<?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-20690902</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:47:46.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WeLcOmE To Da DiMeNSiON</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-7987641545282858535</id><published>2009-12-03T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:04:39.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>i noe this is super random but i just wana make this very very little short story on this blog. It doesn't relate to anyone alive or dead. mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl was sitting down on the cafe table. Awaiting patiently for Guy to come. She had never been this nervous meeting Guy. Then,there was a tap on her shoulders. She turned around and was welcomed by the beautiful smile of a red rose. She lift her head up to see Guy sparkling with his smile and giving her a wink together with a hug. Guy took his seat. Girl had ordered her beverage but Guy wanted nothing. "Nothing but you of course",Guy said. Girl was wondering what was Guy up to. The butterflies in her stomach doesn't seem to tire out. The conversation then started. The conversation on the ups and downs they've had all this years. How fate twist and turns to make their lives better with each other in it. The similar luck they had been having. How that thin thread which is ironically durable still kept them so close. The places they went that was filled with arguements,laughter and the small silly things like tripping while walking towards the ice cream man. How the moon shone so bright that one night when they were just rehearsing by the river. In public. And of course,how they first met,twice. Girl was in tears as they were talking about it. Tears of laughter. Tears of guilt. Tears of experience. Tears with ten different emotions mixed together. Guy then asked Girl to close her eyes. Girl refused. Girl was afraid of the surprise that will come after that. Eventually Girl did. And for that mere two seconds,the warmth of Guy's lips pressing against Girl's,was magical. Then,there was another tap on Girl's shoulder. Girl opened her eyes looked back and saw HER guy. And he asked Girl why was she talking to herself and was in tears right after. Girl looked back at the other seat. Guy wasn't there. Girl searched around and spot something on the road beyond the glass panel she's leaning. It was Guy. In white. With Girl's smiling red rose. Guy gave Girl a wink. A car drove past Guy and he disappeared. Girl was taken back. Putting her left hand on the table and her right fingers on her lips. Hoping to get the smiling red rose back and still having the sensation of the kiss still plastered onto her lips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SxdU2RxLQ2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/qIuufol38NI/s1600-h/254458607_a3d29e1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SxdU2RxLQ2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/qIuufol38NI/s320/254458607_a3d29e1284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410886768768271202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7987641545282858535?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7987641545282858535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7987641545282858535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7987641545282858535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7987641545282858535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SxdU2RxLQ2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/qIuufol38NI/s72-c/254458607_a3d29e1284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-3664311525513975100</id><published>2009-09-29T18:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:08:57.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 standby</title><content type='html'>Just pics i took while on standby for F1 adn during the simulation exercise two days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpVu-A0hI/AAAAAAAAAyM/fX8pcVpR3Qg/s1600-h/23092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpVu-A0hI/AAAAAAAAAyM/fX8pcVpR3Qg/s320/23092009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386843188906480146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpVGsvddI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wnSRBS1kzQo/s1600-h/Photo022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpVGsvddI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wnSRBS1kzQo/s320/Photo022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386843178096621010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpU7NeBoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/aGLjWos_C_U/s1600-h/Photo028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpU7NeBoI/AAAAAAAAAx8/aGLjWos_C_U/s320/Photo028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386843175012664962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpUcqcR3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/OSDzEgisRZ4/s1600-h/26092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpUcqcR3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/OSDzEgisRZ4/s320/26092009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386843166812686194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpT_4_sRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/B86ruLaNMI4/s1600-h/25092009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpT_4_sRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/B86ruLaNMI4/s320/25092009(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386843159089099026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqigDBInI/AAAAAAAAAy0/RkGEuF6qUDA/s1600-h/25092009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqigDBInI/AAAAAAAAAy0/RkGEuF6qUDA/s320/25092009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844507750867570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqicj56DI/AAAAAAAAAys/dgA_T0hAGf8/s1600-h/26092009444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqicj56DI/AAAAAAAAAys/dgA_T0hAGf8/s320/26092009444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844506815064114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqhswdG1I/AAAAAAAAAyk/FcNEe0oY0zc/s1600-h/23092009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqhswdG1I/AAAAAAAAAyk/FcNEe0oY0zc/s320/23092009(008).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844493982800722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqhanaaiI/AAAAAAAAAyc/pnVj5vL0Rrs/s1600-h/254458607_a3d29e1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqhanaaiI/AAAAAAAAAyc/pnVj5vL0Rrs/s320/254458607_a3d29e1284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844489113037346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqgx84XVI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WIAaj2l9WXs/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHqgx84XVI/AAAAAAAAAyU/WIAaj2l9WXs/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386844478197226834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3664311525513975100?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3664311525513975100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3664311525513975100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3664311525513975100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3664311525513975100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/09/f1-standby.html' title='F1 standby'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SsHpVu-A0hI/AAAAAAAAAyM/fX8pcVpR3Qg/s72-c/23092009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-566926549975874634</id><published>2009-09-20T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:33:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL ITS HARI RAYA TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a serious note,I'M PISSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS A WEEK TOO LATE TO BE PISSED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U started it. Understand a little that some things are not for you but for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-566926549975874634?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/566926549975874634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=566926549975874634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/566926549975874634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/566926549975874634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-its-hari-raya-today-but-on-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-7888523579035333882</id><published>2009-09-14T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:33:30.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paragraph Of Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"You may not be her first, her last or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sq3jdP0ChGI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Y4bnmdPhWmA/s1600-h/1_139967322l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sq3jdP0ChGI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Y4bnmdPhWmA/s320/1_139967322l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381207221378122850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7888523579035333882?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7888523579035333882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7888523579035333882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7888523579035333882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7888523579035333882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/09/paragraph-of-thee.html' title='Paragraph Of Thee'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sq3jdP0ChGI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Y4bnmdPhWmA/s72-c/1_139967322l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-3451008447075229723</id><published>2009-09-09T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:39:13.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What he says on this vid is hilarious yet very true. n i like the last minute of this whole video. guys understand dat the look is not dat they're mesmerize by u. haha. ouh ya. i have dentist appointment on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6OaRcsfnY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R6OaRcsfnY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3451008447075229723?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3451008447075229723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3451008447075229723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3451008447075229723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3451008447075229723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-he-says-on-this-vid-is-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6555068060802812564</id><published>2009-08-23T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:35:19.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.</title><content type='html'>was bloghopping. so i tot why not just update my own blog. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see. work have started to be fun instead of irritating. lol. cause i got closer with the guys at station. n u noe ORD is a happy yet sad thing. NSF should understand this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for dance. i got thru the auditions for suntec dance solo. out of the 41 dat joined, 31 soloist made it thru. i honestly duno wats gona happen to me on the heats cz ryte nw i only got one song. n i have to tink on wat to wear cz im too slack yet smart. duno la. but i really do wana go to the semis. but den again. the competitors are just too tough. the audition was ok. i din freak out on stage like i used to. after audition go minds cafe to eat. its opposite of Pomo. with who? u guys should be clever enuf to noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my health. my swollen foot is getting better. because of soccer n people wrestle me instead of taking the ball in the field caused this. my gum bleeding is back!!! yes yes its back. its like menses u noe. its bleeds anytyme it wants. this morning i woke up with my mouth full of dried blood n my gum STILL bleeding. now i have to change my matress which has a patch of blood on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n u noe. i wish my luck this year would change. but i bet it won't. dreams are just dreams. dats it. it becomes reality to certain people. n im not one of them. no matter hw much i believe in my dreams,it's just way too hard to make it happen. cz i can't make it happen alone. i need everyone else. to. especially a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wish me luck for my suntec dance solo heats. i need it. haha. but i noe im gona do it good. for myself. Cz deres only this thing in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MY choreography is not for people to look at and judge but for me to feel and express what is deep within me. And that's why i shouldn't care less."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6555068060802812564?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6555068060802812564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6555068060802812564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6555068060802812564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6555068060802812564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey.html' title='hey.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8059629232488092763</id><published>2009-08-09T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:50:09.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't be bothered</title><content type='html'>i just cant be bothered anymore abt it. ferst of all deres no point. 2nd of all it has been way too long even for anyone to handle. 3rd of all why do i still bother to try. it's done harlow~ sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdae nyte at sentosa was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO MARELLA KRISTA I SWEAR I DO NOT HAVE UR BLOG LINK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8059629232488092763?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8059629232488092763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8059629232488092763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8059629232488092763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8059629232488092763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-be-bothered.html' title='can&apos;t be bothered'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-9017829014898938024</id><published>2009-08-05T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:37:28.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update.</title><content type='html'>finally im sick!!!! like for real!!!! hahaha. got a real fever at 39.2 degrees celcius yesterdae. just check my temperature just nw. its 37.3 nw. phew. ltr conferm go up again. but i tell u. my face was burning red yesterdae. gez wat. n i was alone to realise it. so where did TLC gone to. lol. considering im not anyone's mister special. i doubt i'll get any. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i dun have anything to update. matters of the heart is all sealed inside my livejournal. haha. i wana go cheer today but obviously i cant cz i tink zaf would be carrying me instead of me carrying her. LOL. diam la fairul. kk. oh happy belated befdae to Noorasyakirah Binte Rahmat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-9017829014898938024?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/9017829014898938024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=9017829014898938024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/9017829014898938024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/9017829014898938024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/08/update.html' title='an update.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-950824756006726334</id><published>2009-07-24T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:00:02.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random update. no link watsoever.</title><content type='html'>ON 21ST APRIL 2010,I AM GONA REVEAL MY PRIVATE BLOG TO FOUR RANDOM PEOPLE AND FIVE PEOPLE WHOM I HAVE CHOSEN. MY PRIVATE BLOG IS MY LIVEJOURNAL. TILL THEN,I GOTTA GO TO BED NW. AND OUH,I'M NOT NEEDED ANYWHERE IN ANYONE OF UR LIVES GET IT?!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-950824756006726334?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/950824756006726334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=950824756006726334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/950824756006726334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/950824756006726334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-update-no-link-watsoever.html' title='random update. no link watsoever.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6450088578865940824</id><published>2009-07-23T20:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:00:40.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood.</title><content type='html'>this is freaking random but i just wana share my childhood with the world. childhood means end of primary school. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was born on 19 december 1989. but sometymes i fin dit weird cz my parents got married on 10 march 1989. so i was born the same year they got married. i was paranoid before abt this. but den again i dun really give a ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my early years was full of nothingness. i couldnt speak out words. my parents say the only thing i could say was "ah tong". yeah. everything i wan would be "ah tong!! ah tong!!" n i was an observer. literally. cz my head wun stop moving to see hw the world is. dats wat my father say wen he carried me. i just keep shifting here n dere to look everywhere. haha. i din went thru nursery cz i still couldnt speak. the following year i went to kindergarten 1(k1) straight. i only knew hw to speak a bit. n count till 100. my kindergarten days werent dat mischievious cz my mum was my teacher. haha. but i started performing during kindergarten itself. my k1 year i became the satay man to this one sing-a-long. i tink it goes,"do u know the satay man the satay man the satay man....~" haha. yes my ferst performance. den i became an "icon" in the class. ferst of all bcoz my mum was our teacher. 2nd of all because i always kill the cockroaches in our class with the chair. LOL. i had a bestfren den. she was a girl. we eventually came across each other during secondary sch w/o a clue we were best frenz wen we were kids. but dats another story. so i got my literal skills soon after in k2 and broke my front tooth because i ran n fell down the steps. dat year i performed agaion but as the five little frogs. lol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's talk abt home. i was always being kept at home. not being able to go out and socialise. ask wana go out get beaten up. wana play at the corridor oso cannot. dats hw bad it is ah. the only playmate i had den was the television. n my neighbour cz occasionally i get to play at the corridors. at dat tyme i was jeles of other kids cz they always get to play under the void deck. laugh together. explore things together. me? hmph. n u noe at tymes wen im at home,i would sit at the locked gate imagining myself playing outside. hearing the other kids laughter n all. but being at my late grandma's place was the best cz dats th eonly tyme i could go out n play. of course with my dear cousin alep. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so primary sch i was a timid little being. haha. but a lot did happen. primary 1 i was quiet. not much frenz n had to go to english remedials cz i couldnt speak properly. primary 2 ok2 made a few frenz. but during primary 3 was wen i really started socialising. made new frenz. boys who played with each other outside. n they askde me along to play with them. but i was the only one being bullied den. yes i was the bullied one. if u were to see my primary sch pix u would understand. but i din mind being bullied. din mind being the last to be picked in the soccer team. cz i noe people actually do wan to be my frenz. n this went on till primary 6 mind u. cz i was the most inferior one. cannot do sports. cannot study because too stupid. kuat merajuk. yes. it all started in primary sch dat i started merajuk-ing. i even almost killed myself cz i actually went up the block n sit on the ledge already. dat was until my frenz came n pull me away. primary 5 was my worst year. cz why. i nvr do a single assignment at all. n my dad gave up on me den. yeah. it was dat bad. i had very BAD beatings from my dad. one even i busted my lips. maybe dats y they're so thick. lol. but primary sch was ok. a girl gave me a rose saying she liked me. i liked this one girl. haha. i was still bullied. i was still the last in anyone's team. i was still the inferior one on primary sch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my childhood aint a fairytales. my aunties and uncles tinks the same way to. dat im not capable of doing anything. wenever we have karaoke sessions n it was my turn to sing,everyone would laugh at me ferst. in the end i din wana sing. n went it s abt soccer. my uncles including my father would laugh at me too saying i cant do it n all cz i was short n plump. n dat really explains my low self esteem. cz no one believed in me. no one den. dat was not till secondary sch wen i found my true friends namely Redha,Aidi and Hamster. the four of us had been friends for 8 yrs. n dey had been the one believeing in me. being dere for me. dere is the other fren who was in our clan. but he drifted to the matrep way n we longed have given up on him. well dats a preview of my childhood. now u noe why i have low self esteem n why i love performing n why i hate to be alone..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6450088578865940824?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6450088578865940824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6450088578865940824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6450088578865940824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6450088578865940824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/07/childhood.html' title='Childhood.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-7094950386470463466</id><published>2009-07-18T09:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:15:14.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating.</title><content type='html'>No one checks this blog anyway so im just gona spill in a lil preview of wat i've been tinking nfeeling lately. for those who is reading this gd for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Talent vs Hardwork. Who is the winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)stand strong even after u've been hit by a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)hw can guys understand the way of messaging -a-girl-to-get-their-attention-even-though-it-is-gona-be-the-same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)sometymes im just kidding myself. so i should lessen dat part unless it is to buck up my low self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)i got a BIG problem with my low self esteem even though at tymes i seem confident and loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)the only thing im confident is fire fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)damn im turning 20 dis year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)remind self not to waste my ferst off day waiting for a girl for 5 hours but get nothing but -.-" from her wen we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)i tink i should stop partying to save up for i oso duno wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)or maybe i should stop smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)when the hell am i gona perform again. suntec dance? NAH~!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)i am a very annoying person on the fon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)i can do pirouttes with both of my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)gum bleeding isnt cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)i need to shut up for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats abt it ah. got a lot more but den nvm. the smile below gtg. cz its fake...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SmEh7ENXOWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OPLqWauXrZM/s1600-h/6180_102732677187_606587187_2011389_6377886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SmEh7ENXOWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OPLqWauXrZM/s320/6180_102732677187_606587187_2011389_6377886_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359602330173389154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7094950386470463466?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7094950386470463466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7094950386470463466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7094950386470463466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7094950386470463466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/07/updating.html' title='Updating.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SmEh7ENXOWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/OPLqWauXrZM/s72-c/6180_102732677187_606587187_2011389_6377886_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-6827950476937402022</id><published>2009-06-22T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:34:26.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sj-kb1dQo5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/0qnA01Ior6g/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sj-kb1dQo5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/0qnA01Ior6g/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350175680452666258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6827950476937402022?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6827950476937402022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6827950476937402022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6827950476937402022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6827950476937402022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sj-kb1dQo5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/0qnA01Ior6g/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-4400795521280335932</id><published>2009-06-10T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:56:02.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thx to the peple who read my last blog post. very meaningful. haha. emo fire fighter huh. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wana put a few "emo" quotes here and some random ones. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)if we were meant to be we will meet again but meeting again wouldn't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)so near yet so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Even if it's for dat one hr with u,it was dat one hour was i at peace n calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)sometymes trying too hard is not a gd thing but not trying at all seems to be the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)the irony in life is like water. it keeps on running till it runs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4400795521280335932?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4400795521280335932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4400795521280335932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4400795521280335932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4400795521280335932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/06/thx-to-peple-who-read-my-last-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-1234098912990376073</id><published>2009-06-01T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:19:45.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>I dun even noe why i bother blogging again cz almost no one actually read my blog. cz y im so not interesting. get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been the same. alone. nothing new. ok its not being alone but being lonely. like no one can make this emptiness go away. im glad my frens are all still ard. but u noe  i noe wat kind of company i want. damn i nid a date. i ditch a date recently. nothing to be proud of. cz apprently the girl doesnt reply my sms anymore. LOL. ouh well. gez they all come n go huh. some people have the liberty of loving someone n being ard him/her. being happy. being contented n satisfied. me? if any girl out dere can do wat my previous blog post wrote,i'll will not say no to a date with her. but den again being choosy isnt something gd is it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet no one is reading this so ya. byrbyr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1234098912990376073?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1234098912990376073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1234098912990376073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1234098912990376073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1234098912990376073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6799726666848979767</id><published>2009-05-02T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:28:46.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>this thing just came to mind after i dreamt abt me getting married. hahah. so here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: I wanna girl.&lt;br /&gt;Date:2nd May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl dat would bring my chin up n pinch my cheeks just to make me feel better wen she sees me sitting down alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to come to the bench im lying down on n ask me to lay on her lap instead while both of us talk abt the little things in life like the stars n the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to take both of my hands pulling me and teasing me to a scary ride at a theme park cz she just wants me to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to stuff popcorn in my mouth n started laughing at me in the movies as she watch me trying to chew all those popcorn dat she had stuffed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to hold me tight n let me hold her tighter wen we are watching a horror flick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to ask me to wake up during a movie even though she noes its boring for me n juz gave me a peck on the cheek just to make me realise its a movie abt teenage romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to see the imperfections in herself n tell me hw imperfect i am to her too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to be confident n noe dat everyone is everyone individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to be able to withstand my constant sulking and my constant "irritatingness" wen she's with or without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl dat would share anything with me n not be ashamed abt it or keep it to herself knowing dat i'm always dere for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl who would dress up with proper colour combination wen she's going out with me knowing dat i have a bad fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna a girl to sneak up on me n covering my eyes making me wonder who else would have the same sweet fragrance on her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna girl to bring me somewhere i've nvr gone before n sit down dere having a picnic together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately,i wanna girl who noes hw to give her attention to a guy n is full of initiative cz she noes dat i would do the same or more to her too...