonecall telling me that someone has died. Someone insignificant to me but still I knew who he was. I hated him when he was alive and  so his death was just God's way of doing me a favour. But still, "Innalillahi WaInna Ilaihi Rhojiun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, something has been bothering me lately. Why am I always receiving second-hand news? Am I really that anti-social of a person? Like for example, one of my ex-classmates, Rashiddin, got married weeks ago and I got to know about that weeks after. And what's more jaw-dropping is the fact that it's his 2nd wedding. Bloody hell, when was the 1st? Khalilah's nuptial was also a hush to me. And I don't even know if that's real or rumour. O! O! and another one: one student got herself impregnanted by a fellow student!!??!! Merciful Allah on that piece! With all other ear-piercing 'development' I've been told, this school is really undergoing a serious form of metamorphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just have some fun for goodness sake 'cause it's the season to be jolly. Though statements as such just making you want go "Humbug!!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-994787618176221677?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/994787618176221677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=994787618176221677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/994787618176221677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/994787618176221677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/12/25th-december-2008.html' title='25th December 2008'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5318961814342519210</id><published>2008-12-23T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:47:09.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SVBqs1K4qmI/AAAAAAAAATE/OUPT5_CXxOU/s1600-h/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 464px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SVBqs1K4qmI/AAAAAAAAATE/OUPT5_CXxOU/s400/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282839681325116002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading the book makes more sense and alludes a hell lot of magical contentment than watching the movie. The movie is just a glimpse yet exaggerated of what's in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read the book if ever find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more books left for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5318961814342519210?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5318961814342519210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5318961814342519210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5318961814342519210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5318961814342519210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/12/reading-book-makes-more-sense-and.html' title='P.S. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SVBqs1K4qmI/AAAAAAAAATE/OUPT5_CXxOU/s72-c/1048_Full_PS-I-love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3681235754675418318</id><published>2008-12-20T08:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:04:26.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>To: Fauzan Ramlan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxGv-M242I/AAAAAAAAASg/AJHnJYADACk/s1600-h/1_707848227l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxGv-M242I/AAAAAAAAASg/AJHnJYADACk/s400/1_707848227l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281674252963472226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fauzan&lt;/span&gt;! You did great for your N levels!! I'm one proud brother. I always knew you were capable of achieving  great things. Now focus on your O levels and make us all even prouder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ignore that good-for-nothing-plus-nosey auntie of yours. We all know she's a bitch most of the time. Also, she's just being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unaccept&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; over the fact that you scored better than one of her little in-laws. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Screw them all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your big brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FadlyRamlan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Oi! Do not forget about the slander that we've both agreed to stick upon  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3681235754675418318?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3681235754675418318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3681235754675418318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3681235754675418318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3681235754675418318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-fauzan-ramlan.html' title='To: Fauzan Ramlan'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxGv-M242I/AAAAAAAAASg/AJHnJYADACk/s72-c/1_707848227l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4459910326779930865</id><published>2008-12-19T15:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:13:41.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Twilight (The Movie)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/934/twilight01mt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 510px;" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/934/twilight01mt5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight's great. No, I haven't read the book beforehand nor have I read it after. Nevertheless I strongly reckon I have all the privilege to judge the movie because I paid for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fervency of contentment this show alludes at the end of the film lasted me days. At this moment, I so want to be a vampire. Unlike other vampire shows, Twilight pictured that the sun does not evaporate-ise vampires. Instead it causes their skin to look all glittery and expensive. (I know, we all want that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny about this movie is that there's this family (The Cullens) of vampires who relate themselves as 'vegetarian' vampires. As we all know, vampires need human blood to survive. But this peculiar bunch feeds on the blood of animals. ( I know, plain weird.) I think it's like they've taken an oath before the wolves descendants to not feast on human blood or something. ( Yeah, I kind of got lost here too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really like the part where the family played baseball though. Oh, and they only play during the thunderstorm because of their superpower strength. Literally, thunderous sound effects projected whenever the ball hit their bats. Bella (main female cast), who gradually discovered her hero's a vampire,  got the privilege to watch the vampires play first-hand and then she became the cause of the chase scene that followed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last scene, Bella wanted to be a vampire but that just didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. I suck at writing reviews. Why don't you just go and catch the damn show. I like it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4459910326779930865?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4459910326779930865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4459910326779930865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4459910326779930865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4459910326779930865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight (The Movie)'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6121692052024280814</id><published>2008-12-17T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:27:31.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUhw0JXKRaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MpfLFrmwpFE/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUhw0JXKRaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MpfLFrmwpFE/s400/pray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280594604260476322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished reading this book. Weird as it may sound but this book inspires me to start meditating. I've always thought that performing my prayers was somewhat equaled to meditating but then this book made me realised that praying (Sholat) is more about conversing with God while meditating is listening to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound a little demented but I'm willing to it a shot. While the author was in India, she meditated for several hours using the Indian technique which she later found out to be much complex (Indian technique. What do you expect?) than what she later was taught in Bali by a medicine man. And I think this method is is the most simplest and easiest anyone could perform. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just sit there and smile all the way through. Even smile with your liver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty straight forward, huh? No hymns. No chantings. No sutras.  I would have probably discarded the idea of meditating if any of those lips movements were involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I did try for a few minutes meditating when I was taking a break from reading the book. I sat down and tried smiling with every part of my Being. I did feel like there was an energetic resonance and a fraction of serenity achieved. I did feel good afterwards even though the meditating only was for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more books to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-6121692052024280814?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6121692052024280814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6121692052024280814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6121692052024280814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6121692052024280814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/12/eat-pray-love-by-elizabeth-gilbert.html' title='Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUhw0JXKRaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MpfLFrmwpFE/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5734480155370774297</id><published>2008-12-08T21:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:20:25.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Rants.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of people telling me what to do. Do I look like I'm the sort who is lost in making decisions for himself? Okay maybe I do look like one but I don't care. Please just back off already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not attending the yet another J21 gathering last Saturday. I guess I was tired and I had other things on my mind. I'll try to make myself valid for the upcoming J21 assemblage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that I could find the time for a Kbox session on that very Saturday because I reckoned I needed it. Fairus couldn't make it due to exhaustion. Jack couldn't make it due to soddenness. And the rest had their fair of reasons for not being available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least like half a dozen of books to read before end of this year. I hope I can find the time to accomplish that. Distractions are in abundance and never-ending. When can I have the space I deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today suppose to be a happy day. Breathe, Fadly. Breathe. Yes, it is. Today's a happy day. Happy Eidul Adha aka Hari Raya Haji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;p.s: Mom, stop telling people about my life plans because that's kind of like jinxing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5734480155370774297?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5734480155370774297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5734480155370774297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5734480155370774297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5734480155370774297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/12/rants.html' title='Rants.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8602190569908781434</id><published>2008-11-19T11:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:35:38.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>"Ultimately, you're the decision maker"</title><content type='html'>Might be heading down to SP later this afternoon. There'll be talks and exhibitions on studying overseas and also together with the job search or whatever. I'm only interested with the overseas studying section. Because I'm really thinking whether should I be pursuing my education at the local University or at the abroad's. I'm at the phase of trying not to make mistakes in decision making because my future's at stake here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been showered with lots opinions from friends and relatives. Some telling me to pursue my education towards the Ukhrawi stream and the other telling me other stuff that are way beyond my interest. I don't know.. but I usually hate listening to what people have to say when it come to me making decisions. It's like I really want to be clear headed in making decisions but people just can't stop barging in thinking that they are obligated to contribute something in molding my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things then go smoothly, they'll feel that they're part of that smootheness. And if things get rough well, they'll tell me "Ultimately, you're the decision maker. We just gave you opinions so you'll have broader options. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one thing that bothers me is the NS. Should I contact the appropriate officials as I haven't been enlisted up till now? Or should I just not bother? What about Bilal from Arabiah? Or Bukhari? I don't want to be called up when I'm thirty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8602190569908781434?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8602190569908781434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8602190569908781434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8602190569908781434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8602190569908781434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/11/might-be-heading-down-to-sp-later-this.html' title='&quot;Ultimately, you&apos;re the decision maker&quot;'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5097870199845103669</id><published>2008-11-11T12:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:37:48.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday CuiLing.</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was CuiLing's 21st birthday party!! Well it was cool, the food was great, the cake was yummy and all but I don't know.. it's the after party period that made me feel like puking. No, there weren't any boozes or pot but it's the attribute of some of the J21 that made me think that chilling out with them is just ain't worth it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just being emotional because my day was a wreck. Or maybe I was reminiscing the past that it affected my mental being. Nonetheless, the whole experience made me think. And think deep (Or not). I don't know if I will do anything about it or maybe I should just not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we haven't been gathering much recently due to some of their patriotic reasons but when we do, the last thing I need to listen is exaggerated repetitions of NS lingos which are becoming like mosquito buzzes. Please don't tell me I have to give out hefty smacks before they get the message to shut up. Maybe the reason was that I have always resented, but tolerable, towards argots because they just make you sound like wrecks but truthfully,  I really felt annoyed that night and I hope I wasn't being too obvious. I know I wasn't because I can act. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that aside, I would like to thank Jing and Patricia for sacrificing their time in search for the perfect gifts for the birthday girl. It was very nice of Jing to call me up for suggestions on the presents when the fact was that I would back her up with whatever presents she picked. So thanks once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that night, me, Jack and Pat managed to find the time to schedule for our next candid guitaring session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 22nd November 2008&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Singapore Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think we have the potential to become band mates. Maybe yes to the both of them but I just suck. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last time, Happy 21st Birthday CuiLing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll try to post up pictures taken from CuiLing's party when I have them.&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/19949607-5097870199845103669?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5097870199845103669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5097870199845103669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5097870199845103669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5097870199845103669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-21st-birthday-cuiling.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday CuiLing.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8965277011379044347</id><published>2008-11-04T08:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:41:26.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Laugh, Pray, Believe. Repeat</title><content type='html'>Finally, some time for me to update this dusty virtual space of mine. But what's there to update? Almost nothing. Anyhow, just want to tell people that we'll be owning a new family vehicle early next month. Hooray!! More spacious, more comfortable and with better air-con. No, way better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this may sound a little bit of a repetition for some but a few months back I really felt like I was at the lowest point of my life. I felt worthless, sick, diseased, useless etc and because of that I suffered major withdrawals and they're pretty scary ones. Right now, I'm not saying that I've healed but I'm just taking things positively in a gradual motion and pace. Funny, because I thought my self-confidence was always my significant strength but currently I just can't seem to find that in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a point at that time I felt deep hatred towards the world. I felt that God has abandoned me. Neither could I feel His love nor His affections. That was the worst feeling I have ever experienced. Feeling nauseous whenever I looked at myself in the mirror. Hoping for a magical moment or epiphany to lift up this unsurmountable burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think talking to anyone would be of anything fruitful thus no one knew this undesirable matter of mine. Not parents, not friends, not anyone. It would just make things even more complicated that it already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the spotlight of epiphany must have hit on me because things are getting well for me. Though gradually, I believe that all I have to do is to pray and believe that everything will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8965277011379044347?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8965277011379044347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8965277011379044347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8965277011379044347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8965277011379044347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/11/laugh-pray-believe-repeat.html' title='Laugh, Pray, Believe. Repeat'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1398286938115190165</id><published>2008-09-10T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:58:47.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Images from phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Doorstep.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/WinGate.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Books.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Chairs.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Stairs.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Maniquin.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1398286938115190165?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1398286938115190165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1398286938115190165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1398286938115190165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1398286938115190165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Images from phone'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3272604998798982919</id><published>2008-08-22T09:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:41:30.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Silver Medal for Singapore.