<?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-3565938641284809517</id><updated>2012-02-10T01:13:31.727+08:00</updated><category term='i miss you badly.'/><title type='text'>In My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5773670696340337176</id><published>2012-02-10T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T01:13:31.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms lesh</title><content type='html'>I went to the clinic just now and i got 2 days mc! The medication so strong. Everytime i take the medication i want to sleep. Zzzzz. Tnrw going malaysia! Yayyyyy. Zzzzz nk tdo zzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5773670696340337176?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5773670696340337176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5773670696340337176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5773670696340337176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5773670696340337176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2012/02/ms-lesh.html' title='Ms lesh'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-4115430074301023355</id><published>2012-02-09T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T02:30:18.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not crazy</title><content type='html'>I feel so sick. I have to book in tmrw morning! I shdnt have drink coffee just now. Haii. I had to because i was helping my family out with the booking of air tix to bawean. Our HQ. I was really sleepy just now but now! I got headache and i dont feel good :s&lt;br /&gt;Bawean means boyan. Boyan is written on my ic as my race. Actually boyanese ah but i would still categorise myself as malay because thats my mother tongue language. To those boyanse, javanese and whatever race u are, dont deny the fact that ure a melayu and go round telling people that ure not malay. So proud u know these ppl. Still can add on other bloods. Say got 5% dutch 1%arab and bla bla bla lah. Dobt even know where they get the percentage from. Its not like they did a maths sum on their heritages blood. Haii. Typical melayu. Sick sick still can talk noty2. Haii. Slp lah. Bye lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4115430074301023355?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4115430074301023355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4115430074301023355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4115430074301023355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4115430074301023355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2012/02/not-crazy.html' title='Not crazy'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-4371008157151261271</id><published>2012-02-08T02:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T03:09:49.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble sleeping</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep early. I want to sleep at 9pm. Hais. Guess where i am right now? Camp siootzz. Anyway, i had a talk with my platoon mate just now. He's getting married this year! Congrasias! So instead of supporting his decision to get married, i did the opposite. I asked him alot of questions. Are u financially stable? Have u found a job after ord? Religion, house and alot more. Im not againts him to get married, just that marriage is a big thing. I have alot to prepare before i can say that im ready. Hope he doesnt call of the wedding because of me. Lollllllll. Oh yeah. I cant believe i applied for uni in uk. Hai. Its not what i want what i really really want so tell me what u want what u really really want. I just want te cert but the degree is much more recognise there. I'll just go with the flow. I'll have to support newcastle fc if i study there. So scary being alone. Im getting the hang of blogging already. Maybe its coming back to me! Hmmmmmmm. I still have alot to blog about but i think i'll just keep the suspence going so that all my viral blog reader will read my blog everyday. Jom lepak at my blog. With love from malaysia. Just bloghopping. Haii. Remove tagboard also cantik ah. Bye je lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4371008157151261271?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4371008157151261271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4371008157151261271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4371008157151261271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4371008157151261271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2012/02/trouble-sleeping.html' title='Trouble sleeping'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2904347850147302430</id><published>2012-02-07T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T01:19:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of happiness</title><content type='html'>As a human, we want our existence to be acknowledge and appreciated. We want to live for something atleast. Nobody can go on pretending that they are fine. Just a little will do. Something to keep us moving and keep the flame alive. All these negative feelings will eventually burst to hatred, anger and losing yourself. Any remedy? Maybe the doctors are still working on it. Nobody is perfect. Everybody wants to be perfect. I'm just going round and round arent i? I want to be forever happy. Who doesnt? Still looking and fighting for my own. All the best to everyone else who's still looking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2904347850147302430?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2904347850147302430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2904347850147302430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2904347850147302430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2904347850147302430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2012/02/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit of happiness'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-6332566431180853715</id><published>2012-02-06T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T01:44:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First?</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Its me again. fayyadh. i really miss blogging. as i type these words, tears are rolling down my chick. and the song from my blog so beautiful. i always have the time to blog but i dont know why i never blog maybe because i dont know what to blog already but fact is i got alot to blog about! i dont like my tagboard already. so merepek. how like that? all virus je. hmmmm who can help me create a new decent tagboard? i want to start blogging again. blog alot. like how i used to. i miss the old me. i miss being so carefree and carefour. but luckily still handsome as ever. so if i were to be active in blogging, i would have complained alot about the army and arabs and prc and bangla and kiasu singaporeans and mats and minahs and ahbengs and ahlians and greedy people and smelly people and sometimes talk abt emotional sikit2 and hmmmm alot lah.. haii. now alrdy 2012. end of the world already. i really miss me alot. i dont want to grow up and be fierce fayyadh. haii feel like crying again. so right now i have all my feelings bottled up and to usher and beyonce in my debut post for 2012, i shall talk about our best friends the pinoys! they are everywhere in singapore! u look left got pinoy look right got pinoy u look up hantu pinoy. haiii.. i dont know if its just me or am i being racist here? them being here is not a problem but them being here and make it seem like this is their own country? tak boleh carry dok. just now on the way back home in the train. i sat beside 2 prc reeked of alcohol. then they talk so loud with their thick accent and being a natural born chinaman, the sound frequency and the air pressure that come out from their mouth equals to dont know lah! haiii. i have badminton date with my daddy o tmrw morning. k lah bye! muak muak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-6332566431180853715?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/6332566431180853715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=6332566431180853715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6332566431180853715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6332566431180853715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2012/02/first.html' title='First?'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-653206737566707516</id><published>2011-09-15T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:00:48.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big boys</title><content type='html'>I've been riding for like 3 years now andi'm not proud to say that i know nothing much about bikes. I only know how to ride it. I don't even know my directions eventhough i got both driving and riding license. Maybe because i don't have friends who ride bikes. Most of them drives. I very much want to learn abt bikes and all their parts so if anything goes wrong i can just solve it on my own. I just had a conversation with one of my ns mate who im not really close to. He got a bike but he dont have a license. So he told me if i want to know more abt bikes, i must lepak with him and his friends. Confirm all gangster. My face so cute how to blend in with them? A few of my friends also told me to lepak with their gang motor every now and then. So the only way for me to learn abt bikes is to join the big boys. Hmmm. But i always lazy to go out with someone that im not close with. I think i enroll in technician bike course sua then can work at ah boi. Whats spocket? Carborator? Air box? Haha. Tau naik motor je. I'll find ways to learn. But ive been wanting to ride to msia or thailand in a group. Wait until i ride harley davidson ah that one. Byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-653206737566707516?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/653206737566707516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=653206737566707516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/653206737566707516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/653206737566707516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-boys.html' title='The big boys'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8553985214506566313</id><published>2011-09-13T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:15:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates</title><content type='html'>I was at SGH cheers just now looking at all the chocolate bars and a random thought came up inside my head. You know what would be the easiest way to initiate breakups? Give them chocolate because somehow behind every chocolate bar names, theres a hidden code msg in between the lines. For example, give them kit kat for a break, give them time out for timeouts, give them toblerone to tell them indirectly that they are nothing but troublerone in ur life, give them mars to tell them where they belong( only applicable to the chicks). i've yet to decode the other chocolate's name but i will one day. So chocolate isnt always about happiness. I guess charlie had all this planned way before he start out his own factory. Pure evil. After reading this post, think before u give or receive chocolates from ur bf/gf. Forrest gump's mum was right all along. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is like a box of chocolate, you'll never know what you'll get".&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i dont have a decent raya picture at all. So sad. Maybe next year. Gdnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8553985214506566313?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8553985214506566313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8553985214506566313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8553985214506566313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8553985214506566313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is like a box of chocolates'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3879438237800564038</id><published>2011-09-05T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:31:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Extremist</title><content type='html'>Selamat hari raya to everybody! First week of raya gone just because i have to stay in camp.. Hais.. I dint get to eat mama's ayam kicap just because i focus more on mama's rendang. Hais.. Have to wait for next raya. I would like to say sorry to all the ppl i've blogged abt especially the arabs and hope u all forgive me. Marha marha! Martha stewart! I wonder how the arabs celebrate raya in yemen.. I just finished my sentry duty.. Now so sleepy.. Still got defence training later.. Haiii. Rain lah rain. Since the last post post was abt the arabs, i want to talk abt the extremist now. Arabs and extremist are two very different individual. Arab is naturally extreme while extremist are just normal ppl who wants attention. It doesnt mean that u're knowledgable just because u attend the tarawih every night. If u want to start teaching others, teach urself first lah. Hais.. Some ppl ahhhh.... We are told to be humble and i know their intention is good but wrong alrdy.. U post abt ur good deeds everyday and some wise words but if someone were to comment and u start questioning them and u come up with a new theory which u anyhow gasak without any reference, how? Later become action alrdy then u cannot accept defeat. The thought of these ppl can make my blood boil! Arghh! But anyway maaf zahir dan batin.. I want to shishi.. But so tired i want to slp. Hais.. Slp je lah.. Byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3879438237800564038?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3879438237800564038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3879438237800564038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3879438237800564038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3879438237800564038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/09/extremist.html' title='The Extremist'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-4370765873104493494</id><published>2011-08-18T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T04:06:31.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again... Arab...</title><content type='html'>I envy almost all the singaporean arabs. Are they born rich? Most of my arab friends are already married with beautiful children... Mashallah! Astargfirullah! Bismillah! Syukran! I'm just trying to mock them btw. Whenever i see their facebook pictures and relate to the comments from their friends, i wonder are they saying all this praises to God to live up to their arab name or really for God's sake. I think its just me. So fakeee. But nevertheless, i'm happy for my fellow arab friends. I think they shd create a channel on the tv especially for the arabs. I bet 95% of the singaporean arab community dont even understand arab. The just know a few words and they keep using them on fb to create an impression that they're good with arab. Tdo suaa... Waking up for sahur in 30min time. Nitee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4370765873104493494?