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sfuvt7cTj-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4w6Rf8tpE-E/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sfuvt7cTj-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4w6Rf8tpE-E/s320/h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331047787508502498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6799726666848979767?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6799726666848979767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6799726666848979767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6799726666848979767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6799726666848979767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/Sfuvt7cTj-I/AAAAAAAAAwU/4w6Rf8tpE-E/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-1408441361719278246</id><published>2009-04-18T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:21:32.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF!~~~</title><content type='html'>I SERIOUSLY DIN TOT THIS VIDEO EXISTED BUT YA!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAS A BBOY SHOWCASE PERFORMANCE 3 YEARS AGO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM THE ONE IN THE CAP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH UR BRAIN OUT!!!!(if u want to la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCstvJCaAlw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QCstvJCaAlw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1408441361719278246?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1408441361719278246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1408441361719278246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1408441361719278246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1408441361719278246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/04/wtf.html' title='WTF!~~~'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-2000409093419615724</id><published>2009-04-12T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:31:32.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>im gona be quite an eyesore nw. a few sentences had been ringing in my mind the whole day. n it hurts so much. i noe this blog is becoming an emo blog but see wat i care. from last tyme till nw till the future,i can only be a dreamer n nvr achieve wat i wan nor wat i need to be. leaving is such a harsh thing to do. im totally not in the mood ryte nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-2000409093419615724?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/2000409093419615724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=2000409093419615724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2000409093419615724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2000409093419615724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-4151163736242981526</id><published>2009-04-10T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:05:43.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME</title><content type='html'>Finally the time has come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer needed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be who i am suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do what is to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying goodbye to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our only enemy is not each other but time itself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4151163736242981526?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4151163736242981526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4151163736242981526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4151163736242981526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4151163736242981526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/04/time.html' title='TIME'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-1273199528784648339</id><published>2009-04-05T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:06:03.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST EVER</title><content type='html'>Well ferst of all,FANTASTIX WAS CROWNED CHAMPION FOR DANCEWORKZ CATEGORY 3 2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my ferst tyme winning anything in dance. i have no words to express hw i feel. let's just say all those weekends for practices really paid off. we din juz clinched champion but we clinched the Artistic Award oso. woohooo!!! here are the pics of the "Bloody Fantastix":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhW5X9ihqI/AAAAAAAAAv0/REj-ttcXFos/s1600-h/04042009306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhW5X9ihqI/AAAAAAAAAv0/REj-ttcXFos/s320/04042009306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321098503422903970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhXJSHmtgI/AAAAAAAAAv8/nAjLGu2oRD8/s1600-h/04042009307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhXJSHmtgI/AAAAAAAAAv8/nAjLGu2oRD8/s320/04042009307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321098776732415490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhXJVgdSYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/SQXW7ug7dVk/s1600-h/04042009310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhXJVgdSYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/SQXW7ug7dVk/s320/04042009310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321098777641961858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[zombies do smile!~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhXJt2j_8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/ynyVaCJXXoQ/s1600-h/n1547254935_30224757_8249855%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhXJt2j_8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/ynyVaCJXXoQ/s320/n1547254935_30224757_8249855%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321098784177127362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after dat i went out with the scumbagz. its been a real long while dat i had a REAL chilling session. so we went bugis for sheesha at this third storey building. the view was great. everyone had fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is i have oready pass out from Civil Defence Academy as a fire fighter. so many things more to learn n im nervous abt station life. so ya. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing much to say but recruit life is something not easy to forget. n i tink im more connservative nw. n honestly i duno hw to talk to ppl anymore.as in like have a conversation face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dats abt it. n i want another chill out outing can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1273199528784648339?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1273199528784648339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1273199528784648339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1273199528784648339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1273199528784648339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-ever.html' title='MY FIRST EVER'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SdhW5X9ihqI/AAAAAAAAAv0/REj-ttcXFos/s72-c/04042009306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-7640170054414005106</id><published>2009-03-22T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:48:06.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:::::</title><content type='html'>heyhey. baq in the blog. my tagboard had been so happening this past week. haha. but i du really bother abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im left with two more weeks of the fire fighting course before i become a certified fire fighter. being a fire fighter its not as cool as u tink. its hard. challenge u mentally more den physically. but i have to admit the course made me stronger in a way physically n mentally. but emotionally,im still at the same level. something seem to bother me. i duno why. i duno what it is. cz i've somehow tot abt my future recently. like tink abt it seriously. the thought of signing on n become a sergeant after ns have been lingering in my mind. but den again i have decided to go for an event mangement course after ns since its one of the better things im gd at. n as usual been having practices during the weekends. sunday would be the day i just stay at home. relax. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been going to st. james powerhouse this past two weeks. its a bore wen u have only centimetres of space to dance n let loose. n i've not been drinking for almost two months. wat wowness ryte. hahah. well someone's voice kept ringing in my head not to drink. yeah. who the person is?  he/she would noe. haha. but dancing n not being high is boring. den again having casual drinking sessions like i used to before seems to make me think dat i haven been ard my frenz dat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what now for me? well let's just say 1yr 11 months isnt something to be proud of. haha.ouh well. maybe my dear hate tagger would like to comment on this. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes i do have a bad low self esteem problem from young till nw. but its not so bad cz im glad dat i am where i am nw. n i so wan a sentosa overnite session. next pay ok ppl. hahaha. pray hard for me this week. abg lwn api ah. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7640170054414005106?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7640170054414005106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7640170054414005106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7640170054414005106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7640170054414005106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':::::'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8605167458283763692</id><published>2009-03-08T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:43:22.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short entry</title><content type='html'>just a short entry. camp life had been ok. left with four more weeks to pop. DANCEWORKS was great. We(FANTASTIX) got thru to the finals n go 2nd for yesterdae! very nice. FAntastic Crew owned the whole damn thing for yesterdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so abt me. nothing much. i do have this stupid routine at nite before i sleep at camp. but cant tell u guys. but one of it is looking at photos. haha. long lost photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gez dats abt it. u noe,sometymes i duno wat to do with my low self-esteem self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8605167458283763692?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8605167458283763692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8605167458283763692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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past few weeks.. i had nvr had a gd weekend. conferm got some glitches here n dere. n plus,im sick. its so irritating. n i tink my hp is spoiled. ppl had not been receiving my msges from camp. ouh well. i suck. still picking myself up. den again sometymes i just tink im not gd enuf for anyone. not abt girls la. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8346369944461327579?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8346369944461327579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8346369944461327579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8346369944461327579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8346369944461327579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekends.html' title='weekends'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3721862530465510934</id><published>2009-01-23T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:33:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz.</title><content type='html'>..........................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3721862530465510934?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3721862530465510934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3721862530465510934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3721862530465510934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3721862530465510934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/01/haiz.html' title='haiz.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-298134267081616326</id><published>2009-01-18T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:24:54.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat a week</title><content type='html'>so this week was the start of my fire fighting training course. all i can say is,it's not as easy as it seems to be. n u gotta understand y fire fighters are receiving more pay. anyway,the week was a drag. full of physical training. learning abt hudrants n the fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterdea nyte was my worst experience ever. n it was the finals of a dance competiton. wat happened to me yesterdae was the worst thing dat could ever happen to any dancers in the finals. i freak out on stage. like really freak out n made a fool of myself. cz y. ferst of all my music was damn fast n i nvr did get to practice with my music enough bcoz of ns. 2nd of all,the dj abruptly silent the starting part of the song n dats wen i freak out. n i just kept looking down as i was feeling so so embarassed. afetr dat i just took off from the event. n i noe ryna tried to hold me back. but it was too painful for me. a lot of dancers was dere. dancers dat noes i exist. dancers dat are way better den me. n i saw each of their faces looking at me. dat look. those pairs of eyes staring at me. everytyme i remember back dat awful moment,i feel smaller and smaller. i sat down by the road hating myself n everything. up till nw, all i can say is i made a fool out of myself. den i just took up the courage to go back dere. i walk with my face looking down. a lot of ppl came to me consoling saying i did great. but they should noe better. i kept shaking my head everytyme ppl say i did gd. i went backstage went to ryna n hug her. cz i really needed someone at dat point of tyme. n unfortunately i nvr did have anyone except for my lovely frenz. wen i hug ryna,dat was it. i broke down. i cant hold back the tears. i just cried in front of the finalist. a lot of ppl console me. luqman flairnation gave me a gd pep talk. the freekzy kids even console me. well,a whole lot of ppl console me.most of them did.the minority just said i shouldnt have dat kind of attitude on stage n my professionalism rate just fell cz it shows my personality as a person. but dammit. it din happen to u guys. wen i met the scumbagz outside,i cried even harder. as though i disappoint dat very much. but before the results was announced,dere was a freestyle session for each finalist. n i freestyled better den wat i did on dat very stage b4. i noe im should not care abt wat others say to me. but honestly,i tink every dancer out dere is looking down on me. n honestly i dun noe hw to pick myself up. dats y all this tyme i keep saying i nid moral support. like really. worst dance experience in my life. i duno hw im gona live with the shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im done dancing. maybe. cz i nvr did able to do anything ryte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-298134267081616326?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/298134267081616326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=298134267081616326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/298134267081616326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/298134267081616326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/01/wat-week.html' title='Wat a week'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3891819935735711908</id><published>2009-01-11T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:50:21.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>hey gona book in ltr. so my blog posts nw would be more to wat im feeling after each week rather den wat i did in dat camp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole week was a freaking drag. so many admin stuff. so many talks. but the gd thing is,i got chosen for the fire fighting interview. yup2. so tmr i will get to noe whether i get into the fire fighting course or not. well,hinestly,wen the end of 2nd day came,i almost teared. really. i miss everyone outside so much. n only a few was able to pick up my calls. like MASTURA,RYNA and LYCHEE. the rest is too tired n everything. if like dat,i wun bother calling u and disturbing ur lives anymore.  sorry ah im being pessimistic. but u noe wat,i really really need moral support wen im in dere. n dats the truth, i got balls to admit dat i almost teared missing everyone. n i got balls to admit dat i really really nid moral support. but if the ppl i call just u noe. say dat dey are tired. dey are this. dey are dat. forget it. cz from the tyme i go ns,it was the tyme to see who am i in anyone of ur lives. i did forgive one. but i wun forget. for the rest,dun expect me to call anymore. cz seems like u guys dunreally care n pick up the fon for the sake of talking to a person serving NS. N i was very upset inside because of this.go figure. for the rest of u gd bunch of ppl,pray hard for me. fire fighter course. here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speck.Dust.Shoulder"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3891819935735711908?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3891819935735711908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3891819935735711908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3891819935735711908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3891819935735711908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-217678744049571257</id><published>2009-01-06T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:28:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS journey begins~~~</title><content type='html'>hey dere ppl. just gona be a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING NS AS OF NW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N AS OF NW IM GONA BE A MAN N PAY 34.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM NERVOUS YET EXCITED. BUT HECK. I GOT CHINGAY N GATSBY FINALS TO WORRY ABT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE CRUEL "GUY" WORLD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SWJRS_FPuoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iNbWYhc9s7g/s1600-h/1_438753748l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SWJRS_FPuoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iNbWYhc9s7g/s320/1_438753748l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287878299099314818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baju legend kn mas?!! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-217678744049571257?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/217678744049571257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=217678744049571257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/217678744049571257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/217678744049571257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2009/01/ns-journey-begins.html' title='NS journey begins~~~'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SWJRS_FPuoI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iNbWYhc9s7g/s72-c/1_438753748l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-31941127510297773</id><published>2008-12-30T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:36:33.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTAK!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey ppl of the singapore nation. it's less den a WEEK till i go serve my national service. lol. so today,i decided to go botak my hair!!!! my personal barber,SPYRO, did it for me at my house. so here are the pix!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-SMvER2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/5BT5HcKJJLM/s1600-h/30122008256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-SMvER2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/5BT5HcKJJLM/s320/30122008256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285605595049903970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST LOOK AT HAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-ShFm84I/AAAAAAAAAuk/tLC6tDTuChA/s1600-h/30122008257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-ShFm84I/AAAAAAAAAuk/tLC6tDTuChA/s320/30122008257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285605600513160066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FERST "ZZZZZTTT!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-SyqVWHI/AAAAAAAAAus/_aMclcUuNU4/s1600-h/30122008258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-SyqVWHI/AAAAAAAAAus/_aMclcUuNU4/s320/30122008258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285605605230598258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDSOME RYTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-TS0S-nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/HWpodNv-V-c/s1600-h/30122008259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-TS0S-nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/HWpodNv-V-c/s320/30122008259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285605613862320754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE RYTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-T5oJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uN8rxTDumLY/s1600-h/30122008260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-T5oJ8XI/AAAAAAAAAu8/uN8rxTDumLY/s320/30122008260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285605624280379762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAILLARD WANABE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_IUTThWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/0zc8GpmjWKU/s1600-h/30122008261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_IUTThWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/0zc8GpmjWKU/s320/30122008261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285606524793881954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALFWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_HqfaPQI/AAAAAAAAAvc/0675CH3B8-M/s1600-h/30122008262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_HqfaPQI/AAAAAAAAAvc/0675CH3B8-M/s320/30122008262.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285606513570364674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY CENTER PART BOTAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_HN_A6fI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4yz_x-Nv6pA/s1600-h/30122008263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_HN_A6fI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4yz_x-Nv6pA/s320/30122008263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285606505918294514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY CENTER PART BOTAK 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_G8hGnvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/5bcxMKxKrJs/s1600-h/30122008264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_G8hGnvI/AAAAAAAAAvM/5bcxMKxKrJs/s320/30122008264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285606501229436658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_GoA6XhI/AAAAAAAAAvE/nkFizUK1n_Y/s1600-h/30122008265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo_GoA6XhI/AAAAAAAAAvE/nkFizUK1n_Y/s320/30122008265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285606495725706770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! so dats hw i look nw!!!! k bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-31941127510297773?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/31941127510297773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=31941127510297773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/31941127510297773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/31941127510297773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/botak.html' title='BOTAK!!!!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVo-SMvER2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/5BT5HcKJJLM/s72-c/30122008256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-989807207846061996</id><published>2008-12-29T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:40:58.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JYEAH</title><content type='html'>so this past week been practicing with a random all guys grp. grp name was JYEAH. aha. consists of me,wawan,fir,jon,rizman,toti,amir and remy. i had fun practicing with them. funny n all. we did our best for the competition even though we din win. but we enjoyed the moments we had while practicing. THX TO U GUYZ FOR THE GREAT TYME. so after the event,went to dance on us studio for a bboy jam conducted by larry and his natsha studios instructors. got lockong n bboy battle for the students. i had to battle larry. had fun but was tiring. after dat,went towards Youth Park. saw flairnation perform at taka. from dere my demoralizing self came. haiz. den went yp watched SFB n JDI practice. more demoralizing. i duno. but i still tink im nt gd enuf anywhere. be it breaking or dancing. im just useless man. i haven had my best performance u noe. evrything is just average to me. i haven had a single performance which i noe ppl noe i did my best. i duno. i noe deep within myself i got loads of potential but i just lack in opportunities and luck. my heart for dance itself is great. just being honest in this blog,i started dancing because of a girl. no other reason. yes graudally it was for myself. but the initial reason is still dere. i suck man. a pic of the all guys grp below:- &lt;A 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href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/989807207846061996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=989807207846061996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/989807207846061996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/989807207846061996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/jyeah.html' title='JYEAH'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SVex9WFpVRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/JH1XhTt1yJQ/s72-c/28122008247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-1124605487258407254</id><published>2008-12-27T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:01:00.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ummmm......</title><content type='html'>heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually dis werd just came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n oso this phrase dat came to my mind too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only thing bigger than ur butt is ur thihgs!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1124605487258407254?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1124605487258407254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1124605487258407254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1124605487258407254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1124605487258407254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/ummmm.html' title='ummmm......'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-1525413966447498805</id><published>2008-12-25T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:07:24.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatsby Style Dance Contest</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here's the scoop. i got into the top 25 for the above contest. u noe y im laughing cz the way i audition for it was crap la. haha. i was walking thru town with my brother,hamster n my cousin from KL. so my cousin was looking for something couplish for himself n his gf. so we walked to cineleisure. suddenly got these girls ask us to join this dance contest blah blah blah. nvm. i ask wat i get if i just dance for a minute. dey say get 6 small free gatsby wax. WHO DUN WANT SIA!!! IM A FREAKING SINAGPOREAN!!! IT' A LIE IF I DUN WAN FREE THINGS!!! so i agreed. so just freestyle anyhow only with duno wat song sia they gave. lol. ryna and aimm dance for it too n dey both are oso in the top 25 for this contest. but hinestly,i found my vid very funny n crappy. LOLOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so check out this site http://www.gatsby.sg/ n if u wana vote for me vote la. hahaha. it's till 1 jan 2009. LOL. dey will choose only 8 finalists out of the top 25. haha. cehck it out n have some a few WOW n few WTH while watching the video. cheers ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nw i noe where i'm place in a girl's life. thx ehk to u girls out dere(some of them only not stereotyping)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1525413966447498805?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1525413966447498805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1525413966447498805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1525413966447498805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1525413966447498805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/gatsby-style-dance-contest.html' title='Gatsby Style Dance Contest'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-4491901141514307408</id><published>2008-12-24T06:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:40:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>I have a song too dats meaningful to me. two videos. one is the music vid and one is a dance battle between Yutaki and Zaihar from the 1st Code:Edge. The dance battle is quuite inspirational to me. it shows the wonders of freestyle dancing. But the song is meaningful la. ouh well. shit happens in life babygirls of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC VIDEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DsvWrrfeaY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3DsvWrrfeaY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANCE BATTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aL2aScMFtY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2aL2aScMFtY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4491901141514307408?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4491901141514307408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4491901141514307408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4491901141514307408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4491901141514307408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8206219694384137121</id><published>2008-12-20T04:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:30:13.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY BOY IS ME!!!</title><content type='html'>HEYHEY!!!! IM 19!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just give a short summary of the day ok?&lt;br /&gt;1)suppose to met gina ONLY but the rest of her darlings came n surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;2)had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;3)met my climbers at somerset swensens.