</title><content type='html'>So, okay. We're all in the phase of the Olympics mood right now. We get to witness great athletes like Michael Phelps, Dan Li, Chen Roulin etc performing magnificently in what is of their individual forte. It's really a sensational feeling for the audience who is watching these sportsmen and women fighting against one another to be world's number 1. But that's a whole new post because that's not the agenda for today's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that the Singapore's ping pong team or the table tennis team won a silver medal a few nights back because it was all over the news just like flood all over south-China. I watched fellow Singaporeans crazily making a blonde of themselves by singing the 'Ole Ole' anthem on national tv. Ok fine, they must have been proud or patriotic or something for Singapore has finally got a medal after a long 48 years. But the question here is, who got it for Singapore? From my angle of vision, a bunch of non-Singaporeans. Seriously, is this something worth triumphing for? These menagerie are not born and bred in Singapore. They are people who are illiterate in English - one concentrated attribute definitely non-Singaporean ish. In fact, they're Chinese (as in born in China). Not only have they dominated our education and workforce industries, now we can also see that they are commanding Singapore's sports arena too. And we willingly letting that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my polytechnic years, I remember how unsettled we became when the school's Director told us that the class had to separate to give in to the China students. We tried appealing and I almost wanted to decide for a class transfer but gave up over the tedious process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along during my vacation work, almost the same atmosphere at it was in polytechnic. China whores ruled over the place and they had the dominant roles - either supervisors or leaders. The ridiculous thing was that almost none of them could speak English. And those working under their supervision were the Malays and Indians and a tiny splash of local Chinese. We couldn't understand what the hell they're trying to tell us resulting us creating botches and blunders. And these foreign Chinese would then get all flared up and start cursing nefariously like some mother-*******.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go, these foreign Chinese are always there. Coffee-shops, pump stations, 7-eleven, Banquets. I even have them as my neighbours. Like ten of them clustered in one apartment. There are like in over-abundance of them here. And it's really exhausting competing with them because obviously they have the national support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we fools?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3272604998798982919?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3272604998798982919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3272604998798982919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3272604998798982919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3272604998798982919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/08/silver-medal-for-singapore.html' title='Silver Medal for Singapore.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-990213571497474855</id><published>2008-08-18T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:10:32.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Movie reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/The_Dark_Knight_Quad_Poster.jpg" width="630" align="middle" height="419" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Collage.jpg" width="630" align="middle" height="419" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight, The Mummy and The Love Guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with The Dark Knight. Seriously the movie was wickedly way too boring  for me. I don't even know why I was anticipating to go and see the movie. I wasn't a Batman fan and that fact still stays. Okay, credits should go to the joker and solely to the joker. Why is everybody saying that this is a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one thing I hate about movie sequels is when they had to replace the significant roles with new ones because the original ones decided not to do the subsequent movie (Okay, I think I'm lost in words). And Dark Knight did just that. You know the Batman's old girlfriend, she's the one. She wasn't the same person I know from the first movie. What a let down, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the show, it was already pretty lameass boring until when the Joker came into the picture it became a little interesting and it was definately not because of his make-up. His sadistic yet clever ideas and actions were constantly making me jump up and down from my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then at the nearly end, another baddy, Mr two-faced came into the picture. He's just an ungrateful clit. Oh! And i just hate to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, the old girlfriend dies. Yippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mummy. Remember I said that I hate when they replace the original cast with someone new for the subsequent movie? This is yet another movie to commit such a sin. They had to replace the beautiful Rachael Weisz with some old and ugly Maria Bello. Her accent sucked to the max and her lousy acting could not even save her nor do Weisz justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, Jet Li and Michelle Yeo were alright. Their action and stunts were great. I love the fightings and the swordplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the show, I think the movie did good. Rating: 3/5 bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now finally The Love Guru which I reckon was hilarious for me. Mike Meyers did an awesome great job for being the 2nd-best-holiness-desperate-to-be-the-1st love guru of India, Guru Pitka. The witty and sarcastic lines made me laughed my ass off. Especially towards the midget guy. One line I remembered him asking Mr Grumpy "I'm sorry i didn't catch your gnome. Name!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba for being the hated-by-everyone rich girl was as beautiful as always even in the bollywood costume. I don't know what but she has this face that melts your hearts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake acted as the French-accented, Celine Dion's zealot cum horse-hung ice-hockey star which I reckon was incredibly a big haha too. Him letting his 'little' brother loose with a thud sound only makes you imagine the superficialness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say about this show? With Mike Meyers, Jessica Alba and Justin Timberlake in the movie, where can it go wrong? Or can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarishkaHargate. TM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-990213571497474855?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/990213571497474855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=990213571497474855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/990213571497474855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/990213571497474855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-reviews.html' title='Movie reviews'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5633124738912845944</id><published>2008-07-25T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:11:00.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Hi! i'm Fadly and..</title><content type='html'>Yep, I know that I haven't been updating my blog with fresh posts lately. For that, truly my apologies. But someone I know hasn't been updating her blog for months. So no victory for me on this one. Truth is, I haven't got nothing to rant about. Haven't been getting great news lately. Just insignificant members of the big family tree trying to screw up the branch of mine. And I'm NOT going into the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..hmm.. what's recent? I went to the movies to catch 'Red cliff' the other day. I don't know what to comment on that piece except for the ending ain't cool, a little anti-climactic and also i find that Takeshi's role as the royal strategist stinks. He acted more like the royal eunuch. But even so, all that's said, it's still just my opinion. I find that lots of movie directors are venturing to this kind of style. Creating the ambiance of audience unrest after watching them. Turning audience anticipating for more which is a clever move I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night I received a message from Jing stating that the J21 team is organizing a gathering on the 2nd of next month. I might not be going. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5633124738912845944?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5633124738912845944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5633124738912845944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5633124738912845944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5633124738912845944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/07/yep-i-know-that-i-havent-been-updating.html' title='Hi! i&apos;m Fadly and..'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1221379834886655709</id><published>2008-06-19T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:09:53.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Happy 16th Birthday, Fauzan</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Fauzan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could say the "hope your dreams come true" statement to you but no. Because I don't want your dreams to come true - at least for the current one you have now. You have got to grow up and think of what's best for your future and stop mingling with those school fucktard friends of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that education may seems all insipid to you right now but you have no idea how nefarious the world out there is. I don't want to see things to go ugly for you but then you have got to step up and prove yourself of what you are worth and right now, I can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been the greatest brother to you but truthfully I really cared. We're a family and no way should abhor-ism be part amongst one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that as a family, one member's failure is the failure of the rest; one member's success is the whole team's success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just focus on your upcoming major exams and please do your best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah shower you with his blessings. Amien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1221379834886655709?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1221379834886655709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1221379834886655709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1221379834886655709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1221379834886655709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-16th-birthday-fauzan.html' title='Happy 16th Birthday, Fauzan'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6090795081889991921</id><published>2008-06-13T12:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>These past few days.</title><content type='html'>Was in Batam for 2 days with intentions of shopping and chilaxing. Well, I achieved a bit of that but I got myself something more; realisation of how lucky I am to be living in Singapore. People there, most of them I saw were living in a weary state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I saw was a forest fire. (How interesting.) On my way to the hotel, I saw people burning their trash at their front houses. Vehicles pumping out black fumes. If I weren't on an enclosed van, I assume I'd get an asthma attack. The disposition of the area was just cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads there're the "safest". You can see people riding motorbikes without their head gears. Motorcar drivers driving without buckling up their seat belts. 3 persons on a motorbike is a common view. I even saw FIVE (5) on a bike. (Merciful God!) Why do they do that? Because they have the safest roads to drive on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4-star hotel was alright for me. Nothing much to complain except for people are allowed to puff cigarettes anywhere. Enclosed with air-con and people smoking, you don't get to see them here. The thing was the act could be seen in every shopping malls that I went. Imagine you do your shopping at NTUC and there are humans puffing nictotine sticks. How sick can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The schools there were just impossible to me. They looked like huts to me and about to fall apart any time soon. When I was in my primary or even secondary, to say the least, every class was with air-con installed. Singaporeans are really lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I over-heard the driver talking to my mom's friend saying something like, " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Di Indonesia, yang kaya itu kaya amat dan yang miskin itu miskin banget. Sampei ada berminggu mingguan nga' punya makan terus.&lt;/span&gt;" Literally means that people in Indonesia, the rich are really wealthy and the poor are extremely poor till some have to go without food for weeks. How wicked is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday we sent my brother, Fuad, off to Tekong to serve his country. He's the first in the family to go there. My mom, being typical, was all paranoid about the whole thing. We all got to taste Army food but Mom said she had no appetite- her loss. She kept questioning the officers there on how tough the training will be and other stuff. I hope she got enlightened by their responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's the brilliant plotter. He'll make things work good for us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-6090795081889991921?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6090795081889991921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6090795081889991921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6090795081889991921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6090795081889991921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-past-few-days.html' title='These past few days.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3531573387400662675</id><published>2008-06-11T16:55:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:57:55.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Batam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50669-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HyperMart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50687-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Sg, we usually see wreath stands. There, crap boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50866-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50874-2.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50871-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Pnorama.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Hotel (Panorama Regency)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Lobby.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hotel Lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/HotelGarden.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hotel Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/HotelWindowView.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from Our Room's Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/DSC01526-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The unconventional carwash method.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/DSC01525-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 pillions and 1 rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/DSC01512-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Koran! Koran!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50903-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50751-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50772-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food Counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50773-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another Food Counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50746-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digging In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50851-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jembatan 1 (Bridge 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50860-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulau Tuntun (Tuntun Island)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50934-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SSA50937-1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cumulus. I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3531573387400662675?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3531573387400662675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3531573387400662675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3531573387400662675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3531573387400662675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/06/batam.html' title='Batam.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1360396693855926301</id><published>2008-06-05T09:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:04:20.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Jamming 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/JammingCake-1.jpg" height="419" width="630"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30/06/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another chalet day organized by the Jamming 21 team. This team just love to gather. Minutes ago I just got a message about plans for another gathering. Their enthusiasm is pretty high. And i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee early that morning, my mom called me telling me that Rauf passed away. My condolences to his family. God, he's only 24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1360396693855926301?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1360396693855926301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1360396693855926301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1360396693855926301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1360396693855926301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/06/jamming-21.html' title='Jamming 21'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-2417633317272411982</id><published>2008-06-01T23:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:19:32.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Just Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Shoes.jpg" width="630px" height="419px" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Pelamin.jpg" width="450px" height="589px" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Nikah.jpg" width="630px" height="419px" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Pose.jpg" width="630px" height="419px" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/cakes.jpg" width="630px" height="419px" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Glitter.jpg" width="630px" height="419px" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-2417633317272411982?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/2417633317272411982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=2417633317272411982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2417633317272411982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2417633317272411982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-pictures.html' title='Just Pictures.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3179493126297081000</id><published>2008-05-20T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Random Random Random</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last blogged here and due to that I'm losing the ability to write. But I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afflicted with the Short Term Memory Syndrome. I'm neither of those who claimed that they have STM only because they forgot their spouse's birthday or disremembered to hand in their assignments. I'm really having STM as in STM. The real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been diagnosed with this matter ever since my secondary school days. That's why last minute revisions always worked for me though educators kept reminding that such practice is not recommended. What my brain stores are those that I believe had stamped an impact to my life. Names of people I treasure and also I horribly hate. So if I know your names, it's either I treasure you or I detest you. Or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying wise, I can't remember anything. When I was in Poly, people used to tell me that if you stay awake and focus during lecture, atleast 60% of the lecture content stays in your head. Well, I've practicalised that theory and it didn't work for me. Due to that, I sticked to the old rhythm; last minute revision. That had made me come this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all love music? You bet. They say that music is the food for the soul. Yeah, whatever. I love music very much but never had got the chance to pursue it. If you know what I mean. Money has always been a problem to me. Actually, lack of money is the real problem. Don't we all think so? I sometimes wonder how much I can achieve if I were born to a rich family. How much I can achieve if LKY were to be my grandfather. The answer is limitless. I'd do anything for yonder to happen. Anyhow, the point is if I were rich, I would definitely invest some of it to pursue the musicality in me. I don't know how. Maybe by joining music class? Or hire a music coach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality is, I don't have that much wealth. So to keep it real, I purchased a cheap guitar, joined a cheap guitar club and independently self-tutored myself on how to play the guitar. Hey, it doesn't sound really that bad, huh. Vocally, I'm nowhere near good but the karaoke sessions I had with my mates were good enough to expand and exercise the vocal chords. It's still not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of karaoke, I had a great time with Fairus, Ainul and Muneerah some time ago. Why does it has to be at Cash Studio every time? I'm pretty tired of that place already. Can anyone out there recommend other good/better K stations? I don't prefer Kbox. Been there and the song lists were totally biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all about it. The randomness is over. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the grammar people, I don't check my grammar but I appreciate your feedback.  Sorry and thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3179493126297081000?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3179493126297081000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3179493126297081000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3179493126297081000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3179493126297081000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-random-random.html' title='Random Random Random'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4898986036303830592</id><published>2008-05-02T12:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:20:26.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Thank you Thank You.</title><content type='html'>Have been out lately.. but have been spending less at the same time. It's nice to be the birthday baby. People kept giving me treats and treats. Thanks guys. We should do this more often. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Oscars speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jing and Pat for the DURIAN cake and the movie treat. You guys know why I'm lettering Durian in caps. Still, thanks. Also, special thanks to my family for the yummilicious mango cake from the Royals. Cui Ling, ET, Jefferson, Richard, (Jing &amp;amp; Pat), Jack, Rahmat, Nazri, Ayu, Shab etc. Thanks you for all the smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET, thanks for the Ben&amp;amp;Jerry ice cream. That will be memorable to me because that was my first Ben&amp;amp;Jerry experience. I haven't receive the item yet but thanks Cui Ling for getting me a present. I wonder what it is. Jin Lee for the thought of treating me to Escape Theme park, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who wished me via my blog's tag box- Rai and Nad and Jing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have missed out a few names. Those names that I didn't mention, my sincere apologies. You know I appreciate you guys still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadly Ramlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/FairusDurian.jpg" height="419" width="630"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Cake1.jpg" height="419" width="630"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/icereams.jpg" height="419" width="630"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4898986036303830592?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4898986036303830592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4898986036303830592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4898986036303830592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4898986036303830592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you Thank You.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3371435336782325765</id><published>2008-04-29T08:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:08:17.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vids'/><title type='text'>Touch My "Nerve"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfdJvN-oCYU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pfdJvN-oCYU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching some vids under my subsrcibed list on Youtube.com when I came across this hilarious vid of Mariah Carey. She was performing her latest single, "Touch My Body", on Good Morning America. Dreadfully, &lt;span&gt;her backing track was suffering some major glitches. Her pre-recorded vocals started before she was ready and then kept repeating towards the beginning of Touch My Body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the SAME THING happened around the 3:00 minute mark and she sings "Stop singing my part now, baby!" It's hilarious!! This is one fierce diva.&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/19949607-3371435336782325765?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3371435336782325765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3371435336782325765' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3371435336782325765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3371435336782325765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-was-looking-for-great-vids-on-youtube.html' title='Touch My &quot;Nerve&quot;'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-13537793544487656</id><published>2008-04-28T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Random Yaks.</title><content type='html'>Forgive and forget. How many times have you heard people telling you that phrase? Personally, I got it a lot. How I wish things were so simple as such but the truth is, it's pretty hard. Forgiving is achievable but forgetting.. well, the process can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises. I hate making promises but when I do them, I'll fulfill them. There had been many promises in my life that I regret making them. But I'm still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets. Everybody has his/her own secrets. I have my own secrets too. Sadly, I don't share any of them with anyone. Bad experiences surely make me realize that secrets are meant to be kept only to yourself. Share them and you'll lose the essence of what secrets all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you love those you hate? Can that be attained? I have names heaped up after names of people I dislike. And I know it's not healthy. So how do you change that hate to love? How I wish things are as simple as ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I want to change for the better; my wish this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for great wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-13537793544487656?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/13537793544487656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=13537793544487656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/13537793544487656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/13537793544487656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-yaks.html' title='Random Yaks.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3488461197612700758</id><published>2008-04-19T11:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Before Hell Breaks Loose..</title><content type='html'>I am really appalled by my juniors from Arabiah. I was supposedly to have dinner with Fairus at Hei Sushi venued at Downtown East when I saw current Arabiah students leaning on a bricked wall puffing nicotine sticks. I don't really mind if I see the over 18s gagging themselves with cigarettes but the ones I saw were not of the legal age. What surprised me more was that one of  the kids was the son of the famous and respectable ustaz of Muhammadiyah, Ustaz S****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school has got to do something. Personally what I can suggest is to reform the educators of the school first. Teachers like Zainab Habib are useless to the school. I was her student once and I know her capabilities. In fact, she has none. Cikgu Latifah, you may have the most experience but I think the school should let you go too. From my point of view Arabiah lacks the disciplinary educators.  Tumini Saat was the best teacher Arabiah had so far followed by Kamalina. Academically, they're pretty concrete and their sense of uprighting justice seemed pretty formidable. I don't know if they still exist in that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that discipline has always been an issue in almost all schools but educators have got to be witty in tackling this matter. I can't further comment on the current Arabiah system because I don't even know the current teachers there but what I can say is that something needs to be done. Witnessing such delinquency shows that the school has only a sheer form of disciplines. I wished I had taken pictures of those delinquents but that action might disintegrate the reputation of someone who's known as one of the pillars of the Muhammadiyah Organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more than just to your Organisation. There's your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3488461197612700758?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3488461197612700758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3488461197612700758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3488461197612700758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3488461197612700758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/04/before-hell-breaks-loose.html' title='Before Hell Breaks Loose..'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7440183934179797456</id><published>2008-04-02T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:46:16.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>To Be Taken Advantage. Who likes that?</title><content type='html'>I have an Uncle who whenever he needs help he doesn't go to his daughters or sons but instead he looks for people out from his nuclear family- like my family.  Not just my uncle but my aunt, my neighbour and friends. This selfish attribute of theirs well if they're doing  in minimal occasions I guess I could ignore and help them out of the goodness of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, well, he has a daughter who's pretty much affluent and well-to-do but whenever he needs help he doesn't come straight to her but to my family. The initial 'request' my mom was alright with it and she still is even till now. But not for me. I see this as taking as him taking advantage on my mom's kindness. Sometimes, I told him to go for his daughter or anyone else but us and he'll just throw us excuses like... his daughter has her own problem. With a father like you, which child doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, well she's one big of a she-satan. She talks so highly about her daughters about being this and that and she loves bragging about her husband's family side. Go F!$# yourself you old clit! My mom has been kind enough lending her sored ears listening to her never-ending yaks. To me I don't find her daughters to be of anything close to what she has been saying. Her daughters ain't that good. I know because it's rather much of the obvious. I don't want to go to the details. Her husband's family ain't really that superficial anyways. Well. I've been to their family gatherings - most of it - and I don't like them. They're an annoying bunch of buffoons. Making unnecessary noises and to be honest I think they're all beneath me. Call me a narcissist but you'll definitely have to agree with me after meeting them. I find people are taking advantage of my family's altruism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about myself, I have a stand on my own. I don't bother about them. I rather like to be alone than to be with them. I noticed that they wanted to talk to me but it always ended up me giving them the cold shoulders. Yeah, I'm an anti-social. In fact, I don't want to social myself with any of them. I'm very picky when it comes to socializing.  That's just me. But I assure you if I become your social buddy there's no regret because I'll definitely fill up the time we spend with laughter. Well, also it depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I tend to help people that I don't know rather than those I do. I don't know the exact reason for me reacting to such but somehow succoring strangers gives me the satisfaction that I've been looking for. Helping friends? Sure. Much better than succoring those incorrigible relatives and neighbours. Eff them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about Jamming21, yeah I know I have been coming up with reasons an excuses to not mingle with you guys but some things are going about in my life right now. I wish I could share it with you guys but I don't think I can do that right now. It's a pretty big blow for me. And that's all that I'm disclosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my shrewed aunt, my buffoonic cousins and to my lazy neighbours, if I could turn back time  I definitely would love to strike you guys of my life. You people suck. Big time! We just want to have the prosaic life that we've been yearning for and thanks to you pests you have to take that away from us!! Assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7440183934179797456?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7440183934179797456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7440183934179797456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7440183934179797456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7440183934179797456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-taken-advantage-who-likes-that.html' title='To Be Taken Advantage. Who likes that?'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5761273847586287127</id><published>2008-03-29T21:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:47:37.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Award of the Month :The 'I Trust You' Pass.</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I drove (by car) to Malaysia on my own on Wednesday. No Mom no Dad. I felt awesome about it. Finally I got the 'I Trust You' pass from them. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I kind of didn't know where to go. Malaysia is a really big country y'noe. So drove around and around and finally stopped by Angsana shopping mall. There's nothing much there. It's like a dead place. The air was filthily polluted. I didn't like it a weeny bit. It's exactly like what I've seen on the RTM channels; Hazy, dirty and diseased. But since it was my first car-drive experience there I thought that I should be lenient about the whole thing but I just couldn't. So, the most fun part of the experience was on the road. Driving, driving and just driving. It also kind of made me feel safe from inhaling the poisonous cum hazardous air. Though I abhored looking at their home-made cars ( they look like scrapped transformers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only familiar place in Malaysia for me is the Larkin Market. So drove there and bought  Dunkin Donuts for my family. I love Dunkin Donuts. So anyways, done with that and I decided to head home - Singapore. The moment I passed through the Woodlands checkpoint, I felt like I could breathe again. Slided down the car windows and breathe the clean air of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt something throughout the expedition. The grass ain't always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Badan.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, one pic I took when I was at Angsana. Shop name "Badan". It means body. The shop that sells bodies.  Perv!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5761273847586287127?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5761273847586287127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5761273847586287127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5761273847586287127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5761273847586287127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/03/believe-it-or-not-i-drove-by-car-to.html' title='Award of the Month :The &apos;I Trust You&apos; Pass.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5424638392203830974</id><published>2008-03-19T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Fire in the Pot!!</title><content type='html'>"Fadly!! The police are at the door!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom abruptly woke me up in the middle of the night.  The whole house was smoky and I couldn't breathe. What the hell happened around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is going on, Mom?" I really felt like myself choking. The smoke was really thick. I walked up to the door and peeped the door hole and saw 2 policemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Was there a fire at the block? I really had no answer at that time. Mom didnt answer me as she was busy dressing herself up. I opened the door and police questioned, "There's a fire in this block."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, there's a fire at this block!! We gotta leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no. There's no fire." said Mom. I was like.. the house was all hazy and smoggish and she said there's no fire? What's going on? "I was reheating something and totally forgot to turn off the fire last night. The pot got burnt. Fire's out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah the police went in my house (took off their shoes) and checked the kitchen and oh boy.. the pot was all black and burnt. Mom, who was now beside me, asked me if we're going to get fined? "Are they going to fine us? How much? Not money again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reaction was appalling. I stood there looking at her face and was like.. "Hey, think about our safety first, will you?" Ain't that crazy? The only thing she could think of at that hectic point of time was losing her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policemen told us that the fire brigade team was already on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do we have to pay for them too?" Mom questioned the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the..?! Mom!!", I exclaimed. I just couldn't believe my ears. If we're really getting fined, I will settle it. Or maybe my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police were asking for my mom's IC and were questioning her on stuff and I took off to the window and saw 2 huge brigades down at the carpark. Wow. Then firemen came up to my house (took off their shoes too) and one of them voiced, "Where's the fire??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom put it off. She's with the police in the kitchen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw his face morphed to sourish. Like he didn't fancy the fact that my mom stole his job. I woke my younger brother up telling him there's a whole rescue team in the house. He got off the bed exhilarated and took over. I was really on aspirins as I was having a bad headache and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, just to catch things up, I asked my mom if we got fined and she said no in relief.  I guess "Hooray" must be on her mind. Till now the house smells like burnt shit. Called Dad to buy air freshener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the crazy nights of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts: Happy Birthday, Eden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5424638392203830974?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5424638392203830974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5424638392203830974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5424638392203830974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5424638392203830974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/03/fire-in-pot.html' title='Fire in the Pot!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-104993202612733420</id><published>2008-03-17T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>A Penny For My Thought.</title><content type='html'>A bitty weeny update on what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know that my ex-classmate from Arabiah will be entering Nanyang Polytechnic. Diploma in Chemical &amp;amp; Pharmaceutical Technology.  Congratulations. I mean I always knew that  people of my cohort would be making it great. Yeah and we practically did. Lets see if i can recall their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazierah, Shikin Omar, Syikin Hanif, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asiah&lt;/span&gt;, Aisyah, Khairu, Khalilah, Radiyah,  Sharifah, Norhana, Thohirah, Dian, Nadia and Halimah. Yep, we didn't have a big class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name spelt in bold red is the one whom I was referring to with regards to the 1st paragraph. All the best to her in embarking to poly life. It will be awesome. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was reading previous posts of friends' bloggies and one caught my attention for a second. It sounds something like this "the elder sibling usually scores the highest achievement than younger ones." What the..? I totally have to disagree on that one. I mean seriously, who the hell has the right to give such statement?? The future ain't written on stones for crying out loud. I say that because for my case, my younger sibling shared the same achievements that I achieved- even better I think. Other families are too. Younger siblings usually tend to take you as their role model. They hope that one day they'll achieve something of your equal or perhaps even&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BIGGER&lt;/span&gt;. Unless you're living in a house full of brats. Which happens to be of hers and I will go to there in just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to that, me being nosy as always, dug up a few facts on this she-monster who said those trash words and guess what? The situation actually suits her family pattern. But she had the heart telling people like as if it was meant to be generic. May God bless her rotten soul. She did okey-dokey but her younger siblings didn't. I guess that personal "achievement" made her head swelled so bad that she had to formulate such unrealistic remarks. Go work on your attitude first before telling others your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another post I read not long ago was about this dude. Well he kind of felt disappointed for his friend because his friend felt he was the disappointment? I mean.. where the hell is that going? Gosh, straight things up a little already. This dude exclaimed that he was being all dilatory and bum-ish in school because he was endeavoring some silly test to prove which friends are real and which aren't. Effing hell, man. How could you sabotage your friend for your selfish aim?! Get a decent life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were the friend, I wouldn't only be disappointed but I'd break all bonds with this POS (Piece of shit). Crack head loony. I would love to fail that crap test of his. Such an acquaintance is just not worth it. You troubled your friend alot and you dare now say he failed your test? You deserve a serious pounding, pal. Reminds me so much of yester-semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hope that none of you encounter friends such as the those in the 2 scenarios mentioned above. Though sometimes, like death, they're inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-104993202612733420?