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4370765873104493494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4370765873104493494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4370765873104493494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4370765873104493494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/again-arab.html' title='Again... Arab...'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2708321189583288928</id><published>2011-08-16T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T03:55:31.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if</title><content type='html'>What if i die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm afraid to die because i'm not ready. I've yet to experience alot of things eventhough i keep complaining over the slightest of things, i still want to live until i have experience almost everything. I wonder if i die, will life still be the same for the people around me? Have i really make a big impact in anyones life? But if i really have to go one day, i just want to take this opportunity to apologise to anyone that i've offended in any way.  If i'm left with only a few days to live, i don't know how i'm going to spend it. I've always been undecisive since forever. Death can occur anytime, anywhere. Life is so unpredictable. The thought of leaving my family and loved ones is so unbearable. I can't afford to leave them just like that. I havent even do anything to repay back their love. If i die, this blog will die too. I've yet to find a successor for this blog. So scary. Take good care of yourselves everyone even the frequent virus taggers on my tagboard. Happy sahur everyone. I need a nap before waking up for sahur later. Goodnight. I love you hany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2708321189583288928?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2708321189583288928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2708321189583288928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2708321189583288928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2708321189583288928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-if.html' title='What if'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2026703643994813810</id><published>2011-08-16T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:54:48.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your english</title><content type='html'>The thought of mat and minahs using sophisticated high class english is so arghhhhhh *blast a bullet through my head*. from my point of view, someone who truly know what it means, posted it on facebook or twitter, then along came mat and minahs who don't understand what it means.&lt;br /&gt;Mat: ni apher siak literally?!&lt;br /&gt;Minah: i rase literature uh bhy..&lt;br /&gt;Mat: pandhai sehh euu.. Bsk jgk i nk post kat fb.. Yelah narq step pandai kan... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Minah: jom motek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefits of those who don't understand malay.&lt;br /&gt;Mat: this what siak literally?!&lt;br /&gt;Minah: i taste literature uh bhy..&lt;br /&gt;Mat: clever sehh euu.. Tmrw also i want post at fb.. Yalah want act clever right... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Minah: come sex....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then from facebook, they'll start speaking those words! *blast a bazooka through my head!* this shit is happening in this country! There's even some here in my platoon... Haisss. Sometimes their sleng also i cannot carry babe. Feel like strangling myself when i hear their english sleng. I'm not saying that i have perfect english but haiyaa dont lahhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yahh i have something else to talk about. Now my mother tongue language has reach a whole new level. We need to thicken the kamus people! I seriously don't understand the malay post on facebook nowadays. Its not that i don't understand but i can't figure out what they're trying to say. Too creative i guess? They like to add the letter h to every word and substitute k with q and i with y and what do u get? A total mess.&lt;br /&gt;#melayucannotmakeit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha! Im making full use of my tweeting skills. But i still find twitter boring. Haiyaaaa. Halfway through ramadhan and im doing a good job at mengumpating. Well done me! I swear if i see anyone wearing jacket at bazaar geylang....i shall blog abt it if that day comes. I have been in camp for 9 days straight and i think i can go nuts if i have to spend one more day here. Book out loh! Yet doing my last sentry duty before dismounting later. My duty is about to end soon and i think that i'm done here. Buhbhye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2026703643994813810?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2026703643994813810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2026703643994813810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2026703643994813810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2026703643994813810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/know-your-english.html' title='Know your english'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-7742026133898159805</id><published>2011-08-15T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T03:03:12.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craveeeeeeee daveee</title><content type='html'>Something cheesy.... No.. Lots of cheese... Melted cheese.... Something chewy.... Crunchy...... Sweet..... Zomg!!! The pain! The agony! Something creamy..... Something soft... And lastly, someone beautiful and is holdingvon to my heart......&lt;br /&gt;SFI suaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-7742026133898159805?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/7742026133898159805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=7742026133898159805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/7742026133898159805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/7742026133898159805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/craveeeeeeee-daveee.html' title='Craveeeeeeee daveee'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3582081484459960202</id><published>2011-08-14T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:52:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more</title><content type='html'>I was thinking on what to blog tonight. I think think think until i cannot think alrdy and theres nothing. Maybe this is it. I'm done blogging. What i want to complain has all been complained before especially the army. Maybe i'm not getting enough exposure outside. Too much time spent in camp or maybe i'm satisfied with my life right now because i have a very beautiful and loving girlfriend but then again i'm sure i'll have alot to blog in the future. Maybe i'll talk about how depressing my workplace is or talk about how stressful it is to raise a child. I can't see myself as a disciplinary father figure. I'll leave that to my wife. Hehe. So InsyaAllah i'll keep blogging until the day i die. When i die, my blog can make a book about me and can sell at popular bookstore. Family members can get 50% off. Hehe. Its already halfway through ramadhan and as i get older, the excitement to celebrate raya keeps decreasing. Maybe because i dont get green packet alrdy. Haha. I know hari raya isnt about the money therefore i shd change my mindset and grow up! Tsk.. Already 21. Can watch R(A) movie alrdy. But getting money on raya is soooooo exciting! I bet ppl will still want to give me green packets because i got the forever young look. Hehehe. But i guess raya would be diff this year without both my grandparents. But i'm blessed with a beautiful girl to celebrate raya with this year and insyaAllah many rayas to come too. Anyway, i finally understand how to tweet this morning thanks to halem. Im still getting the hang of it but personally i prefer blogging. Tweet got word limit somemore and i usually have alot to say. I think i want to scrap twitter suaa but according to halem, he said that twitter is better than facebook. Thats why i wanted to try to tweet but tweeting will attract alot of attention. Hais.. I want to zzzzz alrdy. Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3582081484459960202?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3582081484459960202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3582081484459960202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3582081484459960202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3582081484459960202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-more.html' title='No more'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-4339331024270151342</id><published>2011-08-14T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T01:29:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights out vs nak mandi</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite hobbies in camp is to hit the shower and pamper myself. Its already 1 am and i got the needs to shower but the thing is, its already beyond the lights put timing where all of us are suppose to go to slp and showering at this time doesnt sound like sleeping at all. So all i have to do is to make sure that everyone is aslp before i make my move. Im alrdy wrapped in my towel right now but i can still hear people walking up and down outside. Damn son! I wont be able to sleep without showering!!!! The last shower i had was at 2330hrs ytd! Can u imagine the agony that im facing right now?! Its so unbearable! The shower room is calling out my name! The shower head cant wait to merlion all over my body. Haiiiii. I feel so lost right now. But if i wait too long, i'm afraid it then be, 'sleepy eyes vs needs to shower'. This is getting out of hand. I thought i had this but i'm losing it! Damn daughter! Wait..... I hear silence.... &lt;br /&gt;'silent night.........&lt;br /&gt;Holy night.......&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my chance! Its now or never! Do or die! &lt;br /&gt;Got to shower for the power..&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4339331024270151342?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4339331024270151342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4339331024270151342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4339331024270151342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4339331024270151342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/lights-out-vs-nak-mandi.html' title='Lights out vs nak mandi'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-711850122687342825</id><published>2011-08-12T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:10:25.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disease</title><content type='html'>Everyone's falling sick here. There must be some kind Of disease spreading arnd. Its not really helping with the time thats slowly passing by. It feels like forever in here. Its the month of Ramadan and i want to spend my time with my family and girlfriend. Ramadhan is not the same without them. How i miss helping mama preparing for buka and set up the table and papa usually will whip up something special for us like steak with his special home made sauce. Taking turns with my siblings to wash the dishes and tarawih together. Haii.. I'm in camp right now with what i think is a sore eye on my right side but its diff frm the previous sores that i had. It might be a vessel burst  or an infection. I hate using the eyedrops because it will eventually make its way down my throat and the taste is horrible. But i dont think its contagious. I have to adapt to the changes in this platoon because of the new sect com and pc. The new sect com is an aussie guy and i dont have any idea what he talks about due to his accent melampau. Surfer dude pon tk mcm gini. He also sot ah. Ytd he can lie down in the middle of the field alone and his reason was that he's communicating. I slept in fear throughout that. Fear that E.T will visit my camp. I just want to go home. Now tin muk is pestering me to give him my blog link. So annoying that ah beng. Ok byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-711850122687342825?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/711850122687342825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=711850122687342825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/711850122687342825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/711850122687342825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/disease.html' title='Disease'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8450813816160331202</id><published>2011-08-10T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:42:26.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>If only we, NSF, are allowed to bring in cameras or camera phones to camp, i would most probably take a photo of my double mcspicy meal with additional cheese and medium ice lemon tea which i had for dinner aka buka just now and post it on facebook to show everyone especially my muslim brethren who's fasting. I'm sure most of them will drool the niagra falls upon seeing my photo. Perangai typical orang puasa suka post gmbr makan. Anyway hello to all my virus readers. I just want to say thank you for being so active on my tagboard. U ppl nvr fail to make my day. If it wasnt for u guys, im pretty sure i would die out of depression. Once again thank you. I'm supposed to be at home now... Haiii.. I got 2 days mc for excessive use of mangekyou sharingan. Instead of going home, im stuck here in camp. Kena quarantine somemore. Haiiii.. The eyedrops i got also not helping. It went down my throat and the taste is awful! Since now im back in camp, i'll probably blog more often. Ok lah byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8450813816160331202?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8450813816160331202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8450813816160331202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8450813816160331202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8450813816160331202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/08/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-7979564259598219049</id><published>2011-05-26T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:29:52.