&lt;br /&gt;4)went back to cineleisure to watch movie with darlings&lt;br /&gt;5)went marina square&lt;br /&gt;6)had dinner at swensens&lt;br /&gt;7)krista aisyah bought me a 40 DOLLAR ICE CREAM CAKE!! THANKIU!!!&lt;br /&gt;8)chill at starbucks with darlings&lt;br /&gt;9)met the climbers at arab street for sheesha&lt;br /&gt;10)went back home to titanic n met Le' Scumbagz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome day of course. sorry to everyone if i've been a bad n moody birthday boy. alot was going thru my mind. love u all who wished me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwBRsp664I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PqD8DoAZM9I/s1600-h/20122008245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwBRsp664I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PqD8DoAZM9I/s320/20122008245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281597866555140994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear lil sister gave me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwBndX4zwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cXnQF2qnsfE/s1600-h/19122008229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwBndX4zwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cXnQF2qnsfE/s320/19122008229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281598240410095362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaini,the guy who share the same birthday as me,hooligans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwCl2IPhYI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sf6HHefQWyk/s1600-h/19122008232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwCl2IPhYI/AAAAAAAAAtk/sf6HHefQWyk/s320/19122008232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281599312207250818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asya and Haiqal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwCOPgpC7I/AAAAAAAAAtU/5w8FrTg2Z_Y/s1600-h/19122008233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwCOPgpC7I/AAAAAAAAAtU/5w8FrTg2Z_Y/s320/19122008233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281598906703612850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah darls n Regina darls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwED8ayVeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1fV-43tUlZM/s1600-h/19122008234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwED8ayVeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1fV-43tUlZM/s320/19122008234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281600928803345890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq and Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESHA SESSION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDgrHkqlI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fqMt4zwlMXM/s1600-h/20122008241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDgrHkqlI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fqMt4zwlMXM/s320/20122008241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281600322863934034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDgZIULEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/e9HG8NsNLLk/s1600-h/20122008240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDgZIULEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/e9HG8NsNLLk/s320/20122008240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281600318035209282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDgP__elI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fJxa6fNf2Dk/s1600-h/20122008237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDgP__elI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fJxa6fNf2Dk/s320/20122008237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281600315584379474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDfWde_cI/AAAAAAAAAts/lVQrZy_uaAA/s1600-h/20122008236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwDfWde_cI/AAAAAAAAAts/lVQrZy_uaAA/s320/20122008236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281600300138823106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8206219694384137121?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8206219694384137121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8206219694384137121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8206219694384137121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8206219694384137121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-boy-is-me.html' title='BIRTHDAY BOY IS ME!!!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUwBRsp664I/AAAAAAAAAs8/PqD8DoAZM9I/s72-c/20122008245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-4269586900841105563</id><published>2008-12-16T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:48:25.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT RIDING</title><content type='html'>so yesterdae,ryna wanted to give a surprise cake to mas for a happy belated befdae. it was planned to surprise her during practice. so bought the SYLVESTER(note dat mastura hates cats) cake. brought it to rp. a few of ryna's usuals came.  so mastura was in the toilet as i was holding the cake.*we din noes mas was still in the toilet. so the bloopers of teh dae was dat we sang happy befdae as mas was in the toilet. luckily fathu stop us. hahha.) so wawan call her out,n to her surprise we were singing the befdae song(correct timing this tyme) to her. hahaha. member freaking shock ehk. wana go inside toilet back. hahaha. after dat,we sat down cut the cake. n fathu smother literally to mas his love with the cake. hahahahahahha. funny u noe. i got hit to. shit head u mastura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the whole ordeal n practice,dey all planned to have some night riding ard singapore. haha. i went home ferst to change. so dere was 4 bikes. Din was with mastura,fathu with firdaus khalif aka bo,sharazad with an jubz n me with dan. made our way to jalan kayu to eat. wah. syiok oi!!! bo was enojoying his sup tulang merah which was worth 8 bucks. n got one piece which is so big it look lieks a dick. hahaa. so after dat, we all planned to go to..............GEYLANG LORONG!!!! hahaha. sharazad was excited and so was mastura. haha. fuh. countless of prostitutes man. hahaha. after dat we chill near the singapore flyer for a smoke break. den we went thru the city n CBD. so here's the thing. me n dan was beside mastura n din bike. i wanted to somehow have fun with din wen suddenly dan being such an ass wobble the bike as i was leaning towards the other bike. n according to our dear mastura my face was priceless. PHFFT. haha. so we made our way to KPE den to this place called GAP where the corners of the road was semi-steep. hahahah. so syiok!!!!~~~ haha. den made our way back woodlands to go lepak with alep. met alep and he told us abt his interesting dae. LOL. den went off at 6 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY MASTURA ANUAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUfNoXtafBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jeVKLCssXgI/s1600-h/15122008223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUfNoXtafBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jeVKLCssXgI/s320/15122008223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415181558152210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4269586900841105563?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4269586900841105563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4269586900841105563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4269586900841105563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4269586900841105563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-riding.html' title='NIGHT RIDING'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUfNoXtafBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jeVKLCssXgI/s72-c/15122008223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-1595317828346237203</id><published>2008-12-14T16:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:41:19.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Party at Zouk &amp; ZoukOut at Sentosa was AWESOME!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>HEY HO PPL!!!!!!! I HAD THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE LA SEY(ouh tk perlu ehk?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 December:&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning. met ryna at RP den met azy. performed. den had brunch with azy,benjy,ryna and a girl from SGC. den went to library to borrow book. YES YES I DO READ HAHAHA. THX AZY!!!! met tasha at causeway point and head over my house for me to change for Foreign Bodies production and the pre-party at night. wore my green lantern shirt and watch which i save to wear. the shirt was still in the plastic for two weeks sia. haha. so after dat went to RP back for reharsal for our performance at home club. we din rehearse but just explaining. cz we woouldnt wana waste the effort sia. me n mas got zouk ok to go. hahha. so after dat me,wawan n tasha took the mrt. wawan headed to somerset while me n tasha alighted at yio chu kang to go to NYP. met ragina,sarah and joshua dere. gave gina her kitkat chunky.-.-" hahah. met syafiq n his fren ayid dere too. Fbodz production was gd i must say. really. great choreography no doubt. gimmicks n fresh ideas here n dere. haha. after dat met up with hamster at YCK mrt. sent tasha off at the mrt. while the rest of us(me,hamster,syafiq,ayid) went to ZOUK!!! haha. reach dere got our chop n chill outside for awhile. a minute b4 12 am we went in n wish mastura a happy 19th birthday. haha. party like mad. but the best part of yesterdae,was the surprising meeting of MELYSSA GOH!!!!! i was like omg!!!!!! we haven seen each other for 8 months. i was so happy n shock la!!! melyssa kept screaming while we were hugging each other. haha. i miss her man.  seriously. it was a major coincidence sia!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;so we partied n all. after everything chilled outside. said gdbye to melyssa,saying i probably go to her chrismast party. so me,syafiq,hamster n ayid was like figuring out wat to do till the fesr train comes. n we had no idea which station was nearest. so we just walked. yes. a very long way. from zouk. we found ourselves at youth park. hahaha. during the journey we talk cock. had just enough money to get water. n plan to steal bread. hw? hahaha. at yp we took a rest together with JDI n SFB. gez dey were practicing as most of them was asleep. den we went off back home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 December-EARLY 14 December:&lt;br /&gt;woke up. went off to my grandma's elder borther house. blah blah blah. cut short let;s got straoght to zoukout. IT WAS FREAKING AWESOME!!!!!!! dere was three stages. with different djs' palying different genre of music. but for me,the hiphop stage was the best. throughout the whole event i met a lot of ppl. like ppl i long nvr see. haha. met climbing seniors n juniors alike. the dome peepz. a few ite ppl. secondary sch ppl. haha. dance with all of them. it was so fun. den i saw lmq at the podium. so i joined them. we were very happening. ppl took pix of us. join us on teh podium. wah we all feeling podium dancers sia. hahahah. met a certain someone which i reali din expect to see. so i took the GRAND opportunity to dance with her. she was freaking hot. if u guyz are free. check my archives abt 4 months ago. i got blog abt the most beautiful girl in my life. it was dis girl i danced with. phew. danced with her lyke mad. i made her my queen she made me her king. or something like dat. i wished i could see her again. cz it was our ferst meeting after a realy really long tyme~~~~ dammit. ahahha. after dat chilled at the back. enjoy the music n all.daybreak came. haha. den we all went home. hahah. k here are the picz:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOUKOUT MERCHANDISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUKl_MdbcI/AAAAAAAAArs/_-pA3fhIBA4/s1600-h/14122008216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUKl_MdbcI/AAAAAAAAArs/_-pA3fhIBA4/s320/14122008216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279637785896906178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUKl3_ydGI/AAAAAAAAArk/Hjg596k90TA/s1600-h/14122008219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUKl3_ydGI/AAAAAAAAArk/Hjg596k90TA/s320/14122008219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279637783964709986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYID NEw FrieND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUK9q_e5hI/AAAAAAAAAr0/uTGwQVZocLA/s1600-h/13122008206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUK9q_e5hI/AAAAAAAAAr0/uTGwQVZocLA/s320/13122008206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279638192790627858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shillah Marlysha(DEWI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULUJeEa7I/AAAAAAAAAsE/zxXT3Gfoha8/s1600-h/14122008210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULUJeEa7I/AAAAAAAAAsE/zxXT3Gfoha8/s320/14122008210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279638578929101746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULUMYwR2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/uWfqsJcyy-Y/s1600-h/14122008209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULUMYwR2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/uWfqsJcyy-Y/s320/14122008209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279638579712116578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haidah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULpSiUp7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/7nWRxXeJTPY/s1600-h/14122008214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULpSiUp7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/7nWRxXeJTPY/s320/14122008214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279638942140114866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULoybYGTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KXYSiq-AhU8/s1600-h/14122008215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUULoybYGTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KXYSiq-AhU8/s320/14122008215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279638933521045810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "queen", my hot girl...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUL9EYK3ZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4hcEVNAFf8w/s1600-h/14122008213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUL9EYK3ZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4hcEVNAFf8w/s320/14122008213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639281936817554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUL8-fLAzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Mc6M2MHUi-A/s1600-h/14122008212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUL8-fLAzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Mc6M2MHUi-A/s320/14122008212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639280355574578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MASTURA FOR THE IDEA OF GOING ZOUKOUT. IF NOT I WOULDNT HAVE MET MELYSSA N MY HOT GIRL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh Ya!!! WAIT!!! One more thing:- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC CREW CHEER SQUAD MAFIA VERSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUM5NbVh1I/AAAAAAAAAss/58riQlxlPJ0/s1600-h/DSC00548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUM5NbVh1I/AAAAAAAAAss/58riQlxlPJ0/s320/DSC00548.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279640315158169426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1595317828346237203?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1595317828346237203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1595317828346237203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1595317828346237203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1595317828346237203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/pre-party-at-zouk-zoukout-at-sentosa.html' title='Pre-Party at Zouk &amp; ZoukOut at Sentosa was AWESOME!!!!!!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SUUKl_MdbcI/AAAAAAAAArs/_-pA3fhIBA4/s72-c/14122008216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-588249129280093089</id><published>2008-12-10T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:48:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiqal Suck</title><content type='html'>I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me,muhammad haiqal suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally suck at everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap evrything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not a great dancer,not a great bboy,not a great climber,not a great cheerleader,not a great soccer player. not a great anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n for this year,i tink i have not been a great friend to everyone. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have upset a lot of ppl dis year. a whole lot. only god noes hw much i upset them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tonight,something really caught my attention as i was bloghopping. n it proves to show hw different ppl think differently abt u as an individual. its not always flowery n sweet abt u. sometymes ppl just have no comments for u cz ur just average to them. but to some,u did things n made an impact in their lives or things dat might affect hw they had think abt u all along. either way,wat i read,kinda hurt but then who am i to comment ryte. it's how ppl tink of me. im not gona start an issue here. cz im already upset abt one thing these past few daes,explaining the last two blog post. n den came this opinion of hw i am by someone. so dat makes two different things dats upsetting me. i duno wat im gona do with myself. so to dat fren of mine,im just gona take things as it had always been. up to u to change hw things r. cz ryte nw,i dun have the will to put in effort in anything i abt to do for the day. cz i noe im useless. "spot on". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my ferst advance birthday present by my cousin today. a printed tshirt. black shirt with green n white printing. hw i wish my days would get better wen dat DAY comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes,im upset n useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self pity huh....melyssa goh does makes sense sometymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*awak tk perasan kita sebab awak perasan awak cantik*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-588249129280093089?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/588249129280093089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=588249129280093089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/588249129280093089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/588249129280093089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/haiqal-suck.html' title='Haiqal Suck'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-1306533216529471885</id><published>2008-12-08T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:01:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>"why must everything not go our way and just turn our life around when we least expect it,&lt;br /&gt;why must irony always be available in one's life one way or another with whoever that had been coming in and out of his/her life,&lt;br /&gt;or with whoever who is still in his/her life,&lt;br /&gt;why must one has to deal with one's emotions when he/she is alone even when he/she knows friends are always there to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;why must one suffer for a long time believing his/her sufferings would be for a good cause even though reality has proven that it is useless,&lt;br /&gt;why must one be not able to love anyone because anyone doesn't seem to be right for him/her except for the one he/she suffers for,&lt;br /&gt;why must one be so angry even though the joy of his/her life is right in front of them smiling from ear to ear,&lt;br /&gt;why must feel one ever so empty yet a heart so heavy whenever he/she think,speak or see the person they have been dearly to,&lt;br /&gt;why must one's effort be for someone who will nvr realise the sacrifices they made for them,&lt;br /&gt;why must one even try................:s"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just writing down this thing spontaneously. haha. a bit lame for some of u guyz. but sometymes life will not always go ur way. i should noe better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1306533216529471885?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1306533216529471885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1306533216529471885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1306533216529471885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1306533216529471885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-2664162836461769014</id><published>2008-12-06T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:28:57.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS</title><content type='html'>ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/12/2008 taught me dat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-2664162836461769014?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/2664162836461769014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=2664162836461769014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2664162836461769014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2664162836461769014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls.html' title='GIRLS'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8518350261531781286</id><published>2008-12-02T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:59:53.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sickly holiday.....</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all. just came back form holiday yesterdae. haha. i was ard malaysia la. haha. just a brief post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day:reach hotel. eat evrywhere. play bowling. eat pizza. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day:wake up early just for breakfast.got ready.went Sunway Pyramid. SHop. go  back hotel. play snooker. sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day:wake up early have breakfast,sleep again while the rest of teh family go swimming,got ready,went to cousin's house in KL,play snooker at the neighbourhood.go home,went shopping at downtown,it rained,went back,sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day:wake up,go mid valley mega mall,shop till i drop,went back,sleep,wake up go downtown again n shop again,went home,sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day:wake up,packed everything,make way to kota tinggi,reach kampung,eat,sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th day:wake up,had lunch,go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this six daes n up till nw,i've been very very sick~!~!!~!~&lt;br /&gt;haiz....~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8518350261531781286?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8518350261531781286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8518350261531781286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8518350261531781286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8518350261531781286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/12/sickly-holiday.html' title='A sickly holiday.....'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6257217190971663699</id><published>2008-11-24T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:32:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROES AND VILLAINS</title><content type='html'>Aidi did this thing. so i tried it. haha. LOL to which superhero i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Superman&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Superman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 80%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=80&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 80%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=65&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 65%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Supergirl&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Hulk&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Flash&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=60&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 60%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Iron Man&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=55&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 55%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Robin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=52&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 52%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Batman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=35&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 35%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=35&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 35%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are mild-mannered, good, &lt;BR&gt;strong and you love to help others.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im this villain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Venom&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Venom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=75&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 75%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=56&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 56%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Riddler&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=53&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 53%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;The Joker&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=51&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 51%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Two-Face&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=44&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 44%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Apocalypse&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=41&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 41%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dark Phoenix&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=41&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 41%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Magneto&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=39&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 39%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Lex Luthor&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=35&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 35%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Kingpin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=35&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 35%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Catwoman&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=33&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 33%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=33&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 33%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mystique&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=32&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 32%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Green Goblin&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=16&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 16%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mr. Freeze&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=14&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 14%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=8&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 8%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="250"&gt;Strength, disguise and adrenaline are your greatest weapons.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/venom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAA.VENOM BABY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Super Villain Personality Test&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a serious note,uu are the hero n villain of ur own life. u hva eur own "hero" or "heroin" in ur life. dat amkes u so attach to them. do i have one? i dun tink so. emo-ing is bad for health ppl. so cut those fringes. n u all can live w/o me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6257217190971663699?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6257217190971663699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6257217190971663699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6257217190971663699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6257217190971663699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/11/heroes-and-villains.html' title='HEROES AND VILLAINS'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-4106280366554723287</id><published>2008-11-23T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:46:16.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd November</title><content type='html'>So this wat wat happened on 22nd november:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with cik hasnah msging dat deres a meeting at zhenghua. =.="&lt;br /&gt;den marshall msg me wana use computer at my house. so he came over. haven seen him ever since he went NS. so like after two months plus baru jumper. hahaha. smoke for awhile. den tyme for me to go to Zhenghua. wtf.....~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So made my way all the way to zhenghua. wtf~ met cik hasnah n her son. saw some of the graffitians with paint making their art exhibition. meeting was a bit of a drag. den ard 4.45 went off baq to woodlands. wtf~....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach woodlands n head straight to wlds cc to take our overdue NDP cheque. LOL. got a bit of nagging here n dere from the cc staff. HAHHAHAH. so took the cheque went baq to wlds interchange to meet the Scumbagz to go to Sharazad's birthday pit. reach dere met falah n mas. den fyzah,bo n samad came along. fathu n masod was late. n our dear mastura was kinda pissed off. haha. but i know y dey were late lor. cz apparently alep told mas he was confine in camp wen he wasnt. LOL. so fathu,masod n taufiq i suspect waited for alep la. hahaha.*this is gona be a long post. LOL.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we headed to tampines ferst. reach tampines all became lazy bums n took taxi to downtown east. haha. reach dere met up with yan n syamir. den wen dey were oready making their way towards the pit, samad n i were bz at subway queueing to buy COOKIES!!!! it was like 12 cookies for $9.90!!! those big size ones!!!! HAHAHAHAH. so as we both make our way to the pit. we savour three cookies each. fuh. KENCANG SIOL the cookies. hahaha. reach the pit gave the rest the cookies. dere din,azri,chery,sharazad,adi n amar was oready dere. den fyzah fetch her bf to the pit. so very a lot the ppl dere la. haha. we actually had to borrow firestarters from the next pit cz the one we left behind at wlds were nt dere yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK!!!! U DUN NID MORE DEN 40 FIRESTATERS TO MAKE THE BBQ START~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the fire started. the rest came. ayul came latest. bcoz of a stupid taxi driver. so we had fun. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. details ok i give? haha. so played cards. samad n fyzah's boyfren had to dance on the table. LOL. forfeit mah. haha. ate here n dere. present sharazad with her birthday cake baked by Mastura. very proud of mastura cz she actually bakes. who would have tot ryte?!! AHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blah blah blah,everyone was ettling down. taking a break. i was cooking with fathu. suddenly,"PAP!!!" butter on chery forehead. LOL. n dats wen the butter-honey-mayonaise-chicken marinate sauce-crab meat-fish ball war started. everyone was practically covered in butter. PLANTA to be exact!!!!!!!! so everyone wen to the toilet to wash up. hahaha. freaking cold lor. den i went to take a few blinks of "sleep". it was so cold i kept coughing. so after half an hr i got up n stay up. clean up the place. by 10 everyone was up. we un-pitched the tents. went downtown east n reali shower. got mcdonald. eat. den go home. yes ah!!! FINALLY FINISH BLOGGING. BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4106280366554723287?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4106280366554723287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4106280366554723287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4106280366554723287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4106280366554723287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/11/22nd-november.html' title='22nd November'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5445273523880894375</id><published>2008-11-20T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:51:30.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erm.</title><content type='html'>The month of November up till nw is a very emotional month for me. well actually for other ppl not me. reali. ppl had been in all sorts of prediacments. n me noeing it. n tink wat if it happened to me. well,sad reali. some of had pull thru form it. some of them are still going thru it. but at the end of the dae im still single. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.NO LINK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the me being single part,the rest is all true. so ppl out dere. everyone has problems. be it bigger or smaller den urs. but watever it is u can pull thru it. contact 1800-pull-thru for assistance. HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i choreo SINGLE by New Kids On The Block feat Neyo.&lt;br /&gt;wished i could make a vid of it n post it here. hahah. ryte~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5445273523880894375?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5445273523880894375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5445273523880894375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5445273523880894375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5445273523880894375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/11/erm.html' title='erm.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3129143397997781062</id><published>2008-11-19T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:13:39.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Before i start with anything,i would to give a shoutout to my dear "star" acquaintance. Hopefully u will get thru this ordeal. hopefully i could see the cheerful "star" dat i know a year before. be strong. be brave. be smart. tyme is a necessity for u ryte nw. u noe it. but do noe dat im always available 24/7. always been always had been. be ok my dear "star". cz i wana see dat sparkle in ur eyes if we were to ever meet again. n i mean if we were ever.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;AIDIRUDDIN TAGGED ME AGAIN!!!!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's your 10 most Favourite Foods.&lt;br /&gt;- cookies&lt;br /&gt;- chocolates&lt;br /&gt;- rice with spicy dishes&lt;br /&gt;- japanese food&lt;br /&gt;- fresh lettuce&lt;br /&gt;- fast food&lt;br /&gt;- seafood&lt;br /&gt;- red meat&lt;br /&gt;- potato&lt;br /&gt;- everything else which is halal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 10 things I love Doing.&lt;br /&gt;- DANCE&lt;br /&gt;- climbing&lt;br /&gt;- soccer&lt;br /&gt;- chilling&lt;br /&gt;- watch videos&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping by the beach/jetty.&lt;br /&gt;- chatting&lt;br /&gt;- blogging&lt;br /&gt;- livejournal-ing&lt;br /&gt;- eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 5 things I loved doing when I'm EMO.&lt;br /&gt;- write random sentences on a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;- RUN&lt;br /&gt;- dance&lt;br /&gt;- listen to song&lt;br /&gt;- knock head on wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) 5 things I loved doing when I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;- dance&lt;br /&gt;- laugh&lt;br /&gt;- daydream&lt;br /&gt;- relax&lt;br /&gt;- eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 5 things I wish to happen&lt;br /&gt;- go ns but stay at home n get paid&lt;br /&gt;- be one of the better dancer in sg&lt;br /&gt;- (HER)&lt;br /&gt;- (SHE)&lt;br /&gt;- Demi Lovato to date me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 5 types of a person of another gender I adore&lt;br /&gt;- DIMPLES&lt;br /&gt;- sporty&lt;br /&gt;- sweet&lt;br /&gt;- patient&lt;br /&gt;- vogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My 5 most addicted playlist&lt;br /&gt;- Neyo&lt;br /&gt;- refer to above answer&lt;br /&gt;- refer to above answer&lt;br /&gt;- refer to above answer&lt;br /&gt;- refer to above answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) 5 Person I wish to tag.&lt;br /&gt;- Fiona Xie&lt;br /&gt;- Haney Hadat&lt;br /&gt;- Oprah&lt;br /&gt;- Wonder Woman&lt;br /&gt;- Demi Lovato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3129143397997781062?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3129143397997781062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3129143397997781062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3129143397997781062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3129143397997781062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-7127927405842164626</id><published>2008-11-16T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:04:48.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15112008</title><content type='html'>so today was Floor The Love competition. im in the hip hop category. big phfft. went to SMU with rafi and syafiq. registered. fifteen minutes ltr went in for preliminary rounds. Me n hamster got thru to the top 16. blah blah blah. battled with two guyz from Foreign Bodies. the battle was a tie. after dat we lost the tie breaker. cz somehow the other team's luck was gd as the repeated fast beats was long so dey some took sometyme to "hit" evrything. ouh well. watched the rest of the category. den after dat went to town. chill at taka. me,hamster,syafiq,rafi. talk cock all the way till 9 plus. went to wisma to watch hakim,wawan,elly,gino n reela perform. metas n fathu dere. after dat went baq wlds lepak. den done. go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after today,i noe i can be a better dancer. a way better dancer. but i have to practice hard. bboying wise im gona concentrate more on my moves nw. n knowing dat ns is coming reali demoralise me.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7127927405842164626?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7127927405842164626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7127927405842164626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7127927405842164626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7127927405842164626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/11/15112008.html' title='15112008'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3525154125299706504</id><published>2008-11-14T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:47:42.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>hey ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things had been happening. ppl who can read my livejournal u should noe la. haha. i cant update my blog using my comp. duno y. like fuck shit. using hamster's laptop to update. i got floor the love hip hop battle comp tmr. so troublesome. out of 18 teams they gona pick 16. ccb. up against Oschool,Studiowu,SFB,Flairnation. me? im nothing lor. nw gona do a tag thingy by aidiruddin. owe him dis one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhammad haiqal have been tagged by muhammad aidiruddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, here we go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;-like duh. even u have at least one..;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;-no doubt. as u can see from most married couples. they have a specific age range between them. but sometymes the younger ones ryte,their mind like,young. phfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;-WAH THX EHK!!!! WAT A TRICK QUESTION!!! DUN WAN TO ANSWER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;-open up a studio where the raffles dental clinis is at causeway point. send my parents to mecca ferst. wun be opening a buisness yet. chill baby save the money for marriage. but while waiting gona go PARTY~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-I FEEL LIKE KILLING U!!!~~~ *duno*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;-its a give n take situation u see. u give me love i take ur love. i give u love u take my love. but personally,i feel blessed if im being loved. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.List out 10 favourite things that u like&lt;br /&gt;-1.My 18th birthdae present.&lt;br /&gt;-2.DANCE&lt;br /&gt;-3.Climb&lt;br /&gt;-4.soccer&lt;br /&gt;-5.Friends&lt;br /&gt;-6.Girls with dreglocks&lt;br /&gt;-7.DYK/F.UP&lt;br /&gt;-8.Fantastic Crew Cheer Squad&lt;br /&gt;-9.Family&lt;br /&gt;-10.DEMI LOVATO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;-get reali disappointed den be ok cz dere are other rainbow fishes in the sea. but i still be the same though.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;-too much to list.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;-being left/ditched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;-i'd be a cameraman for the best drama series in SG or i be a hotel manager at some 5 star hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;-Family,Hooligans,DYK,Fab 4,Luminiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is being regarded as the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;-My ehem-ehem. HAHHAHAHHAHA. no la. my friends for nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;-married but poor? cz at least i know i have someone by my side to get our financial statuts better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;-GREEN,BROWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, and both of them do the same, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;-quoted from aidiruddin,"they say that a guy thinks of the girl he really likes/loves before he slept at night. so yeah~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;-forgive yes. forget nope. memory mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;-i suck at dat ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If there is a choice between lover and friends,which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;-i choose my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe that there's "True Love"?&lt;br /&gt;-yeap! its like wen u see her walking,everyone ard u just seem to fade away n the only ppl left is just u n her. n wen she talks to u,u would listen to every detail she has to say,chuckle wen needed,hug her wen she's abt to cry,tickle her wen she cracks a lame joke. True love depends on each individual. maybe some of u reading this may have found the person u love. its just a matter of making true(thru) it. get wat i mean? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl who's goin to do tis survey.&lt;br /&gt;1)MAI SQUEEK2&lt;br /&gt;2)KRISTA AISYAH&lt;br /&gt;3)KHAIRAH BANKZ&lt;br /&gt;4)YENNY NURUL CHRISTINA&lt;br /&gt;5)DEMI LOVATO(HUH?!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3525154125299706504?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3525154125299706504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3525154125299706504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3525154125299706504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3525154125299706504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8134447516710340778</id><published>2008-11-07T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:22:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy to elaborate.</title><content type='html'>i lazy to elaborate so i just write wat i've been up to recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a bit bz with the zhenghua cc comp.&lt;br /&gt;2. practicing for h-two-o event performance.&lt;br /&gt;3. acting for my fren's project.&lt;br /&gt;4. worked for a rugby event for two daes n got $175 plus $50 tip.&lt;br /&gt;5. been alone n nid company on my hp and at nyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats abt it. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8134447516710340778?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8134447516710340778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8134447516710340778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8134447516710340778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8134447516710340778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy-to-elaborate.html' title='lazy to elaborate.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-1102341461757051746</id><published>2008-10-24T01:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T02:34:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet-ups with the wonderful ladies in my life.</title><content type='html'>Yesyes people of the world. This week i had the chance to meet the wonderful ladies of my life. My dearest DIANNAH LYCHEE n my two darlings,SHEILA AND IZZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday,my dearest lychee drag me out of bed w/o even touching me. lol. she gave me a msg asking whether wana meet up to eat or not. cz last friday she cant meet me so it's like making up for it la. den i say ok at 5 plus we meet. den skali at 3 plus she msg me she hungry oready. i like ask her go eat ferst la. haha. she dun wan. den sh ereplied with a sad face. den i liek call her lor. den she like reali drag me out of my bed w/o touching me. lol. den meet her at Causeway Point. we went to eat at banquet. dere we camwhore with my new digicam,jimmy,and ate. lol. after dat go smoke at carpark. more camwhoring session. lol. den i had to go oready cz i have practice den she had to go to meet her boyfriend. here are the pictures:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC-pKQoYZI/AAAAAAAAApE/0hm2xmJJavY/s1600-h/PA200642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC-onUDLiI/AAAAAAAAAos/eEUvUPEm61s/s320/PA200637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260413969725861410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC-nzILenI/AAAAAAAAAok/TyTYQEeWNHM/s1600-h/PA200636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC-nzILenI/AAAAAAAAAok/TyTYQEeWNHM/s320/PA200636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260413955717429874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_l0wVurI/AAAAAAAAAps/QKSfUGDyNpk/s1600-h/PA200652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_l0wVurI/AAAAAAAAAps/QKSfUGDyNpk/s320/PA200652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415021306198706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_knNn6rI/AAAAAAAAApM/7zwQRsfP7_g/s1600-h/PA200645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_knNn6rI/AAAAAAAAApM/7zwQRsfP7_g/s320/PA200645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415000491059890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_lu5K3YI/AAAAAAAAApk/N-BcUZlPXtI/s1600-h/PA200649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_lu5K3YI/AAAAAAAAApk/N-BcUZlPXtI/s320/PA200649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415019732622722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_leHNuAI/AAAAAAAAApc/RqB5CQMn4n8/s1600-h/PA200648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_leHNuAI/AAAAAAAAApc/RqB5CQMn4n8/s320/PA200648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415015228127234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_lKzTFfI/AAAAAAAAApU/Thusr6ijO3g/s1600-h/PA200647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC_lKzTFfI/AAAAAAAAApU/Thusr6ijO3g/s320/PA200647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415010044319218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDAK9d9jPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ThEC3mQVHqo/s1600-h/PA200659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDAK9d9jPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ThEC3mQVHqo/s320/PA200659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415659300195570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDAKS_BAxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/zxvPjayD75I/s1600-h/PA200658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDAKS_BAxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/zxvPjayD75I/s320/PA200658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415647896109842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDAJ-HjF7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/noAXPnoIVck/s1600-h/PA200655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDAJ-HjF7I/AAAAAAAAAp0/noAXPnoIVck/s320/PA200655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260415642294753202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den yesterdae(wednesdae) my dear sheila dralz msg me asking whetehr want to meet her in the afternoon cz she's meeting izza darlz. haha. like wat a chance la for us to get together after two years. LOL. so met up with sheila darlz ferst. was so happy la!!! hug like nvr hug b4. den like we walked ard causeway point to wait for izza to come from tampines. den izza darlz came n we spent tyme together talking n gossiping at orange julius. hahahahhahahahaha. here are the pictures:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBwEA--xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ht5doWGoP8k/s1600-h/22102008186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBwEA--xI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ht5doWGoP8k/s320/22102008186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417396224490258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBvhOxjjI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vZU7i4h7T3E/s1600-h/22102008185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBvhOxjjI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vZU7i4h7T3E/s320/22102008185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417386887089714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBvMW74fI/AAAAAAAAAqc/tmBlpwTKQJs/s1600-h/22102008184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBvMW74fI/AAAAAAAAAqc/tmBlpwTKQJs/s320/22102008184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417381284176370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBu5URHLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0IzaJ1_-vMs/s1600-h/22102008182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBu5URHLI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0IzaJ1_-vMs/s320/22102008182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417376172711090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBudPysFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ux6A1pqkNCo/s1600-h/22102008176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDBudPysFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ux6A1pqkNCo/s320/22102008176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417368637747282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCbA_Fz9I/AAAAAAAAArU/LL0dhOKRcgc/s1600-h/22102008191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCbA_Fz9I/AAAAAAAAArU/LL0dhOKRcgc/s320/22102008191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418134145617874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCarLZ2vI/AAAAAAAAArM/Rfpkwrfu2kE/s1600-h/22102008192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCarLZ2vI/AAAAAAAAArM/Rfpkwrfu2kE/s320/22102008192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418128291683058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCaQhpleI/AAAAAAAAArE/lvo1xM3sP9E/s1600-h/22102008194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCaQhpleI/AAAAAAAAArE/lvo1xM3sP9E/s320/22102008194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418121137231330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCZ8JBTxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cpYTmfKXt3k/s1600-h/22102008196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCZ8JBTxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cpYTmfKXt3k/s320/22102008196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418115665219346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCZf9mtaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/bvM2ALhpl_s/s1600-h/22102008198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDCZf9mtaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/bvM2ALhpl_s/s320/22102008198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418108101146018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDDNo2N_mI/AAAAAAAAArc/uackmgH4WUM/s1600-h/22102008200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQDDNo2N_mI/AAAAAAAAArc/uackmgH4WUM/s320/22102008200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260419003839282786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;* &amp; she must be 1.6m and above,has a good figure,brown hair with blonde streaks,can sing and into things i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1102341461757051746?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1102341461757051746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1102341461757051746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1102341461757051746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1102341461757051746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-ups-with-wonderful-ladies-in-my.html' title='Meet-ups with the wonderful ladies in my life.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SQC-pKQoYZI/AAAAAAAAApE/0hm2xmJJavY/s72-c/PA200642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-4574383742095282076</id><published>2008-10-21T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:35:30.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEEKEND OF HARI RAYA!!!</title><content type='html'>haha. yesyes. it was a weekend of hari raya for me. haha. on saturdae nisa(my "daughter") came with her secondary school frenz to my humble home to raya. najib was dere. lol. so did syakira and her darlingS,regina and sarah. a whole lot of eating n everything. hahaha. den sarah n regina asked me whether i would wan to join them since they're going syafik's house. so i was like y not cz its real reali been a long while since i met dat slacker guy. anyway he can pass me my overdue birthday present. haha. so dat day went quite ok. better den expected actually. except for one part. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday however!!!! haha. those hooligans(ite college east rock climbers present n past) nvr fails to make me laugh the whole dae n enjoy it. they came my house ferst. imagine me with my shorts just finish bathing n towel at the door inviting them inside the house. hahaha. hysterical!!! den we had a forgiving session. lol. dan funny. cant put the video here ah. haha. i wil try to upload it. hoho. dere was too many fun things happening on dat day dat i duno where to start. so let the pictures(http://haiqal89.multiply.com/photos/album/1/raya_with_the_climbers) do the talking. well,me,aidi,firman,amin n fadli ended up sleeping over khairah's place. haha. played congkak dat nyte. lol. aidi is such a noob at congkak sia. u should see hw he debate ppl play trick on him to win. lol. it was reali a fun week end. tmr going to climb at ite simei. too bad i cant join the upcoming ock climbing competition cz im werking. damn~ haha. but y watse money wen u can earn them. hohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HOOLIGANS!!!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4574383742095282076?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4574383742095282076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4574383742095282076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4574383742095282076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4574383742095282076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-weekend-of-hari-raya.html' title='WHAT A WEEKEND OF HARI RAYA!!!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6630845112840695383</id><published>2008-10-17T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:01:59.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Content.</title><content type='html'>Im quite content nw hw life have been moving. haha. but this whole week pass so fast. i could only remember wat i did for the past three daes. like seriously. n my body is aching due to all the vigorous activities i've been doing these past 3 daes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a summary:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAE: I went with my mum to ICA to make my new i/c. my passport photo look so urgh cz i was forcing my eyes to open while taking the photo. tired la. haha. den appealed for the i/c to paid less. we got it. initially must pay 100 but after appeal pay 60 bucks only. wow~~~ just nid a logical story n a sad face. haha. den after dat went to banquet wlds to have my japanese food. haha. poor mum. i bought a ramen set for 6 bucks cz i ask for more toppings and noodles. delicious baby. feeling naruto la katakn. after dat i wanted more. so i bought this seafood combo where dere is a fried fish,squid and prawns all together on a hot plate. yumyum!!~~ tmr like wan to eat ah. den dat nyte wen to rp to break since i haven practice my breakdance for so long. dammit. im totally rusty i tell u. haha. den ended the dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAE: the nyte b4 i asked aidi whther he wana go ite simei to rock climb or not. but he dun wan. den suddenly he pm me meet at 5pm saying he going. lol. so met the guy at 5pm together with fir. den we headed towards tampines to meet zaini. from tampinesstraight went to ite simei. zaini gave aidi some of his clothes dat he couldnt fit in. haha. some were too big so me n fir took a shirt from the bag. LOL. but aidi will nw have more berms and shirts to go out with. yes~  reach simei n found out dat hatta(an open category climber) was their new coach. lucky he know u oready. lol. so we climb. been a long tyme since i climb. n it was damn syok lor. den went to th epull-up bars to do alot of pull-ups. going home was fun as usual as we were dikir barat-ing the way to tampines interchange. went to mcdonalds to eat. blah blah blah. went home met uzair at the bus stop n asked him abt his NS life. got a few pointers from him.*YES IM GOING NS SOON PPL!!!!! WELL NOT REALI BUT I NOE WEN IM GOING IN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAE:today dear marella krista suddenly called me ard 2pm. i was wondering wat she wanted cz she noes im still asleep at dat tyme. haha. actuali it was because of teh bulletin i made for her. HHAHAHA. i show u guyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""""Do you think it is a sign of weakness to cry?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. its a sign of courage to potray ur own feelings on a situation or a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could stop time at any moment in your life, what would you be doing when you stopped it?&lt;br /&gt;- Grab a whole load of money from the bank,crash a car,make sure someone will poke another person's eyes while walking n simply enjoy the view of the "paused' sunset...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your parents still treat you as though you are a child?&lt;br /&gt;- which parent doesnt. dey just go,ouh u all grown up oready' but n their heart u will always be their bay boy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had a falling out with any of your friends lately?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What character in any movie do you feel like and why?&lt;br /&gt;- Hitch from the movie "Hitch". Cz he can help others but nvr helps himself. jz like me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell someone the harsh truth, even though you know it would make them angry?&lt;br /&gt;- i wouldnt tell them directly cz harsh truth are meant to be experience n known by oneself alone. but i just give him a clue to get to dat harsh truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever consider changing your sex?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. Everything is perfectly fine with this body of mine. girls got raging hormones worse den guys. u want dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change a part of your life but it would effect your present, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- yeap. i would had been with my bidadari den.... *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the "emo" style?&lt;br /&gt;- the longer ur fringe the cooler u are. phfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a time machine, what would be the first year you visited?&lt;br /&gt;- 2020 check hw many kids im having. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your most important possesion?&lt;br /&gt;- my heart n *ehem*. HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to like someone to love them?&lt;br /&gt;- dUH. ur socially deprived of love i gez since u ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider love to be like?&lt;br /&gt;- its like guy is blind to see that girl loves him but girl is deaf to hear guy say he loves her. something lyke dat la if u get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you want to die?&lt;br /&gt;- When the tyme comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. u wana see ur frens families and younger generations die all the way?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;- i din get to eat real japanese food. haha. no la. nothing dat comes in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who cuts?&lt;br /&gt;- cut class i noe. cut body parts i dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mind most today?&lt;br /&gt;- Y am i still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;- yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever called a person useless?&lt;br /&gt;- jokingly, yes. seriously, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually tell people when they hurt your feelings?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you just don’t understand?