<?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-8068340</id><updated>2012-01-26T01:03:01.651+08:00</updated><category term='delivery'/><category term='monetary decision'/><category term='first post'/><category term='baby'/><category term='family'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='soon to be parents'/><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'>A Proud Father &amp;amp; Husband ... Blissss</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-3338517303500949300</id><published>2011-08-22T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:31:44.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mana Mak?</title><content type='html'>Got tagged in this very touching story by one of my long lost childhood friend hehehhe.. Thank god for FB. The title was very down to earth and holds very dearly to my heart and existence. Mana Mak. I technically cried every time I read it. Just spare a few minutes and understand the core message of this truly beautiful story. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 6.30 petang.&lt;br /&gt;Mak  berdiri di depan pintu. Wajah Mak kelihatan resah. Mak tunggu adik bongsu balik dari sekolah agama.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah baru balik dari sawah.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Mak, “Along mana?’&lt;br /&gt;Mak jawab, “ Ada  di dapur tolong siapkan makan.”&lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Mak lagi,” Angah mana?”&lt;br /&gt;Mak jawab, “Angah mandi, baru balik main bola.”&lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Mak, “Ateh mana?”&lt;br /&gt;Mak jawab, “Ateh, Kak Cik tengok tv dengan Alang di dalam?”&lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya lagi, “Adik dah balik?”&lt;br /&gt;Mak jawab, “Belum. Patutnya dah balik. Basikal adik rosak kot. Kejap lagi kalau tak balik juga jom kita pergi cari Adik.”&lt;br /&gt;Mak jawab soalan ayah penuh yakin. Tiap-tiap hari ayah tanya soalan yang sama. Mak jawab penuh perhatian. Mak ambil berat di mana anak-anak Mak dan bagaimana keadaan anak-anak Mak setiap masa dan setiap ketika.&lt;br /&gt;Dua puluh tahun kemudian,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jam 6.30 petang&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah balik ke rumah. Baju ayah  basah. Hujan turun sejak tengahari.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Along, “Mana Mak?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Along sedang membelek-belek baju barunya.  Along jawab, “Tak tahu.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Angah, “Mana Mak?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angah  menonton tv.  Angah jawab, “Mana Angah tahu.”&lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Ateh, “Mana Mak?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah menunggu lama jawapan dari Ateh  yang  asyik membaca majalah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Ateh lagi, "Mana Mak?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ateh  menjawab, “Entah.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ateh terus membaca majalah tanpa menoleh kepada Ayah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Alang, “Mana Mak?”&lt;br /&gt;Alang tidak jawab. Alang hanya mengoncang bahu tanda tidak tahu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah tidak mahu tanya Kak Cik dan Adik yang sedang melayan facebook. Ayah tahu yang Ayah tidak akan dapat jawapan yang ayah  mahu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada siapa tahu di mana Mak. Tidak ada siapa merasa ingin tahu di mana Mak. Mata dan hati anak-anak Mak tidak pada Mak. Hanya mata dan hati Ayah yang mencari-cari di mana Mak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada anak-anak Mak yang tahu setiap kali ayah  bertanya, "Mana Mak?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba adik bungsu bersuara, “Mak ni dah senja-senja pun merayap lagi. Tak reti nak balik!!”&lt;br /&gt;Tersentap hati Ayah mendengar  kata-kata Adik.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dulu anak-anak Mak akan berlari mendakap Mak apabila balik dari sekolah. Mereka akan tanya "Mana Mak?" apabila Mak tidak menunggu mereka di depan pintu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mereka akan tanya, "Mana Mak." Apabila dapat nomor 1 atau kaki melecet main bola di padang  sekolah.  Mak  resah apabila anak-anak Mak lambat balik. Mak  mahu tahu di mana semua anak-anaknya berada setiap waktu dan setiap ketika.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sekarang anak-anak sudah besar. Sudah lama anak-anak Mak tidak bertanya 'Mana Mak?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Semakin anak-anak  Mak besar, soalan "Mana Mak?" semakin hilang dari bibir anak-anak Mak .&lt;br /&gt;Ayah berdiri di depan pintu menunggu Mak. Ayah resah menunggu Mak kerana sudah senja sebegini Mak masih belum balik. Ayah risau kerana sejak akhir-akhir ini Mak selalu mengadu sakit lutut.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dari jauh kelihatan sosok Mak berjalan  memakai payung yang sudah uzur. Besi-besi payung tercacak keluar dari kainnya. Hujan masih belum berhenti. Mak menjinjit dua bungkusan plastik. Sudah kebiasaan  bagi Mak, Mak akan bawa sesuatu untuk anak-anak Mak apabila pulang dari berjalan. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sampai di halaman rumah Mak berhenti di depan deretan kereta anak-anak Mak. Mak buangkan daun-daun yang mengotori kereta anak-anak Mak. Mak usap bahagian depan kereta Ateh perlahan-lahan. Mak rasakan seperti mengusap kepala Ateh waktu Ateh kecil. Mak senyum. Kedua bibir Mak diketap repat. Senyum tertahan, hanya Ayah yang faham. Sekarang Mak tidak dapat lagi merasa mengusap kepala anak-anak seperti masa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu. Mereka sudah besar. Mak takut anak Mak akan menepis tangan Mak kalau Mak  lakukannya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lima buah kereta milik anak-anak Mak berdiri megah. Kereta Ateh paling gah. Mak tidak tahu pun apa kehebatan kereta Ateh itu. Mak cuma suka warnanya. Kereta warna merah bata, warna kesukaan Mak. Mak belum merasa naik kereta anak Mak yang ini.&lt;br /&gt;Baju mak basah kena hujan. Ayah tutupkan payung mak. Mak bagi salam. Salam Mak tidak berjawab. Terketar-ketar lutut Mak melangkah anak tangga. Ayah pimpin Mak masuk ke rumah. Lutut Mak sakit lagi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mak letakkan  bungkusan di atas meja. Sebungkus rebung dan sebungkus  kueh koci pemberian Mak Uda untuk anak-anak Mak. Mak Uda tahu anak-anak Mak suka makan kueh koci dan Mak malu untuk meminta untuk bawa balik. Namun raut wajah Mak sudah cukup membuat Mak Uda  faham.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Semasa menerima bungkusan kueh koci dari Mak Uda tadi, Mak  sempat berkata kepada Mak Uda, "Wah berebutlah budak-budak tu nanti nampak kueh koci kamu ni."  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sekurang-kurangnya itulah bayangan Mak. Mak bayangkan anak-anak Mak sedang gembira menikmati kueh koci sebagimana masa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu. Mereka berebut dan Mak jadi hakim pembuat keputusan muktamat. Sering kali Mak akan beri bahagian Mak supaya anak-anak Mak puas makan. Bayangan itu sering singgah di kepala Mak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah suruh Mak tukar baju yang basah itu. Mak akur.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Selepas Mak tukar baju, Ayah iring Mak ke dapur.  Mak ajak anak-anak Mak makan kueh koci. Tidak seorang pun yang menoleh kepada Mak. Mata dan hati anak-anak Mak sudah bukan pada Mak lagi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mak hanya tunduk, akur dengan keadaan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah tahu Mak sudah tidak boleh mengharapkan anak-anak melompat-lompat gembira  dan  berlari mendakapnya seperti dulu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah temankan Mak makan. Mak menyuap nasi perlahan-lahan, masih mengharapkan anak-anak Mak akan makan bersama. Setiap hari Mak berharap begitu. Hanya Ayah yang duduk bersama Mak di meja makan  setiap malam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah tahu Mak penat sebab berjalan jauh. Siang tadi Mak pergi ke rumah Mak Uda di kampung seberang untuk mencari rebung. Mak hendak  masak rebung masak lemak cili api dengan ikan masin kesukaan anak-anak Mak.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah tanya Mak kenapa Mak tidak telepon suruh anak-anak jemput. Mak jawab, "Saya dah suruh Uda telepon budak-budak ni tadi. Tapi Uda kata semua tak  berangkat."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mak  minta Mak Uda telepon anak-anak yang Mak tidak boleh berjalan  balik sebab hujan. Lutut Mak akan sakit kalau sejuk. Ada sedikit harapan di hati Mak agar salah seorang anak Mak akan menjemput Mak dengan kereta.  Mak teringin kalau Ateh yang datang menjemput Mak dengan kereta barunya. Tidak ada siapa yang datang jemput Mak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mak tahu anak-anak mak tidak sedar telepon berbunyi. Mak  ingat kata-kata ayah , “Kita tak usah susahkan anak-anak. Selagi kita mampu kita buat saja sendiri apa-apa pun.  Mereka ada kehidupan masing-masing. Tak p ayah  sedih-sedih. Maafkan sajalah anak-anak kita. Tak apalah kalau tak merasa  menaiki kereta mereka sekarang. Nanti kalau kita mati kita masih ada peluang  merasa anak-anak   mengangkat kita kat bahu mereka.”&lt;br /&gt;Mak faham buah hati Mak semua sudah besar. Along dan Angah sudah beristeri. Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik masing-masing sudah punya buah hati sendiri yang sudah mengambil tempat Mak di hati anak-anak Mak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pada suapan terakhir, setitik air mata Mak jatuh ke pinggan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kueh koci masih belum diusik oleh anak-anak Mak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beberapa tahun kemudian&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mak Uda tanya  Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik, “Mana mak?”.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hanya Adik yang jawab, “Mak dah tak ada.”&lt;br /&gt;Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik tidak sempat melihat Mak waktu Mak sakit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kini Mak sudah berada di sisi Tuhannya bukan di sisi anak-anak Mak lagi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dalam isakan tangis, Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik menerpa kubur Mak.  Hanya batu nisan yang berdiri terpacak. Batu nisan Mak tidak boleh bersuara. Batu nisan tidak ada tangan macam tangan Mak yang selalu memeluk erat anak-anaknya apabila anak-anak datang menerpa  Mak semasa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Mak pergi semasa Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik berada jauh di bandar. Kata Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik mereka tidak dengar handphone berbunyi semasa ayah  telepon untuk beritahu mak sakit tenat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mak faham, mata dan telinga anak-anak Mak adalah untuk orang lain bukan untuk Mak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hati anak-anak Mak bukan milik Mak lagi. Hanya hati Mak yang tidak pernah diberikan kepada sesiapa, hanya untuk anak-anak Mak..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mak tidak sempat merasa diangkat di atas bahu anak-anak Mak. Hanya bahu ayah yang sempat mengangkat jenazah Mak dalam hujan renyai.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah sedih sebab tiada lagi suara Mak yang akan menjawab soalan Ayah,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Mana Along?" , "Mana Angah?", "Mana Ateh?", "Mana Alang?", "Mana Kak Cik?" atau "Mana Adik?".  Hanya Mak saja yang rajin menjawab soalan ayah  itu dan jawapan Mak memang tidak pernah silap. Mak sentiasa yakin dengan jawapannya sebab mak ambil tahu di mana anak-anaknya berada pada setiap waktu dan setiap ketika. Anak-anak Mak sentiasa di hati Mak tetapi hati anak-anak Mak ada orang lain yang mengisinya.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah sedih. Di tepi kubur Mak, Ayah bermonolog sendiri, "Mulai hari ini  tidak perlu bertanya lagi kepada Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik , "Mana mak?" "&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kereta merah Ateh bergerak perlahan membawa Ayah pulang. Along, Angah, Alang dan Adik mengikut dari belakang. Hati ayah  hancur teringat hajat Mak untuk naik kereta merah Ateh tidak kesampaian. Ayah terbayang kata-kata Mak malam itu, "Cantiknya kereta Ateh, kan Bang? Besok-besok Ateh bawalah kita jalan-jalan kat Kuala  Lumpur tu. Saya akan buat kueh koci buat bekal."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Ayah, ayah ....bangun." Suara Ateh memanggil ayah . Ayah pengsan sewaktu turun dari kereta Ateh..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Terketar-ketar ayah bersuara, "Mana Mak?"   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayah  tidak mampu berhenti menanya soalan itu. Sudah 10 tahun Mak pergi namun soalan "Mana Mak?"  masih sering keluar dari mulut Ayah sehingga ke akhir usia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sit back, reflect and thank god if your mother is still alive. The least you could do is to go home and give your emak, a hug and say thank you... That's what I did.... Till the next post, adios.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-3338517303500949300?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3338517303500949300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=3338517303500949300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3338517303500949300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3338517303500949300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2011/08/mana-mak-got-tagged-in-this-very.html' title='Mana Mak?'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-3347215956314406007</id><published>2011-08-19T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:10:30.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wow, a very long overdue post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Salam to al fellow friends. It's been close to 2 years since my last entry and today i decided to write once more. May it be daily ramblings, experiences i gained, suka-duka kehidupan or etc, i'm gonna express it all in words. Its good for my vocab and english literature skills anyways so here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yesterday was a bad day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the hopes. All the positiveness. All the will. All flushed down the drain. It's not my time. It's not my rezeki. The only issues i have is the fact that only one man could make my entire life miserable. I hope he's happy. I hope to greet him in the afterlife. Being somebody "here" does not make you god. I believe in karma. What goes around comes around. Today i need to rest and recompose my self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Family is all that matters now and yes, working here gives me plenty of time with them. Punch card machine, you can expect me 5.30pm everyday haha.. Until the next soonest post, adios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eG9jVOrZxV8/Tk2pY9YK-II/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z_zK7qO3R_A/s1600/DSC_7692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eG9jVOrZxV8/Tk2pY9YK-II/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z_zK7qO3R_A/s400/DSC_7692.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Life&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-3347215956314406007?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3347215956314406007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=3347215956314406007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3347215956314406007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3347215956314406007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2011/08/wow-very-long-overdue-post.html' title='Wow, a very long overdue post.'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eG9jVOrZxV8/Tk2pY9YK-II/AAAAAAAAAGA/Z_zK7qO3R_A/s72-c/DSC_7692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Petaling Jaya, Selangor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.1125984 101.60389069999997</georss:point><georss:box>3.0456109 101.54826569999996 3.1795859 101.65951569999997</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-202518899095816685</id><published>2009-02-20T07:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:29:45.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soon to be parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delivery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monetary decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>General guide for soon to be parents outhere!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god and i express my highest keyukuran to Allah swt for showering us with two little angel; 'Aaliah Batrisyia and Muhammad Ammar into our life. They really changed our life for the better.  It rather took me awhile to get an idea for writing this general guidance but i think its really necessary as many of soon to be parents are unaware and sometime very poor in making wise monetary decision when it comes to the preparations of greeting that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3qAsLBoGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DMTthqBnNPc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3qAsLBoGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DMTthqBnNPc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653233690615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo&gt;The incident that happened a few months back is the main reason for us to publish this simple guidance as we are extremely troubled with it as it took the joy and satisfaction of having your own baby. Just imagine having to take a loan just to pay the delivery fees? We were dumbfounded and to tell you the truth; quite mad with bot&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;h parent&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;s - not doing proper homework and also the hospital - insanely delivery charges. Common friends, we should be jumping of joy like mad and NOT feeling depressed and down after getting the most profound news in our life! Anyways, let us stress dear readers that &lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;this is all are individual preference and directed to those who are desperately searching for "less expensive" alternative with the same amount of quality and care. To those who has lots of moolah to burn or Insane company benefits (I really envy some of my close friends on this hehehe_rezeki masing2 no heheh)  feel free to deliver anywhere heheehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3qM5H2uFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uB2x1bd-c-Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3qM5H2uFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/uB2x1bd-c-Y/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653443325409362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;1. Let's start with what our LEAN way for both 'Aaliah and Ammar cases.&lt;br /&gt;During the early stages of pregnancy, we sat down (i and my lovely nad) and discussed whole heartedly (is there a word?? hehe) on how we going to approach this miracle. We brainstormed-asked around-read dozens of online forums- called our doctor friend to get as much as info we could lay our hands on before making&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt; the right choices! We would like to stress the importance of asking! Knowledge is the pinnacle of greatness &lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;and with knowledge, you can achieve alot in your life plus get an enormous discounts plus savings on hospital fees and medications hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile and having friends with troubled and complications during delivery; we strongly feel that government hospital aka general hospital are th&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;e safest backup any soon to be parents need to have! Just imagine, we heard countless of cases where they had to transfer patients to general hospital last minute when they realized that either the mum's life/child's life or both life's are in danger of fear having bad reputations? I really don't know the extent of this really and hope people put there with true life experienced enlighten us with this&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt; one. So to get a hold of this wonderful and usefull backup, you really need to check in one of the thousands Klinik Kesihatan Kerajaan or the general hospital nearest to you and obtain the RED CARD! - Lifeline hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;Cost? Your Kad Nikah and a mere RM1. I was shocked first time hearing the nurse tell me and still am amaze with the amount up to now. The only catch is that there are hundreds who thinks as you and you really need to get there early to get the number. For me this is not a problem as the klinik kesihatan is a few km away from my house. Gotta sacrifice a few minutes of morning sleep but its totally worth it. You get the card and it opens your option to the few puluh general hospital located in Malaysia heheeheh. Be extra careful also a&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;s this first trimester is the most important phase on your babies growth. Heed all the warnings and recommendation given and always pray pray pray to Allah for the well being of both mum and your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;2. Checkups + Iron / obumin suppliment. As for us, we followed the schedule stated on the Red Card to the day. Better pray in advanced also so that the atte&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;nding nurse is not the "harimau betina" type hehehe. Follow all their advice such as filling up the growth chart, etc etc. We followed this routine for 7 months++ and in the mean time searched high and low for suitable specialist center to deliver our babies hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 2D/3D scan. Compare between clinics! The average price ranges between RM30 to RM45 for a normal 2D Scan and print as shown below:&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3qjsn4gSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y4o1laT8u2M/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3qjsn4gSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y4o1laT8u2M/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304653835107074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from RM60 (Yes you read it right heheheh) to RM400???? --- A true figure from Nad's office mate .. please guys, 3D don't need to be that EXPENSI&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;VE heheh.. anyways, here's a snippet of our Ammar's full 3D scan which lasts about an hour (due to his stubbornness heheeh) and costs a mere RM60 with a&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt; CD given:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our's Pick:&lt;br /&gt;2D: Klinik Nik Suzet; Near Unisel Shah Alam&lt;br /&gt;3D: Vision College; Kelana Jaya Parkview Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hospital/Specialist Selection.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, beware... This is one of the most important decision you have to ever make. Just imagine, I used to hear people talking about healing institutions ie hospital where making moolah/money is their main objective. It really stunned me when a few o&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;f my close friends revealed that instead of being able to deliver normally, they would often suggest C-sect plus a whole barrage of procedures just to squeeze every cent from you. The highest I've heard was a cool 16k!! Mind you that there a couple of reason why the price differs from each hospital. A few reason that i could think of now are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Establishment's name - common; Gleneagles and GHKL?  where do u think costs more? heheh&lt;br /&gt;2. Service offered - There are places where you can wi&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;tness and even photo/record your baby delivery (I like this!!) and there are places which forbid this.&lt;br /&gt;3. Comfort level&lt;br /&gt;4. Privacy option&lt;br /&gt;5. etc etc ... readers can input more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important factor to consider is the attitude of the establishment towards breastfeeding policy! Do you know that THE MOST critical moments a&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;fter delivery is that 1 hour time frame as your wife's body produces colostrum and another important key element which i happen to forget (will definitely update this asap) that is full of carbo-protein-antibodies but low in fat? My doc Siti told me that these precious milk/hour after delivery is the difference between your baby's health in the long run plus the success of breastfeeding normally but yet there are other private hospitals which defy this and not only separate your newborn with the mother for along time after birth but introduce formula milk hence defying your newborn with those precious nutrition and the chance of getting proper breast milk! Marahnye biler dengar nih!!! So parents to be - make sure that you discuss this thoroughly and ask the prospect hospital their policy on this&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt; before making that decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colostrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our extensive homework when it comes to selecting the birth place of our 'Aaliah &amp;amp; Ammar (Ammar's was easy heheh). We met friends, ask the price range and made a pro and cons list for each every one of the selection near to our house; Yep, as one wise men told me; location! location! location!. In our case there's a few choices which includes UH, SJMC, Selangor Medical Center, KJMC, GH, to name a few. Already went to most of the list above when luck and destiny played its part. So to cut the long story short, while w&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;e were at UH (University Hospital), we went to Menara Timur's cafeteria to have our breakfast when we were disturbed by somebody who turns out to be the PA for a very prominent Gynae in UH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short discussion with her, she set an appointmen&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;t with Prof Dr Siti and decided to deliver our 'Aaliah and then Ammar @ UMSC (Univeristy Malaya Specialist Centre). One of the reason we love Dr Siti so much is the fact that she really believes in normal delivery. Take my wife's experience as an example. It was a long 16 hours stretch of labor pain when Nad delivered our beautiful 'Aaliah. Dr Siti did not once offered my wife anything / procedures other than normal delivery as she trusted my wife will to deliver normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukur alhamdulillah when both of our 'Aaliah and Ammar was born, Dr Siti gave a quick rinse and gave them to my Nad for their much needed precious br&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;east milk. For me this is extremely important as it quickly establish that mum-son/daughter bond which is for me "priceless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3q6_71kDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7uXo6ye2ELU/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SZ3q6_71kDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7uXo6ye2ELU/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304654235428032562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;photo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason's for picking Universiti Malaya's UMSC (University Malaya Specialist Centre)&lt;br /&gt;1. Great staff&lt;br /&gt;2. Great privacy plus a very cool delivery room - I can move freely and take pictures when all the magic is happening.