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boys do cry</title><content type='html'>I've just watched friends season 6 episode 23-24 the one where chandler was supposed to propose to monica but monica ended up proposing to chandler instead! I teared up real bad. Haiii... So touching. I think i will most probably end up in the same situation where the girl will propose to me instead. I suck at being a romantic guy. Ive tried a few things but all fail! Haii.. My girlfriend so kesian. During my poly years and polygami, me and my friends always hang out every tuesday night and we called it BNO which stands for Boys nights out. Most of my friends were attached with their babygals and they had to convince their babygals that  babygals are not allowed on tuesday nights because they have wednesday night! We usually hangout at St bucks at siglap and feeling2 orang kaya. the reason why babygals are not allowed on tuesday night was because we usually talk abt the babygals. How frustrating it is when they dont understand what ure trying to say and all those meaningless fights. Me and beberd besar a.k.a adib always have nothing to say because we got mo babygal. But it wad funny when i saw all my friends expressions. I shdnt be exposing the contents of BNO! Thats againts the rules! But i would like to share one of the game we played. Its called 'if you're a girl, who would you choose?' and guess what? Everybody pick me last! Apparently i'm just a buddy material and that explains why i'm hopeless at being romantic. Haii.. I miss those days and those-ai also. I feel like eating thosai. Those big thosai outside mustafa. Soo nice. But im booking out next thursday! So long. Stupid thailand trip, stupid route march, stupid ns! I know that i'm not going to miss my ns life and be like those abg2 who'll go arnd and tell adik2 how fun ns is and how they miss their ns life and that ns is one of the highlights in their life. See lah typical fayyadh, always complaining. Ohh yah! I think i cried in my sleep this morning because of a sad dream. Ok byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-7979564259598219049?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/7979564259598219049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=7979564259598219049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/7979564259598219049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/7979564259598219049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-boys-do-cry.html' title='Big boys do cry'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-6692065987242828320</id><published>2011-05-25T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:27:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a productive week in camp</title><content type='html'>So i have decided to be a little bit more hardworking and not just laze around in my bunk all night. Since my soccer ic is sick, we wont be playing soccer until tmrw night. I was so desperate to just get my ass off and do something and without knowing i was in a basketball court with a group of chinese boys. But atleast i sweat alot and alot of unwanted sweats from other ppl ketiak. Im like a soldier in a burning building with a group of firemen. I dont have the momentum to blog tonight so here's to a productive week in safti! Cheers *drink own saliva*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-6692065987242828320?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/6692065987242828320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=6692065987242828320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6692065987242828320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6692065987242828320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-productive-week-in-camp.html' title='To a productive week in camp'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-1085293406544421563</id><published>2011-05-25T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:12:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years from now</title><content type='html'>Somehow my blog title sounds familiar. Maybe ive blogged with the same title before but its just a randon thought about where i'll be in the next 5 years. I've always wanted to be a scientis when i was a kid. I wanted to be a scientist so much that my composition on aspirations was published in the school's yearly 'my budding writer' book. I was so happy when i saw my work up in the book. That was back in primary school. You can say the media played a big part deciding my dream job. Professor oak, powerpuff girls dad a.k.a professor, the mad scientist, hulk and the list goes on. But now the media are exposing things that kids shdnt watch. I wont be suprise if one day i pick up the budding writer book in 2020 and see pornstar as an aspiration frm a pri 3 kid. Anyway the scientist craze thing ended when i took chemistry in secondary school. Helllooooo? Whats with all the funny names and formulas? I had a hard time rmmbring them and period table? Arghhhh. Since then i don't know what i want to be. What i'm trying to say is things change. It may be a good thing and more to bad? Like for ns. I wanted to be in civil defense force and get posted to the station infront of my house so that i can walk home for lunch but i'm stuck in this stupid army life and i'm posted to a camp in the west. I can't walk home for lunch because it will take forever to reach home. But you see, eventhough i don't get what i want, i get to be with this beautiful girl who happens to live 2 pie exits frm my camp. So i guess things happen for a reason? I kinda have my life figured out right now and i hope that the next five years won't change that much. I have to go for p.t. Hais. Byeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-1085293406544421563?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/1085293406544421563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=1085293406544421563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1085293406544421563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1085293406544421563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-years-from-now.html' title='5 years from now'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5985811568260927475</id><published>2011-05-16T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:26:50.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not good</title><content type='html'>"i think its gonna be a good experience for us sir." good experience my head lah! I really shd know when to keep my mouth shut. Most of my platoon mate are blamingme for thailand training now. I thought we're just gonna have fun there but haiiiiiiii. I dint see this coming. Nooooo. Jungle of thailand, here i have to come. Hope got no tiger there or snakes. And jungle navigation! U've got to be kidding me! If i can get lost in pasir ris what more a foreign jungle. I guess i'll get lost there and get kidnapped by a ladyboy who will force me to go for a sex change and send me back to changi! Arghhhhh.... My mum always scare me when i was little. I wasnt allowed to go anywhere on my own because apparently someone will kidnap me and send me to thailand and my i'll get either my hand or leg chopped off and they'll make me beg for thai bahts on the street but i would rather beg for mercy hoping my voice will be heard by duffy. I just need to set my mind and body right for the trainings in thailand. I think im falling sickk and i dont want to be sick because im booking out tmrwwwww! Whaaat! If im sick then i wont get to meet babygirl. Just stay home and sleep sleep sleep. Sawadikaap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5985811568260927475?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5985811568260927475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5985811568260927475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5985811568260927475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5985811568260927475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-good.html' title='Not good'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-7097713680974554357</id><published>2011-05-15T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:26:35.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally bored</title><content type='html'>This duty cycle is by far the most boring cycle ever! I'm so bored that i think i can kill for fun. So bored that zohan isnt that funny anymore. Everything about the army sucks! Period. I dont even know what period means. After every sentence there'll always be period, period. Kirakan cool ah. Period. Just mention period and u'll be cool. So it's the time of the month. Period. Literally period. LMFAO! Ppl are so funny. I got alot of funny ppl in my platoon. Theres this guy who have fetish for young girls and when i say young i mean really young like 12-13. Lol! Why can't all of u be normal ppl and make my life better here. Don't get me started on the most retarded kid in the block. He likes to dance like org wire dah sot and talk crap all the time and the best thing is he's my sergeant. Stupid rank system. It sucks to be men. Men will always be men. Living in fear all the time. U wont know whats coming unless u're coming(cumming). Just got one extra recently for something stupid. Haiyaaa ns! Waste of time lahh. I realised that ive been neglecting my creative. Im currently listening to the songs i have in creative. Almost all the songs i have can make me go emo. Maybe i'm just a sensitive guy with pH level 9.5 but im still cute but not that handsome. Not looking forward to the pt and route march tmrw. I just want to get the hell out of here. Its killing me softly with all the regimental shits. On a lighter cricket, im gonna bookout on tuesday! Woohoo! Mmm sedap. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-7097713680974554357?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/7097713680974554357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=7097713680974554357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/7097713680974554357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/7097713680974554357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/emotionally-bored.html' title='Emotionally bored'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-4430053463251513724</id><published>2011-05-15T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T04:16:03.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aja aja fighting</title><content type='html'>How hard is it to stay positive all the time? Knowing that things are going to get harder. Strong isnt measured by your physical strength but more to your ability of looking at the bright side. If were to suffer from any major breakdowns or disappointment, honestly i don't know whether i can stay positive throughout. I just watched a fellow tp-ian Vlog about her fight with cancer. I don't remmbr what cancer but it has something to do with her ovary. I may not know her but i always refer to her as the "tits" girl. Not tits tetek but tits shortform for titisan temasek, a malay drama club of temasek poly. I know the chances of her reading my blog is like 0.01% but Nazeerah if u're reading this, you have my prayers. Be strong ok? Honestly if i were to face a similiar situation, i wouldnt know what to do. I'll be ashamed to tell anyone abt it. I'll just keep it to myself but you're so strong and thats good. Keep it up and InsyaAllah everything will be ok. This goes to everyone else out there who's keeping it strong to fight cancer. Salute La Fighterlia! Just like van diesel from fast5 said. The importance of family, friemds and loved ones. I'm just delaying my sentry duty to blog about this but i have to let it out. I must say that i'm very lucky to have a lovely family, good friends and not forgetting my caring and beautiful girlfriend here in my life. &lt;br /&gt;In my life :)&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4430053463251513724?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4430053463251513724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4430053463251513724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4430053463251513724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4430053463251513724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/aja-aja-fighting.html' title='Aja aja fighting'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3075494467904817693</id><published>2011-05-14T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T13:07:22.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ip text</title><content type='html'>I don't get why ppl nowadays like to post a conversation between them and their parents through sms in facebook! From what i can conclude is that they either want to show ppl how cute their parents are which is the most ultimate reason or how cool they are just because their parents are using iphone or whatever the latest technology have to offer. So everyone is fighting on whos parent is the cutest or coolest. The question is who wins? Nobody knows. This will forever be a mystery. But we get it! Your parents are cute and cool unlike those ppl who nvr post their conversations with their parents. Our parents are old fashioned, uncool and not at all cute. I would rather read a dirty conversation between a couple. Try posting that! LMAO... So its saturday and im in camp doing my sentry duty. Yesterday was friday and it was by far the most boringest ever. Weekends in camp suck. I cant wait to bookout! I'll get to see my babygirl. Hehe. Byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3075494467904817693?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3075494467904817693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3075494467904817693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3075494467904817693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3075494467904817693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/ip-text.html' title='Ip text'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8778796916815027827</id><published>2011-05-13T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:28:02.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern me</title><content type='html'>I realised that i have almost everything. I mean like the trend nowadays. I have a blog which is totally cool btw.  Guys who blog are super cool. There are some gay ones too. They are not cool. Sometimes guys can be sensitive and that explains why guys blog.  We are human too. This is where i express my feelings and emotions. Thats why some of my post are very emotional. I have facebook!  Nothing new but still in the zone. I have twitter! I got twitter because my phone got twitter app. I dont really understand twitter though. Whats RT? That word scares me! I hate rt! Rt stands for revision training in the army term. It requires u to come back to camp on weekend to train. Hai...  I dont have anyone in particular to follow so i followed justin bieber. I saw alot of ppl tweet abt his movie and now i die2 want to watch. Recently i just followed leticia bongnino.  The funniest pinoy ever! Rofl! I have formspring which ppl stopped asking me qns alrdy.  