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/104993202612733420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=104993202612733420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/104993202612733420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/104993202612733420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/03/penny-for-my-thought.html' title='A Penny For My Thought.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1714964019791126477</id><published>2008-03-12T16:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:23:18.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Hillary Clinton to Win Presidency.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R9eTwxJ9TQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WQhynpL3ewA/s1600-h/11111516-11111519-slarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R9eTwxJ9TQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WQhynpL3ewA/s320/11111516-11111519-slarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176768762723781890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took a Clinton to clean up after the 1st Bush and it's gonna take another Clinton to clean up  after the 2nd Bush." - Hillary Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to win the American Presidency seat. Barack Obama should just lay back and fight for presidency again in the next 8 years. I don't care if Oprah is on his side. She's a black and so is Obama. Don't confuse America for Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May victory goes to the Clintons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I strongly reckon Selamat is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1714964019791126477?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1714964019791126477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1714964019791126477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1714964019791126477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1714964019791126477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/03/hillary-clinton-to-win-presidency.html' title='Hillary Clinton to Win Presidency.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R9eTwxJ9TQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WQhynpL3ewA/s72-c/11111516-11111519-slarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7537064015194709089</id><published>2008-03-05T09:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:34:52.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Melawan Kesepian (Chords)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SitiNurhaliza.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melawan kesepian is one of the songs extracted from Siti Nurhaliza's latest album (Daripada Hati - From the Heart). A divine song with the perfect songstress.. A mind-blowing deal.  In addition, she'll be performing in Singapore on the 21st this month at the Esplanade theaters. *Swooning* Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title: Melawan Kesepian (Against/Fighting off/Overcoming Lonesome)&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grab from narrowband.org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[G]-[F#m]-[Em]-[D]&lt;br /&gt;[G]-[F#m]-[Em]-[A]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;[D]Apapun yang [Bm]terjadi&lt;br /&gt;[G]Berjalanlah tanpa [A]henti&lt;br /&gt;[D]Air mata [Dsus2]tertahan&lt;br /&gt;[G]Waktu untuk [A]dijatuhkan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;[D]Nanti kita kan [Bm]tahu&lt;br /&gt;[G]Betapa bijaknya [A]hidup&lt;br /&gt;[D]Sepahit apapun [Dsus2]ini&lt;br /&gt;[G]Pelajaran yang [A]bererti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D]Semoga kepergian [Dsus2]mu&lt;br /&gt;[Bm]Tak akan [Bm]merubah apapun&lt;br /&gt;[G]Semoga mampu ku[F#m]lawan&lt;br /&gt;[Em]Kesepianku [A]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat Intro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[G]-[F#m]-[Em]-[A]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;[D]Nanti kita kan [Bm]tahu&lt;br /&gt;[G]Betapa bijaknya [A]hidup&lt;br /&gt;[Bm]Sepahit apapun [F#m]ini&lt;br /&gt;[G]Pelajaran yang [A]bererti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D]Semoga kepergian [Dsus2]mu&lt;br /&gt;[Bm]Tak akan [Bm]merubah apapun&lt;br /&gt;[G]Semoga mampu ku[F#m]lawan&lt;br /&gt;[Em]Kesepianku [C]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interlude:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[F]-[Fsus2]-[Dm]-[Dm/C]&lt;br /&gt;[Bb]-[Am]-[Gm]-[A]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D]Semoga kepergian [Dsus2]mu&lt;br /&gt;[Bm]Tak akan [Bm]merubah apapun&lt;br /&gt;[G]Semoga mampu ku[F#m]lawan&lt;br /&gt;[Em]Kesepianku [A]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;[D]Semoga kepergian [Dsus2]mu&lt;br /&gt;[Bm]Tak akan… [Bm]&lt;br /&gt;[G]Semoga mampu ku[F#m]lawan&lt;br /&gt;[Em]Kesepianku [A]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outtro:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D]Apapun yang [Bm]terjadi&lt;br /&gt;[G]Berjalanlah tanpa [C7]henti&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The common chords aside, here are the guitar tabs for the not-so-common ones:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; [Dsus2] - xx0230&lt;br /&gt;[Fsus2] - x33011&lt;br /&gt;[Dm/C] - x3023x&lt;br /&gt;[Bb] - x13331&lt;br /&gt;[C7] - x32310&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7537064015194709089?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7537064015194709089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7537064015194709089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7537064015194709089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7537064015194709089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/03/melawan-kesepian-chords.html' title='Melawan Kesepian (Chords)'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4132681561530392174</id><published>2008-02-28T07:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Officially a graduate.</title><content type='html'>Praises to God, most merciful most benevolence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally an SP graduate!! Hip hip hurray!! Hip hip hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my second distinction too. Now that's a pleasant surprise. Thanks Agnes. She once asked me why in the name of Merciful Lord did I choose Networking as my course study. She flattered me saying that I have so much potential in the arena of business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really reckon that it was because of my naivety and the scarce information I had on the courses offered made me chose all none-business courses during the JAE exercise. Another reason would be that I thought it would be great if I take up something technical rather than doing more math as I knew back then I was no math whiz. ( Though now I know Networking ain't majoring technically but infact theoretically.)  The thing is, I didn't know where my strength was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've made several errors in my life, I don't have the sense of regret or whatsoever in making those decisions. I know God wanted to lesson me in such a way that when I start looking back and realizing the mistakes that I have made, I learn along the way. If not for these 'errors', I wouldn't have met the great people of DCNT 05/06. We all know that endurance is painful but the reward for it is sweet. He has guided me well and I'm all thankful to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My polytechnic chapter has now come to an end and I'm looking forward on what life has in store for me ahead. When I was in my secondary school, my dream was to get amazing grades so I could get myself a place in the Polytechnic institution. Now that dream has been achieved. The hard work and effort contributed finally paid off but it ain't going to stop just there yet. I don't want to be all hopeful right now so I'll just have to wait and observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my result for the final semester :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li value="1"&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ethics &amp;amp; IT Law&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                B+   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer &amp;amp; Network     Security&lt;/span&gt;                                           B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communication Skills for     Work                          &lt;/span&gt;Distinction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li value="1"&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wireless Networking&lt;/span&gt;                                                       C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Network Management&lt;/span&gt;                                               B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration: none;" align="left"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Higher  Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;                                                       B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GPA: 3.34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadly Ramlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4132681561530392174?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4132681561530392174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4132681561530392174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4132681561530392174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4132681561530392174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/02/offically-graduate.html' title='Officially a graduate.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-2907774815822736316</id><published>2008-02-25T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>The so called "Final Chalet"</title><content type='html'>Well... one thing to say...it wasn't that bad as i was expecting. The thing was I had this bad pre-intuition abut the whole chalet thing. I was like.. this wont be good. This gonna suck.. and all other negativities anyone could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I still went down during the first day and the 2nd. Wee yeah.. ate the food and all. I guess the thing was that most of the mates were having the same thinking like i had. So that made my stay a lil worthwhile. We talked about the sensitive issues and stuff. We talked about our University applications. Talked about the ones we hate.. Talked about the ones who we thought were stupid.. and lots more. I strongly reckon that when guys start to get all gossip-ish, we'll do it better than the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it. Nothing much to say. If you're thinking what i've been up to lately.. well, I've been traveling through and fro the causeway. Whatever for? Assist my mom to fill up gas for the van. It's much cheaper there. Yeah just that. I've noticed that my posts have been sloppish lately. Like when i read it, I can somehow feel like as if i was forced to write those stuff. With no sincerity. I guess I'm not being open enough with my life or maybe just too tired. Anyways, who wants to know about my boring life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly to Jing. Thank you reminding me to send the relevant documents to NUS.  As for NTU, it's not applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for our success. Amien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadly Ramlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-2907774815822736316?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/2907774815822736316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=2907774815822736316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2907774815822736316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2907774815822736316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-called-final-chalet.html' title='The so called &quot;Final Chalet&quot;'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1104344367835615442</id><published>2008-02-13T20:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:15:12.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>A year older. Every year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday, Patricia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th February. I'll try to remember that. So the whole thing went like this. We kinda celebrated her birthday, singing. So Cash Studio was the location (as per usual) and we got ourselves a 10-hour, non-stop singing period. Woah. Patricia, well she had to leave early. But still she got herself like 6-hours? Still great. The best thing... Only 10 dollars each.  Patricia's  has been waived, mind you. We're not.. dollar suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was kind of disappointed on how this Cash Studios updates their song selections. Seriously, the reason why I've been choosing Cash Studios is because of the number of Malay songs they have. But right now, their quality is starting to deteriorate. Seems like they don't do updates no more. And the moment I find the one that does, sayaonara to you CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I guess the whole expedition was applaud-able. I think everyone enjoyed themselves. Jing baked the cake. Pretty present presented. All was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY to all Chinese-raced humanoids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Patbirthday.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/GroupPatBday.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1104344367835615442?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1104344367835615442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1104344367835615442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1104344367835615442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1104344367835615442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-older-every-year.html' title='A year older. Every year.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7078339568205778981</id><published>2008-02-02T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:16:16.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Everybody's Moving On.</title><content type='html'>Exams are over. I hate the papers. They were all stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's that. First and foremost, I want to congratulate all those who did well for their O's. Especially those from Arabiah Al-Islamiah. I heard you guys did exceptionally well. Good job. Whole-heartedly, I'm pretty exalted for my fellow juniors. Over the past 3 years in SP, whenever I see former M.A.I students (my juniors  especially), there's always this warm feeling afflicted to me. Though not many, but these few people really made me feel that M.A.I is reaching the cherry top of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these day, I've been listening to stuff that made me bent out of shape. Is it true from what I heard that M.A.I will be an academic institution in the later future? With no ukhrawi subjects injected? Not even Al-Quran recitation? Well, it kind of defeats the purpose of a Madrasah, ain't it? We have lots of such solely-academic schools in Singapore already. We don't need to increase the number counts on that. Well I just hope that this just adds on to the rumour lists about Madrasahs. Previously was about the closure of all 6 Madrasahs, now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the last exam paper was an indication that I've graduated from SP. Something that I've been longing since the past 3 years. Bittersweet memories collected. The joy the laughter we shared. The tears poured. It was all worth it. New friends made. Foes emerged along the way. Friends initially, enemies eventually. So many has happened over the past 3 years. It just made me realize that time is short. Live it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those whom I've hurt, my sincere apologies. To those who got me hurt, I forgive you. Holding on to  grudges is so not worth it right now. Let bygones be bygones, alright. What we should worry is the what the world has in store for us. Are we ready for the world? or should the question be: Is the world ready for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jamming21 05/06, get ready your life kit because it's about time we find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's kick some ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Jamming21.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7078339568205778981?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7078339568205778981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7078339568205778981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7078339568205778981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7078339568205778981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/02/everybodys-moving-on.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Moving On.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6724306736710913323</id><published>2008-01-16T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:46:23.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>"The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work."</title><content type='html'>Today's a great day. Well, yeah it was. I was able to get my network up and was also able to get it assessed!! So literally, I'm done with Network Security..except for the report. The best thing...Jack wasn't there which kind of made things all comfty for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, I gotta thank Jing for staying and witness me in action. Really appreciate your company. When you're there it made me feel a little relaxed somehow. It's like if I were to do it alone and all that, I would have freaked out. Somehow because we could joke with our stupidity during the intense phase, everything that was intense became less intense. Hope you know what I'm talking about as currently I'm doing this post at the Moberly so gotta type things out real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here with Fairus, intending to mug ourselves till dawn. Exams will commence next week. I'm so stressed out. I even shaved my head bald to prove it. Really need to release the enclosed stress atom in in me. Hey, infact we're actually thinking of going for some karaoke session tomorrow. Yeah. Looking forward to it. It also depends on our lethargic level. But I know we'll be strong because we ARE strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Fadly Ramlan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pics @ Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Plant.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Feet.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/IceKachang.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Fairus.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Mocha.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-6724306736710913323?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6724306736710913323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6724306736710913323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6724306736710913323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6724306736710913323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/01/artist-is-nothing-without-gift-but-gift.html' title='&quot;The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.&quot;'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7018109607273918030</id><published>2008-01-15T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Stupid You Stupid Me</title><content type='html'>Am not in a good dispositon right now. I abhor absentees!! I really do!! Earlier on I had to do my roleplay with Charn. He's another person who's with the Jack's vomit-blood attribute. How I wish my final year didn't have to be in such a mess with these imbecilic, underdeveloped, useless, gagged up loonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the roleplay he was trying to be Mr. dominator or whatsoever. Though that's not the real issue. The real issue was that he went out of straightness and destroyed the whole play which could easily be tackled if he's been present for the classes. Also I hate the poly for giving empty threats to these bunch of turkeys. These people are just parasites. Taking other people's work and claim that its theirs. Really, this is actually happening infront of my pair 2 eyes. Took mate's work, 'modify' it here and there and declare to the nation "I DID THIS, SOLELY!!". The poly shouldn't be afraid of barring or failing these students as these yo-yos won't be of any significance to the institution. And you don't need a rocket scientist to tell you that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Network Security. We had to present our network project to the lecturer. Things was going great at first until some of them acted Mr Know-it-All and screwed up the whole network connection. I was there like.. "what the f***ing hell happened?" All I got were buzzez and whispers of "I don't know. I don't know." Being with stupid people makes you feel just as stupid. At that point of time I really felt stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad this is the final study week. All praises to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7018109607273918030?