&lt;br /&gt;3. Price - Extremely low compared to other specialist out there.. Seriously can cater the normal 2.5k and (c-sect) 4.5k range offered by company benefits heheh.&lt;br /&gt;5. The comfort level - Extremely high on this.&lt;br /&gt;6. Gives us that "peaceful" feeling knowing that there are plenty of on call specialist nearby and the fact they are merged with UMMC - university malaya medical center which also uses the REDCARD is also comforting hence they wont transfer people anytime soon heheheeh --- &gt; penting oooo nih&lt;br /&gt;7. Great gynae and pediatric doc!!! Thank you Dr Prof Siti &amp;amp; Dr Lim!!! We owe you both of our son and daughter heheheh... syukur alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Will edit soon when I have the time... stay tuned&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;/photo&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-202518899095816685?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/202518899095816685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=202518899095816685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/202518899095816685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/202518899095816685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/sedapnye-tido.html' title='Sedapnye tido...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO_r17KuDDI/AAAAAAAAADk/GXfe6W4kG9M/s72-c/image-upload-30-731611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-7738925107757303894</id><published>2008-10-10T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:59:51.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dl heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO9f1hjeRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/NioRuvNT5E0/s1600-h/image-upload-11-790453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO9f1hjeRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/NioRuvNT5E0/s320/image-upload-11-790453.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-7738925107757303894?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7738925107757303894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=7738925107757303894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7738925107757303894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7738925107757303894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/dl-heaven.html' title='Dl heaven...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO9f1hjeRrI/AAAAAAAAADU/NioRuvNT5E0/s72-c/image-upload-11-790453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-2937306326256325874</id><published>2008-10-09T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:24:54.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lunch ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO2VpfpkpiI/AAAAAAAAADM/sGzw8pQh0Tw/s1600-h/image-upload-28-793620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO2VpfpkpiI/AAAAAAAAADM/sGzw8pQh0Tw/s320/image-upload-28-793620.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-2937306326256325874?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2937306326256325874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=2937306326256325874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/2937306326256325874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/2937306326256325874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-lunch.html' title='My lunch ...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO2VpfpkpiI/AAAAAAAAADM/sGzw8pQh0Tw/s72-c/image-upload-28-793620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-7102143095888783533</id><published>2008-10-09T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:46:36.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO1ifDKQziI/AAAAAAAAADE/9HwZkDQqN14/s1600-h/image-upload-23-796205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO1ifDKQziI/AAAAAAAAADE/9HwZkDQqN14/s320/image-upload-23-796205.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-7102143095888783533?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7102143095888783533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=7102143095888783533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7102143095888783533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7102143095888783533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/us.html' title='Us'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO1ifDKQziI/AAAAAAAAADE/9HwZkDQqN14/s72-c/image-upload-23-796205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-1614670890103817653</id><published>2008-10-09T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:38:39.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My reason living...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO1gn-gTmgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zhnWZxYxM2I/s1600-h/image-upload-22-719235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO1gn-gTmgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zhnWZxYxM2I/s320/image-upload-22-719235.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love my family oh so much..&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/8068340-1614670890103817653?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1614670890103817653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=1614670890103817653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/1614670890103817653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/1614670890103817653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-reason-living.html' title='My reason living...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SO1gn-gTmgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zhnWZxYxM2I/s72-c/image-upload-22-719235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-354871303204845531</id><published>2008-10-04T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:23:27.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best gler Ammar tido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOb9ztk1_SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b-YVitwJJA8/s1600-h/image-upload-69-706734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOb9ztk1_SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b-YVitwJJA8/s320/image-upload-69-706734.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-354871303204845531?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/354871303204845531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=354871303204845531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/354871303204845531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/354871303204845531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-gler-ammar-tido.html' title='Best gler Ammar tido.'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOb9ztk1_SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b-YVitwJJA8/s72-c/image-upload-69-706734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-8690880564514064506</id><published>2008-10-03T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:59:59.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammar mode super comel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOWKri-MuyI/AAAAAAAAACs/C33UBYgZ8B4/s1600-h/image-upload-37-798917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOWKri-MuyI/AAAAAAAAACs/C33UBYgZ8B4/s320/image-upload-37-798917.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-8690880564514064506?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/8690880564514064506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=8690880564514064506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/8690880564514064506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/8690880564514064506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/ammar-mode-super-comel.html' title='Ammar mode super comel'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOWKri-MuyI/AAAAAAAAACs/C33UBYgZ8B4/s72-c/image-upload-37-798917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-262483329561916843</id><published>2008-10-02T10:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:16:11.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammar resting on daddy's chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOQu6vyTgrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kADGIDJQapM/s1600-h/image-upload-1-770475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOQu6vyTgrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kADGIDJQapM/s320/image-upload-1-770475.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-262483329561916843?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/262483329561916843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=262483329561916843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/262483329561916843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/262483329561916843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/ammar-resting-on-daddy-chest.html' title='Ammar resting on daddy&amp;#39;s chest'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOQu6vyTgrI/AAAAAAAAACk/kADGIDJQapM/s72-c/image-upload-1-770475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-3375158107212632489</id><published>2008-10-01T08:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:37:34.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slamat hari raya to all viewers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOLGTUQPYNI/AAAAAAAAACc/SLxstcaEj3A/s1600-h/image-upload-102-753358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOLGTUQPYNI/AAAAAAAAACc/SLxstcaEj3A/s320/image-upload-102-753358.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I on behalf of my family would like tn take this oppurtinity to wish viewers a very happy and meaningful aidulfitri. Be extra cautious on the road will ya.&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/8068340-3375158107212632489?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3375158107212632489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=3375158107212632489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3375158107212632489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3375158107212632489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/slamat-hari-raya-to-all-viewers.html' title='Slamat hari raya to all viewers.'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOLGTUQPYNI/AAAAAAAAACc/SLxstcaEj3A/s72-c/image-upload-102-753358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-2660948738250326097</id><published>2008-09-30T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:51:56.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi's new god demm small laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOHorLoTopI/AAAAAAAAACU/FKpLa1-hQ9s/s1600-h/image-upload-107-716328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOHorLoTopI/AAAAAAAAACU/FKpLa1-hQ9s/s320/image-upload-107-716328.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-2660948738250326097?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2660948738250326097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=2660948738250326097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/2660948738250326097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/2660948738250326097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/mimi-new-god-demm-small-laptop.html' title='Mimi&amp;#39;s new god demm small laptop'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOHorLoTopI/AAAAAAAAACU/FKpLa1-hQ9s/s72-c/image-upload-107-716328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-781883980288150224</id><published>2008-09-30T12:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:24:21.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief hunting heheh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOGp9SbuUBI/AAAAAAAAACM/9epNVHyPC54/s1600-h/image-upload-93-761390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOGp9SbuUBI/AAAAAAAAACM/9epNVHyPC54/s320/image-upload-93-761390.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-781883980288150224?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/781883980288150224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=781883980288150224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/781883980288150224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/781883980288150224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/brief-hunting-heheh.html' title='Brief hunting heheh'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SOGp9SbuUBI/AAAAAAAAACM/9epNVHyPC54/s72-c/image-upload-93-761390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-4354679853304894159</id><published>2008-09-28T06:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:24:57.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super bz di nsk menjelang raya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SN6yuf9yYLI/AAAAAAAAACE/qQgfvruvIGc/s1600-h/image-upload-46-797344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SN6yuf9yYLI/AAAAAAAAACE/qQgfvruvIGc/s320/image-upload-46-797344.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hectic is the word that could describe it all.&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/8068340-4354679853304894159?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4354679853304894159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=4354679853304894159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4354679853304894159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4354679853304894159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-bz-di-nsk-menjelang-raya.html' title='Super bz di nsk menjelang raya.'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SN6yuf9yYLI/AAAAAAAAACE/qQgfvruvIGc/s72-c/image-upload-46-797344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-1820637496971670867</id><published>2008-09-27T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:50:56.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaliah dipasar tani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SN2RgOZ2mBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/afz5ugm6Xsk/s1600-h/image-upload-20-756490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SN2RgOZ2mBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/afz5ugm6Xsk/s320/image-upload-20-756490.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hehe, im still amazed how technology has changed my life..  &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/8068340-1820637496971670867?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1820637496971670867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=1820637496971670867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/1820637496971670867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/1820637496971670867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaliah-dipasar-tani.html' title='Aaliah dipasar tani.'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SN2RgOZ2mBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/afz5ugm6Xsk/s72-c/image-upload-20-756490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-7207260049765683655</id><published>2008-09-26T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:43:07.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di hentian dengkil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SNyuq0WLzjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PjxubWI_fdY/s1600-h/image-upload-5-787281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SNyuq0WLzjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PjxubWI_fdY/s320/image-upload-5-787281.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-7207260049765683655?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7207260049765683655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=7207260049765683655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7207260049765683655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7207260049765683655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/di-hentian-dengkil.html' title='Di hentian dengkil'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SNyuq0WLzjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PjxubWI_fdY/s72-c/image-upload-5-787281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-2017440937308478747</id><published>2008-09-26T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:26:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SNxWXxHEXII/AAAAAAAAABs/kiDk_N2LvGQ/s1600-h/image-upload-4-783574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SNxWXxHEXII/AAAAAAAAABs/kiDk_N2LvGQ/s320/image-upload-4-783574.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-2017440937308478747?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/2017440937308478747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=2017440937308478747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/2017440937308478747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/2017440937308478747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/SNxWXxHEXII/AAAAAAAAABs/kiDk_N2LvGQ/s72-c/image-upload-4-783574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-3508651173280834340</id><published>2008-09-25T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:29:08.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apple cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Xh1Ai0kwvY/SNud2SmMKjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eutHRLcVdz0/s1600-h/image-upload-54-744613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Xh1Ai0kwvY/SNud2SmMKjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eutHRLcVdz0/s320/image-upload-54-744613.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-3508651173280834340?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3508651173280834340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=3508651173280834340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3508651173280834340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3508651173280834340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-apple-cake.html' title='My apple cake'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Xh1Ai0kwvY/SNud2SmMKjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eutHRLcVdz0/s72-c/image-upload-54-744613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-4930363688810141409</id><published>2008-07-10T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:38:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSS Anyone?</title><content type='html'>The dreaded word for any private sector worker. Shit. We just had our monthly meeting informing us that we had surpassed every KPI set previous quarter and even was picked the best Flex mobile site compared to other sister site's (Doumen, Mexico, Brazil to name a few) in terms of Operating cost and gains but yet, the world... ermmm, no; US is so freaking busy occupying other country that they went into recession thus affecting everyone. Damn you bush!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we received the bomb. 35% cut!! Shit. The first thing came into mind was 'Aaliah, then my lovely wife... I used to hear this word during my Uni day and didn't care jack about it until now. The package was sad.Now i'm figuring out hard on my next step. Dear readers... Got any openings??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-4930363688810141409?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4930363688810141409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=4930363688810141409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4930363688810141409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4930363688810141409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/07/vss-anyone.html' title='VSS Anyone?'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-6059538309106521702</id><published>2008-05-21T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:22:13.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Aloha people. It’s been so long that I had a tough time remembering my own blog user/password. Finally I had to reset and got myself a new login hehehe. Mymymymym.. Anyways, how are u doing bloggie? It's been tough for me finding time to update this but somehow I managed. A little update on life should be sufficient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work &lt;br /&gt;Still at the same place since 2+ years ago. Everyday I imagine my self handing over my exit interview form but still, I celebrated those who are lucky enough getting married/changing jobs/quit working once a fortnight. Our latest lucky colleague was Nazira – Good luck to you girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top management experiences a few changes here and there, with the US economy currently in its worst condition, I just can only pray and hope that those top guys in management could do something that could smoothen the impact on this company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Environment&lt;br /&gt;Selangor, Perak and Kedah changed hands. Changes is good and healthy once in a decade or so and I am expecting the new government would somehow take plight on the nations interest and do something about the sky rocketing basic necessity stuff such as fuel, food and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;I love my Nadzuha and ‘aaliah so much that I feel that I can’t live a day without those two precious. Currently my wife is 5+ months pregnant with our 2nd son and we can’t wait for his arrival. DD started working @DRB hicom and MM’s business kept growing strong and strong by the day. Ayah and mak kept busy with house related chores, my inlaws with serious mountain biking and busy making kuih-muih for customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ‘Aaliah just passed the 1 year old mark and she has grown up from crawling, baby small steps, walking and now currently running short busts of distance when ever we gave her a scare heheheh. She’s trying hard to convey messages in her own baby language but its definitely worth it hearing every pctpcptpcptpcp hehehehe… ‘Aaliah, we love you so much!!! Anyways, all of her growth can be viewed at our fotopage or at http://vodoo2k.fotopages.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;This years gonna be a long busy year! A lot of my closest friends are either getting engaged or tying the knot sometime from now to the end of this 2008. Here are a few, Stone-Fiza – this coming May-June, Popo – TBC, - Affy-Todd this August, -Keng-Ariana – August, Gbum got engaged, Anisa Flex this June and a whole lots more. I hope you guys can leave me a msg or notification on those who’d I’d missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet&lt;br /&gt;It’s fast becoming a loosing battle. Damn you diet. Damn. Its like a very serious roller coaster ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is. Feel free to drop by OUR fotopages as I make an effort to update every weekly heheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-6059538309106521702?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/6059538309106521702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=6059538309106521702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/6059538309106521702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/6059538309106521702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-3782380211281969914</id><published>2008-05-21T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T14:41:39.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing testing 1, 2, 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-3782380211281969914?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3782380211281969914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=3782380211281969914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3782380211281969914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3782380211281969914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2008/05/testing-testing-1-2-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-4741300833811024223</id><published>2007-06-04T05:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:51:24.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Point #2</title><content type='html'>Weight: 115.9kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems fasting really had a direct impact on my weight. Gonna continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-4741300833811024223?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4741300833811024223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=4741300833811024223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4741300833811024223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4741300833811024223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/06/turning-point-2.html' title='Turning Point #2'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-4721897734584243258</id><published>2007-05-29T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T09:07:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syukur Alhamdulillah....</title><content type='html'>11%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seems tiny compared to what the government sector got but I'm happy and blessed with the good news... Rezeki 'Aaliah ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-4721897734584243258?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/4721897734584243258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=4721897734584243258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4721897734584243258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/4721897734584243258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/05/syukur-alhamdulillah.html' title='Syukur Alhamdulillah....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-1779960280248568657</id><published>2007-05-28T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:51:15.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Point #1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i took my weight and now i realized how stupid and careless i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/span&gt; : 117.8kg ---&gt; Explains the pains i've experiencing on my knee and joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Countermeasure&lt;/span&gt; : Will start my Diet Quest Once again and for starters, i'll start off by fasting untill i hit 100kg. Maybe i'll throw in a few of low impact exercise along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Control&lt;/span&gt; : Will update my weight and see how's the progress. Might change tactics based on the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strength&amp;amp;Will Power&lt;/span&gt; : I'll dedicate this one to my beloved Nadzuha and my dearly daughter 'Aaliah Batrisyia ... papa miss u ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-1779960280248568657?