&lt;br /&gt;- Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;- Hungrily angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;- yeap. cz u sometymes choose wat to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there for your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- I seriously duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeapyeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many TRUE friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- I do have a few cz u nid tyme to find trust. tyme to experience life with them. tyme to see hw true dey are.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;P.S. dis wat happens wen a filipino is angry:&lt;br /&gt;OMG! wala kang malai gawin sa buhay mo no? parang nakaka irita no?! parang iniispam mo lang ang bullettins ko! Parang hindi nakakatuwa! arrgh! mother toot!!! di bali kng pogi, di naman!!"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the last part caught her eye duh!~~ haha. so we talked abt dat bulletin n irritate the hell out of her b4 she start her class. hahahaha. den hamster came my house asked me to join him n luminiq to break at studio. so we went. den from studio went to RP to break. reach RP i have an urge to go to their rock wall to see aidi. haha. so me n syafiq went dere. i actually went dere just to see hw things are going. end up i was in a pair of climbing shoes climbing with them. i was dere for an hr plus plus. syafiq on the other hand was enjoying the "view". cz got chinese chicks. LOL. had enuf of climbing n went back to break. dats wen my body start aching lyke hell lyke how it is nw. haha. blah blah blah went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body aching!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6630845112840695383?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6630845112840695383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6630845112840695383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6630845112840695383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6630845112840695383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/content.html' title='Content.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8764807220600959748</id><published>2008-10-14T05:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:57:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>I bet all of u dream to be something. dream to have something. dream to be with someone. dream for sweet moments. dream for the best for urself. well i juz wana share wat my dreams are. kinda random. but ya. cant get to sleep. been tinking alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ferst dream ever since i was a kid was to have a lot of frenz. reali. i din have much frenz till i reach primary 3. n since den,i've always wish i would be frenz with different kinds of ppl. ppl of diffrent colour,different language or different country. heck i even dream abt travelling the world to make frenz wih everyone. cz frenz have been a very very very impt part of my life. dats y i nvr forget them. cz each person i know plays a part in my life be it small or big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other den dat,i dream to be a doctor. like ya,with the current state i am now im far from being a doctor. lol. but for now,i reali wana be in the media line. like reali. i watch tv alot. and everytyme the credits comes out at the end of a show i will tentatively read ppl's name dat was shown. it might be nothing to some of u,but to the person whose name was featured,it might had been reali meaningful to them. haha. but ya. and one other dream i have nw is to be an established dancer. like reali. sometymes i jz envy hw ppl of my age  being so much better of den me as a dancer u noe. for example Hafiz from Styles From Beyond. i kinda envy him u noe. haha. cz like he's my age n he have achieved so much. but den again he started dancing wen i start dancing wen. lol. but ya. i reali want to be an establish dancer. choreograph for schools like Hakim. but ya. i can only dream lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk abt the girl of my dreamz. hmmm. DEMI LOVATO!!!!!! hahahahhaha. she's so cute la. she got dis rabbit tooth at the front dat will always makes me go gaga wenever she smiles. haha. n her dimples!!! omg im such a sucker for girls with natural dimples. LOL. but reality check,ain't gona happen ryte. haha. but for real,i had actually found the girl of my dreamz. she's not all perfect but i feel we are just right for each other. ya ya. she does exists in this country call Singapore. but too bad she's attach. (awwww...poor haiqal.......) only god noes who she is. haha. i suck at love thingy. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n one other dream i have,is dat dis year,on my 19th birthday on 19 December,i can have most of the ppl i noe to be with me. be it my climbers,my dancers,my soccer mates,my ite or secondary sch frenz. but den it would probably be so totally hetic lor. hahahah. but ya. i wana make my birthday dis year special. cz i dun usually have plans for my birthday. last year was with the climbers going to bugis,amk and even wlds to celebrate. we actuali went ard sg in search of swensens to get free ice cream for the birthday boy. LOL. but last year was kinda special. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing i ever dream of is dat not to disappoint or upset anyone in my circles of frenz. cz it happened so many tymes. i've upset a lot of ppl dis past years. n it reali upset me too. n i've haven get much sleep tinking thru things i've done in my life. all the bad ones. derez even badder(if dere is such a word) ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,dis is just a random post. i just cant get to sleep after tossing n turning for the past 2 HOURS. haha. take care ppl of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*apasal siput babi jln perlahan?&lt;br /&gt;sebab dia tgh pk dia siput ke babi.("siput ke babi....siput ke babi.....")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8764807220600959748?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8764807220600959748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8764807220600959748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8764807220600959748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8764807220600959748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-2035012917298572782</id><published>2008-10-12T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:52:35.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>----------</title><content type='html'>i cried for the ferst tyme in a long tyme tonight. n it was a gd cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who can read my livejournal go ahead. for the rest,jz figure out wat it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i bet the ferst thing dat comes to ur mind is a girl problem.phftt. im not dat typical.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-2035012917298572782?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/2035012917298572782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=2035012917298572782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2035012917298572782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2035012917298572782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='----------'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3426784122462979508</id><published>2008-10-10T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:21:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Year Anniversary Mastura And Fathu!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SO47y7Fjg5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/bJGgFe5LLmI/s1600-h/masfathu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SO47y7Fjg5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/bJGgFe5LLmI/s320/masfathu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255203561228436370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish these two lovebirds a happy 1 year anniversary!!!!!!!!  A year passed so fast huh. is as if lyke yesterdae we were all at titanic hanging ard playing cards and ali pom. lol. they had gone thick n thin together. n as a fren,i very glad dat they are still strong as ever. haha.  n somemore they both are one of my closest frenz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,i would like to extend my greatest apologies to mastura cz i noe she's very unhappy at me not being able to make it dis saturdae. reali. im reali sori. but for once i would like to do things for myself. yes it is selfish but dis is personal for me. i hope u would understand mastura. so do the rest of the ppl who are coming dis saturdae. i will hopefully join u guyz after the "thing" is done. im reali sori...:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again happy 1 year anniversary to u guyz hope ur anniversary date will go smoothly n dat u guyz will enjoy urself like i walways see u guyz do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p,s,when's my turn? phfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3426784122462979508?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3426784122462979508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3426784122462979508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3426784122462979508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3426784122462979508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-1-year-anniversary-mastura-and.html' title='Happy 1 Year Anniversary Mastura And Fathu!!!!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SO47y7Fjg5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/bJGgFe5LLmI/s72-c/masfathu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-5311065044833366530</id><published>2008-10-07T03:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:59:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dis is random.</title><content type='html'>DIS IS TOTALLY RANDOM N HAS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH ME OR ANYONE DAT I NOE WATSOEVER. LIKE SERIOUSLY.(for the ferst few paragraphs la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i was jz blog hopping jz nw. den i read dis case of a girl having to leave her bf bcoz her heart is stil with her ex boyfren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den y in the ferst place u go on with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like cmon man. the fact dat u chose to be with him has shown dat u got over the old one n getting on with the new. den wat is this? wat... u were in the heat of the moment n just be with him. wat heat are u suggesting u tell me. wah. feeling2 with the guy. tink(*yes they do tink guys*) dat everything gona be just fine ryte after dat. den after every sweet moments,sweet werds,sweet msges and sweet everything,u just realise,"hey. y aint my heart feeling lyke b4 wen i was with HIM". jady maksud dia apa nie(so wats the meaning of this). i dun understand reali. like..  man....  pity the boyfren sia....  dere had always been dat one moment where u actually tink back abt a person. be it ur ex,the one dat had gone to the afterlife or ur frenz dat is sill surrounding u. u always have dat kinda flashback wen ur in a place dat u had been b4 with dat someone. tinking abt the past is one thing. but tinking of wanting to have dat experience again is another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok side track to this "past" thing.  yea. i do think of the past. ALOT. haha. dats y i cant get to sleep straight away. be it happy or sad moments. cz u see. woodlands itself have hold many relationships/dating/semi-dating/onesidedlove(?) memories for me. from causeway point to evergreen secondary. to marsiling jetty till admiralty hard court. haha. dats just wlds u see. town area is another place where memories had been mould tyme n again. i bet all of u reading dis have precious memories at town area. dun lie ok. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side track again. today wen i was outside. i saw this two young people(YP) dat was like spending tyme with each other. haha. den i like tink baq. wow. secondary school love. some of u had a partner during secondary school ryte? or someone u had a crush on maybe till nw. or a fren who was with the same girl since secondary. im not reali talking abt my two year relationship b4. but ya. those tymes. wen u were young(15-16) having a bf/gf was a rather big issue. haha. wen i tink back on my secondary school daes. i had a lot of "gf"'s till sec 3 wen i decided to settle down with a girl. she noe who she is. but ya. secondary school love life is quite promising i must say. cz u growing as u are loving someone. haha. i was so immature back den. ok nw maybe still a lil bit. but heck. lol. but ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dun u guyz try to take a minute. just sit back or watever,stare into space n tink abt ur past. be it ur secondary school life,the ppl u had been with or things u had done. just tink baq for a moment. smile if u have to. cz everytyme i tink abt my past i always smile. if its a happy moment i smile bcoz i look so happy. if it was a sad moment for me,i still smile cz its funny seeing hw dumb i am. anyvay. i'm off nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from Fathu "PhatMan" Rahman,&lt;br /&gt;"Haiqal,kalau satu je tkper tau. at least ok maseh blh find another one. tapi nie tiga tau haiqal. da kira bodoh tau nie tiga org tinggalkn kau. kau mcm a few centimeters away aje dgn drg. abeh drg tinggalkn kau sebab kau  ________(fill in the blanks) nie kalau next punyer kau kene tinggalkn jgk. (*me*)mintak kene bunuh kn? hahaha.(*me*)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not offended watsoever by wat fathu said to me just nw. cz its actually funny wen i tink abt it. cz im dumb. or funny bcoz of the reasons(or some might say excuses) i made for myself. but watever it is. i dun tink dere'll be "another one" dats coming my way. haha. btw,DEMI LOVATO IS MY DREAM GIRL!!!~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH TK EHK..KKK BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;*try to ponder on wat i have written for this post. thx!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5311065044833366530?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5311065044833366530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5311065044833366530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5311065044833366530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5311065044833366530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/dis-is-random.html' title='Dis is random.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6489128862876313300</id><published>2008-10-05T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:14:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i duno wat to update actually. so im updating for the sake for updating. ahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go shopping. anyone out dere wana accompany me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yes yes. the application for "who wana be haiqal's hari raya date" is on. hahaha. lek ah. i noe im nt a hot stuff. jz trying my luck. n im not desperate. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. one of the houses i went for raya has sushi. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many dance comps coming. but dun tink i will be comepting. everyone seems to be bz. n im stuck at home. shitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana play soccer again. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana meet the climbers again n climb n crap n train n crap. n crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6489128862876313300?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6489128862876313300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6489128862876313300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6489128862876313300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6489128862876313300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8704183707198898043</id><published>2008-10-02T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:31:13.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>First of all,SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL MY MUSLIMS FRENZ OUT DERE!!! pLZ FORGIVE ALL OF MY WRONGDOINGS,MY HARSH WORDS N MY IRRTATINGNESS. HOPE ALL OF YOU HAVE A PLEASANT HARI RAYA DIS MONTH SINCE MOST OF YOU ALL WILL BE HAVING OUTINGS WITH ALL OF UR CIRCLES OF FRENS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,ferst day of raya was kind of a drag. i din sleep the night b4. so went for the prayers which i was apparently late for. hehe. so after dat went back home and changed for the proper raya oufit. dis year was red cz i told my mum i wanted red, lol. it was jz a typical &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;cekak musang and the sampin. got chapal dis year so wun be going out with ugly slippers. LOL. haha. after changing was the beg-for-forgiveness session. i bet most of u have trouble on this one cz it was kinda awkward for me. yea. every single year. lol. after dat went to the usual places. went to my grandma's house ferst. eat. den went to her neighbours. my grandma's neighbour's daughter always took care of me wen i was little. haha. i was remembered for dat. now i noe i was reali pampered wen i was little. awww..~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to my grandma's mother's house. -.-" i noe. live to a long ripe age. lol. n i hate going dere bcoz dere was TOO MANY PPL!!!! so me n my siblings jz sat in the room till it was tyme to go. haha. den went to alep's house where my father's side of the family will be dere. i was half asleep areadi den. lol. den after dat went to a few more places. at night went to my uncle's house. last hose of the dae. hahaha. alep had to change to his army uniform dere to go back to camp. lol. like me,my brother n my two other cuzzins were like escorts to send him out. LOL. the dae ended with me wanting to watch some vids but in the end went to sleep. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd dae just went to two houses. lazy to elaborate on dat one. LOL. here are all the pictures.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToDNh-uiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pY7GFrnlmBs/s1600-h/PA010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToDNh-uiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pY7GFrnlmBs/s320/PA010143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252578207290276386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToDvDkqvI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HEdZTmEY314/s1600-h/PA010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToDvDkqvI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HEdZTmEY314/s320/PA010146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252578216289544946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToD9gVVWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iHpoYX3DtII/s1600-h/PA010153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToD9gVVWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/iHpoYX3DtII/s320/PA010153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252578220168271202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToEO-TCtI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oQBXCyj3r18/s1600-h/PA010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToEO-TCtI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oQBXCyj3r18/s320/PA010154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252578224857352914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToEaKQ50I/AAAAAAAAAoU/4DQG2CncpkA/s1600-h/PA010158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToEaKQ50I/AAAAAAAAAoU/4DQG2CncpkA/s320/PA010158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252578227860334402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOTmg7ypqLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/L5fGR7aFIVI/s1600-h/PA010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOTmg7ypqLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/L5fGR7aFIVI/s320/PA010161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576518901180594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOTmhQ5gFmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Q0lrqpUo0K8/s1600-h/PA010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOTmhQ5gFmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Q0lrqpUo0K8/s320/PA010164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576524567058018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOTmhRLaRvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/F1FV6X7Vd-o/s1600-h/PA010166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOTmhRLaRvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/F1FV6X7Vd-o/s320/PA010166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252576524642174706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SOToDNh-uiI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pY7GFrnlmBs/s72-c/PA010143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-5741610918526741657</id><published>2008-09-28T05:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T05:45:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouh well....</title><content type='html'>din make it for code dge. was down wen the results was announce. at least i din get thru with the person who was crowned k.o. night champion. dat made me feel better. haha. so leepak at bugis.blah blah blah went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometymes i wonder whether i din went in because others are way better den me or dat i wasnt gd enuf reali. being not gd enuf had been happening dis whole tyme since i started dancing. so wat if im a bboy. dat doesnt prove anything much. doing solo is reali scary. but den for me,i tink im nt gd enuf for anything yet. yeah. anything. im such an untalented guy. haiz. i can nvr do anything gd. n i dun tink i will be gd in anything. such negativity in my mind. but yeah. i hate myself. maybe i should quit wen im ahead. or maybe i should try harder. den again. if ur gd ur gd. if ur nt well ur nt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very sad abt a couple of things ryte nw. i wana cry too actuali. but dats hardly gona happen. cz im too immune to anything. shits been starting to happen ard me ever since last year. maybe dis is a part of growing up. if i could weigh my heart,it would weigh a ton on the negative emotions meter. cz dats hw heavy my heart is. im nt reali wanting to be recognise but i jz wana be noticed. in anything i do. be it dance,soccer,rock climb. or anything else. but at the emd of the dae im a gd for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryte nw i have nothing to look forward to except for raya. well 50/50 its gona be same old same old for the ferst few daes. n i reali nid someone to reali talk to. someone whom im nt afraid to let out my feelings even though the fact im a guy. cz ryte nw. it seems dat im alone, very alone. n the feeling sucks every single morning i wake up n think abt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dats hw it is for nw. i would reali love to alborate evrything i worte here but my livejournal is being such an ass n cant be log in. thx again to everyone who has wished me luck for the competition. but for nw. i gotta do some soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just smile n u can overcome anything. dun start with me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5741610918526741657?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5741610918526741657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5741610918526741657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5741610918526741657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5741610918526741657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouh-well.html' title='ouh well....'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8270274013959925079</id><published>2008-09-27T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:05:08.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiong Ming Ah!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm at my wits end!!!!! tmr code edge solo competition!!!!! im so scared!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tolong!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiong ming ah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8270274013959925079?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8270274013959925079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8270274013959925079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8270274013959925079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8270274013959925079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/chiong-ming-ah.html' title='Chiong Ming Ah!!!!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8865413457218413968</id><published>2008-09-22T04:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:52:04.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>I had dis weird dream yesterdae nyte. so i jz wanted to share it in this blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i was walking with this family. the daughter of the family was lyke a lonely child. n it seems as though i have become her only companion. *this is gona be a short entry of the dream cz i cant reali remember it* so all of us was moving from places to places. den suddenly,we had a car accident. i was ok of course. den i saw her. with her blonde streaks on her brown hair,semi-curls,saddened eyes. she was so pitiful as she was injured. i ran to her checking whether she was ok. she saw me coming n held her ars high signaling me to carry her. i carried her. her face was buried close to my chest as though searching for a place of comfort. den she looked at me. n i said,"i've always wanted to carry a girl this way in this kind of situation" n smiled.  she was the most angelic figure as her arms was around my neck holding tightly. n my heart was so full of i duno wat kind of feelings. but it was warm. the next thing i knew i was on my bed with my hp ringing with the cat sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. dats my dream. i find it kind of weird cz usually u dream abt something related to wat u do,say or tink b4 u sleep. n i certainly din talk abt any blonde chick. neither say abt any accident nor tink abt anything related to the dream. well if my guesses are correct,i tink im reali yearning for someone to be by my side. dats wat i tink. cz its kinda logical on my part. but yeah. in the dream,it felt so gd having a girl reaching out to u for help n cherish the moment she has with you. seriously. i went aww wen i tink abt dat dream. dis would be one of those few dreams i will nvr forget. blonde-streaks-on-her-brown-hair girl. if u do exists. reach to me baby. n she's caucasian btw. go figure...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8865413457218413968?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8865413457218413968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8865413457218413968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8865413457218413968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8865413457218413968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-481101950368865627</id><published>2008-09-18T05:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:33:06.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>The outing with the rockamates was great. haha. from our 1st generation to the present generation climbers were dere. haha. we had fun. see the big smiles on everyone faces?? haha. we went to geylang. blah blah balh. den went to the 2nd highest point of the singapore post. i tell u. the view was awesome. u could see the singapore flyer from dere. haha. had great fun. but its not very often u i get to meet them. n somemore my batch is kinda separated cz we have our own commitments. haha. but im looking forward to raya!!! kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim is safely back from India. had cheer prac jz nw. a bit of a drag cz my left thigh still painful. hahaha. gez these are some of the happy moments i need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayul is in Pulau Tekong serving the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mastura is kinda tied up with her FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wawan i duno wat the hell he doing actuali. should be dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryna vhere are you? i tink should be bz studying or "cabuting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me? im preparing myself for the 27th.*bite lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picz of the geylang outing below. enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SNIuUbxz27I/AAAAAAAAAl0/zWXVw8Z960Q/s1600-h/ghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-481101950368865627?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/481101950368865627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=481101950368865627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/481101950368865627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/481101950368865627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SNIuUbxz27I/AAAAAAAAAl0/zWXVw8Z960Q/s72-c/ghj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-1756145999647147768</id><published>2008-09-16T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:48:30.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Pasta</title><content type='html'>i wish i could have a taste of happiness of smiling pasta. haiz. ouh. haha. smiling pasta is a taiwan drama series dat i so stupidly funny yet touching at the same tyme. it revolves ard this superstar pop idol guy n a down to earth dumb girl who accidental bumped into each other and kissed. hahahha. all the antics in this story is so funny so touching. it touches on every issue one's life could possibly have be it the worst or the best experience. like a person's school life,their famil matters,past memories n mistakes n most of all hw love can bloom between two complete strangers. aww..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reali. as i watch the show gradually,i always wonder hw the director or script writer get their inspiration from. is it from real-life experiences or did they jz,u noe, let their imagination become too gd for them to create dis drama,dis fantasy. like the two love birds were in denial dat they love each other seems so real. are dere reali ppl who are in denial dat they love another person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i've nt been up to anything. been at home. became a family man. n i jz got irritated by my little sister cz she hasnt done her hmwrk. wah. i was dreaming so happily n she had to come n say,"abg haiqal,hw to do this?" argh........~nvm abt dat. gez i use my free tyme nw to meet all the other frenz dat i had not been meeting for so long. haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i hate this emptiness inside of me. so lonely sia....n below is Chen Xiao Shi the female lead for smiling pasta. the dumb red head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM86dn19m7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/PFnXSC2pgE4/s1600-h/dumb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM86dn19m7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/PFnXSC2pgE4/s320/dumb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246476371495852978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1756145999647147768?