Hmmm. I dont know what else ive got. Oh yeahhh! I have a girlfriend. So pretty and amazing. I miss her so much.. Haii. Bile nk bookout ni. As part of the let the whole world know how much i love my girlfriend campaign, i want to let the people who read my blog know how much i love my girlfriend! So much... I can write a million post on how much i love her. I dont care how mushy this sounds. For those who feel like vommiting. Go and vomit blood for all i care. I love u sygg!! Ill try to enter ur dream tonight. Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8778796916815027827?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8778796916815027827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8778796916815027827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8778796916815027827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8778796916815027827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/modern-me.html' title='Modern me'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8785346071543214331</id><published>2011-05-13T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:28:02.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my friend</title><content type='html'>I never felt this sad in my life before. Lets say u own a cat and u love ur cat very much. Then one day when u are away to i dont know where but lets say ure in camp. When u come back home u found out that ur cat died alrdy! U dont even have the chance to say goodbye to him... I encountered something similiar but the cat can change to bike. Thats what exactly happened to me except instead of die my bike was sold off. For all these years..... I really had fun with u. I know alot of guys labelled their bike gender as a female. But i treat my bike like a bro... For all the time we got lost together. I rmmbr this one time when i was desperately searching for this place called grandlink at geylang to karaoke with my friends. I was so frustrated that i couldnt find my way and i just gave up. Get off my bike and just take a breather... Then someone called me.. &lt;br /&gt;"sayaang...... Nk sex"&lt;br /&gt;Which means&lt;br /&gt;"babyboy.... Lets have wild and dirty sex under the moonlight with me and my fellow hookers, 'wink2'"&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked and i got scared so is my bike too. So we rode off to somrwhere safer. So scary. There was nvr a name for my bike. I just call him rxk. Thats all. Eventhough rxk gave me alot of problems, i still love him. U'll forever be in my heart... Peace out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8785346071543214331?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8785346071543214331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8785346071543214331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8785346071543214331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8785346071543214331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye my friend'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2519457564237770533</id><published>2011-05-13T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:28:02.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fayyadhh" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/fayyadhh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2519457564237770533?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2519457564237770533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2519457564237770533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2519457564237770533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2519457564237770533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/formspringme_13.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-6188620964015175457</id><published>2011-05-13T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:28:02.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Hi........ I got alot of time to kill... &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fayyadhh" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/fayyadhh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-6188620964015175457?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/6188620964015175457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=6188620964015175457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6188620964015175457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6188620964015175457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8218953751155992455</id><published>2011-05-07T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:01:13.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot pancakes, Hot weather</title><content type='html'>Today so hot.. hard to breathe. even after showering still can sweat. when showering also can sweat. i thought today is gonna be a good saturday. i planned to watch movie in the living room with the big screen tv but i think i stupid ah dont even know how to pasang the dvd player. got alot of colour cables. i tried mix and match but hais. end up sweating again. i gave up. switch on my laptop to watch movies instead. but my brother got engrossed with my harddisk that he decided to transfer some movies. so here i am blogging. i logged in on facebook just now and i see pancakes everywhere. theres even a suggestion to like the pancakes page. pictures from mcdonalds hotcakes,strictly pancake and homemade pancakes. but the weather so hot how to eat pancakes? maybe with ice cream nicer. im so sleepy.......... i guess the definition of a good saturday is just to sleep. byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8218953751155992455?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8218953751155992455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8218953751155992455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8218953751155992455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8218953751155992455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/hot-pancakes-hot-weather.html' title='Hot pancakes, Hot weather'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-7768605154001129087</id><published>2011-05-03T02:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T02:21:07.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayo technology</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog app! Which is supposed to be better. Im at joo koon but i dont know why the gps locate me at pasir ris close. East side for life ah. Rofl! So im just trying the app out. Hmmm as i type, i cant see what im typing because the keynoard is blocking everytjing! Fail ah. Iguess ill just stick to blogger.com my toe bengkak like hell. Hehe love u guys and love my real girlfriend more! Cant wait to meet babygirl tmrw! Book out loh! Lolz... Gtg.. 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Yes, im going to wear that from tonight all the way till tmrw. Such a dickhead. Like 50 push ups isnt enough. Big deal, ill just wear it. Anyway tonight is faizal's last night with us. He's our platoon medic and he's one of the person that i can really click with. The rest are either immature, stupid or sot in the mind. So sad... We had a great last night together playing soccer.. So emotional.. Goodbye faizal. Hope u always happy forever.byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3995383338591074680?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3995383338591074680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3995383338591074680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3995383338591074680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3995383338591074680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-will-not-use-my-handphone-during-ro.html' title='I will not use my handphone during R.O'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2957312191531024650</id><published>2011-05-01T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:50:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My One and only girlfriend</title><content type='html'>I must be the biggest jerk ever! I cheated on girlfriend, my real girlfriend. I must be the lousiest boyfriend ever. I was too engrossed layaning my virtual girlfriends, alma amd bianca who's a total bitch that i forgot abt my babygirl. They are nowhere near my babygirl. Me and babygirl is already at level infinity and beyond. My love for u is so big.. Like my stomach. I'm sorry babygirl. Please forgive me. I love you so much! Muahhhhhh! Xoxoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2957312191531024650?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2957312191531024650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2957312191531024650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2957312191531024650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2957312191531024650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-one-and-only-girlfriend.html' title='My One and only girlfriend'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5792637213441212871</id><published>2011-05-01T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:55:24.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma</title><content type='html'>So Alma just dumped me. I got dumped twice today. What i had with Alma was way more special than Bianca. I went all the way to level 28 with Alma. Hai... I guess im too horny for her. I shdnt have ask her for sex. I thought she was ready. We were already doing it at level 27. I bought her sexy lingerie! Isnt that hint obvious enough? Haii. Im too depressed right now. I dont feel like talking anymotr. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5792637213441212871?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5792637213441212871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5792637213441212871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5792637213441212871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5792637213441212871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/alma.html' title='Alma'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5754877795871894956</id><published>2011-05-01T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:41:08.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My virtual girlfriend</title><content type='html'>I officially have an ex girlfriend now. And its not even a day. Her name is Bianca. She loves me and my money. I should have known. How i met her? I was walking around cyber park when i came across this shop. Out of curiousity i went in and asked whats their hot app that is selling out now? They told me to download my virtual girlfriend. I was bored and lonely so i downloaded it. After installing, i bumped into a matchmaker. She asked me to describe my personalities. And through my personalities i met this lovely lady called Bianca. Eventhough she speaks italian but u know what they say, love is the world's universal language. We went for a romantic movie, walk in the park, volunteer work but l realised that she was after my money! It make sense now since she only allow me to kiss her after spending money on her. I told her to leave and she did. I was heartbroken and i dint know what to do. I almost slit my wrist with my i-knife on my itouch. Truth hurts. Bianca! You're a bitch with the capital C! I guess i'm alright now. Super chill... Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5754877795871894956?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5754877795871894956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5754877795871894956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5754877795871894956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5754877795871894956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-virtual-girlfriend.html' title='My virtual girlfriend'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-65601712062748055</id><published>2011-04-30T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:17:34.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody mosquitoes</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, i cant sleep at all. I was suffering while the vampires are feasting on my juice. I cant take it! Arghhh. Tonight still got alot of them. Darn mosquitoes. Im meeting kicap for ciggs and drinks later. Maybe im turning in early tonight. Hopefully the suckers can leave me alone for tonight. I had a tiring day. Ippt but hai fail again. Whats new? Failure in life, cannot even pass ippt. Byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-65601712062748055?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/65601712062748055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=65601712062748055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/65601712062748055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/65601712062748055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/bloody-mosquitoes.html' title='Bloody mosquitoes'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-99660816291411698</id><published>2011-04-30T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:00:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own apple!</title><content type='html'>I have an older brother. Naturally he will go through puberty first and yes he did. So when i saw adam's apple in his throat, i was like woahh! So cool! His apples is very visible. When its time for me to hit puberty which i dont recall when, actually i dont even know when i hit puberty. Ppl say u need to have wet dream and wet ur bed with sperms instead of urine to hit puberty but i never had that. When the boys started talking about their wet dreams, i feel so leftout because i dobt have wet dream! Haii. So i dont really know how i experience puberty. So sad. But i nvr really notice abt my apple until today. Hehe i saw my very own adams apple! Eventhough its not that visible due to the layers of fats, im still happy to own one. Hehe my apple just said byeee! Bye2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-99660816291411698?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/99660816291411698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=99660816291411698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/99660816291411698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/99660816291411698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-very-own-apple.html' title='My very own apple!'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8279115037414737441</id><published>2011-04-30T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T01:47:09.