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/1779960280248568657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=1779960280248568657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/1779960280248568657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/1779960280248568657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-i-took-my-weight-and-now-i.html' title='Turning Point #1'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-315516341911005677</id><published>2007-05-27T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T05:22:39.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restarting My Diet QUEST Again...</title><content type='html'>Thats enough. I really can't take this gout related issue anymore. I got sloppy. I didn't control ,my food intake/portion/food selection since my so called successful weight lost program. Now after meeting with a dietitian and also support from my wife and family plus my new will drive, 'Aaliah Batrisyia, I'm going to start all over. I'm reviving back my weight lost diet-exercise program. Later I'll properly jot my original weight/bmi and will start from there. For the time being, I'll start fasting and see how this goes. Hope to get the same support from you just like before! Thanks in advance ya dear reader! Okay... where's my running shoes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-315516341911005677?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/315516341911005677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=315516341911005677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/315516341911005677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/315516341911005677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/05/restarting-my-diet-quest-again.html' title='Restarting My Diet QUEST Again...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-7388950290136672732</id><published>2007-05-23T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:34:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M A PROUD FATHER OF 'AALIAH BATRISYIA....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;i never dreamed that someday that i'll have my own daughter to take care off. Uishh ...its a indescribable feeling. Feels like i just got married but it’s been close to a year devoting my life to my lovely Nadzuha and now my dearly 'aaliah.. Since its been ages from my last entry, I’ll share that "magical" moment.. The day i felt so humbled and happy..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT5m0MQEUI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jk3B5AzTasg/s1600-h/DSC_0037+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT5m0MQEUI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jk3B5AzTasg/s400/DSC_0037+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067949925939024194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I honestly felt that god had everything to do with our new joy. Entering the 38th week, i was ecstatic and the rush of "something" or "anything" could happen to my wife just kept my adrenaline level high. I had huge supports from my parents and i do mean huge! Just imagine that they would send and fetch my wife all the way to and from Perodua rawang from the fear that something bad could happen? Sad for me that my work kept me somehow distance but still my friends in Flex gave the utmost support in times where i was not around and had to go in an instance should anything arrises. I thank Aiman, Wahab and Ling for all the mechanical support during this trying times hehehe.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT7W0MQEVI/AAAAAAAAABI/iwAIn9pjePU/s1600-h/DSC_4010+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT7W0MQEVI/AAAAAAAAABI/iwAIn9pjePU/s400/DSC_4010+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067951850084372818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Those 2 final weeks was exciting! I just can't keep quiet. In addition, all the scans and 3d imaging done before can't tell actually whether our baby is a girl or a boy that add to the excitement!. All small thing happened to my sayang would be treated as serious due to the fact that she keeps getting this weird high fever during the end of this trimester which is big NO NO for anyone who is having a child -- from what i gathered from her doc. Now, the edd of 'aaliah was 21 April and my wife's birthday is on the 1st of April.. heheh honestly, the word induced labor keeps hitting my head as the thought of celebrating 2 most wonderful women in my life on the same date seems to be "gempak" kan?? heheheh... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But after deliberating and discussing with both families, it felt that natural labor is the best thing that could happen in any womens's life and my baby girl, i just leave it to Allah to determine when and where hehehe. Okay back to the final weeks. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39 Week 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Prof Siti Zawiyah from UMSC (University Malaya Specilaist Center), my wife's Doc, and somehow weird and sad news emerges. It looks like that my daughter has already disengage from its labor passage - she is perfectly aligned the previous week. We're both were like??? Why? Then those feared medical term was heard...The prof's advice was simple, try walking and tell the baby to prepare him/herself for delivery. Hehehehe... It was sillt then, but now when i think about it, it helped alot hehehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Doc: last resort, we need to perform caesarean if the baby swivels.. emmmm, i was seriously taken aback. Shit...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Seriously i remembered there was silence all the way back to Kelana Jaya... That night we finaly told both of our family about the issue... My dad's first response was.. dugaan... He asked us don't to be that worried and leave it to god and pray to Him so that everythings gonna be fine.. Didi,my younger brother suggested that we perform sembahyang hajat, qiamulail, etc etc. That night i didnt sleep. We both didn’t sleep. My mind was wondering around. That night all of our family performed sembahyang hajat...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39 Weeks 4th day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the doc again and my wife had a complete 3d scan but still there were no significant change from yesterday. At this time, she decided that she wanted to walk and talk to our baby and we choose midvalley as our testing ground hehehe. Luckily after a few calls, we managed to meet up with Ina and Laila and i had a briliant idea my self hehehe.. While they were roaming midvalley together, i've decided to check out " Jangan Pandang Belakang" heheheh... i think its worth the 8 bucks i paid heheheh..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT7kUMQEWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QhbzgC-DMdI/s1600-h/DSC_3733+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT7kUMQEWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/QhbzgC-DMdI/s400/DSC_3733+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067952082012606818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;After the "cuak" movie heheheh, we proceeded to buy some baby related books and also a gym ball in MPH. I heard that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;this gymball suppose to ease and help up the delivery process hehehe. And yeah, we ate some durians that day heheehh.. Our 'Aaliah got to taste durians already hehehehe.. Proceeded back to what i thought to be an ordinary night hehehehe....&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9pm + heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was about to blow the gymball, i heard my complaining about some water coming out of her heheh... i thought she accidentaly pissed r what but opun inspection i realized that her waterbag just broke.... damn.. its the first time i felt useless and hopeless... hahahha i was running around like mad, shouting heheehehhe My parents asked me to calm down and proceeded to go to UMSC. My bro didi drove like mad... its 11.30pm and he managed to get us to umsc in 10 minutes flat hahahahaah.... Nad got admitted and i stayed there for the whole night hehehe.. syukur, everything was okay.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a waiting game. Doc and nurses had checked and the opening is just a mere 3cm. (It takes up to 8 or 10cm to initiate a normal delivery). Nad just acted cool and just smiled whenever i point my new d80 camera to her hehehe. But honestly she said that it wasn’t that bad although she can feel the contraction, it was not that painful. Come 12pm, i could start to see her in pain. Every time the contraction came, her grip was tight and her expression was so sad.. i can just give her support and remind her to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;almighty god Allah.. Checked the opening at 3 pm but it was still a mere 3cm and caesarean came into mind again. Demmit.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT46EMQETI/AAAAAAAAAA4/boVhjUuOgqI/s1600-h/DSC_3927+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT46EMQETI/AAAAAAAAAA4/boVhjUuOgqI/s400/DSC_3927+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067949157139878194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Moment of TRUTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally thought that day was a miracle and a blessing from Allah. The last time the doc checked before making a decision whether a caesarean or a normal delivery would take place, the opening came to a staggering 8 cm!!! Thank god! This was at 4pm. Then suddenly all the calmness became chaos! Every nurse ran and positioned all the equipment to prepare my ‘Aaliah to the world. At this time the contraction became so frequent with a minute or two intervals and at 80 to 90% intensity. This is a clear indication that the miracle moment is getting nearer. After all was set, i sat beside my wife holding her hands and suddenly to my amazement, our Prod Dr Siti Zawiyah told me that everything’s gonna be fine and ask me to capture those amazing moments. I just took my trust camera and began shooting like crazy. Then after 2 consequent push, Nad gave her all and ‘Aaliah came into the world, healthy, strong and opened her eyes 3 ~4 minutes after the ordeal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The doc quickly gave ‘aaliah to my wife (i think this is important for the baby to establish a unique connection between her mother/father) before washing her clean and proceeded to another check-up given by also a baby specialist, Dr Lim to verify that all is okay.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT70kMQEXI/AAAAAAAAABY/hi0x6lK3Sh0/s1600-h/DSC_3969+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT70kMQEXI/AAAAAAAAABY/hi0x6lK3Sh0/s400/DSC_3969+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067952361185481074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Wow.. can’t imagine how long i’ve been typing.. will continue more on the next entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-7388950290136672732?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7388950290136672732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=7388950290136672732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7388950290136672732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/7388950290136672732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-world.html' title='Hello World .....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdogqOs8r1s/RlT5m0MQEUI/AAAAAAAAABA/Jk3B5AzTasg/s72-c/DSC_0037+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-5429651162709625771</id><published>2007-04-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:19:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon 18-200mm VR AFS Lense</title><content type='html'>I have a new hobby. I love this lense. I like it. Gonna get it soon heheheh. Anyways, update on my life. We are counting hours/days for our daughter hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-5429651162709625771?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5429651162709625771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=5429651162709625771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/5429651162709625771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/5429651162709625771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/04/nikon-18-200mm-vr-afs-lense.html' title='Nikon 18-200mm VR AFS Lense'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-3302942169653677296</id><published>2007-03-02T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T07:46:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuak</title><content type='html'>Infant clothes .... check&lt;br /&gt;Plastic mat .... check&lt;br /&gt;Baby diapers ... check&lt;br /&gt;Baby Strollers ... check&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cott ... check&lt;br /&gt;Reserved Hospital for sayang ... check&lt;br /&gt;Baby stuff (everything heheheh) ... check&lt;br /&gt;Name for my future daughter ... check heheheheheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, my feeling and the fact that i'm gonna be a father soon ... indecisive =( waaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-3302942169653677296?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/3302942169653677296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=3302942169653677296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3302942169653677296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/3302942169653677296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/03/cuak.html' title='Cuak'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-5662106691037747417</id><published>2007-02-02T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:45:46.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow..How are you??</title><content type='html'>Hi all. I miss you dear bloggie. It's hard to find some quiet and productive time like this. It's surely been a roller coaster ride with my life currently. Now there are alot things to get settled and a few major items that we need to get for our future baby!. My lovely Nad is now 7 months pregnant. Sesh, i can't wait. I can tell you that she is going to one super active baby! I love it when she responds to our sounds. Sadly i did not bring the latest picture of her to share with all of you!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lets recap about the things i remembered doing as far as today. Ermm. Okay, we have Cajun and Bulat's wedding plus dozens of relatives wedding that we attended. We celebrated Mandorm's &amp; Tp's + Amin's &amp;amp; Ina's baby boy and will visit Elyas's + Effa &amp;amp; Min's new baby soon. Sorry guys but we will soon visit your beautiful newborn in this coming weeks. Zaimi came home from Russia for a 2 months break! Wuhuuu.. best giler. Thanks zaimi for introducing warcrafts DOTA. Shit, this game rocks!!! It surely has revived my long forgotten feeling towards computer/console games hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are going nuts over baby related items. We bought a huge amount of baby related products this month. Now we are checking for some strollers on the market and yet to finalize where would Nad deliver our baby girl. Just a year ago i was thinking about the latest gadget in the market, the coolest car to get but now all i'm focused is towards my future daughter. FYI, we already reserved one sweeet name for her. Btw, we bought one d-slr (Nikon D40) just to take her pics! =). I always thought that it will be pain in the ass to operate a slr camera but this particluar camera just blows all that thought away. It is actually much easier to operate than our Lumix FX9 point and shoot camera. What i can tell you that the picture quality by fay is the best i seen to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get nuts taking picture in the coming months! Stay tune to our &lt;a href="http://vodoo2k.fotopages.com/"&gt;fotopage here!.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-5662106691037747417?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5662106691037747417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=5662106691037747417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/5662106691037747417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/5662106691037747417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2007/02/wowhow-are-you.html' title='Wow..How are you??'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-116557024838699766</id><published>2006-12-08T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:30:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 2 minutes to freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Huh.. Just 3 hour using this add on by firefox, i already fell in love.... Now blogging is easy as 1,2 and 3 hehehe... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Will continue blogging... anyways, have a nice weekend...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&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/8068340-116557024838699766?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/116557024838699766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=116557024838699766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116557024838699766'/><link rel='self' 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class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&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/8068340-116555170751606559?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/116555170751606559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=116555170751606559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116555170751606559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116555170751606559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/12/test-2.html' title='Test 2'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.tinypic.com/2d96zjs_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-116555153269467548</id><published>2006-12-08T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:18:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How tech amazes me everytime....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Testing 1 .. 2 .. 3&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&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/8068340-116555153269467548?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/116555153269467548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=116555153269467548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116555153269467548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116555153269467548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-tech-amazes-me-everytime.html' title='How tech amazes me everytime....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-116527849259207935</id><published>2006-12-05T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:28:12.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what????</title><content type='html'>Huh.. take a breather one at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesh, I must be doing something wrong. I'm proud and blurr towards my lil bro. He just asked me to be the guarantor for his new car. At first I thought I misheard or something but after a while, I asked him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mi nak beli kerete aper eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi: BMW 3 series baru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Aper??? (Trying to digest his words....)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi: BMW 3 series baru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. Now it's official. I am doing something wrong in my life. Shit. I've spent years in the "U" just to get a decent job, prepare my budget as carefully and manage to save a tiny bit for backup and he just wanted to buy a bemmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i get it.. All seems falls into place. The early hour meetings, this meeting, that meeting with this client, bla bla bla and your friends with flashy cars with flashy plate # huhuhuhu.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I envy you bro hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmmm.. back to the drawing boards... (for me, jobstreet.com hehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-116527849259207935?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/116527849259207935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=116527849259207935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116527849259207935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116527849259207935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/12/what.html' title='what????'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-116363268747567856</id><published>2006-11-16T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:44:54.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 581px; height: 617px;" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/48xo2o2.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" 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/8068340-116363268747567856?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/116363268747567856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=116363268747567856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116363268747567856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116363268747567856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/11/17-weeks.html' title='17 Weeks'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/48xo2o2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-116100428093770473</id><published>2006-10-16T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:22:12.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 595px; height: 671px;" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/2ylu635.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already 13 weeks...&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/8068340-116100428093770473?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/116100428093770473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=116100428093770473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116100428093770473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116100428093770473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-13.html' title='Week 13'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/2ylu635_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-116071386594868719</id><published>2006-10-13T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:12:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Myvi and etc heheheh</title><content type='html'>Finally, after a week of waiting, our new ride finally arrived yesterday... actually arrive is not the appropriate word but nevertheless we received our new Myvi yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh; to tell the truth, I never imagined owning a Myvi before but after the ride yesterday and today, it really changed my view towards a perodua's car heehehehe... It is such a pleasant car to drive. I don't know whether if the "new" factor plays a role but honestly, its more relaxing than my civic hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from its compact size, which gives us a whole more space to play around while parking, the huge interior and clean arrangement of the inner compartment really changed&lt;br /&gt;my view towards Malaysian cars heheheh. Perodua is definitely doing something right!. Now, I have summore things to do around--- perhaps joining the Myvi club or modifying our Myvi to the max? heeheheh.. The options are endless. Anyways one thing is for sure; I like the smooth smell of any new car... gives me the different "high"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now; got to get my act together and get more serious in my forex thingy... My next target---&gt; a new house and definitely the next generation of Civic! Btw; talking about another entire different issue, last Monday I've received one of the most annoying/gruesome/geli email in my entire existence. Shit, i regretted opening that email. It showed me how brutal/stupid human could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine a sweet/cute little kitten getting squashed by a stiletto?? Fucking stupid. She deserves the chair for that stupid act. How could you kill like that?? Seriously she must have been raped or molested during her tender years... sesh, I for one LOVE my cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family LOVES our cat to death that our father decided to build a mini-bungalow for them. Currently its under construction and scheduled to be completed before this coming raya heheheh.. Lucy, Salem, the proud parents of our super cute kitten; Suzie, Lily and the only hero Johny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'm gonna post all my cats and our new ride asap heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vodoo2k.fotopages.com"&gt;Here are our lovely cats.... CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-116071386594868719?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/116071386594868719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=116071386594868719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116071386594868719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/116071386594868719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-new-myvi-and-etc-heheheh.html' title='Our New Myvi and etc heheheh'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-115935482936148142</id><published>2006-09-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:00:29.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A full day</title><content type='html'>Waaaaa... i took leave today to settle some errands. Got a few super good news today hehehehe... My baby (heheheh is officialy 3cm) finaly got captured on the ultra sound and officially healthy as expected, syukur alhamdullilah.. Ran to Kuang to get our Sijil Nikah and found out that Selangor has its own Kad Nikah hohoh how cool is that? I thought only Melaka have it. Settled some banking issues and finaly, our new ride is expected to roll out from the factory sometime next week yuhuuu.... huh, serious got no more ideas currently and its close to berbuka puase- till next time; selamat berbuka weh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-115935482936148142?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/115935482936148142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=115935482936148142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115935482936148142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115935482936148142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/09/full-day.html' title='A full day'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-115894284552079447</id><published>2006-09-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:34:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Kepada Semua Yang Beragama Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never thought that the "workload" could be like this... sesh, at last, a few sentence for my poorly maintained blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish to all my fellow Muslim friends, Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan.....Selamat Berpuasa and Berbuka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just a little update on my life, Yuhuuuuuu.. My Lucy just became a proud mother cat of three... heheheh It was very surprising. On one fine Subuh morning, I found that my Lucy was going all over the place, I knew there was something wrong but choose to observe... Then she came playing at my feet when out of the blue, there was this soft, moist feeling near my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took seconds to realize it was a kitten hehehe... mymymy, so fast and furious, without warning, my Lucy just gave birth to Suzy,....Johny and emmm (I forgot heheheh must be the time; heheh). Seriously they are sooooo cute (ask Stone if you guys tak caye hehehe). Now my parents got another "thing" on their weird pensioners "to-do" list hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, another self-reminder and also to dear reader’s outhere, my lovely wife is 3 months pregnant hehehe... I'm thinking of making this blog a new life journey where I would write my new experiences and update my self on the changes I’ll see during these wonderful 6 months to come... I'm going to post some pics of my life in my next posts, till the next post - bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-115894284552079447?