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7018109607273918030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7018109607273918030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7018109607273918030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7018109607273918030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/01/stupid-you-stupid-me.html' title='Stupid You Stupid Me'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-283032178660936329</id><published>2008-01-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Nothing Much to Write Indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have nothing much to write on this post. Hmm.. Ok here's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP just held an open house event recently. I think it was on Thursday. Me and a few of us went down to check what's new and everything. Oh yeah, I was aiming for the free goodies and which eventually i got all of them. A sling bag. It's not really the type of sling bag you find at Bugis. The material is actually made of poly-something-something. To think again, I think it it looks like those bags where aunties use them to place their groceries. Urgh. Inside the bag were just brochures, newspapers, a torchlight, SP's own neWater etc. (All trash!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I got ice-creams (yep, you read that right. ice-creams with an 'S'). I guess I wasn't enjoying myself there due to the fact someone ruined my mood by showing his presence. Everything on that day about me was all fake. My smiles, my laughter- my everything. I'm just glad that God gave me the strength to bear with the whole issue or I would have died standing glaring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm still happy there's some fairness in this world. I totally adore Agnes. She's actually my lecturer for Communication Skills for Work. The fairest person I've ever met. If you're stupid, she'll tell you exactly what you are- a dork. Also why I like her is because she gave me a distinction for the test. How cool is that? And I'm the only one in class who she said got it. What a surreal blow. Wow. Plus, she hates Jack too. Haha. High 5, Agnes. (well, that made me smile for a second)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess right now I'm busy with doing reports. I have to complete 2 reports by Monday. I'm glad that I'm doing them all alone. Well Mr J did try asking but I simply told him off by saying that all is well and done. I don't want him to touch on anything. He doesn't know shit about the whole assignments and I should get him to do the reports? Am I mental? That's exactly like jeopardizing my projects, deliberately. I'm not being mean whatsoever. If he's interested with the projects he should come up to me earlier and not a few days before assessment day. I already got the experience where I allowed him to do the report and OMFG, he gave me something which I don't know if I should  call it a report. I was left speechless and foremost disappointed. Once bitten, twice shy. My actions were based on common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone comes up to me telling me to give him a chance, I'll slap his/her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for me saying "I have nothing much to write".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-283032178660936329?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/283032178660936329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=283032178660936329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/283032178660936329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/283032178660936329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-much-to-write-indeed.html' title='Nothing Much to Write Indeed.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1481015583387538393</id><published>2008-01-04T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>"He who breaks a resolution is a weakling"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first post for 2008 should be about my resolutions for this new year and not me being out of  control and snappy. Oh boy. Anyways, yep, I would like to write down about a few things that I remember that were interesting that happened to me on yesteryear 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I don't know. To me the biggest achievement I got in 2007 was that I got my driving license. That was the most surreal thing that happened to me. And I guess that's it. Nothing else special happened. Oh wait!! And I got myself a brand new handphone which I guess you already knew. What a fun and memorable 2007 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that 2008 will be much much more interesting. Like me getting a Motorcycle license maybe? or a 4.0 semestral GPA perhaps. I think I should list them down rather than clustering them in one sentence. So yep, my resolutions for 2008 are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A better semestral GPA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To earn lots of money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat less. (save money at the same time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose Weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Cap(s).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New footwears. (Sandals, slippers, snickers etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New pair of contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi's Jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start reading books again. (Yay, To the Library!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start doing my ibadah. It's been quite some time already. Forgive me, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Finally, I just wish to have a well and balanched life this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1481015583387538393?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1481015583387538393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1481015583387538393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1481015583387538393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1481015583387538393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-who-breaks-resolution-is-weakling.html' title='&quot;He who breaks a resolution is a weakling&quot;'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8649950140801502821</id><published>2008-01-03T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>"Banish The Poison in Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so hating a lot of people right now. I mean, I gotta have reasons for all this hatred, right? I've been doing some soul searching and reasonings these past few days. It's like I want to get to the root of it because this hatred is becoming like a poison to me. It deteriorates my health pretty badly and my mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be open on my issues with the Jack. When I first met him during our freshmen days I thought he was responsible and mature but over time he proved himself to be the most irresponsible cum unreliable person I've ever met and he's the only person who'd given me the most let downs since I could ever remember.  My God, I've been trying so hard to be acceptive on this one chap but right now I'm telling myself enough is enough. I don't even want to care about this slop's anything, anymore. If he wants to  come to school that's bloody up to  him. If he wants to go on holidays, well, just bloody go and don't tell me because I don't want to know. If he wants to die, be my guest. It's so heart aching with this slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, the truth is I'm at my brittle point right now. I don't feel like coming to school anymore. I don't think I can finish my group projects on time especially those that I have to team up with Jack. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of him telling me to give him chances. I'm tired of acting all strong on the surface. I'm at the brink of giving up already. Everytime i think about the projects, I tell myself to just give up. You know I'm not that sort of person who'd just surrender. I know I'm not that kind of person too. But the surrounding is taking over me and over-shadowing me and I'm beat off fighting with it.  I'm praying for you to give me the strength and power of endurance towards these hurdles. I'm begging you. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8649950140801502821?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8649950140801502821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8649950140801502821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8649950140801502821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8649950140801502821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2008/01/banish-poison-in-me.html' title='&quot;Banish The Poison in Me&quot;'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-2394011631731868093</id><published>2007-12-23T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:44:55.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Ass Got Iced!! A Trip to Snow City,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My family and I went down to the Snow City on Sunday with hope of cheering my little brother up because it's school holidays for him. We couldn't go for an overseas holiday because I still got  school and my sis got work. So Snow City was decided as our holiday destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda had a lot of fun there. Although, good thing we chose the 1 hour option rather than the 2 hours of play time. Sliding down the slope was crazy fun during the initial phase. Eventually, everything started to turn stale because sliding was the only thing we could there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there, no photo-taking was allowed. So I couldn't take many photos there. Below are just something that were taken secretly and also bought substantially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objective there was for my little brother to have some fun and which he claimed he did. So good job Mom and Dad. Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5467354d7a6b7a4d413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play Ass+Got+Iced!!" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5467354d7a6b7a4d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" height="303" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://postcards.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" height="46" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://postcards.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Make a postcard - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Eid, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-2394011631731868093?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/2394011631731868093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=2394011631731868093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2394011631731868093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2394011631731868093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/ass-got-iced_23.html' title='Ass Got Iced!! A Trip to Snow City,'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5231464953736223037</id><published>2007-12-20T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Disappointment after Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disappointing morning I had today. Mr J didn't turn up to school- again. What's so frustrating about it is due to the damn fact that he's my solely group member. We talked about this before. In fact, a lot of people (classmates) had talked to him about this before. About him being a frequent absentee and some even gave advices in hoping that he would change that laziness character of the inner him. Hardly any improvements to be noticed up till the very today. Just excuses which are really starting to make me feel green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while I've been easy-going enough towards that fella (so I think) . It's just that right now I feel that the situation is rather critical alias crucial and he should step up already. We got projects and everything and I really need a partner right now to assist me a bit. Well ofcourse, some people think that it's an easy task as all I have to do is to query Richard on everything. Not everything, dummy! I dare you to do it all by yourself. Juggling projects at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ask for is for him to turn up for the critical period. Is that really too much to ask for? The whole class now are thinking that he's just beneath them. Just don't make me think that way too. There are always limits to everything.  Plus, my patience is wearing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now the final semester. He keeps saying that he'll change. Time is running out already. I'm really tired of waiting and it feels like all the hoping and waiting for a change in him is as literally waiting for rain in a drought- it's just useless and foremost disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One regret for me now is that I should have appealed for a class transfer earlier this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I'm really disappointed. Very much am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Us All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5231464953736223037?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5231464953736223037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5231464953736223037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5231464953736223037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5231464953736223037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/dissappointment-after-dissappointment.html' title='Disappointment after Disappointment'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-469307407624964411</id><published>2007-12-19T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:13:40.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Mega Minus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went down to Mega Entertainment @ Kallang. It was Jing's idea and the rest of us were sheeps.  On the train towards there, we saw this ad on Mega Entertainment saying that it has all the Es- Exciting  Entertaining  blah blah. So I thought it was a calling that we should go there. The weather was horrifying by the way. We alighted at the designated station and it was raining heavily. We ran towards the bus-stop and I got myself really soaked. Argh. But good thing I was wearing a cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we finally reached that mall and oh my goodness it was a flop. 60% of the shops were closed. Even KFC was not ready.  Everything was not right.  A real mess. We still explored the place like a bunch of yo-yos. I have nothing good to say about that wreck. I told to myself that I won't go to that place until next year. And that's for real. Well, I had my dinner there. Ate Nasi Briyani. The chicken tasted terrible. The curry was too thick and it looked pale too. Yucks. That mall really flunks in every aspects of what makes a mall. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we're about to leave that shipwreck, I saw Essai Lahsen. Yes, Ustaz Hassan from Arabiah with his wife and 2 kids. I approached him and he then went all arabic on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaifa Haluka?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bil khair wal hamdulillah, ya Ustaz" replied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laila, his wife, then prompted, "Wa kaifa hal ukhtuka, ya Fadly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bil Kair kazhalik. Syukran Jazeeran." was my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the longest time since I last spoke arabic to anyone. I felt great over that short moment. Now when I'm thinking, I realize how much arabic in me has evaporate. It's sad as I don't want that to happen at all. But it has been done. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/MegaEntertainment.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D. Cheers Guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-469307407624964411?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/469307407624964411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=469307407624964411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/469307407624964411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/469307407624964411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/mega-is-minus.html' title='Mega Minus.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-988736382445808676</id><published>2007-12-18T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:12:29.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Party '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Christmas party venue-ed at Jeff's turned out to be fun but not during the initial period. The fun started later on when I got sick of listening to my class's screams and yells. So I decided to witness myself first-hand on what made them go all hysterical. They were playing Fatal Frame III. I don't want to go into the details but just a little fragment it's just a video game about ghosts. It was scary and all but I still don't see why my class had to yell like some freaking banshee. Especially one guy whom I just couldn't tolerate staring at, let alone listen. Puke!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the food was great. We pigged on pizzas again!! Canadian Pizza and Ritez Pizza. They both tasted great. I love pizzas!! (I got pictures of the Pizzas!!) Jeff's mom made Koniyaku jellies for us too. Sweet. Thanks, Mrs Yeo. They were delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the  last hour, the Exchange gifts ceremony began. I got number 2 and it got me a Winnie the Pooh's mug. It's was from ZX. I know because he told me soon after I got it. Yio Kiang got my snoopy hand-phone holder. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's was the funniest. he got number17 and present17 looked like an expensive present. Jeff began to tear the wrap but there's another wrap beneath. He tore the 2nd layer and there's a 3rd and then the 4th and the 5th and so on and so forth. The whole group was cackling like psychotics because the unwrapping-s seemed to be never ending. Even Jeff gave up and the others took over. I was laughing my ass off and rolling over the floor. My, I felt like my gut could burst. Eventually we got to know what was under the massive wrap. It was some blank CDs from Jack. (Really expensive huh? Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, soon after all that we discussed some in-house issues before we end the function. It was great - in my overall perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/PizzaExtravaganza.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-988736382445808676?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/988736382445808676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=988736382445808676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/988736382445808676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/988736382445808676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='Party &apos;07'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7115282179035613814</id><published>2007-12-15T09:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:10:35.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>In search of the perfect Gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll be having a Christmas party at Jefferson's place this Saturday( ok today. Later at 5pm). I know it's a bit too early for Christmas but that's the only slot we got as a whole class. There'll be gift exchange ceremony and each of us is expected to bring a gift for the exchange. So yeah, the whole thing happened to be in short notice and on Friday, (the day before the party), most of us still didn't have anything for a gift. So some of us decided to go down to Bugis in search for the perfect gift! And the "some of us" were Me, Say Hian, Jing and Patricia. It was a surprise for me that Say Hian wanted to come along as he usually doesn't because he thinks we're lamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, Bugis is a shopping haven, there were just too many things there. Photo frames, mugs, toys, plushes, replicas, stationaries etc.. We didn't know what to choose. Well, atleast that's how I felt. With a budget of only 5 dollars, the situation got more tough. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to cut to the chase I finally found 'thee gift'. It's a snoopy handphone holder. The price's reasonable and also within my 5 dollars budget. Another reason for choosing that item was because everyone has a handphone. "Hooray", I exclaimed to myself. Then soon after, Patricia had to leave us due to relationship commitment and then there's Febrina, Jing's cousin, who came into the group and took over Patricia's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the rest of us agreed that we were hungry and decided to grab our dinner at the food court. My goodness, the ambiance of the food court was simply over the top. The atmosphere was just so majestic. Only problem was that the place was too crowded but we got ourselves a seat each eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled myself up with "Nasi Ayam Penyet" or Smashed Chicken Rice before finalizing my dinner with "Ice Kachang". Unexpectedly, Jing and Febrina profusely insisted for all 4 of us to go for a neoprint session. Aargh, I hated it but it was fun.  Whatever it is, we all had a great time that evening. Even Say Hian agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/BugisTripCollage.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7115282179035613814?