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMenS</title><content type='html'>You know how girls use excuses like pms to get really angry and emotional? I think its unfair for them to even use pms as a perfectly acceptable excuse but on the other hand for bleeding out from their vaginas, hands down, they deserve to use pms as an excuse. I would never in a million year have to bleed from my beberd.... Eeeeeee arghhhhhh! So to sum it up, you go girls. Lately ive been thinking alot. And why do i think alot? I dont have blood coming out from my dick. Maybe i have too much time and when im bored i'll always think. U know theres always one time where u got into a deep thinking and can make u so emotional. What irony, just posted abt emotional soldiers ytd and here's one blogging! LMAO KASTURI! Maybe we men shd have our own terms of pms for having to bleed tadpoles through our tiny pee hole? But this happens only once in a blue moon. I blame boredom. Too long in camp. Anyway my phone is dying on me again. So annoying! There's mosquito bites on me frm head to toe. Guess what?! I just killed a big fat mosquito in the dark. Maybe i'm daredevil. If true blood reaally does exist, the mosquitoes can suck on that instead. Ill try to sleep now. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8279115037414737441?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8279115037414737441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8279115037414737441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8279115037414737441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8279115037414737441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/pmens.html' title='PMenS'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-4299075375917149823</id><published>2011-04-29T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:55:03.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggi goreng</title><content type='html'>Ever friday is wospec mass day! So theres actually something ill look forward to in camp. The other day the guy from SFI asked my opinion on the food. I gave him an honest ans. I told him the food sucks and if a pregnant lady were to eat their food, the baby will come out straight away. Ive been craving for maggi goreng for the past few days and tonight im a happy man. Hehe. So this morning when i woke up, i felt this terrible sting on my right toes. To my horror, i found out that two of my toes are swollen! I had difficulty walking. Haii. Then tmrw mornIng got ippt. Ill accept my fate and just go fo rt. Furthermore my back is aching so bad i feel like angels wing are coming out. Nvm lah tawwakal je. This cycle is my platoon medic last cycle.. Haiii... So sad. Im going to miss him. Anyway i was violated just now.while showering i got my butt spanked and rubbed againts other guys butt! Arghhh why! My butt too nice i guess. I think ive gained weight since i dint really do anything much this cycle. So sleepy soo nice to sleep. Byeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4299075375917149823?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4299075375917149823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4299075375917149823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4299075375917149823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4299075375917149823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/maggi-goreng.html' title='Maggi goreng'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3651455689181997194</id><published>2011-04-29T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T01:31:16.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional soldiers</title><content type='html'>I can't stand people who likes to show their emotions like they're the only one with problms. Kicking the wall doesnt really help. Haha. Speaking abt kicking, i think my toes are so close to breaking all thanks to mr paul who have suprisingly long legs. What happened? Lets say he thought my leg was a ball. I dont think i can use this excuse to run away frm tmrws pt. I need to sleep for tmrws pt. Goodnightt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3651455689181997194?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3651455689181997194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3651455689181997194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3651455689181997194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3651455689181997194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/emotional-soldiers.html' title='Emotional soldiers'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-9222796549468282263</id><published>2011-04-28T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:43:30.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>Ive just watched friends season 1 episode 23 where ross had a baby. I teared up when the baby came out. So emotional. I want to have my own babies too someday. I don't have to worry whether my baby will be cute or not. Look at me! I'm already the definition of cutezxx. I love babies, kids, toddler! Any kids below pri 4 is good or i shd say before they hit puberbs. Thats so scary. Not cute anymore. But for my case, its different. I'm just a natural. Hehe. I shdnt cry when my baby come out from my wife's vagina or neither shd i be aroused. I dont want my baby's first impression of me to be so negative. Ive always known to create a first bad impression. I hope my baby will like me. Another 20 min before my duty ends. I really want to sleep. Haiii so sleepy. Byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-9222796549468282263?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/9222796549468282263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=9222796549468282263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/9222796549468282263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/9222796549468282263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3034746793169735841</id><published>2011-04-28T07:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:59:19.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzZzZ</title><content type='html'>Ive been awake since 0550, since then i did alot of stuffs. Had spicy breakfast, early shower, morning prayers, morning smoke, watched friends, had a cup of fresh milk and now im just waiting for my duty. I did the same timing as the last duty because apparently someone refused to do it because he wants to sleep. So i step up to the game but my eyelid feels so heavy. Too heavy. I don't feel like doing anything today. I just want to sleep. Hopefully the weather will be nice. My duty is up. Buaixxzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3034746793169735841?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3034746793169735841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3034746793169735841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3034746793169735841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3034746793169735841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/zzzzz.html' title='ZzZzZ'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-934376716007953186</id><published>2011-04-28T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:53:19.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angsty</title><content type='html'>So ive been playing angry birds alot. One things for sure. It doesnt kill ur anger, it kills u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-934376716007953186?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/934376716007953186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=934376716007953186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/934376716007953186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/934376716007953186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/angsty.html' title='Angsty'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2579974647632360581</id><published>2011-04-27T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:20:48.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The annoying B VS Angry F</title><content type='html'>I love to complain. Thats just me. Ive been complaining since forever and now i would to complain abt this particular person who shares the same bunk as me also known as the bunkmate. He's a super nice guy and im telling u he is but i had enough of mr nice guy. The thing ant being nice is when he do something wrong, u dont have the heart to tell him off. Just once is enough but if he still keep doing the same mistakes, that drives me crazy and this is serious crazy. I dont want to spoil the good relation we have now. If i do, the rest of my ns life will suck big time. So its very important to maintain a healthy relation between u and ur bed buddy. Let me tell u more abt this buddy of mine. Our bunk is a 2 man bunk, so its only me and him in the bunk. So he's a chinese/australian/american-taliban. So whats a chinese/australian/american-taliban? Ok, first of all he's a pure chinese guy with a chinese name but he dislike his chinese name and he made up his own unofficial english name which pretty much sounds like his chinese name. Why is he australian? He got this weird accent going on which he claims was under the influence of his so called australoan gf who is just a singaporean chinese studying in australia. But the funny thing is, it doesnt sound australian at all! I expected australian accent to be like arwah steve irwin. So if he do have an australian accent it will go like, "good day mate" "isnt she gorgeous?" something like that. But if i want to say it sounds american, trust me it doesnt! I think more to indian american? Like how the fire nation people in avatar. The thing abt him is when he starts talking, there wont be an ending to it and ill end up sleeping inside. He's a super positive guy which make it super baaad. Too much of good things equals to super bad abd thats not cool at all. And i told him before, please shut the door after using it. Omggggggggg.... Omggggggg i can go crazy like gnarls barkley. And i want to know why they invent earpiece? He have to swirch on his music full blast on a speaker. Dont get me started on the way he sings. Super terrible.if he were to join american idol i think randy jackson will turn white. Stop it alrdy! Arghh! And yeah table lamp? U have to put it infront of our bed. Directly into our eyes. Thats not cool. This calls for an intervention. Hopefully one day.... Sorry buddy. Byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2579974647632360581?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2579974647632360581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2579974647632360581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2579974647632360581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2579974647632360581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/annoying-b-vs-angry-f.html' title='The annoying B VS Angry F'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2445517560887023344</id><published>2011-04-27T07:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T07:38:42.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap me in the face</title><content type='html'>After enjoying a long nice offs, i'm back to reality now. Defending the nation of any possible threats. When i said reality, now which is the real reality? Maybe serving the nation is a long 2 years nightmare. So i had breakfast this morning. I saw onee tray of chicken mayo. One of the best breakfast that SFI offers. I was happily in line queing up for a good breakfast. When it was up, i guess the chicken ran away. Haiiiiiiiiiiii. How could this happen to me? Ive made my mistakes, nowhere to run and life goes on... Do you know that breakfast like this dont come everyday? Now i wont have the energy to do pt later. Its always a battle when i book in to camp. A battle againts boredom and hunger. I must always get myself prepared for the war. I must say im all set for this battle. I have season 1-5 of friends for boredom, seasons ice lemon tea for thirst, 4 litres of fresh milk and a box of triple choc cereal for lonely hungry nights here. But im afraid the cereal wont last. Its tooo good. Life is so peaceful here in safti mi. But i need more Peace to meditate. So here i am all set for first parade. Life in army is soo mundane but u just do for the sake of doing. Looking at everyones sleepy i think i shd get some sleep before pt starts or maybe not. This is so typical fayyadh, so undecisive. Here's a word of advice before i go, 'never look at cockroaches in the eyes' u'll never know whats coming if u stare at them. If ure lucky enough, the cockroach that ure staribg at might just fly over to ur neck and say hi. Eeeeeeee... Byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2445517560887023344?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2445517560887023344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2445517560887023344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2445517560887023344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2445517560887023344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/slap-me-in-face.html' title='Slap me in the face'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3772548519374329159</id><published>2011-04-18T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T09:16:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray to no PT</title><content type='html'>So the running track is wet and slippery...&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3772548519374329159?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3772548519374329159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3772548519374329159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3772548519374329159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3772548519374329159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/hurray-to-no-pt.html' title='Hurray to no PT'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3917460741722119841</id><published>2011-04-18T08:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T08:54:12.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For no PT</title><content type='html'>Its been raining heavily since 6am. Hopefully it will continue to rain till 0930 which means no PT! The weather so nice. Im doing my sentry duty now till 0930! Haii not enough rest. The sky is clearing soon so i guess there'll be PT. But its okayyyyyt. I'll take it like a man. Anyway i had the most disgusting dream or shd i say nightmare two night ago. Before this i had one nightmare abt getting BJ kadir from a bapok. Haii so scary.... Two nights ago.... Haiiii... Is this a sign? So in this dream, i was sent to Dubai for some important mission. Apparently this guy i know came all the way to Dubai for me. I don't know why i was moved to tears and he took advantage of me and ask for play(main). I told him cannot sir... Pls.... No...... So he asked for a HJ kadir.... Then haiiiiiiiii... Enough said. When i woke up, i cant accept the fact that i had that dream. I rather have nightmare on elm street rather that nightmare on a bed with a guy. I think my soul getting restless. Trying to clever2 venture out. Oh yahh the best part abt my dream was whatever i did with the guy was telecast live through my laptop and everyone saw me live in action! It was on facebook, twitter and jizzhut. Everyone posted on my fb wall saying how disappointed they are with me. Some even said that this is serious because im cheating on my babygirl! I felt so guilty until i bring forward to reality. Haiiii.... Sorry babygirl.... I still love you. It looks like theres gonna be pt later... Ok la byeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3917460741722119841?