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/115894284552079447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=115894284552079447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115894284552079447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115894284552079447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/09/selamat-menyambut-ramadhan-kepada.html' title='Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan Kepada Semua Yang Beragama Islam'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-115531418781261711</id><published>2006-08-12T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:36:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ALIVE..... HEHEHEHEH</title><content type='html'>8 months!!! shit, thats the time i had to wait for my freaking streamyx. I even had trouble remembering some of the 101 internet thingy such as passwords and also the usual sites i've visited sooooo long ago. Huh, downloaded all the necessary stuffs and currently thinking of the next step. Mayb i'm gonna dwell in this whole internet business thingy more seriously from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohooo.. ym in the comfort of my room, now thats sweeeeeet hehehehe,.. po, later i'll give back ur adapter ek? thanks in advance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-115531418781261711?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/115531418781261711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=115531418781261711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115531418781261711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115531418781261711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-alive-heheheheh.html' title='I&apos;M ALIVE..... HEHEHEHEH'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-115451186758269490</id><published>2006-08-02T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T17:44:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely....</title><content type='html'>Huh, hello all. Erm, just had my lunch. Feel a litle bit empty today. I can't seem to stop thinking about my Nad. FYI, she flew to Japan last night for a damn long meeting. Ishh.. Its only for a few days but seriously last night was loooonnggg. I felt sad looking at her by the departure lounge last night. I wished i was there to accompany her. ermmm anyhow, its 2 days to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-115451186758269490?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/115451186758269490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=115451186758269490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115451186758269490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115451186758269490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/08/lonely.html' title='Lonely....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-115321533812182280</id><published>2006-07-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:39:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang...</title><content type='html'>Dato' K and CT.. Malaysia's "Best" kept secret recently turns out to b true.. Ermmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my heart feels that "why him? why him?" There's like dozens of smart,young &amp;amp; rich eligible bachelors out there but she ended choosing him... ahh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takper, as long as ur happy CT, and i sincerely hope that D.K would treat you well like you deserve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: shit, i feel a little bit lost hehehe.. its like some close family member died kinda feeling heheheheh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-115321533812182280?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/115321533812182280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=115321533812182280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115321533812182280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115321533812182280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/07/dang.html' title='Dang...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-115146835039653070</id><published>2006-06-28T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:24:04.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep, we were couple number 2. Just imagine the excitement. Sesh. I was like sweating like mad. She was ever so calm. I can just see her sweet confident smile throughout the whole ceremony. It gave me the courage and confidence needed for me to do the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sekali lafaz, sekali lafaz" jer- hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only words that were playing through my thick skull. Amin did his best to keep me calm. I acted calm, to tell you the truth. Heheheh. Then the Imam called the first man. Shit!! My heart ran wild. I could literaly hear and feel my heart pumping. Then this eeerie calmness. I CAN HEAR soundless hehehe. Its true beb, it feels that everything around you been sucked and this emptiness feeling. Geli duh to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.tinypic.com/15znrlw.jpg"&gt;[IMG]http://i3.tinypic.com/15znrlw.jpg[/IMG]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I hoped that the first couple would slack off and give me a chance to sekali lafaz nikah jer but that was definitely not the case. He seems natural and just spoke those magical binding words without a glitch. Damn, that time i felt like dying. How come? Shit. Pray to god that i wont stumble or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is definitely true. She was my savior. At times that i feel that i won't perform or everything is getting out of control i just look at her confident smiling face. It' like a boost of energy and confidence which began to crumble the moment pak Imam announced the next couple in line. Mohd Husaini, ke depan... gulllpp. (this was a super big gulllllp). I prayed and recited ayat kursi along the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i remembered correctly, the first couple finished in a zippy but mine was loooong. Witnesses forgot to fill up their forms. My feet was shouting pain but I kept steady during the whole ordeal.Then her father (father in law hehehe) decided to be the wali at the last minute. Dang, talk about waiting in pain. After about 10 minutes, the magical moment came. That's before 3 tests run hehehe... (wouldn’t like to spoil the - ONE right?? hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one deep breath, glanced to all people in front, my witnesses, family and friends then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku terima nikah Nadzuha binti Kaman dengan mas kahwin sebanyak rm80 tunai...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. That sentence changed my life forever -- I’m officially married and have someone to look after. I clearly remembered and felt that instant chill knowing that i am now married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like this huge object was lifted from my lungs when I successfully recited my lafaz nikah. It was heaven. I saw my mum cried, my dad hugging my bro's, friends, auntie's &amp;amp; uncle's smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, sighs of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at her. My wife. Everything feels perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To b continued..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-115146835039653070?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/115146835039653070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=115146835039653070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115146835039653070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115146835039653070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/06/yep-we-were-couple-number-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-115130077440260620</id><published>2006-06-26T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:46:14.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!!!</title><content type='html'>Morning peoples! Or issit people? Or maybe i'm the only one writing and reading this blog? hehehe. Tak kesahler. Anyhow, good morning people... Its ages since my last post. What did i'd do alll this time eh? Yeah, i got married. Syukur alhamdullilah. The only thing in life that i thought was impossible in life ran without a glitch. I can't really express in words how much blessed, thankful and syukur to all the poeple involved making this wedding a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe it to my family. Thanks to ayah and mak for their undivided love and help they poured for my wedding. Thanks alot to bayong (bang long as in abg sulong heheheh),didi - the logistik man heheheh ( thanks a lot bro!), mimi - thanks for your room bro, zaimi - ermmm for the manly advice hehehe and siti - your one cool sis to have laaa heheheheehe. Thanks a lot. The wedding wouldn’t be a success if all of you didnt lend a hand. I'm sure to remember and would do my 100% best for all of your wedding to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jack,Tp Amin and Ina for being such sport and being our pengapit. Thanks alot for the wonderful jokes, advices and the company during the whole "grueling" heheheh event. Amin &amp; Ina - you 2 were marvelous!! I highly recommend for those who are about to get married and don’t have any pengapit --- you know who to contact hehehehe... Seriously dude, even when the plan seems getting out of hand and people calling and cursing you on YOUR OWN FREAKING Day!, they were able to keep us calm and steady for the day huhuhuhu---- thanks alot guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my own ss5D rukun tetangga especialy En.Mat for the unity and help showed and poured by all the families of ss5d thus make my wedding a reality. I am truly sorry on behalf of my family if there's the slightest "kekurangan" during the whole ordeal. Thank you for the convoy on my nikah night, my wife's side of kenduri, and for our own ss5d side, Thanks alot. Seriously uncle &amp; auntie's, words could not express how lucky and blessed i am to have such caring and wonderful neighbours heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, i am currently amazed and blurred by how fast time flew by. Its like the other previous day i'm an inch close to having a heart attack(nikah takut oooo) but right now i'm like typing away feeling super cheeky ehehehhe.. why eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about nikah, phewwww was i nervous. Never i thought that i would pass through that indescribable experience. Just imagine, having 3 couples on the same night waiting their own turn to get married... jeeeeezzzzz,thanks again to Amin for controlling and giving me good advice on the d-moment itself. I was sweating and duduk bersila didnt helped too. I nearly cramped my leg off while waiting for my turn. Btw, we were 2nd in line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesh... i'll update later in the next entry.. got things to do, anyways i Thank you to all, till the next entry, chiow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Here are my &lt;a href="http://vodoo2k.fotopages.com/"&gt;wedding pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-115130077440260620?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/115130077440260620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=115130077440260620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115130077440260620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/115130077440260620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!!'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-114679251001511306</id><published>2006-05-05T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:28:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Morning again friends.. what a beautiful Friday morning. It seems im addicted to Fridays. Is the day before short rest, a day of blessing with Jumaat prayers and all, a day i get to take 2 and a half hour of time off from all the bullshit, the day i wish will my last day in the distant future. Huh, i'm babbling.. 5 minutes to another borrrrring meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-114679251001511306?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/114679251001511306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=114679251001511306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114679251001511306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114679251001511306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-114662427537897657</id><published>2006-05-03T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:44:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godbless</title><content type='html'>Hi and morning dude. Yesterday was fun. Just imagine your whole factory got stopped by some lousy power trip problem. Huh. gotto leave damn early. Huh, what a breather. See you guys later. A new day, a new backup power plan = no more trip = shitty workloads. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-114662427537897657?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/114662427537897657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=114662427537897657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114662427537897657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114662427537897657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/05/godbless.html' title='Godbless'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-114550405788007231</id><published>2006-04-20T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:31:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loooong overdue post hehehehe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for lunch. Emmmm, there’s gazzilions thing that I’ve experienced during these past 2 ~ 3 months but I couldn’t recall most of it. Shit. What have I’ve been doing all this time? Wohooo… its already nearing the end of April. Waaaa takut oooo, the utmost significant thing in my existence is just around the corner but I still couldn’t keep track of what I did all this time! Cuak seehhh… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as a self-reminder (heheheh I read my past entry eheheheh), last 2 weeks ago we went to Cherating together with P2 Engineering Team and it’s surely a trip to remember. Wohoo, It’s been awhile. Huh, lega giler suit. The stay was NICE, food = marvelous and the company, emmm… superb to sum it all hehehe. The only thing (not that I’m complaining or anything hehe) is that the trip to and from felt ages. Jauh giler rasenyer, and that’s just Kuantan… am I getting old? Long trips were norm a few years back plus that now my Siti is in JB, traveling should have not bothered me that much. But now I’m kinda reluctant. Ermmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. and before I forget, my pc’s at home is infected with the Brontokw32 virus/worm and its really giving me a headache. Not that it’s messing with the startup or corrupting any files, it’s just HARD to unhide, install and uninstall certain “unwanted” thingy. Ishhh, called frens, surfed the web to search for fixes but to no avail. Cleaning the worm is so daamn complicated than what I’ve expected. Biarje laaa… sure someone would come up with some auto cleaning file… So just a reminder to u guys, jgn laa bg adik2 ko gune pc ko lagi…. Menyusahkan jer hehehehe…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih. Sad. Gembira. Suka. Mixed feeling. That is what I’ve experienced yesterday. It’s hard to explain but I think its just some things that are messing with me…. Huh, enough of all this babbling, here is one song better to describe my feeling at this current time (really guys….)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There was a time when I thought life was over and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you went away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My dying heart made it hard to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would sit in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I didn't want toHave to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;outAnd see you walking by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One look and I'd break right down and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now you say that you made a big mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never meant to take your love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you can save your tired apologies'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause it may seem hard to believe, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm doin' just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting along very well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Without you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't need you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm doin' just fineTime made me stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're no longer on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You were my earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My number one priority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I gave my love to only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anything you'd ask of meI would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But somewhere down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You felt a change in the weather and told me that you had to journey on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A kiss in the wind and your love was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now you say you never meant to play your games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girl don't you know it's far too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because you let our love just fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You no longer have my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you said goodbyeI felt so all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There were times at night I couldn't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart was much to weak to make it on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby after all the misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And pain you put me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So unfair to me girlYou're no longer my world and I ain't missin' you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-114550405788007231?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/114550405788007231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=114550405788007231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114550405788007231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114550405788007231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/04/loooong-overdue-post-hehehehe.html' title='Loooong overdue post hehehehe..'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-114290812395556011</id><published>2006-03-21T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:28:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscular pains....</title><content type='html'>Hehehe.. Now I got some serious muscular pains on my left feet. Yesterday I mc’ed and just now I went to draw some blood for some test at the company clinic to confirm the docs suspicion. Huh, the whole blood taking procedure just gives me the creep’s la. Shit, I always read somewhere where you can die if there’s even 1 bubble of air got stuck in your system and we have this old auntie reading on “how-to” method to draw blood. Sesh, common man, super cuak ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole ordeal was frightening okay. Sekarang lengan kiri gua sakit.. waaaa, sabar je laaa heheh… anyways, I hope the blood result would be okay and I hope this pain on my right feet would disappear. Until next time.. chaloo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-114290812395556011?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/114290812395556011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=114290812395556011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114290812395556011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114290812395556011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/03/muscular-pains.html' title='Muscular pains....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-114178118227804088</id><published>2006-03-08T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:26:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rindunyer.............</title><content type='html'>Hi and good afternoon. Sesh, its too loooooong since my last entry. Now I know what busy feels like. Work just keeps on coming. Problems seems to grow bigger and bigger. I tried my hardest to squeeze a little time for my precious blog but it seems at the end of the day, all I can think about is enjoying a nice long nap before another hectic day starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are more packed and full of activity now that many of my closest friends are getting married this year. Yesterday we went to Elyas+Nani wedding and personally, I think the food was marvelous!. Hehehhe sedap seeh. March is definitely wedding month.&lt;br /&gt;Last month we went to Hadori+Zana’s, Mandorm+Tp’s (I was the pengapit for this one hehehe) and Shidee+Tasya’s, Zul+Kartini, and Pudden (sdar)+wifey (heeeheh) is just around the corner. Its true laa what jack said, 2006 is definitely tahun mengawan hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s getting older, gasing too just moved to section 17, sorry guys for not lending a hand during the moving process, seriously I am sorry. Felt bad that we had to let go gasing after years living and carving some sweet and also bad memories there. People change- this s a fact. But to change, I honestly think that we need some sort of resistance. So sometimes resistance is also good for people like me to advance and move forward in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly remembered me one year ago.. just whizzing through in my previous company and having no problems at all….. Seriously I was in heaven compared working with my current company, but that’s about it, I felt I was throwing away my life if I stayed longer. They say usually the learning curve for one who is newly working is quite steep but for me its like went straight down the drain, hehehehe. The only one thing and I think the most important thing I achieved during my 2 years plus there is that I lost weight! Heheheh, my company was damn supportive. Sronok suit remembering. The days where Huh I wish I have more time. Sesh, I think I’ll stop here. Gonna continue soon. But really bloggie and all my friends out there, I really miss u all. Till next time, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-114178118227804088?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/114178118227804088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=114178118227804088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114178118227804088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114178118227804088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/03/rindunyer.html' title='Rindunyer.............'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-114040045845301743</id><published>2006-02-20T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:54:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><content type='html'>Before i forgot, here is a few things i did in the past gazzilion weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi pengapit at mandorm's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled a few "marriage" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, seriously i have neglegtecd u my blog.. Nanti petang or malam nih all update baiknyer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-114040045845301743?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/114040045845301743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=114040045845301743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114040045845301743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/114040045845301743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/02/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113852707491661634</id><published>2006-01-29T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:31:14.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian CSI heheheh</title><content type='html'>Dudes!! I got to see Malaysian CSI Team in action beb! Shit, it’s rather sad and unfortunate news for me but at least I could see them in action. Just a reminder for u guys who are leaving for a looong cny holiday trip! Don’t forget to notify ur neighbors or the authorities if u are on a real loooong vacation! My Seremban home just got robbed a few days back. Shit to think of it, my family was there like on the 25th Jan ago and they broke in at 27th January.. Seriously sedih. Laptops, cameras, my dads pen collection, my mums spec collection and definitely a long list were among the thing they ran away with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sheer luck actually. We were suppose on our way to melaka yesterday but the hectic traffic cut short our journey. We went straight back to Seremban where…. “I CAN JUST HEAR THE CSI THEME on the background.. Who are you tut tut tut…”? I can’t believe my eyes! Fuck. Our back doors gone! Babi laa… what the hell, all of carut2 that came into mind just spluttered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered the house just to see the house in a freakin mess. Checked our parents room, the door got smashed, drawers lying around with a huge mess left by the intruder. Called 999 and lodge a police complaint. Waited and waited and then a parole car arrived. I was hoping they would somehow tie the “do not cross” line hehehe but to no avail. Hoped that they would silence us and “ sshhh… take out their magnum and ordered us to be quiet just to be sure the intruders are not around hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, sebab2. Like ordinary men they just entered the premises and looked at the scene of the crime. Took our statements, filed an official police report and were asked to wait for the investigating team to come.. “Yes, the real CSI heheheh (dlm hatilaaa)”. So we waited and waited. Lame sial tunggu. Kimex giler. They don’t come ASAP. We waited and carefully navigated inside our house -  takut destroy evidence.. We talked shit and make jokes about the day. Lame duh tunggu. At one point, my dad just asked us to get ready to go back to Kelana Jaya when they called. Finaly, after 4 hours of waiting.. they came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergh, bawak jump suit CSI tuh hehehe, dgn evidence collecting kit hehehe. Followed the dude around the house armed with their 8megapix slr camera there are surely coooool heheheheh. Anyways, after minutes of swabbing the area for evidence, they finaly found 2 to 3 usable fingerprints to work on. Huh, though not even close to their Las Vegas heheh counterpart, seeing them in action pun is enough. Anyways, its been a thrilling and exhausting Saturday I tell u. I just pray and hope to god that them culprit would be capture asap and as a friendly reminder, please notify your authority if met any suspicious dudes wondering your neighborhood. Seriously they most probably are scouting the area for fresh target. And one thing, I just want to wish all my Chinese fren a very happy gong xi fa cai and do come back in one piece hehehe.. chaloo..