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1756145999647147768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1756145999647147768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1756145999647147768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1756145999647147768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/smiling-pasta.html' title='Smiling Pasta'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM86dn19m7I/AAAAAAAAAjU/PFnXSC2pgE4/s72-c/dumb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-5951560328149442056</id><published>2008-09-14T23:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:05:10.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4E4-Best Class Any Devil Could Have.</title><content type='html'>TWO INDIANS N THE SO-CALLED GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00edDHrSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/e63ooLti97U/s1600-h/11875553353266l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00edDHrSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/e63ooLti97U/s320/11875553353266l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245906838754929954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHINESE GUYZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00OBRlmOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/C1g9WSv3S1o/s1600-h/1415097321533l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00OBRlmOI/AAAAAAAAAi8/C1g9WSv3S1o/s320/1415097321533l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245906556421511394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MALAY GUYZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00C2nvnXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2u_vSQK8a_0/s1600-h/11875483249866l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00C2nvnXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/2u_vSQK8a_0/s320/11875483249866l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245906364583091570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MALAY GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM0z3g-hKqI/AAAAAAAAAis/nwMtpmdy-Jo/s1600-h/1407988469458l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM0z3g-hKqI/AAAAAAAAAis/nwMtpmdy-Jo/s320/1407988469458l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245906169794472610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM0zs3H-3HI/AAAAAAAAAik/hWhFr8eOH8g/s1600-h/14150941852311l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM0zs3H-3HI/AAAAAAAAAik/hWhFr8eOH8g/s320/14150941852311l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245905986761186418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYZ AND GIRLS UNITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00n_NzsVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-VIYW2N57lE/s1600-h/14079554663906l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00n_NzsVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/-VIYW2N57lE/s320/14079554663906l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245907002545385810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. The best class ever. i would say dat my secondary school life is the bes among all of my school experience. especially dis class of mine. we did the most impossible things in sch. whole class go to detention together. create a chemical explosion at the back of the class. put water on the teacher's chair. retaliate together to our dumb chemistry teacher. n so much more devilish things. haha. those moments. i would give a day jz to be baq den. n i feel like having a reunion. miss all of them. from the chinese sudents to the malay ppl to the two indian brothers. hahaha. n dun i look so young n innocent in the picture. hahaha. here's a link to my back then class 4e4 frenster.http://profiles.friendster.com/18359784. hahahaha. man,those were the daes. y dun all of u try remembering baq ursecondary school daes. be it bitter or sweet. secondary school life did changed all of our lives. haha. hmmmm. i cant imagine hw big n grown up everyone has become. n see the level of maturity from den till nw. ouh well. (yes yes im doing this for the sake of blogging. hahahah.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5951560328149442056?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5951560328149442056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5951560328149442056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5951560328149442056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5951560328149442056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/4e4-best-class-any-devil-could-have.html' title='4E4-Best Class Any Devil Could Have.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SM00edDHrSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/e63ooLti97U/s72-c/11875553353266l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-4540755302091439303</id><published>2008-09-13T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:15:26.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Of Patience.</title><content type='html'>This past weeks had been a test of patience for me. like shits had been happening here n dere. so many things to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abt my wallet. i took the courage to tell my parents dis morning cz i couldnt bear the guilt. n u noe wat my mum say? "i knew u were going to lose the wallet since u haven slept for duno hw many daes n having a lot of money with u". my dad even better,"i cant even scold u since its missing. wait for two daes if no one report it den go make police report. i cant believe u cannot handle a thing like a wallet. wah. it was kinda unexpected but still. i feel guilty. my mum even force me to go geylang jz nw with mt ite frenz cz i told them i cant come since i dun have anything with me. shit has to happen to me in dis month. haiz. Any soul out dere. if u do have my wallet check the i/c n go to the address to return it. pls.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the outing at geylang was gd. only a few came since the rest kinda uncontactable. i keep disturbing syakir n his new gf. lyke reali. a guy who i had known is not interested in girls suddenly got gf. den lyke very weird see him very manja2 with the gf. LOL. was reali great to meet the guys. we talked a lot. walked a lot. i even met my dearest bacin izza qonita who was waiting for her bestfren. haha. irritate the hell out of her. den i jz went baq home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SMqjlcgqXII/AAAAAAAAAic/1Yfd1ehF2dA/s1600-h/d11632e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SMqjlcgqXII/AAAAAAAAAic/1Yfd1ehF2dA/s320/d11632e7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245184579730037890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n our dear ayul andrika is going ns tmr. awww.... gona miss u man. except for the sakura punches n ayulan spikes. hahahahaha. next will be me i gez. haiz. National Service can be a drag u noe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4540755302091439303?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4540755302091439303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4540755302091439303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4540755302091439303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4540755302091439303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/test-of-patience.html' title='Test Of Patience.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SMqjlcgqXII/AAAAAAAAAic/1Yfd1ehF2dA/s72-c/d11632e7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-3439755882363652408</id><published>2008-09-12T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:37:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did i go wrong?</title><content type='html'>WHERE DID I GO FREAKING WRONG WITH MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shits had been happening to me tyme n again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n the worse thing for nw is dat i lost my precious wallet. n gez wat, deres 150 bucks inside which my father entrusted me to buy things. N i dun wana talk abt the rest of the things dats bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i such a fucktard to deserve all this. am i such an insolence dat every obstacle in life have to come down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lecture from alep,fathu,masod followed by ayul the next mrning. same things. n they were ryte. watever it is. im a loser. face it. im nt appealing to the eyes. i have no sense of romance watsoever. i am so blind i cant see the obvious. n heck. watever i do im the one who at fault. every single thing i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw i worried abt the money cz my father wun trust me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im worried abt my i/c cz its gona cost me a hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im worried abt my hea;h cz i have not been sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im worried abt the words i use n the ppl in the future whom im gona be close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n most of all,im worried of myself cz i duno hw long more i can stand dis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a hairline away to giving up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat did i do to deserve dis~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3439755882363652408?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3439755882363652408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3439755882363652408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3439755882363652408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3439755882363652408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-did-i-go-wrong.html' title='Where did i go wrong?'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-9068642204937598989</id><published>2008-09-09T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:42:44.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN.</title><content type='html'>When I really think about it. i'm never good enough. Yeah. I think i'm not good enough to join Code:Edge. Guess I will always be that little ugly duckling who is already UGLY yet still dream to soar up high to the sky. Haiz. I suck big time ppl. What am i going to do with myself. I don't dare to dream anymore...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-9068642204937598989?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/9068642204937598989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=9068642204937598989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/9068642204937598989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/9068642204937598989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/down.html' title='DOWN.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5134022787829255934</id><published>2008-09-07T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:22:45.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jz wat i needed.</title><content type='html'>saturday's outing(6/9/08) was jz wat ineeded to get my mind off all the things dat had been happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up still in a bit of disappointment cz i thought abt the whole thing last nyte. figuring out how it could happen. yea. im sad wat. lyke even though its not the ferst tyme but den the feeling still sucky. so ya. wasn't reali in the mood. was suppose to go suntec dance to watch the finals. but everyone doesn't seem to reply my msg except for ryna. so i decided jz to go there alone. like i have always did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den fathu called me and said whether i joining them or nt. at ferst i thought dey were going to suntec dance. but den it turns out they went arab street instead. no complains dere. suntec dance would be boring w/o anyone dere with me. so made my way to bugis. i was surprised dat mas's scumbags was dere. but as they say. the more the merrier. so we break fast at kampong glam cafe i tink. well dat period of tyme i was still bummed out n wasn't reali in the mood to talk n i forced myself to be normal. so it was a relief having all the company ard. den it rained heavily. haha. this was where the outing was such a great antidote for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rain+bugis/town=nothing to do and nowhere to go. haha. so we move ard bugis. n we all practically had a lot of pit stop along the way. like everyone walking. den one person will stop n ask where we going. these went on a LOT of tymes. haha. even inside bugis junction. den mas was totally frustrated n we went to a corner to discuss on where to go. haha. everyone interupted mas. den sang dat trance song n everyone shuffle-d suddenly together. haha. so we decided to go to town. well~~~~~~ the pit stops din stop dere. haha. we had two pit stops. one at the entrance of bugis junction the other at a smoking area near seiyu. hahaha. so we went to town taking the rain(LIKE FINALLY!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached town. so the ppl dat was left was me,fathu,mas,ayul,alep,bo,taufiq,sharazad,shery,azri. was outside wisma. den saw our climbers dear dewi shillah marlysha werking at wisma warehouse. said hi. went inside wisma waiting for mastura to come out the toilet. den she came out with this pinoy woman who talks abt hw malaysia's toilets was way cleaner den singapore's. maksud?! hahaha. den alep wen in. n we waited for him. laugh here n dere with alep ard. den we proceed to taka to take a chill pill. so sat ard n everyone was complainig abt hw bored t is. den duno who go plan go cineleisure watch dvd. lol. so all of us went dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached cineleisure. got our dvd. dere was this grp of chinese hip hop ppl. i dislike them reali. ya ok i noe u are showing ppl the culture of hip hop. but u dun have to overdose it. i bet they were all from duno which studio where they learn from choreographers. so some of them were lyke moving to the beats of the music. i was like...man...ur showing the love of hip hop too much. aside from dat. we watched the eye. the jessica alba one. haha. azri sharazad n shery went off 1/4 of the way of the movie. the rest of us...........had a whole load of shock from dat movie. it was priceless looking at everyone facial expression. lol. i was a scaredy cat myself la. haha. had this booklet cover my eyes. the movie ended quite well. haha. here comes the best part of the dae. THE HOSTESSES ALEP N AYUL entertaining us. haha. cz we on the music using the PS3. den alep n ayul was dancing. alep especially. haha. we were all laughing lyke hell. n the funniest oart was this one tyme alep was dancing to a rock song i tink. we were laughing at him dat we din realize dat a chick walk past our room n looked at alep. alep realising dis suddenly stop n lyke saying hw come we nvr tell him. dat part all of us laugh like hell. tears came out sia wen i was laughing. haha. continued for awhile with the music n went off from dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i remembered dat i had to call hakim who is in india. called him. everyone got to talk to him. kemboja who was yp where we drop by for awhile got to talk to him. blah blah blh. took the night rider home. yea. nw tyme to sahur. sui sui la gytuk. hahah. i jz love the dae. one of my better daes yet. n i forgot abt the whole "thing" in the midst of the fun. it reali proves to show dere are a lot more things to look forward to. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any last words for "her"? haha. none. nw she got a new life to deal with. n lyke i always said,im will be nothing but jz a memory in dat girl's life. well i probably be ok after a few daes. cz im still bum out. haha. well got to go. i jz nid the pictures from mas to put on this post. haha. she'll be complaining on hw much photos she gotta upload....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5134022787829255934?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5134022787829255934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5134022787829255934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5134022787829255934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5134022787829255934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/jz-wat-i-needed.html' title='Jz wat i needed.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-9182118721018976127</id><published>2008-09-06T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:40:34.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money.</title><content type='html'>Money had always been a thing for me. No money to go out. No money for this no mony for that. ppl jz say im a lazy _______ cz i nvr werk blah blah blah. n bcoz of money itself. well,ppl tend to avoid me. yea. they AVOID me. After wat happened dis past week,i duno wat else could be worse den this. im reali sad wen i found out. not abt the post below mind you. yea. cz i realize all this while watever i do,i will always be the odd one out no matter where i go. smpi hati krg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-9182118721018976127?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/9182118721018976127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=9182118721018976127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/9182118721018976127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/9182118721018976127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/money.html' title='Money.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-7991131408265547260</id><published>2008-09-05T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:23:27.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SMECJ4NLMrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-UD1-xFY78A/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SMECJ4NLMrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-UD1-xFY78A/s320/h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242473809965691570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let's see. i made the correct move of nt putting on hope. ok i reali tink my situation nw is funnily stupid. haha. bcoz......its always funny wen "they" prove me right. every single tyme. haha. i was correct. she is nw with someone else. the meet-ups. those msn nick n personal msg teasing each other. kinda obvious. haha. gez it was lyke the last tyme. jz dat this tyme it hurts only a lil bit. yea a sting of course. haha. wat a life im having. like i said to a certain friend of mine who jz suffered a dating setback,"we have other things to look forward to". yeah. i have loads of things to look forward to. i got code edge to compete. i got loads of friends to meet next week. alep n ayul going of to ns next week. after all this tyme,i jz realise i will nvr get wat i need or want. cz i will always be the need and want for somebody. a life i had been living. this happens all the tyme. its sokay. love? hahaa. must be a joke to some of u ryte. cz it is for me...=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those sudden msges i use to get,&lt;br /&gt;That soothing voice i will not forget,&lt;br /&gt;Whether im sleeping or on the net,&lt;br /&gt;There always a smile to reply baq,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took awhile for me to know what is on ur mind,&lt;br /&gt;but nvr thought it will be what i've expected,&lt;br /&gt;thought you were different cz u look so fine,&lt;br /&gt;especially dat slogan on ur dull yellow shirt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as the saying had always been,&lt;br /&gt;time and money had always been the thing,&lt;br /&gt;i had less time to talk to u and at times no money to be seen,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty actually y oh y am i so grim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it would not be too obvious wat i have written,&lt;br /&gt;cz things moves so fast yet so slow n happens for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;this is not gdbye but jz a layback poem,&lt;br /&gt;gez we're some sort of like friends cz i'll nvr ever desert 'em,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID THIS MYSELF OKAY. cz the last tyme i wrote a cool poem ppl tag at my board asking where i got it. tk baik~ the poem at my archives. duno which one. haha. gez dats it. gdbye "miss independent". cz at the end of the dae it had always been a laughing matter to u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7991131408265547260?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7991131408265547260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7991131408265547260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7991131408265547260'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;BECAUSE &lt;br /&gt;OF &lt;br /&gt;ONE &lt;br /&gt;IDIOTIC &lt;br /&gt;SECONDARY &lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL &lt;br /&gt;CLASSMATE &lt;br /&gt;OF &lt;br /&gt;MINE &lt;br /&gt;WHO &lt;br /&gt;GAVE &lt;br /&gt;ME &lt;br /&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;REALITY &lt;br /&gt;CHECK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1661113148220951162?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1661113148220951162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1661113148220951162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1661113148220951162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1661113148220951162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-give-up.html' title='I GIVE UP'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5879964779149694680</id><published>2008-09-03T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:40:32.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SL4HKTMxC5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/R568GIz8BvI/s1600-h/top12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SL4HKTMxC5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/R568GIz8BvI/s320/top12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241634889839741842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here are my top 12 ppl in my life wth no paticular order. hahaha. who is "bestfren"? well the person will noe. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1      2       3                      &lt;br /&gt;4      5       6&lt;br /&gt;7      8       9&lt;br /&gt;10     11      12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sheila Darlz&lt;br /&gt;2.Diannah Lychee&lt;br /&gt;3.Aidiruddin&lt;br /&gt;4.Izza Darlz&lt;br /&gt;5.Ayul Andika&lt;br /&gt;6.Elroy&lt;br /&gt;7.Mastura Anuar&lt;br /&gt;8.Alepo Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;9.Aidil Adli&lt;br /&gt;10.Marella "Aisyah" Krista&lt;br /&gt;11.Fathu "Phat" Rahman&lt;br /&gt;12."BestFriend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5879964779149694680?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5879964779149694680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5879964779149694680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5879964779149694680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5879964779149694680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-12.html' title='Top 12'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SL4HKTMxC5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/R568GIz8BvI/s72-c/top12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-4207019626111259299</id><published>2008-09-01T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:50:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>Must i put a sign on my forehead dat says,"im into you!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe ur jz not interested as u claim to be to the ppl out dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe ur post abt letting go was nothing but a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cz it seems someone is reaching out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n bcoz of dat ur reminiszing the moments with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told u guyz once and am telling u again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at this game called ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever happens for nw happens. hidup kene chill jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn u girl. not gona put hope on dis one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4207019626111259299?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4207019626111259299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4207019626111259299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4207019626111259299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4207019626111259299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5781840151554701771</id><published>2008-09-01T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T04:05:27.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ik0MJXrDgB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ik0MJXrDgB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro] &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1] &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, is somethin' about, &lt;br /&gt;Just somethin' about the way she move, &lt;br /&gt;I can't figure it out, &lt;br /&gt;Is somethin' about her, &lt;br /&gt;(Say) Ooh, is somethin' about, &lt;br /&gt;Kinda woman that want you but don't need you, &lt;br /&gt;(Hey) I can't figure it out, &lt;br /&gt;Is somethin' about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook] &lt;br /&gt;'Cause she walk like a boss, &lt;br /&gt;Talk like a boss, &lt;br /&gt;Manicure nails just sent the pedicure off, &lt;br /&gt;She's fly effortlessly, (effortlessly) &lt;br /&gt;An' she move like a boss, &lt;br /&gt;Do what a boss, &lt;br /&gt;Do, she got me thinkin' about gettin' involved, (involved) &lt;br /&gt;That's the kinda girl I need, oh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing, &lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her, &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, &lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and spend a little time, &lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing, &lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her, &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the way me shine, &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. (ohh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2] &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, there's somethin' about, &lt;br /&gt;Kinda woman that can do for herself, &lt;br /&gt;I look at her and it makes me proud, &lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' about her, &lt;br /&gt;Somethin', ooh, so sexy about, &lt;br /&gt;Kinda woman that don't even need my help, &lt;br /&gt;She said she got it, she got it, (she said she got it, she got it) &lt;br /&gt;No doubt, there's something about her. (there's somethin' about her) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook] &lt;br /&gt;'Cause she work like a boss, &lt;br /&gt;Play like a boss, &lt;br /&gt;Car and the crib she 'bout to pay 'em both off, (both off) &lt;br /&gt;And bills are payed on time, yeah, &lt;br /&gt;She made for a boss, &lt;br /&gt;Slowly boss, &lt;br /&gt;Anythin' less she tellin' them to get lost, (get lost) &lt;br /&gt;That's the girl that's on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing, &lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her, &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, &lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and spend a little time, &lt;br /&gt;She got her own thing, &lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her, &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the way me shine, &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, yeay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge] &lt;br /&gt;(Mmhm) Her favorite thing to say, &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I got it, (mmhm) &lt;br /&gt;And everything she got, &lt;br /&gt;Best believe she bought it, (mmhm) &lt;br /&gt;She gon' steal my heart, &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no doubt about it, girl, &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need, &lt;br /&gt;Said you're everything I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;She's got her own thing, (oooohoooohhhoh) &lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her, (that's why I love her, oh ohh) &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, (independent) &lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and spend a little time, (ohh) &lt;br /&gt;She's got her own thing, (she got, she got) &lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her, (that's why I love that girl) &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, (ohh ohh) &lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the way me shine, &lt;br /&gt;Miss independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent, &lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The song for the person i'm into i gez. Enjoy...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5781840151554701771?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5781840151554701771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5781840151554701771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5781840151554701771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5781840151554701771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/09/intro-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='Miss Independent'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-855241697169619570</id><published>2008-08-29T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:45:04.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitive.</title><content type='html'>"ok fuck it. im into you. lyke seriously. but den u are similar to someone i noe. the situation nw is the same like b4.the same old shitty feeling is dere. the thing is. is not dat u din give me or any guy for dat matter a chance. but u din give urself a chance. im not going to assume dat ur with this guy or dat guy. fuck it. if heartbreak it is for me to feel den be it. it hppened to me three tymes in a row within a year. y stop dere ryte. the fact it i reali2 into u. but on ur side i duno. cz u kinda into someone ryte. it is so hard to talk to u ryte nw cz like u have nothing to say to me unlike me who have so many things to say to u but have to keep it to myself. cz it could either make or break hw we are nw. maybe dat was my mistake b4. maybe i should change for the worse. yea. bcoz ppl will noe hw much they have lost wen the person is nt dere anymore. kill me oready. agony. u dunpo hw scary it is jz to say i like you. u duno hw scary it is u have so many "males" ard u and either one of them could be into u like hw i am. u duno hw scared i am every single dae dat i dun contact u. cz its like a month away of &lt;em&gt;you from me&lt;/em&gt;. yea reali. ppl tend to forget ppl even within a few daes. but wat can i do. u r in ur world where everything is ok n u should be happy no matter wat the circumstances is. whether u r nice or nt. ur the same. gez the same person im into ryte nw. but ur blind. jz like the one b4 u. i could nvr say ur name. but den again. u wun check my blog would u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLfFCtNLw-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/SSCs-QMGw4M/s1600-h/964dce58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLfFCtNLw-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/SSCs-QMGw4M/s320/964dce58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239873341754164194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tk blh jiwang ehk. haha. im a bit sensitive these few daes. like reali. maybe bcoz of the above. or maybe bcoz it comes every year. LOL. ahahaha. gez im in love ppl. i gez. no assumptions ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-855241697169619570?