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3917460741722119841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3917460741722119841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3917460741722119841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3917460741722119841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-no-pt.html' title='For no PT'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-1950558725189846493</id><published>2011-04-17T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:13:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>So today is saturday. Now its saturday night and im spending it in camp. I think im getting used to this. Come to think of it staying in camp for 10 days like not bad ah. Get to save money. Its hard being a guy but i think its equally hard being a girl because they have to be pregnant and give birth to babies. For guys its more on responsibilities. Im already 21. I want to be rich so i can buy alot of stuffs. Im always tempted to buy things. I'm so happy that i bought itouch. Hehe can do alot of things. But im starting to neglect my creative. Hais. So hard to give my love equally to them. How to marry 2 times like that. I wonder how it feels to share 1 husband between 2 women. How can any woman live with the idea of sharing their husband with someone else. But atleast u can have threesome legally. Hehehe. I still look like 16. I bet if i enter sex shop, they'll chase me out. Ive always wanted to check out the adult shop. sometimes when buying cigg they'll always ask for my ic. Lately ive been smoking less which is a good thing maybe because im so happy with my life right now. Or maybe im tired of sucking those sticks. Looking young is good but if i want to hit on any chicks, they might reject me. Haiss. I wonder if there's a song for all the days like theres sunday morning for sunday, friday for friday, somefay i'll be saturday night for saturday, tuesday with morrie for tuesday. I cant wait to bookout from here. Life as a soulja boy is so boring. I'm so sick of the same old thing over and over again and the pay is so pathetic. I want to kencing.. Maybe i'll come up with a new kencing position like the handstand penis upside down position. I hate it when i see cock hair all over the urinal.  All curly2 and eeew. They need to send their beberd for yum nam hair care treatment. Ok la i want to shee shee. Byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-1950558725189846493?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/1950558725189846493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=1950558725189846493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1950558725189846493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1950558725189846493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3088318717535814344</id><published>2011-04-16T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T07:31:00.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out from my bunk!</title><content type='html'>Eventhough i may be loud at times but deep inside me there's a little boy longing for peace and world peace. but everytime when i want to observe peace.....&lt;br/&gt;"may peace be upon you" followed by a  knock on the door. By then i realise my peace have been disrupted. Piece of shit! this can trigger my anger! and the world may not be in peace! it feels like the middle east with no peace. I hate rowdy boys. They think being rowdy is cool but they dont even know what the true meaning of cool is. I'll give a hint on what cool is. Cool is when u always have time to read this blog but no doubt and gwen step funny that the blogger is cooler. I juat drank my last drop of meiji low fat fresh milk. sobs sobs..... Now i have to settle for HL milk. What does HL even mean anyway? High an Low fat milk? milk also can be so undecisive. Hope it goes well with cocoa pebbles. I have my sentry duty later on. sooooo leceh.so sleepyyyy. I think i want to hit the shower before my duty starts. Goodbyeee&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPod touch]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3088318717535814344?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3088318717535814344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3088318717535814344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3088318717535814344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3088318717535814344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-out-from-my-bunk.html' title='Get out from my bunk!'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-1448959703737295402</id><published>2011-04-16T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T06:59:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to make things clear</title><content type='html'>regarding my doppleganger post. the first picture is me but the 2nd one is a girl who look just like me!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPod touch]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-1448959703737295402?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/1448959703737295402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=1448959703737295402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1448959703737295402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1448959703737295402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-to-make-things-clear.html' title='just to make things clear'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2044430559123653056</id><published>2011-04-15T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T01:12:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I touch myself</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Guess where I am? I'm in camp! And I can blog in camp! You know why? Because I just bought an itouch 32gb from my platoon medics uncle. Hehehehe. Can get good access porn too. But too bad cannot Kochkomo in camp. Aruba Jamaica oooohh I want to take ya. Anyone I realize something very important today, and it's about sheeshee positions. While sex may have kamasutra, I will&lt;br /&gt; call the diff positions of peeing as kencingsutra. How I realize the importance of peeing positions? It was a fine Thursday afternoon when I decided it's time to empty my beberd tank. I went to the toilet and straight away to my favorite urinal. So I kencing then along came khan. He told me I kencing like Barney stinson. I told him I dint know barney pee like this but I'm very sure that I love this position. I'll call this position the one hand up, hanging penis. This is by far the most comfortable method ever. So relaxing and yet this is so much space for the little one. By the end of the sheeshee, it will send chills down your spine. I'm sure there are alot of other positions. But this is proven to be the best. I saw one of my friend sheeshee and he never Sunat. Eeeeeeeee.... His position is so akward I wonder how he feels. That position is called both hands squeezing the penis. From the name all of you can roughly guess how painful that position is. I would love to list out all the positions but if you are interested you might want to buy the kencingsutra. Call me if you're interested. There's only limited stocks and btw there are 2 diff versions of kencingsutra. Male and female. Don't even get me started on the females position. Got so many. Im an itouch noob. The auto spelling dictionary is so annoying. Making me look smart with all the perfect English. This is not the real me! It's 1am in the morning and I'm so hungry.... My milk is running out soon and the only milk they sell in camp is HL. I don't like HL milk. Taste like rabbits milk. But nevertheless, I'm happy to have itouch here with me. You complete me. And remember the post I posted on arwah creative? He's still alive! Hehehe. I'm currently hooked to rat on a skateboard. The game soooo fun! So I have the highest score among the 3 stooges. What can I say... I can't stop being awesome and handsome and cute too. That's just me. So I hope everyone can accept me. It's getting darker and darker now. I think I shd go to sleep. Got P.T tmrw somemore. Haissss. Always run like anjing and rabbit. On the lighter note, tmrw is Friday Friday got to get down on Friday! But I won't be booking out tmrw.haii. On my own lighter, I just broke it just now. Now cannot smoke alrdy :( babygirl sleeping alrdyy. So kesian and pretty and cute. Hehe. Goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2044430559123653056?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2044430559123653056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2044430559123653056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2044430559123653056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2044430559123653056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-touch-myself.html' title='I touch myself'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8375461710233774507</id><published>2011-04-11T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:26:25.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppleganger</title><content type='html'>For the past 21 years i've been told that i look like a girl even when serving the nation where my body experience a more muscular change, my face still doesnt change. i always ask myself, am i girl? not yet a woman? all i need is time a moment that is mine. what am i doing inside a woman body? after watching beautiful boxer maybe its time for me to go thailand and get some hormone pills. i can make my own movie. instead of beautiful boxer, ill be beautiful soldiers. i remember playing bowling with my family when i came across this girl who is my younger sisters friend. she's only 8 and she thought that i was my younger sister older sister! wtf! she cant believe that im her brother. But tonight i discover the most shocking news of my life. maybe i dont look like a girl.. maybe some girl looks like me. me! who is macho and handsome and cute not forgetting loveable. after 21 years of confusion and sadness and sorrow inside of me i finally found the light which answers everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill just show pictures&lt;br /&gt;like they said picture paints a thousand word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B71DjtXWCsI/TaHnenY9v7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/sgQ9G2N8HsI/s1600/DSC09699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B71DjtXWCsI/TaHnenY9v7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/sgQ9G2N8HsI/s400/DSC09699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594006725326651314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me and suerya. both looking good right? i so handsome and cute. cant take it...&lt;br /&gt;but the next photo im going to show u is going to change everything! arghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M63k1oQuFS0/TaHoBjCNHJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-CTCJqnXnL4/s1600/25431_1379239888736_1464077846_994313_848203_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M63k1oQuFS0/TaHoBjCNHJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-CTCJqnXnL4/s400/25431_1379239888736_1464077846_994313_848203_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594007325452868754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8375461710233774507?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8375461710233774507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8375461710233774507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8375461710233774507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8375461710233774507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/04/doppleganger.html' title='Doppleganger'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B71DjtXWCsI/TaHnenY9v7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/sgQ9G2N8HsI/s72-c/DSC09699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2245863201633769359</id><published>2011-03-28T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:44:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overpriced durianS!</title><content type='html'>its always a fierce battle between me and my tekak(throat). i always have to give in to my temptations. but i never thought that my tekak wants to eat a $55 worth of durian! beware of durian conmen!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPod touch]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2245863201633769359?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2245863201633769359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2245863201633769359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2245863201633769359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2245863201633769359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/03/overpriced-durians.html' title='overpriced durianS!'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2215536702976011252</id><published>2011-03-25T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:25:50.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Birthday Ever!</title><content type='html'>Birthdays are never a big deal to me before. its just like normal days except its a birthday. you know what i mean? maybe when i was a kid its exciting because u'll get cakes and foods! but as i get older birthdays are just arghhh whatever. but 2 days ago was the best birthday i ever had. haii in one day i can only have one suprise. if too much then i cannot take it. i would like to take this opportunity to thank my lovely girlfriend for the best birthday ever! i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2215536702976011252?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2215536702976011252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2215536702976011252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2215536702976011252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2215536702976011252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-birthday-ever.html' title='Best Birthday Ever!'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-971158052328329060</id><published>2011-03-25T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T03:09:08.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lancao we</title><content type='html'>if there's any word to describe myself, i would say i'm pretty much a straightforward guy and it works both ways. So when someone try to go in to lorong 21 and then lorong 22 and finally to grand link to tell me something, i'll take quite some time to process or better i dont get it at all. see, i think im very innocent or maybe im like katak bawah tempurung(frog under binoculars). so i just learnt a new word which is lancau we. we as in way. so its lancau way. according to my friends, the word lancauway have been in the scene for quite some time now and some even said that the word basi(basil) alrdy. i just got to know recently that lancaowe means talking behind somebody's back. like when ure queuing for example food at changi. then u start talking to ur friend. that makes u a lancaowe because theres someone infront of u and yet ure talking behind him or her. but lancao is basically hokkien word for penis i think. and we or way is just a word? how can a penis and 2 letters combined into a diff meaning. thats how weird the world is. too weird. hmmm. very very weird..