&lt;br /&gt; P/s: gonna post them CSI in action anytime soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113852707491661634?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113852707491661634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113852707491661634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113852707491661634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113852707491661634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/01/malaysian-csi-heheheh.html' title='Malaysian CSI heheheh'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113754920946986217</id><published>2006-01-18T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:53:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>Morning everybody. I’m excited today. Why? Hehehe, yesssss, finaly after 45days abroad, my parents will be coming home tomorrow and mymymy, how I missed them. I just miss them. My days will never be this boring again. I got my talking buddy again. Whether its work or related problems, all of it would somehow disappear after a brief discussion with my ayah and mak. Now I’m hoping that my immediate boss would approve my leave for tomorrow. Oh god, please… hehehe,  Haaa, KLIA, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah-mak, welcome home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113754920946986217?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113754920946986217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113754920946986217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113754920946986217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113754920946986217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113731310301290456</id><published>2006-01-15T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T16:18:23.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blues...</title><content type='html'>What? Working on a Sunday? Feels weird I tell you. Twilight feeling gitu, hehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113731310301290456?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113731310301290456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113731310301290456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113731310301290456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113731310301290456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/01/sunday-blues.html' title='Sunday Blues...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113707154569090366</id><published>2006-01-12T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:12:25.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha everyone....&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;Huh, I feel damn miserable, not because yesterday we celebrated raya haji but the fact that today is the day my dearest Siti will embark on her exciting journey of becoming a student, a sbp student heheheheh. To make thing worst, I wont be able to send her for her registration day because of WORK. Shit, sometimes I wished that I were still studying or was in my previous company where things tend to bend into my way. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;Sedih sial, serius. I was hoping to send my lil sis to her registration day so bad as both of my parents right now are in the holly land of mecca performing their haji. Waaaaaaaa kesian duh my lil sis. Pray to god that somehow my lil sis would be okay and nad's presence there would somehow ease the transition phase. Right now they are preparing for the trip to Johore and seriously I feel BOSAN, no correction... am BOSAN. Sabar jer laa.. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;Anyways, last night outing to Swensen's with my family was great! Shit, we practicaly ordered the whole menu. Hahahaha klaka siul, we ate till our stomach were full, ordered all the desert known to mankind hahahahah. Siti, if ur reading this, I just want to tell u how much I love u and proud of u for scoring 5A's in ur UPSR. Bangga siut heheh, keep up the good work and pray to god that will achieve all u want in life, amin.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;But still I'm feeling like shit. &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="Times New Roman"&gt;Sorry Siti for not being able to send u to ur new school. Sorry for being a a jerk all this time. Goodluck on your new journey. Goodluck!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113707154569090366?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113707154569090366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113707154569090366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113707154569090366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113707154569090366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/01/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!!!'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113645206711042781</id><published>2006-01-05T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:07:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja??</title><content type='html'>Huh, what a life. This is what they call “working” heheheh. Exhausting beb!. Running through labs and departments just to rectify a simple problem that in the end needs no changing hehehe. Walau… imagine my 3rd day here dah camnih.. I wonder what it feels like when nokia comes in later this April hohoho… Till that glorious day comes, got tons of things and to digest, &lt;a href="mailto:kuman@bob@husaini"&gt;kuman@bob@husaini&lt;/a&gt; out…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113645206711042781?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113645206711042781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113645206711042781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113645206711042781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113645206711042781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/01/kerja.html' title='Kerja??'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113633105878897801</id><published>2006-01-04T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T07:30:58.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ermm...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Survived my first day at the "new" place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Enrolled in their induction course with 18 new colleagues. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s too early to tell but I feel that I’m gonna get busy in the next few weeks hehehe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So there, my 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; entry for the year 2006, hehehe. Chiow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113633105878897801?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113633105878897801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113633105878897801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113633105878897801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113633105878897801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/01/ermm.html' title='Ermm...?'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113608733241084003</id><published>2006-01-01T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:39:24.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Dudes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morning dudes! Happy New Year to my dear bloggie, readers and friends! This year’s celebrations would be my simplest if not the most boring New Year celebration ever. To tell u the truth, driving my car at 160km/h on the federal highway on my way back to kj while the time struck 12.00am 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Jan 2006 is definitely no way to celebrate hehehe. So I was heading home after visiting gasing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 572px; height: 572px;" src="http://tinypic.com/jjbtid.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes gasing, we usually celebrate New Years with a simple gathering (party) but this year is totally different! There was NO LIFE SIGN AT ALL when I reached there around &lt;st1:time hour="20" minute="30" st="on"&gt;8.30pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;. (Actually there’s sin chan enjoying footie, todd n affy chatting away). Seriously dudes, we are definitely getting older! I felt this sudden feeling of sadness and loneliness thinking bout the busyness heheeh each time New Years Eve comes. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone would be busy doing something. I would probably helped making fire for our usual bbq, popo busy organizing and keeping the place neat, affy with all the food arrangements, shapeng as the successful project manager (hehehe I think he’s a damn good leader… that’s why got ptd one heheheh) would oversea all the things that suppose to b done and etc. Everyone would have contributed in some way la &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Its probably the only time in the year we could meet face to face, changing salams with some of the now so called “busy” tied up with work-career living friends heheeh (huh, that was a mouthful). Now, no more. With everyone choosing their own career path, some making huge steps in life like building their own family etc, I bet that meeting each other would be impossible for the coming years to come.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunyi sepi gasing. Freakingly quiet. The mood meter just went to 0 in an instant. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Toyota&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; friends no where to b found, jack uhukhuhkhuk (we, me and affy suspects that the large bonus is somehow related eheheheh). So there, me alone celebrating 2006 looking fireworks far far away while speeding through the night. One helluvaway to celebrate. Tak kesah laa.. atleast I got my love ones in mind. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;What in the hell I did in 2005 laa? What did I accomplish? Which poor soul I managed to hurt? Did I manage to realize all my 2004 resolutions? To think of it, I have achieved, experienced, gone through A LOT in the year 2005. My 2004 resolution got a lot to do with my diet. That time I manage to trim my weight down up to 78kg from 143kg. Last year, I manage to maintain my weight while trying new cardio related activities such as swimming and mountain bike riding to further trim my weight down and syukur alhamdulillah, all my efforts are now turning into reality heheh. Oh before I forget, I recently enrolled in one of the gym here in kelana jaya heheeh. Its kinda like the rocky ambience kinda gym where u have the overdue exercise equipments, a worn out punching bag and one hell of an instructor. To top all those things off, the fee is surely low compared to the high-tech, comfortable gym these days.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Tapi serious dudes. The instructor tuh garang giler! Just imagine on my first day there, for the sake of gauging my stamina, first he asked me ride the stat bike for 10 mins, then the treadmill for like 50mins and when I thought it was over, he forced me to do the routine weight lift right after my run! I was that close to dying! I FELT MY HEART HOT! He said I pass his test heheeheh. I’M THAT GOOD HAHAHAH. So now, after work I stop by at his gym to do my usual cardio and weight resistance exercise everyday and I’m blessed that now I don’t have to worry about the weather anymore hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So my weight management program settled. Now about my life. I achieved 2 of my greatest 2005 resolution last year. First is to find a more suitable-experience rewarding work that suits my engineering background and second is to find my love of my life. Syukur to Allah S.W.T that both of it came true. After 5 – 6 interviews and puluhan resume I sent either through jobstreet or direct to their respective company HR, I manage to get myself a new job. Interestingly enough, I start my new work on &lt;st1:date month="1" day="3" year="2006" st="on"&gt;the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Jan 2006&lt;/st1:date&gt;! Talk about timing, heheheh. That done, my 2006 resolution would be to be a dedicated, loyal worker different from who I was these past years.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friends and people always tell me that jodoh ditangan tuhan. Usaha and mostly timing would seal one’s fate with another (betulka?? Correct me if im wrong okay?). I think I found mine. My soul mate, My nadie, there, my bold confession if u asks me. We clicked the moment we met. Though we studied together in Banting, enrolled in the freakingly unexplainable course (engineering laa heheh) in UM, yet my heart was not ready or I was naïve those years in UM. Those 4 years in UM is the best time any man could ever have! Playing computer games all night long, talk and more talk, movies and more movies and etc. (Mayb my appearance didn’t help either heheeh). I remembered her clearly for her outstanding performance in UM annual theatrical competition where she clinched the best female actress year 2000 (I think). &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must have passed her by countless of time without ever noticing or even giving her salam in my years in the engineering fac in UM. Years pasts us by when by coincidental luck we met during our friends movies night out (the island). At first I laughed my heart (dlm hatilaa heheh) out noticing this girl wearing big safety boots with all the trademark of wan and jack (giler keje). We sat right next at each other. Honestly I was kinda uncomfortable (siaper tak &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?) at first but that day I was totally focused on THE ISLAND. Its one damn good movie heheheh. Then after that night, we went out on other occasion. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She loves entering contests. Unlike me, she wins most of the contests she entered. She wins; we go claim the prize hehehe. She wins, we go claim the prize. This involves a lot of meeting u know, so then the rest as I like to put it is HISTORY. One thing led to another and now I’m high just thinking about her. Nad, I really LOVE YOU. Yet another bold but true statement from me. Never I felt this high. Thank god for giving me the chance to love somebody. Its truly one damn good feeling. I found “the” one. Now it’s up to us to make things work. I’m gonna revamp my lifestyle to ensure no more overflow “if u will” of money to prepare for wonderful things to come. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2006 will also see me taking unprecedented investment risk that I pray to Allah that will turn out to be successful. I have experienced ups and low in this section of my life being the worst investment decision I made was on last year and I truly for one learned it the HARD way. I’ll make sure that anything I do will be supported by enough relevant info before taking any monetary decision, insyallah. If everything turns to be okay like the previous month, I’m gonna share this with the world, so till that wonderful day comes, I’ll lay low heheheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 534px;" src="http://tinypic.com/jjl08k.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One of the resolution I updated from last year would be able to a good son to both of my wonderful loving parents, a good (I’ll try okay heheheh) to my lil sis and bro, a good companion to all my dear friends, a loyal servant to Allah S.W.T, and finaly uhum uhum (I was thinking of not typing this hehehe) a wonderful lover to my dearest Nadie. There, my ultimate 2006 resolution. Some of them are already in motion while some of them are in the process. Sesh, spent an hour writing this hehehehe. Serves me right. I have neglected u my dear bloggie and for that I’m truly sorry. My personal goal to you bloggie is to have atleast 5 entry per week starting from this, hhehehe so cheer up will you? To end this long overdue entry, here are some of the familiar pictures I took the whole 2005 year, enjoy k? Okay, I think I wrote enough and its finaly time to mandi2 and head up to gasing, fyi my streamyx kinda fucked up so ill be uploading this entry soon, bulehkan popo? Heeheh till the next entry, HAPPY NEW YEAR DUDES!!!! Huh….     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s: sedih sial dgr ceriter gasing will disband anytime soon, gonna seriously consider to buy that property if I got the moolah soon….&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;p/s2: heheheheh walaupun right now im craving for the xbox360, ps2 will totally kick Microsoft ass in the long run heheheh, and keng if your reading this, I heard ko nak balik mesia next month!!! Happy sial hahahahahahahahaha. Dun’t forget to buy ehem ehem stuff for me will ya!! Heheehh C U Soon. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113608733241084003?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113608733241084003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113608733241084003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113608733241084003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113608733241084003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-dudes.html' title='Happy New Year Dudes!!!'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113574102933484184</id><published>2005-12-28T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:37:09.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Good morning people! What a grand, beautiful and wonderful day! Never had I felt so ecstatic like today! Sorry bloggie for neglecting you all this time. What a life! Is this what living feels like? Sesh, thousands of wonderful things has passed me through but honestly, I just can’t seem to write them all. It’s like freaking hard to write! I can’t express my feeling in writing. I’m smiling like crazy and right now all I am in the process of moving.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yep, packing for my new company. See, I’m lost for words. So there’s my simple entry to make my bloggie happy….&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113574102933484184?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113574102933484184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113574102933484184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113574102933484184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113574102933484184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/12/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113522888125379224</id><published>2005-12-22T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:24:56.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terluper siut...</title><content type='html'>How careless I could be? Yesterday after arriving home from work, I decided to get rid of all the unwanted stuff from my car when suddenly I realized something. Shit. Not again. Sesh, wohoooo, how time pasts me by. Give it a rather closer inspection just to make sure. Then I felt this sudden rush of “syukur”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 561px; height: 419px;" src="http://tinypic.com/iyfura.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My road tax was past due for 3 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expired on September 1st 2005 and I’ve like visited semenanjung Malaysia during all this time. Melaka to Perak. Just imagine if anything would have happen? Mati katak woooo. With no coverage what so ever. A drive on my car now would be an offence. Freakingly weird. How come eh? As for now, I am getting my road tax and insurance renewed and am hoping that all of the process would be completed by this coming Friday! Waaa I really need my car laaa.. Okay dude, gonna sort this matter out! Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113522888125379224?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113522888125379224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113522888125379224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113522888125379224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113522888125379224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/12/terluper-siut.html' title='Terluper siut...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113513618271321149</id><published>2005-12-21T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T11:40:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR ME MUAHAAHAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>FEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Encounter Assault Recon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.sierra.com/product.do?gamePlatformId=1833&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the 2005 game of the year. I got a hold of a copy last night from a close friend. Before this I was hearing rumors and also read rave reviews bout this game and to tell you the truth, my obsession with computer games has since deteriorate after halflife 2 was published early last year. Half life2 after years of waiting somehow came out as a disappointment for me. FEAR totally restored my faith in fps game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. Now I definitely know why FEAR received the game of the year award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics?. Drop Dead Gorgeous. Out of this world clarity, psychics and the smoothness (walaaaaau…)….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound?.  Eeeeerieeeeeee, pair it with a an EAX 2.0 enabled soundcard + 7.1 surround speakers with dimmed lighting at 4 am in the morning and u will definitely HEAR what FEAR is all about heheeheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay?. I was totally immersed into the game just after a few minutes of intro and playing time… Its gonna be a wonderful, eeerrieee, psycho roller coaster ride. Strapped my seatbelts on and pray that I won’t loose it heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant is the word I chose to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/ix8avc.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear me muahahaahahahah, but seriously dudes, fear that girl laaa huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared shitless with many surprises lurking in every corner of the game. The ambience, the psychotic sound sends chills over my spine. “That girl”--- Huhuuhu cuak seh. I was like pumping lead into any moving object in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesh, now I am gonna stop raving about FEAR. This is a must-play (hehehe) game to all game freaks outhere. FEAR is waiting FOR YOU.  It’s gonna be a long weekend I reckon. I pity my neighbour. Somehow I felt that last night opps morning, (played till 4am) was tooo loud, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until THE END or I reached 99% completion of FEAR, kuman…..sshhh hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113513618271321149?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113513618271321149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113513618271321149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113513618271321149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113513618271321149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/12/fear-me-muahaahahahaha.html' title='FEAR ME MUAHAAHAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113446339681160931</id><published>2005-12-13T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:49:08.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Amin &amp; Ina. The perfect couple. The perfect pair made in heaven. I am happy for u two heheheh. Had a great time attending both sides of their wedding. Last fortnight we attended Ina’s side in Alor Gajah, Melaka where fortunately we (me and nadie) met up with Amin’s rombongan to Ina’s House hehehe. Sweeeeet, got to capture the whole journey in video and also took dozen’s of pic. It was surely a memorable day. One of my closest friends getting married huhu. Suke sial. The first time I witness the “adat tol” as people were referring and how I thought that people made them up just to scare the future groom to hell hehehe. To be honest, I too was a little intimidated by those people initiaing the “toll” hehehe. Ikut hati nak jer aku letak kad touch and go kat  dahi depa and buat bunyi tut..tut… sesh.. hehehe takpun kluarkan smart tag hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to Mecca to perform their haji last Monday. It’s such a mixed feeling. Happy because they were happy for successfully securing places to Mecca but I personally felt sad because they would be leaving us for some time. Thank god, and I really mean it that we have grown up. I clearly remembered the first time they went. Felt like dying, the future’s dimmed and felt sad for 2 months hehheeh. Now with the advent of high tech communication infrastructure (poyo maut heheh), reaching our parents is no more a problem heheh. Seriously dudes, it’s like a call away. Sounded soooo near. Anyways, I pray that both of my parents would achieve haji mabrur and pray that someday that I would visit Mecca, insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro on the other hand decided to get a Persian cat for our lovely lil sis to cure her sadness and to cheer her up (sedih parents gi haji …). Yep… we have a cat, a Persian cat hehehe. At first we named our cat snow but after awhile, it sounded a little cheesy heheh, a cat named snow??? Heheh common laaa tak biasa kan?? So we debated summore when one day our pak teh who came to visit accidentally called the cat tuting heheheh (its like kucing but ngade n gedik2 mode..) tuting, tuting…. so there, the 9th official member of our family, tuting heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Saturday, the day I’ve been waiting for…kenduri amin plak. Ipoh, here we come heheh. I was looking forward for this day. A trip with my nadie hehehe,. Best best. The trip was a blast! It was everything I hope it to b. It was revitalizing, refreshing and it’s surely nice to do something out of the ordinary. (like holidaying??? Hehehe).  