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/855241697169619570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=855241697169619570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/855241697169619570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/855241697169619570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/sensitive.html' title='Sensitive.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLfFCtNLw-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/SSCs-QMGw4M/s72-c/964dce58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-2157320019776041448</id><published>2008-08-28T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:34:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLZUzhStyKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wEm0VdMj6JE/s1600-h/e46375de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLZUzhStyKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wEm0VdMj6JE/s320/e46375de.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239468460579080354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's jz summarise evrything by saying i had a sudden outburst during cheer training yesterdae. dats done.u noe wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u noe wat. with dat question u gave me on msn. well,u made me totally lose my "confidence",made me feel insecure at one point and frown i gez. n the question ur bestfren asked me b4. i nvr reali did answer it did i. i nvr did say a yes or a no. see wat assumptions can do to someone. n i doubt u be reading dis anyvay. sad reali. reading all those bulletins. gez someone actually got to b4 me. i suck at this. someone kill me. better,YOU kill me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-2157320019776041448?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/2157320019776041448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=2157320019776041448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2157320019776041448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2157320019776041448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='-.-&quot;'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLZUzhStyKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wEm0VdMj6JE/s72-c/e46375de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-1413843546580834223</id><published>2008-08-27T07:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:41:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>anyvay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came baq from fathu's house just now. watched "anak halal" with alep n mastura n fathu of course. a story abt hw drugs could actually affect the ppl ard u. even make them esort to stabbing or killing someone. haiz. very sad story. someone's water pipe broke. *ehem*mas*ehem*... haha. great show. n im so tired. dance prac was ok. new choreo by wawan. haha. preparing for upcoming comp. im looking forward to it even though it falls on the fasting month. haha. but ya. cheer prac been frequent nowadays i gez. lyke evry week at least once?? yeah. not been playing soccer with the team. not been climbing with the hooligans. haiyo. haha. anyvay..im off to sleep n dream abt__________(sorry aidi aku curik cara kau...hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sometymes i wonder y i would jz enjoy staring at u. looking at ur innocent,sweet face. but den again i remembered dat im not the only dat's mersmerize by ur charm. cz u got loads of frenz of the opposite sex lyke me remember. n im trying my best not to fall too deep. which i gez i hope i would not. hahahha. cheerioz!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1413843546580834223?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1413843546580834223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1413843546580834223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1413843546580834223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1413843546580834223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6606261069227789303</id><published>2008-08-25T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:18:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouh Wellz La Gytu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLGIhG7C-cI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HitSDlSpZx8/s1600-h/97493300-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLGIhG7C-cI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HitSDlSpZx8/s320/97493300-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117943983929794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLGIiM-r7eI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q_KOQbuYMgk/s1600-h/34dd806e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLGIiM-r7eI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q_KOQbuYMgk/s320/34dd806e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117962789678562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our Chongpang Competition came to an end. The champion for our category was a beatboxer. imagine paying a harmonica n beat boxing at the same tyme. i was like "CCB!!!!" very amzingly dope. mcm mana tu haha. so above is the pic of F.Up Crew and the original five titanicians. yea. its been a year since titanicians was formed i gez. during this tyme last year we all be at titanic lepaking. den got a whole bunch of dance grps joining us. paying ali pom,dog n bone. haha. those were the daes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I somewhat do miss u. bt since its a laughing matter to you. ouh well. u nvr fail to make "it" sink tyme n again. this feels lyke the last tyme. custard btol."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6606261069227789303?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6606261069227789303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6606261069227789303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6606261069227789303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6606261069227789303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouh-wellz-la-gytu.html' title='Ouh Wellz La Gytu.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SLGIhG7C-cI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HitSDlSpZx8/s72-c/97493300-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-3756505157615080199</id><published>2008-08-23T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T03:02:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very short one.</title><content type='html'>im nt in the mood ryte nw wen i flash back on something todae(22/8). soo ya. went to practice at istana park. before dat my relatives from KL went honme from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i duno whether to be disappointed or nt. cz im in no position to do or feel anything. who am i anyway ryte."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3756505157615080199?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3756505157615080199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3756505157615080199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3756505157615080199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3756505157615080199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-short-one.html' title='very short one.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5535655420553892151</id><published>2008-08-22T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:13:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE U TIRED?</title><content type='html'>have u guyz ever got that feeling ,"i tink i have enuf". u noe la. lyke u so tired n u jz nid a week or two to jz relax and nt do anything dat u have been doing dat tire u out. haha. im having it nw. like im tired la. n i noe most of u are. n most of u want or need a vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an overseas trip would be nice ryte. imagine u go to europe to enjoy any one of the four seasons. or go to a tropical island for some sunshine with fresh coconut drink sliding dwn ur throat. wah. n with all of dat happening,imagine ur love ones or ur closest frens are dere to enjoy it with you. hahaha. shiok ryte. having fun. relaxing. n oh,imagine all expenses are paid for you. wah!!!!!!!!!! the best part would be room service. LOL. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very random i noe. but ya. i nid a vacation. i nid to get my butt up nw. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it ws so nice to read one of the ferst msges todae. but i wonder whether the werd is usee with other ppl. go figure. no hope is inside me. (phfft!!!-haiqal's other self)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5535655420553892151?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5535655420553892151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5535655420553892151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5535655420553892151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5535655420553892151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-u-tired.html' title='ARE U TIRED?'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-4281338349657732417</id><published>2008-08-21T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:51:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired to blog oready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SKxl4Ulrl_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/OUAJo3c4YQw/s1600-h/IMG_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SKxl4Ulrl_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/OUAJo3c4YQw/s320/IMG_1101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236672484998879218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently a certain random jedi of mine commented on my "updating for the sake of updating" post. hahahaha. kk. jz a post ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pic is my cousin alep(left) n our dearest kimmie knowles(right) from the fantastic four/fantastic crew. he is nw in India. yes INDIA!!!!! doing a NODDY IN TOYLAND shows in four states. wow ryte. yea. he gona be dere for a month plus. yea. long u noe. haha. he is one of the closest fren i have. reali2. always cheeky. laugh lyke "HAHAHHAHAHAHA". yea. he's being missed by everyone here. hope he's ok dere. im actuali chatting with him ryte nw. haha. im dead tired from practice actuali. so gona sign off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i tried,i reali did. n i dun wana it to be hw i was "hit" b4. sad sad ironic life i have. chao chicken."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-4281338349657732417?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/4281338349657732417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=4281338349657732417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4281338349657732417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/4281338349657732417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspired-to-blog-oready.html' title='Inspired to blog oready.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SKxl4Ulrl_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/OUAJo3c4YQw/s72-c/IMG_1101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-807512610691420545</id><published>2008-08-17T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:53:22.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a nothing.</title><content type='html'>wen i tink of everything back. im actuali nothing. jz a guy. who plays soccer lyke anyone else. who rock climbs like any other extreme person. who dances to kinda express. im no gd anywhere. no gd at all. i suck man. chao chicken. no reali tink abt it. who is me. me is who.(maksud?) ouh well. updated den. i wana kill someone. no not u "aisyah". buhbye.....:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-807512610691420545?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/807512610691420545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=807512610691420545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/807512610691420545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/807512610691420545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-nothing.html' title='im a nothing.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-1230959284137166624</id><published>2008-08-12T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:25:54.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Lovely Darlingz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SKB1I9SLZ4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/--NdZiUFXYk/s1600-h/darlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SKB1I9SLZ4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/--NdZiUFXYk/s320/darlz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233311563754727298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two girls are actually my life i tell u. n i feel so so bad dat i din spent tyme with them as much as i did b4. To my two darlingz sheila(left) n izza(right),i nvr ever have forgotten u both. yes i have new frenz but dat doesnt mean i forgotten u both. hw much u both miss me is as much as i miss u too. we had always wanted to go out togeter again. but it nvr came. it had always been one of us missing. i still have pur pictures together. i miss our classmates. i will nvr forget u both. cz u both were dere for me wen i needed someone. nw im nvr alone. im nvr nvr alone. cz i gt my two darlingz with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ayul: aku bkn closet gayboy mother fucker.&lt;br /&gt;to mas:  muka kau pecah ehk mlm pat sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;to wawan: gd luck for suntec tau!!!&lt;br /&gt;to ryna:  everythin gona be fine be it at home n in dance ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone:  i miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1230959284137166624?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1230959284137166624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1230959284137166624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1230959284137166624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1230959284137166624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-two-lovely-darlingz.html' title='My Two Lovely Darlingz'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SKB1I9SLZ4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/--NdZiUFXYk/s72-c/darlz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20690902.post-8763600716544624058</id><published>2008-08-11T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:23:07.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>im gona make th eupdate short n simple for the past three daes ok. HAHAAHAHHA. lazy la. abt fridae n saturdae do refer to any other person's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY-Saturdae(11.59pm):&lt;br /&gt;i was werking at suntec convention centre as an olympic mascot with some of the f2dm peepz. haha. den went meet ayul n fathu. den after dat............SENTOSA WAS AWESOME PPL!!!!! hahahahahaha. let's jz say it was an fun and emotional nite. serious shit emotional. haha. but one thing to point out,we din swim wen we were at sentosa. hahahahahha. maksud?!!! hahaha. went home n rest. lepak at nyte wen suddenly i came to noe dat some dancers was at cik hasnah's chalet. so me n ayul went dere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAE-Sundae(11.59pm):&lt;br /&gt;reach dere me n ayul was lyke practically the only two person dere with cik hasnah. the rest go venture out, the dancers went home oready. so bbq a bit. alep n his friend came oso. den pap. alep told us dat our dear ash was at sentosa with his ndp frenz. haha. so blah blah blah. took cab back to ash's house. sleptlyke a log. like the three of us. me alep n ash. wake up n ate. at nyte we plyed taiti with alep forfeiting by getting the air refreshener spray into his mouth. hahahaha. im tired. n i miss my house. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate dis feeling im having..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8763600716544624058?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8763600716544624058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8763600716544624058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8763600716544624058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8763600716544624058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-weekend.html' title='LONG WEEKEND'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3164228292015860154</id><published>2008-08-07T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:49:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What my name reali means.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Muhammad Haiqal Bin Abdul Mutalib Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as a complete enigma, and only you truly understand who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend most of your time introspecting and seeking truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a very interesting person... but not many people know you enough to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paragraph seems to be the truth. the rest is up to u guyz. haha.*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3164228292015860154?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3164228292015860154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3164228292015860154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3164228292015860154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3164228292015860154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-my-name-reali-means.html' title='What my name reali means.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-1241228099100559520</id><published>2008-08-04T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T04:08:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thickness of a person's face n the test of anyone's patience.</title><content type='html'>we went thru a lot yesterdae. lyke for F.UP. reali alot. we report at chongpang at 4 n waited till wat 9pm? lyke wtf. we laze ard the place. watched apek n aunties singing. it was rather irritating. by right we have a national dae show too on the same night. so after we changed to our costume. looking at the situation dat dere was lyke 15 more contestants to go b4 us. i made the idea for us to rush to woodlands ferst to perform b4 we go competing. so cik hasnah's husband took half of us der while the other half took the cab. ccb sia we go rush. once we gave the cd. less den five minutes we had to go up to perform. so in a boh pian kind of way we went to perform. so lyke in a flash we were oready posing with guns in our hands. hahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    den we rushed back to chongpang the same way b4. n i had to be an idiot dat i forgot to take the cd baq. yes the CD for the COMPETITION. reached dere. all panicked. we decided to burn with a new cd. took a hell of a long tyme. ryna was pissed off. anyway. evrything was done. we went up on stage. got ready. but the music not starting. got a,"the cd not working!!" but the singh emcee. we had to go down. nvm. we had a 2nd try. dis tyme we used the mp3. i tested it n it was ok. wen we were up. the song cocked up bcoz teh sound system's audio cable was fucked up. dere was only bass,den sometymes jz the lyrics. we shouted the song even though it cant be heard. we were all so thick skinned. very u noe. den dey go n cut the song again. wtf. we were all pissed off. very pissed off. den the organiser jz came to us n say we have one more try again. imagine three tymes on stage. can u believe. competition somemore. n it was 11pm oready. so we lyke heck care n go do it. ayul was the lifesaver for this one cz the song actuali did coked up bu ayul damn minimised the cock up sounds. damn sound system. we did a great show. haiz. we went thru a lot. den me,ayul,mas n fathu straight went to lepak at admiralty after noeing dat we're in the finals. yea. we made it thru. FINALS ON 23RD AUGUST CHONGPANG AMPHITHEATER 6PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     the admiralty ppl as i would lyke to call them was damn fun. haha. imagien all of them learning the when i grow up choreo from pussycat dolls. very cute u noe dey all. lyke evryone stood up to try. hahaha. after the hoo-haa we went back home. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very tired nw. choaz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1241228099100559520?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1241228099100559520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1241228099100559520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1241228099100559520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1241228099100559520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/thickness-of-persons-face-n-test-of.html' title='The thickness of a person&apos;s face n the test of anyone&apos;s patience.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-7109018861092581491</id><published>2008-08-03T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:19:04.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck. period.</title><content type='html'>after wat happened today at suntec dance, im down to the count. to me personally it wasnt my best. the fatigue i was in n the nervousness caused me to do something dat i din planned to. ferst song was ok. 2nd song anyhow even though dere was choreo. but wat happened i had to go blank n my mind cannot focus cz very tired. sleep two hours only u noe. den last song i heck care areadi. din wait for ther results czobviously din get thru duh. so ONLY my crewmates was dere to support me. n nothing else. the vid i dun wana post cz im depressed enuf areadi. luckily met melyssa goh after 5 long months. dat cheer me up a lil bit. n mastura's fickle-mindedness of course. haha. darn u. n the company of fathu,ayul(for always hitting me) n our very own abg ashrul hahaha. ivery shack actuali. very very shack. gotta get a job after dis. make my life have more meaning. haha. cz nw its meaningless wen im alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7109018861092581491?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7109018861092581491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7109018861092581491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7109018861092581491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7109018861092581491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-suck-period.html' title='i suck. period.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8878226660712665744</id><published>2008-07-28T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:38:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMM.</title><content type='html'>so da' hip-rock affairs is finally over n done with. next up,suntec dance,semi finals for talentquest n national day performance at wlds. so lazy. n i haven prepare for suntec dance. haiz. so lazy u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of feelings bottle up inside this body of mine. maybe i should start updating my livejournal. been awhile i update some stuff dere. all i can say for nw is dat hw i am treated is the same as the rest. so sometymes it feels as if deres no point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is wat. hmmmmmmmm. oh ya. i nid to get a job. yesterdae i was jz tinking abt my primary sch, secondary sch n ite life.  all of them were wonderful. y dun some of u tyr to tink baq some of those past memories. frenz u made. experience u guyz wen thru together. haha. sometymes i feel like going back jz to relive the moments. i dun mind reliving jz one dae of primary sch. or one dae with my beloved 4E4 in evg sec or even with the ite mates at simei. cz all of them make me to wat i am ryte nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. n my dearest sayang lychee have issues with my low self-esteem. wonder wat she will do if i whine at her in person. haha. but ya. thank you so much lychee for being dere for me. haha. sometymes its kinda weird dat a person whom i dun see dat often is the one dat had always been dere for me. not forgetting the other "fren" of mine la. u noe who u r. okies. gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im scared la ppl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8878226660712665744?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8878226660712665744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8878226660712665744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8878226660712665744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8878226660712665744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmmm.html' title='HMMMM.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5845485750560003555</id><published>2008-07-25T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:53:20.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletin Fever</title><content type='html'>been having this bulletin fever on friendster. but friendster being such a bitch din let me post anymore bulletin todae. haha. so this was the one i wanted to post todae. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Who is your best guy friend? &lt;br /&gt;`i got climbing hooligans n my 4 evg blood brothers only.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If someone were to tell you they like you right now, would you care? &lt;br /&gt;`yes. i would care. hw often u get a girl saying dat to u.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? &lt;br /&gt;`yea........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where did you last sleep other than your house? &lt;br /&gt;`Malik's house  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you have a best friend? &lt;br /&gt;`yeap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you smoke? &lt;br /&gt;`yeap. smoking is cool.(not reali la)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you remember what you were like a year ago? &lt;br /&gt;`haha. i was this guy who was totally over a girl n danced bcoz of her. bt not nw la. nw dance for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Who was the last person you cried in front of? &lt;br /&gt;`my relatives wen my late uncle died 3-4 yrs ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can you vote next election? `nope. bt i want to!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What are you listening to? &lt;br /&gt;`boyce avenue acoustic singing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) When will your next kiss be? &lt;br /&gt;`tmr if my mum at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who do you love right now? &lt;br /&gt;`anyone who noes me. particularly ______(fill in the blanks)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Who was the last person to call you handsome/hot? &lt;br /&gt;`wat a question!!!! too shy to tell you~~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex? `duh...overnyte practices wat!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Where did your last hug take place? &lt;br /&gt;`aidi n elroy is gay. haha. oh tkde link ehk. with adeq ryna of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you date smart people? &lt;br /&gt;`i did. they turned to be dumb at life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Where were you at 2:02 this afternoon? &lt;br /&gt;`in bed dreaming abt someone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Last place you took a plane to? `haven take plane b4. haiz.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)How do you feel about the person who texted you last? &lt;br /&gt;`hahahaha. i duno......  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot? &lt;br /&gt;`yeap. dats the only thing i can afford to give in msn. LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? &lt;br /&gt;`yeap. wen i was a kid. imagine me in diapers. go figure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Who did you last go out to eat with? &lt;br /&gt;`cik hasnah n family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Do you have unlimited texting? &lt;br /&gt;`i wish for dat. but prepaid lyke ****.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) How old will you be in 13 months? `19. so old. haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) When is the last time you took a nap? &lt;br /&gt;`cant recall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) If you like that person will you talk about your feelings or hide them? `hide them. yea. but then i duno how the hell it will become obvious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you wear glasses? &lt;br /&gt;`yeap. love my specs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What are you looking forward to in the next month? &lt;br /&gt;`KL trip!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What are you thinking about? &lt;br /&gt;`da&amp; hip-rock affairs event tmr. so much things to do. SHIT!!! i nid to get ready!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5845485750560003555?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5845485750560003555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5845485750560003555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5845485750560003555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5845485750560003555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/bulletin-fever.html' title='Bulletin Fever'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5267966776128149258</id><published>2008-07-24T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:08:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.</title><content type='html'>im superficially bored. wat the hell does dat suppose to mean. my sleepless nytez are so lonely. itz jz me n the computer. imagine my daily routine. wake up in the morning jz to go to the other room to sleep.  have a few msges in my hp which sometymes i blindly reply. get phone calls by random ppl in the morning. den wake up in abt 3 plus. switch on teh computer. see who online. do the necessary. den go rp or wlds cc. haiz. wat a life. i nid a job sia. seriously. haha. the NS letter still haven come. as if they dun wan me to go to NS. wtf. haha. yea. haha. n to "e bintang" asl tk kluar nie pat msn. sng2 chat ler makcik. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5267966776128149258?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5267966776128149258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5267966776128149258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5267966776128149258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5267966776128149258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-2932146524978147193</id><published>2008-07-22T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:08:05.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regret.choices.in.life.