&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-971158052328329060?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/971158052328329060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=971158052328329060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/971158052328329060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/971158052328329060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/03/lancao-we.html' title='Lancao we'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5591919229648606744</id><published>2011-03-13T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:09:33.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Marchies!</title><content type='html'>I have a vison&lt;br /&gt;a dream&lt;br /&gt;a goal&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly a plan&lt;br /&gt;a good one.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan&lt;br /&gt;One fine evening, Fayyadh brought his family out for a nice dinner at swensens changi airport. why airport?&lt;br /&gt;because pasir ris and airport so near and my dad is a staff there and we can get 10% discount! hehe&lt;br /&gt;so we got there and right away got a table.&lt;br /&gt;ordered wonderful foods &lt;br /&gt;here comes to climax..&lt;br /&gt;everyone thought its just dinner but suddenly a group of unsuspecting victim wearing white and red singing birthday song come to our table with a lighted ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;The Marchies dint expect this to happen&lt;br /&gt;and all of them are very shocked.&lt;br /&gt;so suprised&lt;br /&gt;all of them happy&lt;br /&gt;after eating the cake&lt;br /&gt;pass them the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;everyone go back a happy man&lt;br /&gt;but the truth....&lt;br /&gt;always hurt.&lt;br /&gt;here's what happened&lt;br /&gt;everyone was in the car.&lt;br /&gt;papa asked where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;i told him airport. then he mengamuk!&lt;br /&gt;what!&lt;br /&gt;airport!&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;everyday i at airport!&lt;br /&gt;u want me to go airport again!&lt;br /&gt;then i told him the truth.&lt;br /&gt;actually pa...&lt;br /&gt;ive ordered birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;to suprise everyone &lt;br /&gt;and the cake is already there.&lt;br /&gt;so suprise element gone!&lt;br /&gt;we went there.&lt;br /&gt;the queue was super longggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached the front.&lt;br /&gt;three families from the back passed us just because we have large numbers.&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;the mood all gone ah.&lt;br /&gt;so we were seated.&lt;br /&gt;everyone ordered food.&lt;br /&gt;everything looks fine.&lt;br /&gt;i asked the manager whether we are fit to go for the birthday promotion deal.&lt;br /&gt;no cannot!&lt;br /&gt;birthdate must be exact.&lt;br /&gt;wth are we celebrating our birthdays there for!&lt;br /&gt;so nehmind&lt;br /&gt;after makan.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;can we have our cake and 9 candles please&lt;br /&gt;and yes birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;so they just gave us the cake like that&lt;br /&gt;light it on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;we stared at each other. &lt;br /&gt;haii.&lt;br /&gt;everything went wrong..&lt;br /&gt;so sad&lt;br /&gt;bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5591919229648606744?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5591919229648606744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5591919229648606744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5591919229648606744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5591919229648606744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-marchies.html' title='Happy birthday Marchies!'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-942934594840384695</id><published>2011-03-12T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T03:53:46.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Galore!</title><content type='html'>Nothing beats eating pizza when your stomach starts to growl. i've always love pizzas. I thank the italians for having created the most wonderful edible thing to the world. but today i dont think i can stand looking at pizzas anymore. Just by looking at it can make me puke. Just by thinking of it i can not live with food for 10 days. just now was syafa's birthday. they ordered 6 large pizzas. i ate alot of pizza i think i can cry. but i personally love the vegetarian pizza alot! i think because there's mushroom. my baby look so pretty today. haii. so pretty... being a vegeterian is not that bad. now vegetarian have alot of varieties of food. they got fake meat! fake chicken fake pork fake fish. maybe most of them are fake. there's alot of benefit of being one. u can lose weight! i never been this tired before... i dint do anything much today but i feel like i just ran 21km. Maybe because i'm mentally drained. growing up sucks because u have to talk alot abt grown up stuff. i think my limit is only for 5 min. i had a long adult talk with pak busu just until i think my brain stops functioning already. i think i have to sleep to charge those pump juices back in. goodnighttttttttttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-942934594840384695?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/942934594840384695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=942934594840384695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/942934594840384695'/><link rel='self' 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2006 marks the date where i i met creative..&lt;br /&gt;it was love at 10th sight...&lt;br /&gt;at first glance i see like hmmm ape ni?&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd one mmm sedap pe but actually i nvr look at creative but instead i was looking at some pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;the 3rd glance im still trying to process what is it im looking at&lt;br /&gt;here come the 4th glance, i was trying to take a good look at the creative but the indian owner keep blocking my view&lt;br /&gt;the 5th glance i remembered watching some tamil movie and imagine the owner listening to the creative while fighting a group of bad guys&lt;br /&gt;the 6th glance i became more and more interested, so i ask the owner how much the rice?&lt;br /&gt;the 7th glance i was looking at the owner and he told me $575.37...&lt;br /&gt;the 8th glance i stared at blank space.......&lt;br /&gt;the 9th glance i stared deeper into the outer space&lt;br /&gt;the 9th glance i recalled watching space jam&lt;br /&gt;the 10th glance i was in love for the first time with creative vision m&lt;br /&gt;thats how i met my creative&lt;br /&gt;throughout this 5 years i can say its a love-hate relationship between me and creative.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes rain and sometimes hot&lt;br /&gt;sometimes cat steven cross the road also&lt;br /&gt;A few days back i was at SAFTI MI, i was about to get fresh with creative but............&lt;br /&gt;creative loses all her memory!&lt;br /&gt;i was so angry that i slap her face&lt;br /&gt;dickslap her face&lt;br /&gt;man boob slap her face&lt;br /&gt;i was very disappointed..&lt;br /&gt;but i what i dint know is creative time was up&lt;br /&gt;from amnesia she slowly went into comma&lt;br /&gt;i was so afraid of losing creative&lt;br /&gt;when creative was in comma i offered her kurma hoping that the comma can be turn into kurma u know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;but it dint work&lt;br /&gt;nothing works!&lt;br /&gt;as of today 11/03/11&lt;br /&gt;i declare creative dead&lt;br /&gt;i took her out from the life support....&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever replace u&lt;br /&gt;sobs sobs....&lt;br /&gt;but the good thing is i cant wait to buy itouch!&lt;br /&gt;hehe can play angry birds&lt;br /&gt;angry bebird?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-171295465330824001?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/171295465330824001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=171295465330824001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/171295465330824001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/171295465330824001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/03/arwah-al-creative-bin-vision-m.html' title='Arwah Al-Creative Bin Vision M'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3820889327790246397</id><published>2011-02-14T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:01:54.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Double chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is extreme double chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;its a drink from coffee bean.&lt;br /&gt;whats so special abt this drink?&lt;br /&gt;the word extreme means the concentration of the coffee is stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Right now i feel so restless. i think i can run 42km. i just had extreme double chocolate just now with adib. why i wanted extreme is because it taste more bitter. so it will actually have a dark chocolate taste effect. i love dark chocolate. alot! thats why sometimes i always call sufri. hehehe. i use more force to type on my keyboard now. i think tmrw must send for repairs already. i nvr really believe in the power of caffeine because i can drink a few cans of coffee and still can sleep soundly. thats when i was studying for my exams. burning the midnight oil and with 1 hard pack of nescafe. but now right. i think when i dont want to stay awake. i think i can stay up until 5 am. i think my heart rate is faster. maybe they put tongkat ali inside my coffee. if a male pornstar drink extreme double chocolate, the duration of his porn video will be 7 hours 28 sec. my hands are shivering i need to slap someone now. i keep sighing. maybe i need to do something. i dont know what i should do. i feel so strong now. i feel like i can overcome everything. give me the mount everest and ill plant my fayyadh flag at the peak. give me the ocean and ill create a new human shark breed. give me more coffee and i think ill conquer the world. what if i slap myself?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll feel better. i just did. one on each side. and theres no improvement except that i feel pain on both my cheeks. dah ah i dont know what to do already. hais. hais hais. maybe i need to be vulgar. eh sial pnye anjing. taik anjing! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. dah lah bye lah sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3820889327790246397?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3820889327790246397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when i play poker, i get very angry because i keep losing.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i don't know what i'm feeling because there's mixed emotions going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;So i usually need to analyse why i feel angry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be angry or sad&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was soooooooooo depressing&lt;br /&gt;i took my class 2A tp&lt;br /&gt;i failed with a total of 30 demerit points&lt;br /&gt;i dint take it so well&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just not good in handling situation like this&lt;br /&gt;but lucky theres my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;she's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i think im not cut out to ride bikes. maybe bicycle can ah&lt;br /&gt;i took my tp for class 2b for 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the feeling when u take the test&lt;br /&gt;sooooo eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;can die&lt;br /&gt;my next test will be one month from now&lt;br /&gt;hope ill blog good stuff by then&lt;br /&gt;byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5077709421049963175?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5077709421049963175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5077709421049963175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5077709421049963175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5077709421049963175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8261865062562721860</id><published>2011-01-29T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T02:20:31.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waste of time</title><content type='html'>having serve the nation for 7 months now, i still don't get what is so good about army. My mind is forever negative. i cant see myself in 5 years time talking abt how i miss my army life. Everything about army is just fucked up. It's true when uncle ben told peter parker that "with great power comes great responsibilities". People will tend to abuse their powers but honestly i think that the rank means nothing. I always thought that i'll make a good leader. This is the "If i was a ____".&lt;br /&gt;i know its no use saying it but i really think i'll be better. not only just a leader. A good son, brother, friend, companion, soldier, boyfriend, husband and dad. but then againnn, i know i havent been able to fulfill any of these at all. im not a good son, brother, friend, companion, soldier, boyfriend, husband and dad. why am i contradicting myself. Sometimes when u're at ur lowest point of life, u dont need anyone to boost u up. u just need time to think and reflect. Maybe i'm just full of myself when i say i can do better. the moral of this entry issss army is such a waste of time! and to think that i still have 517 days to go. hais.bais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8261865062562721860?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8261865062562721860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8261865062562721860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8261865062562721860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8261865062562721860'/><link rel='alternate' 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roles to all our friends. i know im sam wise genji? i dont even know how they spell it. obviously one of the hobbit and on top of that a fat hobbit. and nizam was mr froddo. we used to go to school together. then we called each other by our hobbit name. every path we took was a challenge to us. like we need to cross the bridge. nizam always say that its the bridge of evil lah. got the orang jahat watching us. maybe im not smart enough to understand. but nowwwwww&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;nowwwwww&lt;br /&gt;hehehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;i love lord of the ring!