Stayed at syidee’s house in k.kangsar while nadie stayed at her auntie’s then met up with affy n todd in the morning and head up to penang to celebrate syidee’s fiancé birthday. Happy birthday tasya if you happen to read this. Huh.. What a life. Somehow I feel that I am a totally changed and I feel blessed. My life have a greater meaning right this moment and I am loving it. I am gonna enjoy every sec of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, currently I got some interesting project that I personally see a future. At first I was skeptical with the project/thing/program (call it anything.. heheh) but after doing a thorough research, meeting friends and hearing countless testimonials from people who are already succeeded in this project, I decided to give it a go and interestingly I am currently waiting for the fruits of my labor. Sesh, I’ll update from time to time but for u guys who are interested, click &lt;a href="http://www.12dailypro.com/?ref=134219"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, So until the next update, kuman (thinking bout changing my callname actually heheheh) signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/il92yx.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/il93c0.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;congrats amin n ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/il93ps.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;penang, here we come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/il93fd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy bday tasya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8068340-113446339681160931?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113446339681160931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113446339681160931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113446339681160931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113446339681160931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113394568659249072</id><published>2005-12-07T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:54:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malasnyer....</title><content type='html'>Long since my last posts. Now I’m currently wondering what I did these past few weeks. Sesh, seriously missed my bloggie though yesterday the net was a lil f**c*ed up heheh. Now it’s ok but still I’m too lost for words. What should I write? It seems that there too many topics in mind but still I am trying hard to express them in words. Happy? Yes I am happy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The sole reason I had this blog is to write my diet and exercise adventure but now its look like it’s more filled with my current life n bullshits rather than these so called adventure. For your info, I just can’t trim down anymore. It seems that 77kg is the max weight I can achieve. I even tried to double or even tripled my effort but to no avail. I truly had arrived at the my weight plateau point. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What should I do? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ish, mmg malas giler nak tulis, so after this, I’m gonna take deep breaths and write all about last week for my own personal amusement hehehehe.. till tomorrow, chalo huhuhu&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113394568659249072?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113394568659249072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113394568659249072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113394568659249072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113394568659249072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/12/malasnyer.html' title='Malasnyer....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113383832921376538</id><published>2005-12-06T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T11:05:29.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113383832921376538?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113383832921376538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113383832921376538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113383832921376538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113383832921376538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/12/why.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113325596448170557</id><published>2005-11-29T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:19:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I RESIGNED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOHD HUSAINI BIN UJANG&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;IPN 00--7&lt;/p&gt;   _____________________________________________________________________     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;General Manager&lt;br /&gt;K-------------------- Sdn. Bhd.&lt;br /&gt;35, Jalan 1B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Putra&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taman&lt;/st1:place&gt; Equine&lt;br /&gt;43900 Seri Kembangan&lt;br /&gt;Selangor&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;(Attn:&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;30 November 2005&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Ref: RESIGNATION&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I hereby tender my resignation by giving one (1) month notice with effect from 1 December 2005.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My last day of service would be on the 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; December 2005.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yours faithfully,&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOHD HUSAINI BIN UJANG&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;C/C : Human Resource Manager&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;: K--- Director&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There, finished my simple resignation letter. Simple and straight to the point. This is by far the most significant step I’ve taken in my so called career life. I hope one day I’ll open this entry and a smile would appear in this face of mine reminding me that this is the right decision I took that led me to the life I always imagined with my future wife and family. So for now, I got 30 days to burn before I enter my new company !!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let the enjoyment begin…….hehehehehehe&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113325596448170557?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113325596448170557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113325596448170557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113325596448170557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113325596448170557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-resigned.html' title='I RESIGNED...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113316285141285390</id><published>2005-11-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:27:33.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikan bakar istana</title><content type='html'>Huh. Just came back from a loooooong lunch with zaid, stone, pullah n tp…. Bestnyer.. ermmmmmm, yummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113316285141285390?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113316285141285390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113316285141285390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113316285141285390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113316285141285390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/ikan-bakar-istana.html' title='Ikan bakar istana'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113282474954808712</id><published>2005-11-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:36:43.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Open House</title><content type='html'>The open house was a blast! Sesh, never thought the turn up would be like that night! It’s like a mini Banting-Um-5th-Sdar-Friends reunion all jumbled up together. It was nice meeting long lost MIA friends and being able to catch up and seeing happy faces was definitely priceless. Thanks for coming and I am sorry I wasn’t able to attend to u all, ehem ehem ramai gler okay hehehehe sorry sesangat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the catering company who did a splendid job on organizing and providing the magnificent foods and beverage. Langat Catering’s the name heheh. For more contact info u guys can leave me a msg (free advertisement tuh….). Anyways, I just want to say how blessed and lucky I am laaaa.. Seriously dude and dudes hehe (ader ker ntah ayat nih) You really made my 25 years existence meaningful and I hope that this friendship would continue till the day I die hehehe (super poyo but I mean it heheheh). So until the next open house, enjoy the night’s pic…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 581px; height: 581px;" src="http://tinypic.com/hs51sy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to have known each every one of you ehehehe.. serious wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Heheheh I’m a sucker for picasa’s collage pictures right now….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113282474954808712?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113282474954808712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113282474954808712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113282474954808712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113282474954808712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/2005-open-house.html' title='2005 Open House'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113263358003159939</id><published>2005-11-21T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T12:34:59.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend hohohoo</title><content type='html'>What a memorable weekend. Started my Saturday abruptly with a call from elly (my bro’s gf) telling us that she just had an accident. Scrambled and drove to the scene finding that our waja was mangled and stopped dead in the middle of the tunnel near Sri Petaling towards Sg Besi (Kesas Highway end). Dd’s quick thinking had prevented from further disaster. Syukur alhamdulillah nothing worse happened but it did postpone my meeting with my nadie, (yeah right…) hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this brilliant idea just came…. Why don’t I ask her to come and main masak2 with my mom, siti and the others? The Pulitzer prize idea of all time ehehehe at least for me laa kan, then the rest was sweeeeeet. Nothing beats watching important women in your life having fun, laughing away. It’s hard to explain in words people. The day ended pretty well with more close friends came beraya2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then came Sunday. I thought it will be one of those typical Sunday where you just relax and start thinking bout what to wear, what to do the coming Monday but nooo… Its like a mini adventure altogether. Picked up nadie early in the morning, went to KL plaza and start queuing. Confirmed heheheh, one of her hobby and certaintly my new one is freebies hunting. Just imagine the freebies we accumulated that day, huh tak cukup tangan weh hahahahah… To top that day off, we as the first 50 customers got the chance to drive the smart car by merc in KL. It’s sure a memorable drive. Heaven…..So to sum up what the hell I’ve been doing last week, here’s a pic for my personal reminder heheheeh.. Man…. I’m high……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 611px; height: 611px;" src="http://tinypic.com/fyiatd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113263358003159939?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113263358003159939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113263358003159939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113263358003159939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113263358003159939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-weekend-hohohoo.html' title='My weekend hohohoo'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113231741456940857</id><published>2005-11-18T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:58:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed You...</title><content type='html'>Huh, just got back from training on lift and escalator design in KL. Missed my blogie and decided to scribble something on it. Something funny happened during my journey from klcc to station university but unfortunately I didn’t have my phone cable with me so I’ll post those pics at a later time. Geli buleh tak? Heheh, just imagine seing some gayish action being displayed right in front of u? Heheh, klaka n geli at the same time. Susah nak terangkan n yep, pictures speaks louder than words heheeh ( ye ker?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, oklay.. gonna get ready for Affie’s open housie, till next time, buhbye n have a blast weekend will ya? heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 315px;" src="http://tinypic.com/fye3v6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius weh, the man on the left nih mmg saiko... siap makan rambut mamat on the right tuh...&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/8068340-113231741456940857?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113231741456940857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113231741456940857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113231741456940857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113231741456940857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/missed-you.html' title='Missed You...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113210533315388174</id><published>2005-11-16T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:42:13.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power siut heheheh</title><content type='html'>I am one proud brother. My Siti got 5A’s for her UPSR and right now I am feeling quite guilty and happy at the same time. Jahat gler suit aku. Knowing her carefree attitude, things like watching anime dvd till 3 – 4 am in the morning, reading love novels rather than upsr books at the brink of upsr itself, hanging out with her friends and etc, senang ceriter selamba tahap cipan laa kan, I personally thought she has neglected her studies n chose to terima seadanya.. hehehehe&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But today (opps last night), she has proved me wrong… she definitely got that brilliance inherited by us brothers hehehe.. that kind of “smart” if u will laa. The kind that upsr and pmr takder halnyer hehehehe. Haaaaaa… 5a’s huhu, now what we got to do is to find one good deserving school for her to develop her knowledge and to quench her fascination towards the Japanese language…. Ermmm any ideas? Tkc?, stf? Hehehehe me personally I chose the later hohoho…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113210533315388174?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113210533315388174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113210533315388174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113210533315388174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113210533315388174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/power-siut-heheheh.html' title='Power siut heheheh'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113195199642335162</id><published>2005-11-14T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:07:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pening...</title><content type='html'>Huh, what a blurry Monday. Shit. Can’t seem to focus. Can’t concentrate. Its been fuzzy the whole day through. Am I in some kind of dream? Please god, I really got to snap out of it. It’s messing with my life. Shit.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues? No laa.. It can’t be. This is too serious. What’s wrong with me la… I’m all over the place. People, help ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113195199642335162?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113195199642335162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113195199642335162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113195199642335162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113195199642335162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/pening.html' title='Pening...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113167281403968149</id><published>2005-11-11T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:33:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Ok, now I’m freakingly impressed. Blogging directly from words?? Call me lame or slow but this is really damn cool hohohohooho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113167281403968149?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113167281403968149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113167281403968149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113167281403968149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113167281403968149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/waaaaaa.html' title='Waaaaaa'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113167014748090060</id><published>2005-11-11T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:49:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya Anti Rasuah kan.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyone read The Star front page yesterday? The story where steps are taken to curb bribery and corruption amongst police officers and their subordinates? &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/11/10/nation/12550043&amp;sec=nation&amp;amp;focus=1"&gt;Saya Anti Rasuah&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luckily for them, the campaign started three days to late….&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;8/11/2005 (Based on a recent true event experienced by me heheh)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way back from an interview in Shah Alam, decided to call a fren when I got pulled over by a police patrol car….Here is the conversation I had with the police traffic dude.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shit, … &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;” Bagi lesen and ic”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau :&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;“Apa salah saya Tuk?” (sebab tak tau &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; salah sendiri…)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;”Memandu sambil bercakap guna handphone??, “&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ß&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dengan nada perli&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;”Ohhh… saya ingat lampu signal rosak ker aper ker….”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;”Adik tau tak sekarang Ops Sikap 9? Apa2 kesilapan jalanraya kene mandatory saman rm300!”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;”Ohh ye ker???... matilah saya Tuk., dah datang daripada Seremban, tak biasa dengan tempat nih…..(Luckily my ic had my Sremban address on it heheh)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;”Ohh ye ker… adik dari mana nak kemana?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;”Baru balik daripada iview dan nak balik ke Seremban… tak biase jalan2 sini…(sebab2)”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;”Macamana interview? Nampak &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ok jer” (sumpah dier tanye soalan nih!!!)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;”Ok, confident, tapi saya dari nkve tadi jln nih tak biase… mcm maner nak ke Seremban..( ya allah, aku nak muntah biler ingat balik ayat2 nih!!!)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;“Ohh camtuh.. u terus jer jln nih n belok kiri sebelah midvalley karang..(SEBAB2)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;”Ok, terima kasih Tuk, ader care lain nak settle &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; nih tak??”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;“Dengan &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; konon2 nak tulis saman sambil senyum tersengih… Bagi duit raya buleh?”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;”(Seraya membuka dompet)…. Jeng3, ader rm 40 jer Tuk…”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;“Minyak kereta cukup? (Sambil memandang fuel gauge kerete den…)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Perantau:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;“Cukup Tuk, 1/2full tuh…. Tapi depan nih takder tol ker Tuk (Satu lagi kenyataan yang cukup menyayat hati…), sebab saya baru lepas tol batu 3 tadi, ntah2 ader lagi tol”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -72pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Police A&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;“(Muka berubah kesian… sumpah dude!!!!), Takder dah.. tol pun kat Sg Besi dan rm7.20 ke Seremban….”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when I thought the police men would let me go for the minor road fault, &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;rm30 jer ok laa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;…”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;there, babi laaa polisi nih, how pathetic must I be laaa? Sebab aku tak tau jalan federal highway nih &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Aku tak tau highway kr seremban &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;? Kimex tahap anjing laaaa…. Parted with my rm30 and just to look even sillier I waived the money as high as I possibly could before being scolded by that polisi man hehehe….&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Haaaaa…. Taktau laaa, knowing our Malaysian policemen, I dunt think we could curb bribery as easy as wearing a silly badge showing “Saya Anti Rasuah”. It’s a problem that I think spans within the lowest of the low to the highest ranking officer, just me 2 cents. So that’s about it… Until the next road adventure heheh (mayb I’ll do my own experiment with policemen who wears these badges… heheh), Kuman signing off.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113167014748090060?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113167014748090060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113167014748090060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113167014748090060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113167014748090060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/saya-anti-rasuah-kan.html' title='Saya Anti Rasuah kan.....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113151865133821108</id><published>2005-11-09T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:44:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Raya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m back. My weirdest Raya ever. 10 days of relaxation. Days full of open houses, movies, starbucks and countless visits to the mamak stall. Just finished sorting out all my emails, letters and etc. Mood for work currently = o. Now I’ve decided to write my weird raya experience just for the sake of wasting time before my lunch break at 1 hehehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Raya preparation for this year was kept to a minimum. My parents spending the last 2 weeks of ramadhan in the holy land of mecca largely contribute to this. Me n lil bro just did the best we could do in terms of rearranging the measly furniture we had at that time and also manage to mop clean all the surfaces of our new house. Any maid would glad laa having us as their masters hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As scheduled, our parents, didi and siti touched down on Malaysian soil at 8.30 am a day before raya. I have long felt this feeling before. Nangis leh tak? Hahahah rindu gler babi. Sesh, syukur gler. Was smiling all the way to kj. Finally, after 2 weeks, we are whole again. The first thing didi did, broke laughter all evening round. He excels in mimicking mawi “world” sound…. Belia, Benci Dadah… then that freaking “world”… babi laaa hahahah. (one’s got to hear it to believe it, heheh)&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, drank litres of air zam zam. The thought of I having some bizarre instantaneous combustion did crossed my mind. (I’m that bad kaa? Heheeh) Enjoyed kurma nabi and a whole assortments of goodies from mecca. Ingatkan nak gi takbir raya but remembered that my duit raya is still with affy thus decided to call her which then led me to Starbucks Shah alam with jacko wacko on raya eve. Super raya laa.. heheh&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;ST&lt;/sup&gt; Raya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up quite late. Around 8.10 am actually. Dibembat spt lembu by my bapak. Hahahah. Using our super duper speed, managed to get to the mosque by 8.30am just in time to hear the how-to sembahyang raya guide. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FYI, I had no baju raya. Just one plain ol’ Puma t-shirt with one kain pelekat.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Balik rumah, enjoyed our breakfast with nasi impit and etc. Lepak after zuhur and doze off just to be rudely woken up at 6.45pm. Shit. Tido? Hehehe. Then the never b4 event happened. We as one big happy family went to IKEA on raya night to SHOP!! Hahaa.. Super rare. Usually, this time around, we would be on the road visiting countless relatives tak kissah di Melaka or even in Pahang,&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But no… instead, we shopped. A weird raya indeed. The night ended with me having one very cool door stopper and a metal basket bin heheheh.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Day of raya to Now hehehehhehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than going to frens open house, all I suppose is definitely the same. Bangun lambat, mandi lambat, enjoyed nip/tuck season2 and this vicious circle keeps on repeating up to the final days of my vacation heheh. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sesh, pening plak… I’ll continue soon, btw, how bout &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; raya laa… mine was B.I.A.S.A… &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113151865133821108?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113151865133821108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113151865133821108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113151865133821108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113151865133821108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/11/weird-raya.html' title='Weird Raya...'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113046104341025488</id><published>2005-10-28T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:22:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir Dan Batin</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a 2 days super ultra boring course on troubleshooting a/c systems in Armada, PJ. The only thing good and jolly about the course is the fact that its damn near to my kj house heheh and the activities ended 4.30pm precisely everyday hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been quite sometime since my last post. The past a few week was a blast. Someone new in my life. Somebody that gives new meaning to my life. Its been an emotional roller coaster ride. Never felt weird and happy like this before. I hope that this "thingy" would end as i hope and pray it would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, its kinda, nope.. its boring living on your own. I mean, my parents and both of my lil sis and bro went performing their Umrah and somethings like sahur by ur completely self really really doesnt feels quite right. Its used to be crazy and noisy but having ur sahur with urself is completely different. The eerie feeling... I missed them laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough off depressing and boring stuff. I just want to wish all bloggers, readers and to all my frens a very Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri and Maaf Zahir Dan Batin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113046104341025488?