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7115282179035613814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7115282179035613814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7115282179035613814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7115282179035613814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-search-of-perfect-gift.html' title='In search of the perfect Gift.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5779339514305712037</id><published>2007-12-13T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:18:17.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>The Kid in Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, I hopped down to Toys'R'Us TM yesterday with ET and SayHian. I don't know about them but when I was there I just felt so ecstatic seeing billions and zillions of toys there. It made me feel like a kid again. I mean, to see toys that were of my era (Power Rangers, Sesame Street, Barney etc) it just made me went "OMG!! I loved them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me realized how much I've forgotten about these characters. Characters that used to cheer me up during my younger days. Characters that could even make do the craziest things. I remember one time where I was too engrossed with Barney that I  made several 1900 calls just to take part in the Barney quiz screened on TV. My father got the worst shock of his life ever when he got the phone bills. Haha. And I got punished after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So much for the old days, huh? Anyways, below is something I've made from the trip to Toys'R'Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/ToysRusCollage.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5779339514305712037?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5779339514305712037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5779339514305712037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5779339514305712037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5779339514305712037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/kid-in-me.html' title='The Kid in Me.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5836127963690425738</id><published>2007-12-11T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:19:16.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>And the Third.</title><content type='html'>As per title, the third installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Collage2.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5836127963690425738?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5836127963690425738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5836127963690425738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5836127963690425738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5836127963690425738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-third.html' title='And the Third.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5687656574230088814</id><published>2007-12-10T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:20:05.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>More and More.</title><content type='html'>As mentioned earlier, the next picture installment is ready. It's a collage of Christmas trees and ornaments which I saw whilst strolling down the Central and Raffles Place during the Saturday expedition. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/ChristmasS.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5687656574230088814?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5687656574230088814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5687656574230088814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-mentioned-earlier-next-installment.html' title='More and More.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5631274345207544929</id><published>2007-12-09T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:20:56.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Chit Chat as My Kit Kat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Headed down to Tiong Bahru to meet Patricia and Jing. On the train to TB, collided with Asiah, an ex-classmate of mine. She was on her way to Yio Chu Kang for her FTT. We had a good time chatting on the train but had to separate at City Hall station because you know why (if you're a Singaporean)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, met with the 2 and talked about some Christmas party stuff and halfway through Pat had to leave due to her work commitment. Jing's ex-colleague, Serene, came into the picture after that. We chatted and chatted like chatterboxes until evening. We chatted about education, passion and whatever topics we had in mind at that particular point of time. (I really became thirsty after that, you know!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we kind of went our own ways. She had to leave but Jing and me felt that we still had a lot of time before we could call it a day. We went down to the Central then walked down to Raffles Place then the Esplanade and then finally home. Throughout the expedition, I took tons of pictures with my phone as there were loads to be captured. Christmas trees, decorations, artworks - just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be updated in installments. The first one is coming right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Collage1.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for working things out for Pat and Jack. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5631274345207544929?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5631274345207544929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5631274345207544929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5631274345207544929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5631274345207544929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/chit-chat-as-my-kit-kat.html' title='Chit Chat as My Kit Kat.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-8765996186886079668</id><published>2007-12-08T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:21:45.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>My life My Guitar.</title><content type='html'>My guitar. I will write more about it. Since when my passion for guitar-ing started to bloom and when that started to deteriorate. So stay tuned..&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It all started when I was in year 1. We had this chalet and Patricia brought her guitar. She didn't actually bring the guitar in the first place. Maybe the atmosphere started to stale and they decided to bring the guitar. So whatever it is, the guitar finally came into the picture. (what a messy introduction!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jack started to play the guitar. Listening to him playing and plucking the strings just made me almost swooning. It was melodious. It was full of life. It all started there for me. I told myself that I want to learn to play the guitar and I want to play it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also add in that Patricia is also another talented being. She's the first female guitarist that I know in person. She plays the guitar well plus she can sing. So that night, by just witnessing Jack and Patricia performed I decided that I will start rocking my life with a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step for me was to get myself with a guitar which i eventually did. It cost me $49. Possessing a guitar was one thing and learning how to play it was another. The internet then became my teacher. I studied from video tutorials, forums, blogs etc. The first song I played was "Wake me up when September ends" by Green day. It was really hard during the initial phase. I was at the verge of giving up too because it was not only difficult but it was tormenting as well. Mr poor fingers started to swell. They became purplish and hard but then I was told it's just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to give up, I joined SP guitarists club. I had to be interviewed and assessed first before I was told that I made the cut.  There I was chosen to be in group "Guitar 3". Guitar 1 basically plays  the melody, Guitar 2 the bass and Guitar 3 the chords. It was so much fun then as I met with some good guitar players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I loved Wednesdays and Fridays as both were the days that I could carry down my guitar to school and strum it as well. I learned to play a couple of classical musics. "Sound of Silence", "Quein Sera", "Silver bells", "Singing in the Rain" and the list goes on. At my second year, I was chosen to be part of their committee with the designation of Public Relation (PR). Don't ask me what does a PR do because I had to neglect my club due to my internship and thus I could not fulfill the proposal. I felt that fate was cruel to me because I fancied that club a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 6 months of internship, I didn't touch my guitar at all. It was a mixed feeling of upset and tired. I kind of hated looking at my guitar. So I placed it underneath my bed in hoping I wouldn't have to see it again. That was when my guitar-ing passion started to deteriorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Guitar.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-8765996186886079668?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/8765996186886079668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=8765996186886079668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8765996186886079668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/8765996186886079668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-life-my-guitar.html' title='My life My Guitar.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7842355548089323015</id><published>2007-12-05T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:08:32.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Black and White.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure if what I'm doing is legal. I took a few snapshots of my surrounding (with my camera-phone, ofcourse) edit them a little bit (Okay..maybe a lot) and upload them here. I hope this action doesn't fall under  the Common Legislatures- Computer Misuse Act, Section Blah Blah.. (I know law?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love black and white pictures. They're more vibrant and they kind of give a deeper impact to the person who gazes them rather than colored photos . Its like they have a better story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let you guys see the photos and maybe you'll understand the piece I've just mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/SleepBW.jpg" align="middle" height="589" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/publicBW.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/JingPat.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/Fairy.jpg" align="middle" height="419" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't me pretty? (Don't answer that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7842355548089323015?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7842355548089323015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7842355548089323015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7842355548089323015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7842355548089323015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4081983524907741142</id><published>2007-12-02T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:40:36.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>An Early Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sony Ericsson W660i (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Edition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1IQdPqgMmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g_Sfo2JInR4/s1600-R/sony_w660i_red+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1IQdPqgMmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Vg216uuVr0M/s320/sony_w660i_red+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139188219390210658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From my previous post, I mentioned that this year's Christmas I will get a new handphone for myself. And I practically did!! Sony Ericsson W660i. That's the model identity of the phone. Plus, I simply like the colour&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;. Initially, I wanted the one in black but it went out of stock last night. So what? Personally, I feel that this one is still cool and awesome. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; phone. It has been a very very long time since I acquire a handphone. Like since 7 years ago? Whatever it is, it was a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really hope the phone can do is that it can take great pictures because taking great pictures is one of the essential factor that made me decide on getting a camera-handphone. Yep, I will explore the functions and quality of the phone and hopefully update some amazing pictures next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HoHoHo. Happy Merry Christmas, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4081983524907741142?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4081983524907741142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4081983524907741142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4081983524907741142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4081983524907741142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/early-christmas.html' title='An Early Christmas.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1IQdPqgMmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Vg216uuVr0M/s72-c/sony_w660i_red+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-1906612838868002762</id><published>2007-12-01T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:47:06.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>The Season to be Jolly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was given the chance to drive my family's mini van yesterday. It felt weird because the seat was rather too high and the vehicle herself was just too long. And this somehow corrupted my judgment on the road. Unlike when in cars where I believe I would have better road judgments when I'm driving them, mini vans are simply not for me - yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is just around the corner and for me Christmas is all about getting presents. Haha. But sadly no one gives me anything on Christmas. So what I usually do is that I will indulge myself and pamper myself with things that I want. And this year, I've decided to get myself a brand new handphone. Not expensive one nor will it be the lousy one as well. The price has to be within my means and the specs have to be within my likings. So yeah, a brand new handphone for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The release of the the Lab Tests results has arrived.  If you think I did well, you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not totally&lt;/span&gt; right. Wireless Networking result was the most disappointing. The rest were just alright. See below to understand more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Module Name and Marks Obtained.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wireless Networking     70%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Network Management  91%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Network Security           95%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's just for the lab tests. MST result is the worst. I won't disclose it just yet as 1 more module's result is yet to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop here right now because I do not have the mood to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-1906612838868002762?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/1906612838868002762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=1906612838868002762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1906612838868002762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/1906612838868002762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/12/season-to-be-jolly.html' title='The Season to be Jolly?'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3710018089941709207</id><published>2007-11-26T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:33:57.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>PhotoShopping. Photo-Editing.</title><content type='html'>Currently, I'm into the mood of photo-editing. Looking at other bloggers posting their 'edits' just made me want to do the same thing. Due to my hectic schedule, I only managed to edit 3 pics- (Now More). Really amateur-ish. My first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*(Photos have been re-organized based on effects' types)&lt;br /&gt;*(Craps have been deleted. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R018S3ZQWqI/AAAAAAAAABM/n7uTRyZQqYY/s1600-h/ZX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R018S3ZQWqI/AAAAAAAAABM/n7uTRyZQqYY/s320/ZX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137899413448972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1ENafqgMjI/AAAAAAAAACc/TtS_wdgJ150/s1600-R/Cui+Ling+Run2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1ENafqgMjI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZD69lkHz9I0/s320/Cui+Ling+Run2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138903398633976370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1DkhvqgMgI/AAAAAAAAACE/LUfTBc_0F4s/s1600-R/Patricia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1DkhvqgMgI/AAAAAAAAACE/MzV0cCLbLl4/s320/Patricia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138858443211289090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1EgAPqgMlI/AAAAAAAAACs/xKY-SCXZNeE/s1600-R/Beautiful+SmilesBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1EgAPqgMlI/AAAAAAAAACs/cAS0zdY-EU4/s320/Beautiful+SmilesBW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138923838383338066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1DlRPqgMhI/AAAAAAAAACM/h0Rlo9KFefc/s1600-R/2Turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1DlRPqgMhI/AAAAAAAAACM/Cbt1V-FthJA/s320/2Turtles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138859259255075346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1DlRvqgMiI/AAAAAAAAACU/joQk5NCJCL8/s1600-R/Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1DlRvqgMiI/AAAAAAAAACU/rAZykFKdg2s/s320/Yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138859267845009954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1EbrvqgMkI/AAAAAAAAACk/HnWveiLUtdQ/s1600-R/Strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R1EbrvqgMkI/AAAAAAAAACk/bySol81Tr5A/s320/Strawberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138919088149508674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShoutOut: Credits to  Z.X for the software and the unedited pics. (Thanks, man)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3710018089941709207?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3710018089941709207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3710018089941709207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3710018089941709207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3710018089941709207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/11/photoshopping-photo-editing.html' title='PhotoShopping. Photo-Editing.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/R018S3ZQWqI/AAAAAAAAABM/n7uTRyZQqYY/s72-c/ZX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6683608667904662295</id><published>2007-11-24T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>(Special Post) I Can Singlish Too!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every Singaporean should know what Singlish is. I'm a Singaporean so I pretty well know how to use Singlish myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also an online Singlish-English dictionary. Go check it out at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.talkingcock.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is in Singlish so have fun reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MST (Mid-Semester Test) just finish. It is finally over oredi la- Since Friday to be accurate. Wah.. the paper was so tough sia. I think I cannot score that well. I not the li hai kind of student ma... This question dunno that question dunno. Aiyah..like almost all I dunno le. Anything la.. can pass can oredi ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I came down to school to play BB. Hahaha.. but then So sad because Alex leg kana strained- not my fault hor... Then we no choice have to end it early because don't want Alex to sit there alone ma.. but not that early la...like at 1pm then we go off. Then we makan at FC3. Sit down and then chit chat like nobody's business. Wah.. so fun sia when we just sit down and relax and also talk about life. Not like normal days...study like mad... then so bohren.. you see lecturer.. lecture see you. Can die of boredom sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no more MST.. shiok. Can do whatever I want oredi. Can go jalan jalan with my kakis. Catch movies.. Ah.. my point is that I no need to think about study la.. Maybe I can ask my kakis to go Karoke. Liddat more shiok. Sing sing happy happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla..I think liddat can oredi.. Dunno wanna tok about what some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop here. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-6683608667904662295?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6683608667904662295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6683608667904662295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6683608667904662295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6683608667904662295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-can-singlish-too.html' title='(Special Post) I Can Singlish Too!