</title><content type='html'>jz feel like blogging suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today(21/7),i bumped into one of the biggest regret in my life. its a her. duh. jz wana call her my "bintang" for nw. so ya. she was in blue. with shorts. n she was as surprise as i was. cz i was actuali sitting dwn at w4 with kaykay n benjy watching dance vids for awhile. den i saw this girl from far coming down the stairs. next thing i noe she was waving at me. i was lyke wtf!!!! of all places ehk. haha. cz we haven seen each other ever since danceworks. but it was a brief moment. she came to us. said a hi to me. punch fist. n she went off. aww man. the feeling of regret was lyke urgh!! reali. but den she's with someone nw. haha. well,a certain fren of mine said regretting itself is a regret.(i tink). lol. but ya. i wonder if dat "bintang" actuali still reads my blog. lol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n ya. jz a piece of news. im joining Suntec Dance solo category. yea. a bit. well,very ambitious of me. i do get some negative comments from ppl but i have three living souls who's with me on this. n dats my dearest lychee diannah,my blood brother hamster and another certain secret fren of mine. lol. but im reali scared of this competition. cz it could make or break me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dis saturdae performance for wlds cc. normally i would say no biggie. but this tyme. its a BIG BIGGIE. cz its goana be four of us on stage for the second tyme. ya ppl. second tyme jz the four of us. n we wana make it happen on dat dae. im looking forward to it. n i gotta buck up oso. nid to show the whole world(well jz sg dancers la) wat we capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done. n yea. sometymes. we have to make hard decisions in life. but those decisions are the things dat make us to who we are nw. for me personally,holding onto ur past is ok. but holding on it for too long will make u lose out. ouh well. dats jz me. contradicting a bit. but ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-2932146524978147193?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/2932146524978147193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=2932146524978147193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2932146524978147193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2932146524978147193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/regretchoicesinlife.html' title='regret.choices.in.life.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6818552269966973769</id><published>2008-07-20T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:39:55.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hetic session.</title><content type='html'>ok. let's start with friday. was effing bored at home n need to wait till 11 pm jz for practice. so i contacted "aisyah" whether we could have another movie session like the dae b4. she agreed. so met her. watched simpsons. laugh here n dere. haha. den send her to the mrt station and was on my way home. reached home n saw my parents getting ready to go somewhere. dey wanted to go causeway point. so i wanted to follow. so did my brother. we had swensens. HAHAHAHHAA. it reminded me of someone as i was witing in line. so i had a mega burger. n dat burger is wat i reali call a burger. it was huge baby. shiok sia!! hah. after dessert went back home. came across the rest at titanic. so quickly got ready at home n went out to meet the rest n went to khatib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dat nyte. we spent the nyte at kemboja's house. haha. we practice ard the place. oh yes. the practicing was the hectic part. omg. ferst of all. one of the song not choreograph finish yet n the other song the choreo not learned AT ALL. not blaming wawan of course. he's a bz guy. anyway. me n shahrul was a bit strss out with learning the new choreo. cz only the guyz do most of the choreo for dat song while the girls did the ferst n last part only. wah. me n shahrul was lyke "take care to us". haha. so everyone was trying to absorb everything but all of us was tired. reali. we finally got the whole item done n went back to kemboja's place to sleep. me,ryna shahrul n wawan had prata n thosai b4 heading to sleep. lol. sleeping was not dat fun cz it was reali cramped. we got some PPL suddenly,"TAA!!!!!" while sleeping. some PPL taking the whole bed. den got the chinese n the mamak fighting with each other. LOL. haha. den we were woken up by kemboja's mum. she was wondering y we haven wake up to get ready n all. LOL. haha. cute la the mother. haa. so everyone got up. wash faces n went back down for a couple more rounds n brushing up. after dat went back up. everyone was urgh. took turns to bath. watch CHOCOLATE while waiting for our turns. but itook very long la. we need to report at 530&lt;br /&gt;n gez wat. we still waiting fr the last person to bath. haha. so reach the place ard 630. prepared. bla blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole competition was funny and  a bit mererpek. we got aunties uncles competing. got very young girls. wah. the comp got three category we were in the dance n others category. teh other two category was the singing one. so we were up. haha. i was a bit nervous bcoz i reali cant absorb the steps cz i was to tired. lol. but pulled thru. forgot here n dere only. but i tell u. teh applause from teh audience was the one dat made my dae sia. after we bowed, we lookedup n saw EVERYONE applauding for us. omg. haha. after dat picture taking session. den we had to wait till 11PM for the results. yeah. we got thru to the semi finals which is on 3rd august. haha. stress la. anyway. nw we,DYK,gona prepare for our charity event show. wana show ppl wat we got. n im considering something pretty much impt in my life ryte nw. let's jz sae its an email away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself bcoz of someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6818552269966973769?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6818552269966973769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6818552269966973769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6818552269966973769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6818552269966973769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/hetic-session.html' title='Hetic session.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3484328713567873802</id><published>2008-07-18T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:24:57.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know.</title><content type='html'>yea. i seriously dont kno whether i should blog or not. cz the feeling of blogging is gone cz im having these "feelings" dat keeps bothering me very single night. wouldnt wana go dere for nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todae woke up real early(lyke wat,12 noon? phfft.) n had lunch. watch videos here n dere. den got ready to go to rp to meet "aisyah". aisyah was kinda late. i gez. lol. so we watch what happens in vegas at w4 on her baby(her RED vaio). lol. i had the feeling we gona argue. as in men vs women. we keep saying "see hw the guy...","see hy the girl...." dat kind of arguement. haha. a bit of jentik2 and slapping each other here n dere bcoz of the movie. once i t was finish. everyone came. oh ya. many ppl say i look different in glasses. do i? haha. so ya. after dat i send our dear "aisyah" home. bt with some drama here n dere. yea. n ppl. cant i jz walk with a girl. do not sare. cz the girl is human lyke u. phfft. anyway. got back to rp n practice. practice was jz average except for watching two girls eating each other's shits n vomits n a guy cutting his balls off on ling's laptop. dats abt it. LOL. IT WAS DISGUSTING!!! but i could handle it. cz it was lyke ok for me. nothing extreme. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was expecting someone to msg me while i was practicing but she din. ouh well den i msg her she reply only wen she was going to sleep. do not give me dat face while u reading dis. anyway,im surprised of all ppl,this "someone" was real concern abt my shoulders. n i would like to thank this "someone" for giving me the ointment. haha. dun tag my board. u noe wat i mean "someone".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3484328713567873802?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3484328713567873802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3484328713567873802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3484328713567873802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3484328713567873802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know.html' title='i dont know.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8345778264548883449</id><published>2008-07-13T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:55:03.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aisyah"</title><content type='html'>revealation time. haha. the pic above (she's gona kill me) is the "aisyah" i've been talking abt all dis while. haha. well,her real name is actually marella krista. the bestfren to our dear yenny christina. haha. she's speaks three different languages i tink. lol. her link is up. go dere if u wan to see how many kind of blood she has in her body. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. she told me dat she will call me after werk. n here i was on the soccer field hoping she would call. even after the whole match she din call. after 10pm she still din call. n here i tot she"s gona leave me hanging lyke some of them do. but hamster gave this very idea to jz msg her one word. "LIAR". so i did. went online. saw her online. n type those very four letter word. n i got a call from our dear "aisyah" straight after. n there comes the "it asnt my fault it wAS THE HP FAULT" conversation. i felt a bit bad la. but den it became a worse feeling den dat. lyke i duno wat her hp batt was flat. this was the second tyme mind you. n den she finally wana memorise my number. i din force ok. so our conversation had up n downs. thx to my beloved blood brother afiq hamster. sheesh. so i was abt to go eat. den i lyke said im gona call her ltr. den she lyke say look at hamster msn n put down the fon on me. i check n gez wat. she jz type dat she wanted to talk to me. n i had to say i call her back. mcm bodoh kn gytu aku nie. haha. den i call her umpteeth tymes n she nvr pick up. wen she finally pick up. gez wat again. she was toking to her mother la dats y nvr pick up. n here i was all scared dat she sulking in her room. so everything was ok i gez. n she gona call me tmr after werk. if not i get free gelare waffles!!! haha. dats abt it. i bet she gona say something at my tagboard to defend herself. *to "aisyah":dun dare force urself not to defend urself on my tagboard cz u noe u want to* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya. "aisyah". krista. dey are the same person. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jgn mrh k org tu. haha...;p*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8345778264548883449?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8345778264548883449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8345778264548883449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8345778264548883449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8345778264548883449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/aisyah.html' title='&quot;Aisyah&quot;'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-2108360426233582488</id><published>2008-07-12T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:08:31.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>i am so so sick. seriously. my whole body is burning. i could feel as if my heels gona b on fire. n im so weak. i nid someone to talk to nw. but derez no one. everyone are either asleep or bz minding their own business. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything ryte. i cant even sleep. help..... n i dun tink im gona survive the weekend schedule dat i have. much less the schedule for this month. im gona die ppl. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-2108360426233582488?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/2108360426233582488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=2108360426233582488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2108360426233582488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/2108360426233582488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8522429030105778492</id><published>2008-07-11T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:47:52.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Alone.</title><content type='html'>hw bout asking urself wen was the last tyme u actually spent the dae with urself. its a "huh" question isnt it. wat i mean is have u ever wanted to be alone. or have nowhere to go to but urself. well,i noe i've been doing that for the past duno hw many months. only god noes hw alone i am. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember some daes i would jz wear casually n go straight to town n jz window shopping alone. maybe common for some but not to me. lol. imagine u wana ask somebody an opinion abt a shirt n no one is dere. sedih kn. haha. n yes. at tymes i make myself go all the way to marsiling jetty jz to look at the "scenery" lol. got one tyme i actually took a nap dere cz i brought a mat with me. haha. but it was nice u noe. some other tymes i jz walk ard causeway point alone n jz look at the stuffs dat i could buy if i hadnt wasted my money on something else. so ya. been busy for these few weeks. so no alone tyme for awhile except for todae. cz im effing sick. yes. im sick yet again. fuck shit. anyway was in bed till afternoon. woke up eat n eat. watch movie on computer. msn her n dere. tried calling "aisyah" the whole dae she din pick up. came to noe her battery was dead. lol. so was bored at home n decided to do some shopping at causeway point. walk ard causeway point for more then an hr. yes yes. alone. was on the fon with "aisyah" most of the tyme. bought myself two giodarno shirts. seems quite nice to me. duno if i ever wear them. yes. i have dis habit of spending money unnecessarily wen i have them. bad habit ryte. so ya. got back home. watched hancock online. n yes. im stress with everything dats gona come up. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 july-official for street soccer tournament&lt;br /&gt;19 july-talentquest competition at chongpang amphitheater(dance)&lt;br /&gt;26 july-Da' Hip-Rock Affairs performance(dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i wonder wats gona come up next. maybe the national day performance cik hasnah been bugging me abt. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8522429030105778492?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8522429030105778492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8522429030105778492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8522429030105778492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8522429030105778492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-alone.html' title='Being Alone.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-3846551010069621167</id><published>2008-07-08T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:33:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING HURTS MORE DEN A WOMAN'S PINCH. LOL.</title><content type='html'>hey all. my cough came baq. yes. the irritating dry cough is baq. cibai. i tink the cold from the nyte at sentosa causes this. damn. so todea. hmm. mastura anuar called and asked abt the money. n yes. dis morning i got a whoel load of msges. haha. anyway,went out ard 5 plus to transfer the money to mastura n zarina. haha. den went to rp W4. alone. haha. i was practically watching the flat screen tv dere. den i took a nap. den "aisyah" called. she asked m where i was n i told her. den i ask her to accompany me since i was alone. haha. so she came. luminiq was dere. so we were playing ard with her sch's laptop. haha. surf here n dere. disturb her here n dere. but wait!!! i tell u!!! wen she pinches me jz nw,argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so painful sia. den she can hit me somemore. n i cant do anything to her. y? quoted from "aisyah","i swear i will walk out from you n nvr talk to you again". im lyke. damn... but can go crazy u noe. stress for a moment. n we had many "dun give me dat face" kind of moments. kn "aisyah"? hahah. den i had to go meet cik hasnah at civic centre. n i insisted dat both of us walked to the wlds station. but no............. someone had to take taxi from RP to dere. haiyo. haha. said our gdbyes.. met cik hasnah. blah blah blah. go home. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda lyke "aisyah's" bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;n i hate dis cough of mine. n gez wat. tmr shooting at nyp again. n im sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHFTT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-3846551010069621167?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/3846551010069621167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=3846551010069621167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3846551010069621167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/3846551010069621167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-hurts-more-den-womans-pinch-lol.html' title='NOTHING HURTS MORE DEN A WOMAN&apos;S PINCH. LOL.'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-6749237501023945621</id><published>2008-07-06T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:23:01.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Enjoyment. WooHoo!</title><content type='html'>YES PPL!!! I HAD A WHOLE WEEKEND OF ENJOYMENT SIA. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;so friday was our performance at Youth Park. Th crowd was below average. seriously. boring~~~ so our crew did fine i gez. not too bad nt too good. chill baby. haha. den we all get changed to go to double o to watch the jim beam dance comp. but i had to forget to bring my pants. cibai. n i was wearing 3/4's. so alep accompany me for awhile b4 he went to starbucks to eet duno wat girl la. haha. i got my jeans at song &amp; song lucky plaza. IN THE GIRLS SECTION. it was the only size 31 jeans. i too it changed n met alep at starbucks. sat dere for a moment as alep was mingling. haha. after dat we went straight to double o n got our chops. haha. blah blah blah. we went into the club to watch the competition. but dere was dis gila girl(as quoted from mas's blog) who was drunk. dumbshit u noe the girl. suddenly pour liquor on the dance floor. i feel lyke slapping her sia. anyway the comp was great. reai great. haha. every crew was dope except for jd crew. i suggest they become hostess to old men sia. urgh. disgusting. anyway, 5678 took it. 2nd was freekzy nutz. 3rd was fantastic remix. awww. our dear wawan is growing up so fast. lol. anyway i wanted to stay inside the club but i was nt reali in the mood cz i remembered the last tyme i was dere. i was alone. so went out with fantastic remix. chilling at EQ2. den hakim ask everyone to go sentosa. haha. we agreed. lol. went to mcdonalds to eat. n i slept over at hakim's house for the nyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;woke up n went straight home to prepare things to go sentosa. i came ltr to met them cz i wanted to rest at home for awhile. den got ready n went to sentosa. wah. ferst tyme i walk ard public with shades sia. haha. the sun was glaring dat dae. so reach palawan beach n saw redha in the water while the rest in beachware lying dwn on those benches thingy. lol. we had fun in the dae. played in the water. did cheerleading stunts!!!! haha. toss g here n dere. toss redha. hilariou i tell u. den we buried redha. haha. so redha was buried n the rest was in the water. i took the opportunity to lie down. grab my shades. n took a relaxing nap. omg. great sia the nap. woke up n showered. the rest too. so it was already nite time. after 7 i gez. the rest slept. haha. but it was relaxing reali. i was lyig dwn n on the fon with "aisyah" the befdae gerl. haha. the stars was amazing. haha. n dere was actuali fireworks dat dae. cool or wat. blah blah blah. andreas n alif finally came. den alep. haha. we had our "photoshoot". lol. i wan those pix sia. haha. den we had to play dare n darer. i was lyke ,"shit~" do not want to elaborate on dat. den after dat we had a gossip session. lol. den i had to go sleep cz the next dae i had werk to do at sembawang park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;i woke up freezing. reali freezing. the rest was actuali dancing. lol. lyke destiny chld lyke dat. haha. i had to go off. den. went off to sembawang. reach sembawang park. i din know where the event was. so i followed the shore to dere. it was kinda far. so u oe wat my werk was. stand under the hot sun n show my face at my chairman dat im dere. phfft. den i talked abt our hiphop booth to the minister of health. yes2. minister. haha. ok. bla blah blah. we went inside this buffet room. we jz wanted to feel the air condition. haha. suddenly the GUESTS OF HONOUR came in. n we pretended to be the ushers to their buffet. lol. n the funyy thing abt ministers. dey force u to eat. LOL. reali. cz y. dey cant finish it. haha. so i took my share. blah blah blah went home. rest fro awhile den go cc to become caretaker of studio. fantastic crew came n practice. bla blah bla. went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired la ppl!!! n the dance fever is baq again!!! peformances!!! competition!!! argh!!! is dere no end!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-6749237501023945621?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/6749237501023945621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=6749237501023945621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6749237501023945621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/6749237501023945621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-enjoyment-woohoo.html' title='Weekend Enjoyment. WooHoo!'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-7119052430505875721</id><published>2008-07-03T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:16:37.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Faber, Pussycat Dolls,Flair Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the morning for tuesdae was nt dat pleasant for me. it was disappointing actually. but im all over that. so in the early afternoon went to mount faber. we gona go boulder dere. so met elroy n his father at harbourfront hawker centre. we proceed to mount faber ferst. we met MR.S(lope) and MR.T(angga) as we went UP mount faber. LOL. so we did a bit of climbing. i tell u. the sensation of climbing was so gd. i reali needed it to,well,somehow blow off some steam. haha. den zaini,taufik,roma n maisara came n join us. had great fun climbing. n i tell u. if i had concentrate on climbing instead of dance i would have been reali strong lyke the rest. not dat im nt strong la. hehe. jz dat i can be stronger if i had went down for training instead of dance practices. lol. but ya. talking abt dance. 5 plus i went off from mount faber. met aidi along the way n insisted i dun go practice n continue to climb. haha. reach rp n practice. jz the formation bit. but we did something else dat was way better den practice for dat moment. u guyz will have to watch a vid of it below. LOL. after prac everyone went home. so was msning at ny wen sunddenly mastura pm me abt a dance comp. so me ayul n her was conferencing in msn abt he comp. whether we can still join or nt. cz the deadline was a few hours baq. lol. so the genre of the competition was mambo. n we went youtube n imeem jz to noe hw to mambo. heck i put on my leather shoes(dat has heels) n learned mambo online. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actualy we can join the mambo comp. so met up with mas n ayl n went forum. create some steps for teh chorus. den it was tyme for rehearsal for the firday's performance. the sound system was whacked. we couldnt hear a thing. not reali la. but we were laughing while dancing on stage. lol. after the whole thing we went off eating at LJS. G tag along with us n we had donuts. lol. den we lepak for sometyme b4 everybody went off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMENT OF TRUTH..........The Pussycat Whores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mek7EzVPv8g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mek7EzVPv8g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayul(blue),Haiqal(all black),mastura(white),shahrul(black tanktop)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-7119052430505875721?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/7119052430505875721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=7119052430505875721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7119052430505875721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/7119052430505875721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/07/mount-faber-pussycat-dollsflair.html' title='Mount Faber, Pussycat Dolls,Flair Rehearsal'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-5979190835354450766</id><published>2008-06-30T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:12:59.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abg Ash. LOL.</title><content type='html'>so yesterdae which was sundae,was a stay-at-home dae. lol. woke up with no one in the house. den msn with "aisyah" den was on the fon with her. till abt 5 pm we pu dwn the fon n i played ard with the comp. watch tv. had mee goreng for breafast-lunch-dinner. den mastura msg me asking where i was. she asked me out to lepak with fathu cz our ns man,ash going to come dwn n lepak. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after watching a bit of Narnia-ness,met hairul(or marshall as some of the dancers call him) under my block n proceed to causeway point. blah blah blah. met the rest at titanic. dere was me,hairul,mas,fathu,alep,hakim n of course our abg ash. lol. alep was irritating as usual. haha. more irritating since ash finally met us up. hahaha. u should herewat alep talked abt. haha. we recalled the nights we had together. especially the one at ash's house. lol. so 15 minutes b4 ash had to go home,he decided to tell us dat he borught cards.  wth. he should have told us earlier sia. hahah. so we played a few games. den went off home. suppose to watch soccer at 888 but mas had to watch it at home. kesian alep. haha. watever it is. i serious shit got a dilemma on 4th july. oh help me god. i want to got to both. reali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-5979190835354450766?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/5979190835354450766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=5979190835354450766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5979190835354450766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/5979190835354450766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/06/abg-ash-lol.html' title='Abg Ash. 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Long tyme we haven had a decent conversation. which we din have at lau pa sat. haha. so after the meal which was shiok,haha,we made our way to changi beach. yenny din join us. haha. n wat fun dat was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we arrived at changi beach. derez practically nothing to do except for,AEROPLANE BETTING!!! haha. we bet a dollar to see wat plane it was wen they passby us. it was fun. lol. ayie kept to his asia airways. lol. funny la the whole betting thing. haha. den we talked abt our event for awhile. mcm lepak gan cik hasnah la gytu. haha. den after we walked ard we head back at ,marsiling's teh tarik n had a drink n karipap. haha. the journey to wlds baq mcm lama gytu. i was stoning sia. ahahha. den went baq home seeing three botak heads playing a computer n two laptops namely my brother,shafiq n hamster. lol. din get to sleep dat well. had bad totz in mind. n ya. i left "aisyah" alone for one whole dae. cz it was her special day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles bitches!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-1815650475332994327?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/1815650475332994327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=1815650475332994327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1815650475332994327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/1815650475332994327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/2008/06/dome-peepz.html' title='The Dome PeepZ'/><author><name>Haiqal17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673663119078290812</uri><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-20690902.post-8521664923742314522</id><published>2008-06-28T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:56:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi Knight- Massythura Khatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SGUoTAPVpSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CdgEi8Igc3Y/s1600-h/l_da6aa88d6fbd6503e5d1871cdcf262d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xq2n_GqChZc/SGUoTAPVpSI/AAAAAAAAAWE/CdgEi8Igc3Y/s320/l_da6aa88d6fbd6503e5d1871cdcf262d5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216620050325546274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. see the pic above. dats my jedi knight. Mastura anak kepada Anuar. Gerlfren kepada Fathurahman. Leader of the most lepak dance grp DYK. haha. yes. mastura reminded me of the best phrase i could ever said to a person. "hidup mesti chill". n dats wat i have nt been doing for the past few daes. yes. u gotta chill in life. so wat if im nt gd in dance. heck ah. gd no gd i dun care. i jz do. if ppl compliment well thanku. if dey sae i no gd den no gd lor. wat u want me to do. haha. so i've known mas for a yr nw. yes a whole yr. we use to talk abt wats gona happen wen we're frenz for a year. well look where we are. haha. one thing abt mastura. she fucking cerewet. sometymes i feel lyke slapping her. but she's adorable. AT TYMES. but irritating too. haha. yes we both noe we're not close lyke we use to. but hey. wth kn gytu. pegy mampos. aslkn kita DYK coolshits of the dance scene da ok. oh tk ehk? haha. so ya. one of the best things dat happen to me. mastura anuar. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20690902-8521664923742314522?l=haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haiqalsauresrex.blogspot.com/feeds/8521664923742314522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20690902&amp;postID=8521664923742314522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20690902/posts/default/8521664923742314522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>so todae force myself to wake up to go for practice den the rehearsal for yp. reach rp ard 3.30pm.  went to forum n met an capoeira with his friends. i waited for one and a half hr dere.           alone.              i played the game in my fon for dat long. mas was sick. ayul i gez he had to werk full shift todae. the rest i do not have any news of dem whether dey dancing or nt. so lyke i waited for anyon. den ryna came. n it was obvious dat we had to dance together as duo. so fantastic crew was dere. lil nutz,funky nutz. derz gona be 7 crews in total. duno who is the rest. anyway. rehearse twice with sequence jz nw. i was not in the mood n plain lazy. u can ask ryna wat i did on stage. haha. after dat chill at w4 for a moment with wawan reela n mizan. den went off n chill with ryna. den i got call from cik hasnah n went to the cc. den we went pasar mlm n ate. haha. n we talk abt things. well abt my past life dat is. haha. n yes. nw ryna noes who i can dance duo perfectly 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