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113046104341025488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113046104341025488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113046104341025488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113046104341025488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-maaf.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir Dan Batin'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113020845205144177</id><published>2005-10-25T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:47:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>....................................................................... wordless, sesh.. I'm that mess up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113020845205144177?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113020845205144177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113020845205144177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113020845205144177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113020845205144177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-113005079506056277</id><published>2005-10-23T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:59:55.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh.....</title><content type='html'>Waaa.. life, another perfect Saturday... tiring but definetely worth every sec of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-113005079506056277?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/113005079506056277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=113005079506056277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113005079506056277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/113005079506056277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/huh.html' title='Huh.....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112978567946659051</id><published>2005-10-20T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:38:43.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Home Sweet Home. After months of constant traveling, every day bickering with the contractor, changes here, there, constant wall hacking and hundreds of rectifications, our new house is I would say 98% completed. Now comes the ultra important stage for any project manager would have to endure….. The finishing stages. I tell you &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, ko buat laa project rm1 million, 10 mill ker, 100 mill ker just nak lebih2, but if u fail the finishing stage, then u fail the whole project. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a totally relaxing feeling. The fact that &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;our&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; house is near to all who/what importants to me is totally soothing. Gasing, UM? It’s like a 10 min drive away. OU? KLCC? Heheh all the places we used to have this stupid-regret-penat- feeling when ever we are the way back to Sremban is currently non existent. Dunno bout u guys out there but I definitely feel lucky and bless for having this opportunity. Heheh I think pics would be more self explanatory right? Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 579px; height: 579px;" src="http://tinypic.com/es3g9t.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heheh, so last Tuesday my dad made a very last minute plan to organize some kenduri for umrah and with the short amount of time we had, I have to say that the kenduri was a success although the imam didn’t come because of some personal matters. I arrived kinda late with the food ordered far far away…. Anyways, the gasingers did manage to come and here are the pics of us in action…..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112978567946659051?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112978567946659051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112978567946659051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112978567946659051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112978567946659051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112960700802333982</id><published>2005-10-18T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:43:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its like this warmth feeling rushing out all over my body. Its like the feeling having a breath thousands of feet from sea level... its this indescribable feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112960700802333982?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112960700802333982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112960700802333982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112960700802333982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112960700802333982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-like-this-warmth-feeling-rushing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112941997918923126</id><published>2005-10-16T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T07:48:32.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, blessed, blest, blissful, blithe, captivated, cheerful, chipper, chirpy, content, contented, convivial, delighted, ecstatic, elated etc.</title><content type='html'>The most bizzare Saturday in my entire life - period! Did many undescribable things and also experienced one whole new sensation. Now I'm high. I'm happy. My days wont be the same after this day. Oh and btw, here's my final new room after plenty of option and choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/el4ow5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final Product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank God, now i have another reason to enhance myself to b a far more better kuman spiritually and mentallyheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112941997918923126?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112941997918923126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112941997918923126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112941997918923126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112941997918923126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-blessed-blest-blissful-blithe.html' title='Happy, blessed, blest, blissful, blithe, captivated, cheerful, chipper, chirpy, content, contented, convivial, delighted, ecstatic, elated etc.'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112916552779028471</id><published>2005-10-13T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:06:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanak² riang ribena hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just about to make my way to the office when suddenly I realized that my mum was outside doing something. Teranguk-angguk my mum. Went closer and noticed she’s ripping off the plastic covering her car interior and added 2 new oh so femine pillow, heheh. Semangat giler. Seronok duh tgk mak aku suke. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cam&lt;/st1:place&gt; kanak-kanak riang ribena heheheeh. I, being the gigam just started taking pictures of her in action. Seriously dudes, nothing beats watching your own mum smiling and enjoying the simpler things in life, like preparing her new car… hehehe. So that’s my early Thursday start. Enjoy your Thursday too dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 601px; height: 450px;" src="http://tinypic.com/eiv2j4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seronok giler dier heheheh&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/8068340-112916552779028471?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112916552779028471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112916552779028471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112916552779028471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112916552779028471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/kanak-riang-ribena-hehehe.html' title='Kanak² riang ribena hehehe'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112893480164332257</id><published>2005-10-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:28:03.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakun of the year.... Heheheh</title><content type='html'>Sorry for this late entry my jj/tgv/midnight frens hehehe. So here are the pictures as promise. (Pic are arranged according to time sequence.. heheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Heard the familiar sound of NAF545 honking…. Checked the watch, 11.20am (thinking on why in the hell stone arrived sooooo early as the show would start at 11.45am) later I got to know that we were supposed to fetch Cajun who lives like 10 minutes away from jj compared to us.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Okay, here’s our first midnight at TGV, Jaya Jusco Seremban……See our happy and satisfied faces heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 550px; height: 550px;" src="http://tinypic.com/egy16r.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Heheh, there's some overlapping pics due to software prob k, no caption needed, enjoy hohoh, sremban clan, midnight lagi kot this week???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112893480164332257?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112893480164332257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112893480164332257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112893480164332257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112893480164332257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/jakun-of-year-heheheh.html' title='Jakun of the year.... Heheheh'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112872309568458121</id><published>2005-10-08T06:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:08:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Busy-</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="6" st="on"&gt;6 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; and decided to blog while waiting for Subuh with both of my parents. Yesterday I learnt something new. Maybe learning is not the right word. Just experienced would be appropriate. Although painful, it really made me clearly see a part of my life which I haven’t experienced before.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The somehow simple and cruel reality of life. It really opened my eyes. Life’s not that rosy after all. Blessed to Allah for revealing the truth somehow early in my life Amin. Now I know which part of me that I am truly weak both spiritually and mentally and I would now create a plan to make better of my life.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enough of ramblings.. It’s the 4rth day of Ramadhan. How time flies. Now I notice that I get freakin tired most of the evenings. Why? Do anyone have an answer? Yeah, mayb its Puase but I seriously doubt it. Penat giler. Seres. Usually a drive to Seremban would take 25 – 30 mins but now it takes like forever. Siap singgah RNR to just get some mandatory sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last Wednesday I nearly brushed with death when I accidentally slept while overtaking a lorry. Sesh. Just imagine waking in that brief sec just to manage to control my car back to safety. It’s like this adrenalin rushed up to both of my hands trying hard to control my car in the chaos. I stopped abruptly at the side of the highway and took like 15 minutes to reflect what ive had done. Syukur. If not I would have been on the &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="20" st="on"&gt;8pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; news. Sesh…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be honest, it’s kind of hard finding words or topic to write these pasts’ days. Though there’s many in my mind like birthdays, puasa, sms, marriage, interesting topic from my ym discussion and etc but it’s freaking hard to express them. Its like this mental block. Now finaly I got some weird urge and just typed away using my dad’s 9300. (no more broadband… its been disconnected due to the moving process to kj…. Kj for u banting psycho hehehe) Haa, writing bout moving, yep… we are in the process of moving. Finaly. I am so excited. There’s this tons of unwanted rubbish in my current Seremban house ready to be packed and disposed off. My parents are super selective on what items go and what’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As for me, the only things I am going to take with me is my matrix setup pc and also all my dvd&amp;games collection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon I would be auctioning off most of my super xtra large t-shirts and apparel and most probably on ebay or lelong.com. So if anyone of u guys reading know or wants to buy some genuine xxl sized &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Canterbury&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; jersey, just give me a call and I would happily organize a viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talking bout our house, I can see my mum gleaming looking at her new kitchen. Sesh, I dunt know laa.. there’s something about women and their kitchen laa.. I just hope that with all the compartments and new kitchen appliances, her wonderful cooking would be that more wonderfully and exotic heheh. (We have an island gitu, whatever that means heheh). Tak kesah laa kan, as long I see her smile whenever we praise her for her exquisite but rather expensive taste in kitchens heheh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously dudes, picking colours for my room was hell. After 3 changes from Barley to apple green to white, I finally settled on a light orange zest. Dunno what to think no more. I hope it would blend with my future furniture. i am gonna post some of the surrounding pics in the near future. So that’s about it. Now am gonna prepare to visit my Kj home for the last touch up. Heheheh, mymymy typing on this 9300 is a rather weird. Hope u guys will enjoy &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; weekend as I would k…. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112872309568458121?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112872309568458121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112872309568458121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112872309568458121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112872309568458121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/busy.html' title='-Busy-'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112850211660482217</id><published>2005-10-05T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:48:36.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Just want to wish all my muslim frens in Malaysia, and around the world Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112850211660482217?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112850211660482217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112850211660482217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112850211660482217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112850211660482217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/selamat-menyambut-ramadhan.html' title='Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112822286366288225</id><published>2005-10-02T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:05:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawin??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Huh what a busy weekend. First, sent my dad to Bangi for his usual game of golf, made my way back to Seremban and then sent my mum to her usual haji course at masjid as-syakirin near klcc. It was supposed to be a typical Sunday drive but today there was a little exception. The whole 20 minute drive from Seremban to KLCC, the word marriage and responsibilities just kept popping up. Sesh. I listened and was quiet the whole journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum talked about responsibilities that lie within a marriage, the whole lot. How or why my mum talked about it is another mystery altogether. Until now I don’t know what triggered the topic, but one thing I am sure that I was glad the topic was raised-up by my mum. Listening to her point of view was really a revelation. Being a man surely bears humongous responsibilities. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My mum talked bout the reason why there are so many divorce cases amongst the “baby boomers” generations. Simply put that these divorce couples just don’t understand the core or foundation of any marriage bonding. It’s just not only the akad. It involves understanding, extremely high toleration or gives &amp; takes between husband and wife. &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I can clearly see the sacrifices made by either gender to experience a wonderful and successful marriage. For all these years, I’ve always taken simple things and thoughts for granted but now after the thorough preaching’s by my mum heheh, my current understanding for any human relationship especially marriage has been heighten to another level. I just hope I can utilize all the new info i gathered during the 20 minutes to better use in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ishh, ngantuk heheh I continue later aa k? Kuman from Seremban (jj) signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: another marriage tips for husband &amp;amp; wifey outhere... try asking for forgiveness everyday for any reason (if u dont have one... make one laa) from our spouse heheh... It'll do wonders, seriously....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112822286366288225?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112822286366288225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112822286366288225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112822286366288225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112822286366288225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/10/kawin.html' title='Kawin??'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112798375009155060</id><published>2005-09-29T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:49:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112798375009155060?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112798375009155060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112798375009155060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112798375009155060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112798375009155060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112796666216390573</id><published>2005-09-29T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:11:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yuhuu!! Now I got another reason (ader ker lain selain my family??) to come home to Seremban. Make a wild guess la. It’s a super happy and good news for people of negeri 9 particularly those in the Seremban area. Yep. You guys guess it right. Read today’s paper. It’s official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/s2_map2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/320/s2_map1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jaya jusco will be officially open tomorrow. Shit, Jaya Jusco in Seremban? It’s like 2km from my Bkt Chedang home hehe. It’s definitely gonna be like Midvalley for us who lived near UM. Finally after years of pain and agony (tak pun heheh) of going to the same and dull shopping area, with less choice and no value for money item, (terminal one, seremban parade) we finally have another hotspot. Its look like Lian Yik got another competitor to worry about eh? Heheh. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Looking at the participating outlet is enuf to make my budget go haywire. TGV in Seremban 2?. Common man, we (me and stone) can just like go there and catch a movie of our liking in minutes! Talk about location hehehe. Kudos to those people who are directly and indirectly involved in the existence of JJ. It’s like our dream came true. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seremban 2 property is surely selling like hot cakes right now. Rugi oo tak beli umah dulu sini, to those ppl who didn’t la &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; hehehe. To Stone and Shelly, I recommend we do our majlis bukak pose secare kecil2-an here. Ok tak? Heheh. So there goes my weekend. Okler dudes, kuman from seremban, signing off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112796666216390573?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112796666216390573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112796666216390573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112796666216390573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112796666216390573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/yuhuu-now-i-got-another-reason-ader.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112786926727109581</id><published>2005-09-28T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:41:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hefty breakfast and feel rather cheeky right now. Last weekend was a blast. Had a first try with our 2nd airline provider- air asia and my personal opinion, its totally a must if flying within &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Excruciatingly cheap, fun and hassle free. To top that off, we booked within their 2 days promo period and got another 80% off from their original price. Like express bus ticket jer dude!. Sesh, the parking ticket in KLIA was that much expensive laa. Demnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, spending my time near paddy fields and green surroundings. Kept my mind off from many life problems and somehow rejuvenated my body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated dd's graduation day and being gigam, we manage to take like hundreds pic of our self in happy mode heheh. Gonna update my fp (as shapeng puts it laa &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;) soon. Ish, felt demn sleepy after devouring 3 – 4 ubat for my cough.. Ok dude’s till next time. Chiow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112786926727109581?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112786926727109581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112786926727109581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112786926727109581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112786926727109581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy......'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112778458603611190</id><published>2005-09-27T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:29:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>Just got back from UUM. My chest feels lowsy. I'm coughing 2 weeks straight. Gonna have an x-ray. There's my lowsy Tuesday. Cheers U guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112778458603611190?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112778458603611190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112778458603611190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112778458603611190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112778458603611190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112744465057786993</id><published>2005-09-23T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:04:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekends Dudes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ok, here is what my weekend gonna be if there is no aral melintang etc, heheh&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Friday Night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my weekly dose of Keow Teow Utara at Murni SS2 with a couple of frens. I don’t know what to say la guys, the food there is simply out-of-this-world and we enjoy the auntie’s way to sum up our bills heheh; 2.2, 5.6 heheh takyah (.) buleh tak? Kuikuikuikui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;According to plan, were gonna watch the movie FLIGHT PLAN. Weh, I personally hope that this is a go. It’s been a long time since we watch a movie 2gether laa. Although my last movie was with Stone :p. (like last week hehehe)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Saturday &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Enjoy my usual cool morning breeze run in UM. Pray that the usual girl ader laa.. This girl has superb stamina I tell you. During the past 4 – 5 weeks, I usually stumble upon her and “we” usually run for 4 – 5 rounds just to see who falters first heheheh. It’s like weird. I’m addicted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Maybe have a round of tennis with Hafez n &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Po&lt;/st1:place&gt;, njoy our bfast in Raju have our weekly lunch at Zainul’s Nasi Kandar and finish off my day sleeping (effect after eating zainul’s nasi kandar). Pack up and will head straight back to Seremban in the evening.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Have a run in Seremban SS2 Park. This park rocks dude!! Seriously jam packed with mat rempit, joggers and etc. Gonna get ready for my flight to Alor Star scheduled at 10.25am. Were gonna celebrate my bro’s graduation in UUM this coming Monday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Gonna have a tour of Alor Star with a close fren that I called last Friday (power siul heheh). Follow my dad to his usual game of golf. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Monday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Take loads of pic of my bro’s on his graduation day. Congratulation if u somehow come across this blog la &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; heeheh. Freakin proud laaa, my bro (didi) who every time when the pmr and spm results comes out, this invisible dark cloud of boredom just would appear and bring everybody’s mood’s down. Kesian duh hehehe, but still we manage to cheer him up every time!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;But our family esp my dad didn’t loose any hope and confident that someday that he’ll change for the better and change he did! He managed to acquire a diploma and manage to further his degree on International Business in UUM and now one of the dean list award holder for this coming Monday’s graduation. Sesh, even aku pun tak pernah dapat dean list, I AM A FREAKIN PROUD BRO LAA hehehehe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well, after all the gigam session, I’m gonna catch my 8.30pm flight back to KLIA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ermmm.. Lets see what the future holds for me laa &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.. heheh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that’s all my itenary for the weekend. I hope all would go as planned and I wish you all an enjoyable weekend ahead!.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112744465057786993?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112744465057786993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112744465057786993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112744465057786993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112744465057786993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-weekends-dudes.html' title='Happy Weekends Dudes!!'