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13473699836939921119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xwsDf7Zq9bQ/SUxZBRSS3iI/AAAAAAAAASs/4Vo90i-zg_c/S220/18108760164336l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5336426241876915124</id><published>2007-11-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>All Praise To God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just an update for the earlier penning. I PASSED my driving test!! Thank you lord so much!! I've been thanking Him so much since after the release of my result but still all that didn't seem enough to me. You don't know how ecstatic I am right now. To own a driving license has been 1 of my goal in life and finally I achieved it. I am extremely relieved because you know how much the lessons can cost you. Thank you. Thank you. God is great. All praise to Him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I decided not go down to school today because of the impossible timing. So yeah, Patricia was informed and I went back home straight- with feelings of joyous and jubilance of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end today's post, more praises to God. God is Great!! God is Great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5336426241876915124?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5336426241876915124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5336426241876915124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5336426241876915124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5336426241876915124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-praise-to-god.html' title='All Praise To God.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5361384053699339570</id><published>2007-11-22T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>1 More 2 Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wireless Networking. That's the only module left for the MST (Mid-Semester Test). I just can't wait for it to be over- tomorrow. The other modules had been crazy. Honestly, I just find the papers were not easy. Maybe because I didn't study as much as I thought I did. After this is over, I will just empty my mind from all this like clicking the 'delete' button and then clear the 'recycle bin'. I don't want all these informations to  get inclined in my brain. I couldn't sleep well because of the MST. I couldn't eat well because of the MST. I couldn't think well because of the MST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing here is that the MST is only the beginning. The ST (Semester Test) is the one that I will have to be wary of. The result of the ST will be the deciding factor if I will move on to the next level or shattered like a broken glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something that I want to report down here too. Later this afternoon, I'll be having my driving test (*sweat* Yes another test!!). I'm not sure if I'm ready but I swear to God that I will try my very best for this test. But then, there's one problem. My instructor did not pick up his HP when I tried calling him. Again and again I've tried but still of to no avail. What is up with that old man? I just hope he doesn't stood me up later at the Driving Centre because if he does, I will puncture his tyres- all four of them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my test, I'm not too sure if I will drop down to school to meet up with my mates as I've mentioned that tomorrow is Wireless Networking test day. Should I go study in school or should I go back home to study? God will help me to decide later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of God, I would like to post down a little prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, Most Gracious Most Merciful, I seek your help and guidance to make things right for me. Shower me the strength to endure the pains, the torments and the obstacles that are circling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the faith and your love so that I can serve you boundlessly. Grant me the ability to better myself in whatever I do so I can be successful in every aspect of my little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Loving and Most Kind, Almighty God, fulfill my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-5361384053699339570?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5361384053699339570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5361384053699339570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5361384053699339570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5361384053699339570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-more-2-go.html' title='1 More 2 Go.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4789715104180233288</id><published>2007-11-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Lab Tests and MST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's gonna be hell this week and also for the following week. Lab tests and MST are drawing near. But I tell you, ever since the end of my internship of 6 months, my studying skills have dropped extensively. Concentration level in class has deteriorated till the bottom-most already. The brain cells have be drained till there are not much left for the final year tests. Am I exaggerating too much?? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is even though the tests are just around the corner, I don't seem to be bothered that much. I still slack like it's a typical normal day, everyday. And that's scary because if I don't study, I won't do well for my tests. And if I don't do well for my tests, I won't get good grades. And if I don't get good grades, I can't enter University. And if I don't enter University then I'm doomed. I don't want my future to be doomed just because of my pathetic actions right now. I have to buck up. I got to knock myself hard on the wall and start revising the notes and guides.. and not slack. Yup, this is what I will do. Starting from the minute I end today's blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will be my strength. God will give me the strength. Burn midnight oil if I must. Be thick-skinned to ask questions if I have to. All for the sake of a brighter future. Strive now and relax later. So I got to go already and fulfill what I have just mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4789715104180233288?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4789715104180233288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4789715104180233288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4789715104180233288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4789715104180233288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/11/lab-tests-and-mst.html' title='Lab Tests and MST.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3890106287634640803</id><published>2007-11-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:41:28.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Thanks for the Lessons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eliot from the CTi band actually added me in MSN. How cool is that? Pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;www.xanga.com/Selaheto. That's his address blog. I was reading his latest post concerning his "expedition" in Singapore when I saw Jack's name in it. Sweet!! Plus he also wrote something about what I said to him during that garage's night. Never thought it would mean anything but nonetheless I felt that my mates were impactive that night. With tremendous positive energy, we cheered for them and tried to be supportive as much as we could. It was exhaustive but we all had an awesome good time I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The last time that I had a great time of something like that was 6 years back. When I had an excursion to Cheung Cheng High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; School. That experience was when I slightly closed my stereotype-ness  towards the Chinese race. I'm not going to the details but it actually started there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was born a Singaporean. Nurtured and brought up in Singapore. But I was schooled in a private institution and did not mingle with anyone of the other races because there weren't any. There, we considered all other races as biased and 'dirty'. Shame on me as I now realized those negative captions that I used to label them were all of myself. I was the biased one; I was the 'dirty' one. God, forgive your sinful servant on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;God doesn't create the Malays to be the superior race. Nor does He creates other races to be the inferior ones. He makes everyone, every single one of us, equal. He doesn't favour you because you're a Malay, a Chinese, an Indian or even a Caucasian for the matter of fact. It's what you do and how sincere you are in serving Him as His servants that outshine you from the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Cheung Cheng High trip was just the beginning. God began to lesson me by making me learn the hard way. I got myself a place in Singapore Polytechnic and was very ecstatic about it but then on my first day of school, I realised that I was the only Malay student in class. From an all-Malay institution to an all-Chinese class. "What irony!" I told myself. So initially I was not happy with everything. I hated when everyone was speaking in Mandarin because I don't speak Mandarin. So I spoke to someone close and just poured out everything about my dislikes. One thing she told me and I find it as an amazing tool to just strive was "To give myself atleast 1 month to adapt to them. And after one month of trying and things do not work out, walk away and leave." After a few struggles and strong endurance, gradually everything just fell into place. Everything all became acceptable and Poly now has become a fun place..despite the long journey from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But that was not enough for Him. During my internship, I was assigned to a semi-government company and all of my colleagues were Chinese - No Malays, again. So I guess God wanted me to have a retest. Initially, I find it hard to start with anything. It's like back to scratch. I did not want to try so hard to impress making me not being my true self in the process. In the end, all I had to do was to be myself but with more confidence and I think I did pretty well there although the workload was extremely wicked for an intern student. The only thing I was not happy about was the workload. That made me felt frustrated then. Now no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Like what I've said on my earlier post, God's the brilliant plotter. Whatever He does, He does it with a reason. If we're lucky, we'll find that reason but even if we're not we have to believe that He never abandons his servants and will always be there watching over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3890106287634640803?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3890106287634640803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3890106287634640803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3890106287634640803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3890106287634640803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-frustrated.html' title='Thanks for the Lessons.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3601458855374281229</id><published>2007-11-02T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:34:40.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Time to Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was reading my previous posts and realized that most of the recent ones are related to my poly mates. About why I  like them, why I abhor them and what's been going on for them. Even the outing stuff, it's always with them. I think I'm too attached with them already and come one,I still dared to complain? Holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, so I was thinking, despite all the minuses that were written regarding them, why do I still bother? Because I still need them. The people that whom I think are under my dislike list are those who have been assisting me a whole lot. Especially with school work. And this is how I repay their effort?? I can't believe myself. Now after the self reflection, I'm beginning to hate myself. Yeah the back-talking was fun then but now I feel like I'm a jerk; I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So what if they've been annoying me? So what if they're weird? They deserve to do whatever they want. I'm feeling just bad for not backing up for what they are and what they want. Seriously, without their assistance I don't think I can get myself the good grades that I've achieved. I started off with a poor GPA- only 2.9- but now I'm a 3 pointer. I know my effort played a role too but nonetheless it has been my class who has been my references, my tutor as well as motivator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God, You're the super brilliant planner for all this. I'm just thankful that You've made me realize something important today. Right now, bless me and give me the strength so I can better myself and be more appreciative with what I have. Once again, thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyqGW6CjSwI/AAAAAAAAABI/RCOw4RcPlrE/s1600-h/177224074l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyqGW6CjSwI/AAAAAAAAABI/RCOw4RcPlrE/s320/177224074l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128058853809933058" 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/19949607-3601458855374281229?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3601458855374281229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3601458855374281229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3601458855374281229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3601458855374281229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-to-change.html' title='Time to Change.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyqGW6CjSwI/AAAAAAAAABI/RCOw4RcPlrE/s72-c/177224074l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-7446565435590414944</id><published>2007-11-01T06:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:35:13.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Secrets Should Just Be Secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Francis has been a little off himself lately. Or maybe not. I don't really know him that well. There was one time I was telling a bunch of mates (Yup, Francis was part of that bunch) about what I think about Edric. Also after that, I told them not to be influenced by my words as those were only my point of views towards him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So then I thought that things would be normalize itself afterwards but hell no. Francis is now trying to be the Hero like as if he can make things right. This actions of his reminded me of yesteryear when the class had some insecurities with WH and XX. He was doing the exact same thing which was to act like a damn shrink. Like as if he understood the situation more than anyone else. Telling us his analysis- for example: He told us he knows why WH, XX or even Edric was acting peculiar. Like totally a big eff because everybody else already knew the reasons (because it's common sense) and we didn't need a clown to tell us that again. If he really wants to be superman, try saving his ass first by shutting up his mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;God, I seem to be in much angst recently. Troubled with school; troubled with relationships. You really got to make me understand the reason why negative things have been happening so frequently over the past weeks. I totally understand that you can't make things all so good like rainbows and butterflies but You should atleast try to make me understand the whole situation so I can accept everything with an opened-big heart and not shriek about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RylCQqCjSvI/AAAAAAAAABA/MUZuXB-Wlwg/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RylCQqCjSvI/AAAAAAAAABA/MUZuXB-Wlwg/s320/DSC00240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127702504668351218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;New but Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-7446565435590414944?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/7446565435590414944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=7446565435590414944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7446565435590414944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/7446565435590414944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/10/national-service-am-i-liable-for-it.html' title='Secrets Should Just Be Secrets.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RylCQqCjSvI/AAAAAAAAABA/MUZuXB-Wlwg/s72-c/DSC00240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4007756752213260848</id><published>2007-10-31T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:29:16.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Farewell Guys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Recently, I blogged about a band from U.S, The Carpenter's Tools International, that came down to Singapore for their evangelical cause . And today at 7am, they're heading back home,the States, to their families and friends. I was there with a few of my poly mates to send them off only to the departure hall. I saw Shawn who was standing among the group and the great thing was he recognised me from afar although we only met for less than 5 times and so did Brad and Renee. However so, I was not that ecstatic in meeting them as I used to- It's a goodbye thing and I suck at goodbye gatherings. So basically I was not as chatty as I was during their other local events. My brain just went stale mode and I couldn't think on what to say. Screw goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nonetheless, I pray for their good health and also for them to return back safely to their families and friends who I am sure are anxiously waiting for them and praying for them as well. It was awesome for them to come to Singapore and it was much more awesome that God arranged for us to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope to meet you guys again in the near future-if God's willing ofcourse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/Ryfj9KCjSrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3v2bD4sBHSk/s1600-h/P1013575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/Ryfj9KCjSrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3v2bD4sBHSk/s320/P1013575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127317340591180466" 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/19949607-4007756752213260848?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4007756752213260848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4007756752213260848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4007756752213260848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4007756752213260848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/10/farewell-guys.html' title='Farewell Guys.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/Ryfj9KCjSrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3v2bD4sBHSk/s72-c/P1013575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-6542539218614137816</id><published>2007-10-30T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:30:59.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>The Purpose of Me Blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I was chit chating with Jing in MSN late last night. We were inter-disclosing our blog addresses and soon after I was able to view her blog page. Then we started commenting on one another's post- not the bad ones but constructive ones. FYI, I will do neither leak out her blog contents nor expose the address as she had made me do an oath. But one thing about her blog that I think it's fine to share is that her blog generally consists of her journey on a daily basis; which also is something different from my scribbles. Why? because I do not have great stories to ink on this blog on a daily basis- Yup, my life is rather bromidic, bummer, boring etc except for certain times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So when do I usually blog? What do I blog? Honestly, there's no specific time for me to blog, it's just that when great or even peculiar things happen in my life, plus when I feel like thrashing out the inexplicable emotion I have inside me, that's when I feel I should just blog them. For example like from those of my previous posts, I typed out on my first driving experience, the lecturer I hate, my favourite guitar chord, barbecue in the rain- just to point a few. Also, my blog is also where I home most of my prayers. The superb thing comes after a while when I visit my blog again and read the posts inked by the past me. Reading about my past woes and achievements they innocently make me laugh, smile and sometimes they even make me cry for whatever reason I don't know. Surreal stuff ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's it for now. So what's your purpose of blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyarrqCjSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-GeB81iHf8/s1600-h/Photo391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyarrqCjSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-GeB81iHf8/s320/Photo391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126973992315603618" 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/19949607-6542539218614137816?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/6542539218614137816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=6542539218614137816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6542539218614137816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/6542539218614137816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/10/purpose-of-me-blogging.html' title='The Purpose of Me Blogging.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyarrqCjSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y-GeB81iHf8/s72-c/Photo391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-2428093680572892563</id><published>2007-10-29T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:31:23.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Let the Chips Fall Where They May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It was a nice afternoon. I went for a Karaoke session with a few of my mates. Yup, only a few as the event was for those invited only. Well, we didn't actually get the extra hours like we used to have. This time what we got was just 3hours exactly.  Jack could not manage to be there due to his tummy was having a riot but the show  had to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So yeah, after ended with karaoke that was about it until we decided to find a spot and settled ourselves down for a little chit chat. We talked and talked like we never cared about the world. I guess many of us know how this feels. The sad thing was that we talked more about our negative issues and I find it quite saddening. The class is ripping apart I really wish this could be avoided but I believe everything that has happened or will happen has already been pre-planned by God and only He Himself knows the reason behind why such things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I should just have more faith in Him and question less on His 'Grand Design". As there's a saying "Let the chips fall where they may".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyhpfKCjStI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8BNGqzTXmvc/s1600-h/Photo371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyhpfKCjStI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8BNGqzTXmvc/s320/Photo371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127464159753226962" 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/19949607-2428093680572892563?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/2428093680572892563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=2428093680572892563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2428093680572892563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2428093680572892563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-chips-fall-where-they-may.html' title='Let the Chips Fall Where They May'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ebF8X0GAPGs/RyhpfKCjStI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8BNGqzTXmvc/s72-c/Photo371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-5311751894803340389</id><published>2007-10-28T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:31:40.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Pictures Embedded'/><title type='text'>Hear My Cries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It has been an intense week for me. Especially with friends in poly. Nonetheless I have to thank Patricia for introducing us to the CTi band from the U.S who came down to Singapore to make music and also preach some gospels at the same time. Elliot, Shawn, Brad, Tim, Renee, Michelle and Jessie- these are the people from that U.S band. Most of their events in Singapore are posted at www.carpenterstools.blogspot.com. From the 7 of them, for me I felt that Shawn outshone himself from the rest. Well, although each of them has different personalities and all but yeah I find that Shawn's the cool one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hault the CTi stuff and focus on the main agenda for this post. Jack, well he seems to have been a little aggressive lately- especially towards Patricia. This maybe just me being judgmental but even so I'm not sure should I express this thought of mine to him. Initially I thought that this could be due to Patricia's new relationship but now I'm not really sure. There is actually one time when I was with Jack and Patricia. Maybe Jack's motive was sincere at that time and he told off Patricia on what he thinks about her. Like telling her that he finds her character recently very blurr-ish plus inflexible. Not really sure what that means but I am pretty sure that didn't mean nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Also during the CTi's barbecue the 2nd, 'm not sure what really happened but Jack told me that he was pretty mad with Patricia because of some mis-timing issue among them. Something like Patricia had said something wrong to him and ended up Jack had to wait for us for almost an hour on the MRT platform. Maybe Patricia did think that she got the message across correctly but Jack didn't just quite get it right. Well, as they say 'Women are from Venus and Men are from Mars'. 2 people from different planets communicating, I'm sure some frequency loss happened during the exchange. I just pray that their friendship doesn't turn sour and I'm really really praying for that. I have enough of sour relationships occurred for the DCNT people. It was tormenting for me to see all that then and I don't want to go through it all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Gosh. Lord, please fix this mess before it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nonetheless,I've created a photo album with regards to the CTi's garage day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5455784d7a41304e773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5455784d7a41304e773d3d0d0a.jpg" alt="Click to play Once Upon a Time" height="330" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" alt="Slide shows and scrapbooks - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/"&gt;Make a slide show, scrapbook or ecard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/19949607-5311751894803340389?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/5311751894803340389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=5311751894803340389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5311751894803340389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/5311751894803340389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/10/hear-my-cries.html' title='Hear My Cries.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-4971082641621543707</id><published>2007-10-27T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:40:01.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Ray of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I've been thinking and thinking about my previous deeds - my past doings - the good ones as well as the bad ones. I've realized with of much sins I've committed and God is still letting me to live. This, I believe, is a chance He is giving me to mend my ways and return to the righteous path. I pray that He will one day show me and make me understand more of Him. Amien. All praises to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Last night, I went to the CTi's barbecue gathering again and there was a question that Elliot prompted that made me had to kill a few brain cells of mine. "What's the purpose of my life?". Yeah I may be crazy and all that over there but yeah this question really hit me hard. To make people around me happy?? To score good grades in school?? To be rich?? Are these my purposes of living? Although the CTi band is actually of a Christian organization but I channeled their context to the Islamic perspective and I found that the reason, the true reason, is to be devoted to God. Find his love and share it. And the most influential thing about them is that the way they spread the gospels of Christ through music which I think is a brilliant method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I really don't understand why the Islamic preachers/scholars do not think that music can be the medium of spreading God's words. Everybody loves music. So why not use it to reach people out there? They say that music can make you stray away from God but I think that's because there are no music that focus on the Islam religion itself. All that we have are love songs and rock metal songs etc. which focus more on man's angst and emotions. If only we could evolve and better ourselves in getting every means of spreading God's words, I strongly believe that Islam will be a stronger religion and people will recognize its completeness  and  also its perfect flawless beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Love God. Know Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-4971082641621543707?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/4971082641621543707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=4971082641621543707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4971082641621543707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/4971082641621543707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/10/ray-of-hope.html' title='Ray of Hope'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-2248685605446691019</id><published>2007-06-30T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:40:01.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Just another lame post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I know that it has been a very long time since i last blogged. Damn. And this blog of mine... it really need to be revamped as I'm getting sick and bored at the look of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But first, I have to apologise for the delay of this post as I have been terribly busy over the past few months. My attachment hours are tough. To be honest, I'm not really into my attachment, if y'noe what I mean.  I don't fancy the whole Helpdesk environment. I have to pick up crazy number of calls everyday just to get my head blown up by customers. Why can't they understand that I'm not at fault here?!! I didn't choose to get into this company but instead I was assigned. Every single day of my life spent in there, I could only think of the worst. But i tell myself to relax, it will all be over soon- really soon. If you're thinking, YES I was offered to return and work back with the company but I don't think I'm gonna buy that offer. What's there to gain?? Experience? I don't think so.. I'm already getting them. How about money?? Uh come on, there' re alot of fun jobs out there who are paying much better pay that you can offer me. I believe you want me to return as you could just lump all Saturday shifts to me. Like I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Another thing to worry about, my driving practical lessons. It has been a while since I last took the lesson. Test date is drawing near and i'm totally unprepared. A big fuck to the instructor. He's totally just sucking up on my money. Till now, I've realised that I've spent almost 300 bucks for these lessons and all i can do is to drive in a carpark. Damn. I better find a good driving instructor fast. Oh God, things are just being too incongruous right now. Please assist!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I guess most things written on this post are basically the tough things I'm going through. Don't think i'm complaining or whatsoever as I'm just helping myself to de-stress. LOL. Hey, talking about de-stress, I wanna catch a comedic movie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-2248685605446691019?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/2248685605446691019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=2248685605446691019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2248685605446691019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/2248685605446691019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-another-lame-post.html' title='Just another lame post.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-3184992879598878100</id><published>2007-05-12T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:40:01.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>It's been a long while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Woah, it really has been quite a long while since I last poured out on this blog. I really must had been damn busy, man. Ofcourse I was!! I was really busy with a lot of stuff- School, Club, Intern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;First to tell, I did pretty okay for my exam. And the result was as follows:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mathematics                                                    A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Computer Networking                          B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Network Infrastructure                       B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Networking Project                                   B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Effective Speaking Skills                     B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Microcontroller Technology          B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Personal Financial Planning           C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Semesteral GPA: 3.481&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Not really that super good...but it's good- I feel so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-3184992879598878100?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/3184992879598878100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=3184992879598878100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3184992879598878100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/3184992879598878100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a long while.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-117030504053452792</id><published>2007-02-01T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:40:01.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>A Bustard of a Lecturer,Lim Kheng Hock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I can't seem to let go of what Say Hian told me yesterday's afternoon about what the lecturer, Lim Kheng Hock, told him- that my project work only deserves a B!! It's not that I'm being over-sensitive or cheesy but it's just that...my work is 100% complete!! And guess what?? Francis, whose work is anything but complete, was given a Distinction!! I'm absolutely appalled by this, man!! I mean, didn't all lecturers given marking guidelines?? Haven't I fulfilled those guidelines?? I heard him said before that his marking is based on one's effort. What, he thinks that I didn't put much effort on my shit?? 100% complete, hello!!??I didn't sleep for days trying to finish up that project!! Thats the reason why I couldn't manage to make it to school, you asshole!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;As for the majority of my classmates, I know they spent most of their night playing online games together!!- Including Francis!! He added that he noticed that Francis was being diligent in class. Oh..OKAY, that's just a pretense, for crying out loud!! If i had known this, I too would be more than happy to just ACT studious infront of that Lim Kheng Hock and then go wild when he's not around because at the end of the day I'm still able to get a distinction even when my work is not complete because what I have to do is just to ACT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm surprised to know that some lecturers have shallow thinkings- moreover when this comes from Singapore Polytechnic. The module itself is called Network Project. And projects aren't suppose to be done ONLY in school. So don't judge people from what you see from the outerface because it's never always like what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lim Kheng Hock, I'm disgusted with your judgements as they're stupid and they stink- just like you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;God Damn You, Lim Kheng Hock, fucking Son of a Bitch!! - Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-117030504053452792?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/117030504053452792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=117030504053452792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/117030504053452792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/117030504053452792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2007/01/bustard-of-lecturerlim-kheng-hock.html' title='A Bustard of a Lecturer,Lim Kheng Hock.'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-116670066424940537</id><published>2006-12-21T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:40:01.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>BBQ in the RAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;On Tuesday- 19th December 2006, my class had bbq at the Changi Beach when the weather was actually pouring and heavily i must say. Hahaha... But still it was so much fun. Really really fun. Alot of people were there like Phillip, ZX, ET, Patricia, Jefferson, Yusoff, Queenie, Francis, Say Hian, Yio Kiang, Alex, Richard, Jin Lee, Cui Ling etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;No problem with the food. The food was okay. Ironically we could manage to bbq all the food in the wet weather. Lol. Well, there were problems in setting up the fire but then again we managed somehow with a  little bit of our individual intelligence and skills. LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;That night was also beautiful, added with the mesmerizes of the sparkles that ET bought. Thought that my sparkle rocket would work but it didn't.Lame~. Yeah, I know. Hahaha. I think we ended the whole 'adventure' around 10pm where by then some of us went to Changi Village to see the trannies while some of us went back home straight. Me? I was with the later as I had to prepare myself for the next day event which was to go Karaoke with Fairus and Raiyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19949607-116670066424940537?l=allaboutfadly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/feeds/116670066424940537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19949607&amp;postID=116670066424940537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/116670066424940537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19949607/posts/default/116670066424940537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allaboutfadly.blogspot.com/2006/12/bbq-in-rain.html' title='BBQ in the RAIN!!!'/><author><name>Fadly Ramlan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c221/noideer/CTIBBQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949607.post-116513519113617716</id><published>2006-12-03T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:40:01.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just words.'/><title type='text'>Dealova By Once (Pronouces as Own-Chey)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;CHORDS : ONCE - DEALOVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dewa - Dealova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    Am           B             Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aku ingin menjadi mimpi indah dalam tidurmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;              Am          D                 G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;aku ingin menjadi sesuatu yang mungkin bisa kau rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Am                  B           Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Karena langkah merapuh tanpa dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Am            B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Karena hati telah letih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;        Am         B           Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu yang selalu bisa kau sentuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;        Am      D               G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Aku ingin kau tahu bahwa ku selalu memujamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;      Am              B     Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Tanpamu sepinya waktu merantai hati Oh……..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;      Am     B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Bayangmu seakan-akan …………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Reff :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Em  C        Am         G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  B            Em            B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yang memanggil rinduku padamu oh………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Em  C      Am         G     B    Bsus Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kau seperti udara yang kuhela kau selalu ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;G  D  Em  C       G           D  Em  D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hanya dirimu yang bisa membuatku tenang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Em    D Em C  Em     D      C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tanpa dirimu aku merasa hilang dan sepi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Back to Reff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Em     C        Am         G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    B            Em        B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yang memanggil rinduku padamu Oh ……….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    Em    C     Am         G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kau seperti udara yang kuhela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;B     Bsus  Em          Am    Em        Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kau selalu ada, selalu ada, dan selalu ada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Em           Am      Em     Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yang selalu ada dan selalu ada …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it Out.As this piece is specially modified by me. 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