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112726526670312929</id><published>2005-09-21T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:32:01.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;What a way to start my Wednesday. Got a phonecall from my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah : "Nini, (what the heck) ko dah bayar saman kete lum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :" Erm..erm..lum, kenaper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah :"Esok hari last diskaun 50%off utk saman!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :"Okay..... (followed by a long silence), okay, lepas nih nini check the nearest balai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah:"tut..tut..tut (hung up the phone)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sms number given by popo to check my summons through sms, I sms'ed(ader ker?? hehe) away and hoping that there would be 1 or 2 summons and even hoped that there would be non. Right..... Then the unimaginable happened, a stream of sms just kept pouring through....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgf8**5 Kesalahan-Memandu melebihi had laju-RM****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jgf8**5 Kesalahan-Memandu melebihi had laju-RM****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jgf8**5 Kesalahan-Memandu melebihi had laju-RM****&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Really. 13 Summonses. 10 of them during my bro's days. Checked the amount and felt that this unseen pressure just landed on me. Mymymy.... Checked rilek.com.my and currently browsing the nearest place to settle the debt. That’s my damn Wednesday. K dudes, gonna take this discount opportunity while it lasts. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112726526670312929?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112726526670312929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112726526670312929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112726526670312929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112726526670312929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/saman.html' title='Saman'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112700143305777949</id><published>2005-09-18T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:11:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud 9</title><content type='html'>Tagged along with a friend and went on doing something I never expected to do in my life time. Here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/320/me%20n%20marsha1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See how big my nose is ? (control macho siut hahahah) Heheheh Marsha oh marsha hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112700143305777949?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112700143305777949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112700143305777949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112700143305777949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112700143305777949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/cloud-9.html' title='Cloud 9'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112688499073292382</id><published>2005-09-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:07:38.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji Fan??</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Survived my first Mandarin lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I get from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can introduce myself, my country and my company with ease.&lt;br /&gt;"Wo Shi kuman"&lt;br /&gt;"Wo Shi Ma la xi ya"&lt;br /&gt;Shi is yes and Bu Shi is No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur in Mandarin is waaayyy to weird man, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously felt "weird"+ a litle stupid when I say it loud and in sync with like 20 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i realize the dificulty or complexity of Mandarin language. They got like this 6 main vowels and with 4 "Tang"--- (Like harkat in jawi laa heheh) and each different Tang results in different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I can sumehow sense that it'll be a long way before I master this language but our language instructor guarantees that we'll master the basic Mandarin before our final class scheduled Feb 2006. Feb 2006? Hohoho, I definetly got time to improve ehehehe. By that time i hope i'll get to say Wo Ai Ni to sumeone hohoho, okler dude.... chiow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112688499073292382?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112688499073292382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112688499073292382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112688499073292382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112688499073292382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/ji-fan.html' title='Ji Fan??'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112684342785435164</id><published>2005-09-16T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:03:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a nice weekend!</title><content type='html'>Have A Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;by Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?&lt;br /&gt;Who, are you to tell me if it?s black or white?&lt;br /&gt;Mama, can you hear me? Try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man.&lt;br /&gt;My daddy lived the lie, it?s just the price that he paid.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed his life, just slavin? away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, if there?s one thing I hang onto,&lt;br /&gt;It gets me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna do what I don?t want to,&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the ledge, show the wind how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around you, look its what he sees.&lt;br /&gt;We?re living in a broken home of hopes and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the first to shake a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, pray enough to take a stand,&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on every door, on every dead end street,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;what?s left to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, if there?s one thing I hang onto,&lt;br /&gt;It gets me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna do what I don?t want to,&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the ledge, show the wind how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Solo&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, if there?s one thing I hang onto,&lt;br /&gt;It gets me through the night.&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna do what I don?t want to,&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna live my life.&lt;br /&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the ledge, show the wind how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;When the world gets in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The world keeps trying, to drag me down,&lt;br /&gt;Ive gotta raise my hands, gonna stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;Well I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;Have A Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Friday and weekend dudes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112684342785435164?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112684342785435164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112684342785435164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112684342785435164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112684342785435164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-nice-weekend.html' title='Have a nice weekend!'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112677585393764888</id><published>2005-09-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:21:51.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;I just want to ask u guys laakan. Have u guys ever been in a situation where your immediate supervisor/managers/gm/director is getting fired by clients/owners of your company projects? How doest it feels (honestlylaa &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;) to see your boss/supervisor /gm getting fu*ked in the meeting room by clients?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, during my short but still ongoing career, luckily I got to experience first hand the wrath of clients or owners of projects who I see are clearly pissed. Let it be late completion of certain projects or discrepancies among relevant project briefs, or those guys (owners/client) have this knack to fu*k people publicly, knowing these top level management team personally, I just can’t help to feel sorry and sad at the same time cause you just cant do shit bout it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;Today was a fine example of what I felt. Struggled to finish the presentation slides for my gm yesterday and make completely sure that it’s up to standard, and prepared early but still nothing could prepare our team for what’s coming. Kesian is all I can say. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;Ish…. Another boost of will to change career, heheh. Ntahla. Just hope and pray for the best is what I can say. Okay dude, just another info on my so call life, tomorrow I’ll be starting my Mandarin class on my company expense for reason that me myself is unsure, heheh so until the next entry, Ni How Ma… whatever that means…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112677585393764888?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112677585393764888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112677585393764888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112677585393764888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112677585393764888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-want-to-ask-u-guys-laakan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112650650410033844</id><published>2005-09-12T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:07:51.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present &amp; The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been tagged by Chiky, so here it goes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Years Ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa… just feels like yesterday. I clearly remembered the days in Kelana Jaya, mingling with friends from close neighbors. Had my first &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/Lame18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/200/Lame18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taste of Mac D, played my first console game, the ATARI system which sparked my fascination towards e-gadgets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The time when the "moving phase" started. Followed our dad to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/London1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/200/London1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the States furthering his Masters. A real fun joyfull rollercoaster ride. Recided in Boston, Massachusets for 3 years.Got a taste of foreign ambience, the taste of iced snow a-b-c, the time when I got detention after class and had to write like 500 sentence of “I won’t do that again” for smacking my classmate with ice balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 yrs abroad, toured the world to places such as London, Japan, other part of US before we got back and followed my dad toured Malaysia including Penang, Melaka, NS up to his retirement here, in Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Years Ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine 4 sek men in 5 years? That’s how frequent I changed schools. That somehow explains the minimum num of frens I’ve acc&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/sdar32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/200/sdar32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umulated during my high school years. The first time I got beaten shitless by my mum’s students who got pissed by something my mum did (ur mom working in the same school as you does not help you in anyway dude….)..Sakit ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thingkan, I never had trouble or problems with my academics so it’s kinda a fly by through all these schools. After PMR, got my first chance living in a boarding school aka SDAR. This was one of my milestone in life, one of my turning point. My view on life changed in an instance ie somehow it left a huge impact on my life and prepared me for the world. Realized that the world is so much bigger than the land of Jempol NegeriSembilan and somehow felt honored knowing that we were among the best (poyo tak?? Heheh serius wei…). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 yrs ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! My happiest and coolest year ever! Mara College Banting. Shit, the place where I met many of the craziest, wackiest ppl on the planet. The environment and the infrastructure in MCB kinda fused us&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/MFEX1024X693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/200/MFEX1024X693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; together. The non-existence of nightlife, non-happening thing to do left us with the only method of entertainment available --- berborak. Yep, we talked shit and more bullshit every other night in mcb. We practically discussed all imaginable topics to the point of saturation heheh. Then the phase where Arab or anyone of us would go that extra mile to impress us with dumb "magic" stunts hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time where relationships flourish, couple’s initiated and broken, all up to this current point. Some of them withstand the test off time and ended with marriage heheh. I was too busy enjoying life and somehow missed the “finer” things in life. Tak kesah laa, I won’t exchange my mcb experience for anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 years ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th college,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/Sukmum6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/200/Sukmum6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; um rawwkkssss!!! Was in my 3rd year. Actively involved in 5th college activities. Met ppls from all walks of life and got the privilege to work with some of them. We were racing to gather merit points just to get a room for another year here in 5th. Hectic, the word that could describe me at this time. 5th college activities plus engineering courseworks and assignment spelled chaos to my life. Luckily most of my frens were on the same course and this helped a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time when many of us (excluding me) experienced lovey-dovey phase, aka dating, and etc hehehe. Sumehow felt left out but luckily, my time was occupied with more college and faculty activities hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I woke up and experienced this god-knows-freaking-pain on my feet. Later I got to know it was called gout from our family doc. I was literally disabled and had to drag my freakin self to pee in the toilet. Shit. Another turning point in my life. Suddenly I realized the mess I was into. I was overweight. I was freakin obese. The next day I made a promise to shed my weight and practice healthy living. From that day on up to now I have successfully shed 65kg from a 143kg to my current 78kg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued my weight reduction program. Started to run as my weight hits 100kg. My determination and will power got a boost early this year. Felt incredibly strange and blessed with a new unexplainable, weird feeling I never had before. Now I know the feeling to miss n to like someone. At least, I know I am perfectly normal heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for this wonderful feeling and I still enjoy every sec of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit a tremendous road block concerning my weight program. They say I’ve reached my plateau weight. Stepped up my cardio n weight training program every day for 1 month straight but still no decrease on my weight. I am still static at 77~78kg. Sesh, as for now I am shifting my focus on my livelihood aka career. Bless to my current job that sumehow gave me the flexibility to tackle my weight problem. Now it’s the TIME to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ventured into one new and risky environment and slowly and carefully maneuvering to avoid any serious bumps or probs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try toning up my body heheheh-- not to those monster size laa, to the just nice size category should b enuff. Gonna play tennis more seriously. Gonna aquire much more job related skills. Mayb join some marathon or extreme cardio related activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to improve myself spiritually. Vow not to miss any prayers etc. Be more understanding to my sister and try to improve my relationship with everybody in this world. They say ever1 have their jodoh. Please god, let me find mine next year, heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 years from now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to retire early and enjoy my life to the fullest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smilling wide looking at my financial portfolio. Have the privilege to go anywhere, anytime in the world with my lovely wife and my childrens heheh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still in contact with the same circle of frens and mayb developing new friends and someday buy that Gasing house and make it our official meeting place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there chicky my fren, now im passing this to Shapeng, Stone (i know u got lots of time stone heheheh) and ninie....enjoy.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112650650410033844?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112650650410033844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112650650410033844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112650650410033844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112650650410033844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/past-present-future.html' title='Past, Present &amp; The Future'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112605485338663845</id><published>2005-09-07T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:50:48.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aloha people!! Morning! Feeling sumehow ecstatic, happy, glad etc. Mayb the 2 tose bawang i devoured during breakfast, or mayb the "interesting" chat i had with my senior project manager concerning MAWI just now, or even the known fact that i can't lose much more weight anymore huhu. I've been running+tennis+gym for the whole month of August but still my weight is static at 78kg. Ermmm, mayb i've reached my weight plateau. Its freaking highlaa if u ask me. How come? 78kg? Why shuld i be happy laa? ehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from lunch with Affy and Po. Seriously laaa dudes, that Daging kicap keras (hehehe) is totaly out of this world laaaa.. sedap seh ermmmmm yummy.. my taste buds just kept on wanting more.. everyday. Every lunch hour i make myself available in kj just to eat them laa hohoh. Restoran Utara hohoho... plus, one of the girl there is kinda cute laa hehehe. Visited my house today and its like 90% completed. The upstairs tilling is complete with all the rooms have been painted. My room is still quite loomy after being painted natural apple green color. Ermm i hope the lighting would do wonders laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that never fails to amaze me is the plaster ceiling installation process. Although looked quite simple, i personaly think that u really need the expertise and experience to get those wonderful finishes. Looking at my bro's room (mimi), it seriously depict their craftsmen ships laa.. Now they are building the gates and would finish up with simple m&amp;e fittings before wrapping up with the landscape. Huh.. thats it kot for this Wednesday evening. Gonna have my usual run this evening and currently thinking to catch a movie tonight. Ermm tgk ceriter aper yer.... ermmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/DSC00406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/320/DSC00406.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My completed but loomy room hehehe&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/8068340-112605485338663845?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112605485338663845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112605485338663845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112605485338663845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112605485338663845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/aloha-people-morning-feeling-sumehow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112582536333354757</id><published>2005-09-04T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T12:24:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeayay.. nasi minyak!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/DSC003931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/200/DSC003931.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A full Sunday i might add. Woke up approx 6am in gasing and after Subuh, hit the road and 25min later, arrived in Sremban. Wake my family up and decided to do 45min on the static bike.. Setting, max resistance ie level 16 for 45 min straight! Never did this setting b4 and my my my, seriously it was tough man!! imagine cycling 25km in 45 mins! Did like 450+ calories when my dad started to marah2 cause my sweat started to flood like everywhere! Heheheheh. Stopped and waited for my heartfull breakfast thanks to mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI i have 2 kenduri sessions 2day but after accessing the day, i can only manage to go to the nearest ie akak's kenduri kawin. My lil sis is having her UPSR this coming Monday and all my bro n their gf decided to take a break in KL plus my parents went to kj to monitor the progress of our house there, so being the GOOD bro that i --- know deep down hehehe, i voluntereed to accompany my lil sis. We ordered and ate everything--- pizza hut, mac d, last nights mega meals hehehe.. full seh. Puas duh. Waited for Apai who came from Melaka and the rest of the gang (tp, mandeo and kai) before making our way to akak's wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Arrived kinda late ermm bout 2+ pm with mostly all our Banting mates had left earlier, we took our seats and makan makan laa.. heheh. Lamer tak makan nasi minyak! Puas. Missed stone laa.. my gift kow tim mate heheh, tp, mandeo jgn luper bayar wei hahahahah. Hope u r doing fine laa at Kluang there nun jauh disaner... As usual, after the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/1600/DSC031271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2048/529/400/DSC031271.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                All of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gigam session and the cake cutting ceremony, we wished the newlyweds goodbye and after a quick snaps of photo (again...) we were off on the road as for me, making my way back to sremban n the rest of da gang went straight back to kl. ehmmm.. a full day for me.. felt somehow satisfied hehe. Okay dudes.. its 6pm and im going for my usual run!! heheeeheh see u all next week!!&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/8068340-112582536333354757?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112582536333354757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112582536333354757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112582536333354757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112582536333354757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeayay-nasi-minyak.html' title='Yeayay.. nasi minyak!!'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112563150113220746</id><published>2005-09-02T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:25:01.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlast....</title><content type='html'>Another new chapter in my life. Atlast I did it. Now pray to god that everything would go as planned. Amin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112563150113220746?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112563150113220746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112563150113220746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112563150113220746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112563150113220746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/09/atlast.html' title='Atlast....'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8068340.post-112548394592468345</id><published>2005-08-31T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:20:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did i miss it la?</title><content type='html'>Must be my lamest Merdeka to date heheh. Celebrating Merdeka eve with my family is the norm but every single one in my family snoring away close to midnight is totaly shocking! Demn, I was wide awake at about 11.20pm, the last time i checked my watch but suddenly i doze off to heaven and woke up at 4 am in the morning and watching the 7 of us sprawled at our living hall seems funy, heheeh. Like amistad gitu, klaka hehehe. Ish, what happened laa la night? Mayb the BORING merdeka concert kot? Seriously for me kan, last night concert was B O R I N G! Dunno what went wrong. Issit the artist lineup? Or mayb Rosham Nor? Menyesal tak go for Sremban Fireworks last night, but knowing the traffic hell i opt to enjoy Merdeka night from my comfort of my trusted tube hehe. Yeah, mayb too comfort kot (emm seriously) ... heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your Merdeka Day? Where did u all celebrate? What did u all do laa? Last year we had a round of karaoke at Ampang Park and barely saw the aftermath of the fireworks held at KLCC. Its also been a year Keng and some of our close fren left for uk to further their masters and I personaly missed u guys hahahah. Balik cepat wei!! Hohohoh. My day was typical - a run in the morn, bfast, watered the plants, etc. Haa the only exciting thing we did was picking our color scheme for our new home today. Apart from that.. everything's normal. Now as i type, I'm wondering bout tomorrow. Working day ler pulak... Okler dudes, seriously blurr right now, Just wanna wish MALAYSIA a very happy Independence Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8068340-112548394592468345?l=qmarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/feeds/112548394592468345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8068340&amp;postID=112548394592468345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112548394592468345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8068340/posts/default/112548394592468345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qmarn.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-did-i-miss-it-la.html' title='How did i miss it la?'/><author><name>Kuman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