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my 8 year old sister&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;she can understand and feeel the movie at the tender age of 8&lt;br /&gt;and yet me?&lt;br /&gt;i need to be 20 to understand the movie.&lt;br /&gt;i think i dont have a normal IQ&lt;br /&gt;hais&lt;br /&gt;dont take advantage of me girls ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-9181429569684580924</id><published>2010-12-26T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T03:19:28.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aCute agony</title><content type='html'>i hate ulcers&lt;br /&gt;im never a big fan of ulcers before&lt;br /&gt;eeee ulcers&lt;br /&gt;why i hate ulcers?&lt;br /&gt;because pain&lt;br /&gt;so painful&lt;br /&gt;for this past few days ive been suffering with what i shall say by far the most biggest, painfullest, annoying ulcer ever, and having the location just beneath the most left below the upper gum doesnt help at all.&lt;br /&gt;waking up every morning is already a chore&lt;br /&gt;but with an ulcer inside ur mouth&lt;br /&gt;double chore!&lt;br /&gt;chore chibai ah&lt;br /&gt;the pain like cannot describe at all!&lt;br /&gt;i cannot even yawn properly&lt;br /&gt;my left cheek swollen.&lt;br /&gt;i miss yawning freely&lt;br /&gt;hais&lt;br /&gt;i got my magic eight ball&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i asked for it 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;i dont care&lt;br /&gt;i still got it&lt;br /&gt;but if i were to choose between the magic 8 ball and the person who gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;i would chooseeeee&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;let me shake the ball&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the ball says&lt;br /&gt;ill choose the person who gave me the ball&lt;br /&gt;so sweet&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-9181429569684580924?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/9181429569684580924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i got news people&lt;br /&gt;or should i say small ppl&lt;br /&gt;tonight is the night that ive been waiting for all my life&lt;br /&gt;game on people!&lt;br /&gt;tonight!&lt;br /&gt;badminton!&lt;br /&gt;its me againts the small kids!&lt;br /&gt;all of u are going down!&lt;br /&gt;downtown east!&lt;br /&gt;i can see the future&lt;br /&gt;i can see myself running with my badminton racket&lt;br /&gt;with tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;i can see the small kids crying!&lt;br /&gt;crying lightning&lt;br /&gt;me and adib is going to make history&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tonight&lt;br /&gt;i want to warm up by running&lt;br /&gt;but its raining!&lt;br /&gt;ill bring good news to all of u!&lt;br /&gt;happy waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5495436234796359519?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8572974746598245962</id><published>2010-10-27T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T09:08:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemons</title><content type='html'>remember the taxi story? recently theres no problem for me finding taxi. i have a solution to this problem. the newton law as explained by the taxi uncle can be defeated by love. everytime i want to go tohguan or frm tohguan go clementi. i nvr had any problem finding the taxi. the taxi yg find me. hehe. everyone have their own definition of love. like love is abt understanding each other, love is abt trust. love is abt hardcore sex, love is abt giving each other expensive gifts. i dont have a definition for myself. wjhen i think of love, i can only see the person that im in love with. it doesnt sound chim but yet corny. thats right people. im in love. i want tou shout out to the whole world that im in love! i dont think its personal. love is part of feelings too. im so lucky to be in love. taxi drivers everywhere keep finding me. i think i can delete the taxi post alrdy. nothing comes easy.&lt;br /&gt;last sunday i wen to org kahwin( ppl marry) i was fascinated by the kuda kepang show. that got me thinking if i kahwin(marry) one day, i want real horses! and instead of bike convoy, i want to make a marathon run. provided im still in shape. haha. later go up pelamin sweaty like shark swimming for hours. ill make the horse eat glasses, jump through fire loops and whip the horse! u like that horsy baby? then ppl come my wedding can bet on the horses. hehe. later all the bookie also can come. bookie lah puki pon can, bookiework can join the fun too. this is my first time blogging on my phone. i cant see what i type, so i think got alot of typo error. i want to sleep ah. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2080218547163385824</id><published>2010-10-24T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T03:40:22.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad life</title><content type='html'>you know the feeling when u want something so bad and u went all out for it but in the end u dint get it?&lt;br /&gt;that always happen to me&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but im sick of getting disappointed all the time&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve this&lt;br /&gt;why me why!&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is a sign to tell that im fucked up&lt;br /&gt;i dont deserve anything good&lt;br /&gt;im a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;what the hell im doing here&lt;br /&gt;i dont belong here&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;mum told me they got digital weighing scale at expo&lt;br /&gt;and its on sale!&lt;br /&gt;halfprice&lt;br /&gt;so i went all the way there&lt;br /&gt;from PASIR RIS SOMEMORE!&lt;br /&gt;PASIR RIS TO EXPO IS LIKE FROM TAMPINES TO ONE STOP AFTER EXPO!&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;when i reached expo it took me nearly 1 hr to search for that place.&lt;br /&gt;when i  finally found the place, i wanted to pay by nets since i got no cashhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;but they dont accept nets!&lt;br /&gt;so i asked them wheres the nearest atm?&lt;br /&gt;they told me its outside but they are closing already!&lt;br /&gt;so they waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;i had to get in line to draw cash&lt;br /&gt;when its my turn to use the atm&lt;br /&gt;the atm got no more money!&lt;br /&gt;can go crazy ok&lt;br /&gt;so i make my way to the mrt station for the atm&lt;br /&gt;no cash jgk&lt;br /&gt;this is the life ah&lt;br /&gt;i was so sad&lt;br /&gt;really really sad&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i can come back tmrw&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the point&lt;br /&gt;i came all the way frm PASIR RIS!&lt;br /&gt;haii whatever ah.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont mind going to toh guan from pasir ris&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;i always go there for the good honey&lt;br /&gt;top quality&lt;br /&gt;so sweet&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;hehe bye! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2080218547163385824?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2080218547163385824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2080218547163385824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2080218547163385824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2080218547163385824'/><link rel='alternate' 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a she&lt;br /&gt;if he's a she then it would be wrong because hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;i think she would be better&lt;br /&gt;so she dah arwah means engwah&lt;br /&gt;engwah bulaaan......&lt;br /&gt;let me do the honour of naming her now&lt;br /&gt;jeans...&lt;br /&gt;if u are reading this,please remember ur name by hard so i can call ur name out in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;after 5 hours of hard thinking&lt;br /&gt;i think i should call her brownie.....&lt;br /&gt;arwah brownie&lt;br /&gt;i miss u so much&lt;br /&gt;haiiiii&lt;br /&gt;there was one time where i had an accident with brownie.&lt;br /&gt;brownie saved my life&lt;br /&gt;if it wasnt for brownie i think i may not be able to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;i had an accident on my bike one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;brownie sacrificed herself and saved me&lt;br /&gt;i was so touched until i cry because very painful.&lt;br /&gt;i mean the the wounds and because my arm very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;i went to bali recently.&lt;br /&gt;i wore her to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;then my mum told me&lt;br /&gt;fayyadh.... its time u let go... do the right thing..&lt;br /&gt;i dint want to do it&lt;br /&gt;i know im not going to do it&lt;br /&gt;but i left her in bali!&lt;br /&gt;haii.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she can find a better owner.&lt;br /&gt;lets all hope that brownie is in a happy place right now&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4189816407288891037?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4189816407288891037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4189816407288891037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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paddlepop rainbow&lt;br /&gt;okay first of all the price is 80cents!&lt;br /&gt;not 70cents but yes 80cents!&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked and nearly got heart attack&lt;br /&gt;but lucky i was in defense mode so i dint suffer the attack.&lt;br /&gt;so 80cents&lt;br /&gt;whatever right&lt;br /&gt;i try to find the ice cream&lt;br /&gt;i find and find and find and find i dont know i find how many times&lt;br /&gt;haiii&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream dont have!&lt;br /&gt;all the new ice cream like magnum gold dah replace the old ice creams&lt;br /&gt;but i never lose hope&lt;br /&gt;i make my way to the nearest minimart&lt;br /&gt;but my hope went down the drain when i got the same result.&lt;br /&gt;this is the exact same thing as my taxi theory!&lt;br /&gt;when u want paddlepop,paddlepop finish&lt;br /&gt;when u dont want paddlepop got alot of paddlepop&lt;br /&gt;FML x20&lt;br /&gt;now i want honey flavoured ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;but i need to wait so i can get that ice cream&lt;br /&gt;haiiiii&lt;br /&gt;its ok&lt;br /&gt;i shall be chill abt it&lt;br /&gt;u know me&lt;br /&gt;so chill&lt;br /&gt;but ice cream can make me chiller!&lt;br /&gt;haii&lt;br /&gt;nvm keep chill there!&lt;br /&gt;so im booking in tonight&lt;br /&gt;whats new right&lt;br /&gt;ok lah bye everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4658090679860539659?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4658090679860539659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4658090679860539659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/4658090679860539659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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watching soccer like them too&lt;br /&gt;but haii&lt;br /&gt;tmrw book in already&lt;br /&gt;i rather play with my own balls rather then watching soccer&lt;br /&gt;i get to play with 2 balls somemore&lt;br /&gt;but i think its a good thing that i dont watch soccer&lt;br /&gt;my future wife will love me for that&lt;br /&gt;because i dont need to wake up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;and ask her to accompany me watch soccer&lt;br /&gt;and she no need to tolerate the noise that i make while watching soccer&lt;br /&gt;unlesss she watch soccer&lt;br /&gt;abes ah&lt;br /&gt;ok lah bye for real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-1335123719988206767?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/1335123719988206767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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Rhapsody</title><content type='html'>if theres an award for song of the century&lt;br /&gt;the award will probably go to bohemian rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics so very hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;so brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really understand the meaning behind the song&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what freddie mercury is thinking when he wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;gay people are so fucked up&lt;br /&gt;but they make good music.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need a dick up my arse so i can be as good as them&lt;br /&gt;wth am i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;im still straight&lt;br /&gt;so straight.&lt;br /&gt;im listening to nsync right now&lt;br /&gt;and i realise one of their member is gay&lt;br /&gt;and justin timberlake looks gay too but i know he's not&lt;br /&gt;so maybe being gay isnt that bad&lt;br /&gt;anywayy i think i need to get paddlepop tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;the weather nowadays so naughty&lt;br /&gt;always make me wet&lt;br /&gt;very wet&lt;br /&gt;u like that?&lt;br /&gt;pap pap...&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;so its nice to have paddlepop in this naughty weather&lt;br /&gt;i like paddlepop alot&lt;br /&gt;better than those expensive ice cream like haagen das, ben and jerry, tom and jerry, jerry springfield, magnum gold.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why the price so expensive&lt;br /&gt;but im quite angry now&lt;br /&gt;last time paddlepop 60 cents&lt;br /&gt;now 70 cents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;FML x10&lt;br /&gt;but the paddlepop that im talking abt is no ordinary paddlepop&lt;br /&gt;its the mighty rainbow paddlepop!&lt;br /&gt;someone told me rainbow paddlepop is butterscotch flavour&lt;br /&gt;but i know its not butterscotch&lt;br /&gt;im a fan of paddlepop since forever&lt;br /&gt;i shall buy it tmrw&lt;br /&gt;but 70 cents......&lt;br /&gt;hai&lt;br /&gt;i have to do this...&lt;br /&gt;but other than paddlepop rainbow&lt;br /&gt;i like mat kool also.&lt;br /&gt;from the ice cream that i like&lt;br /&gt;i can conclude that i like simplicity&lt;br /&gt;i dont go for high standard&lt;br /&gt;its the trust that i have in the ice cream that makes me love them alot&lt;br /&gt;my aircon so merepek&lt;br /&gt;so hot&lt;br /&gt;ade aircon pon tk guna&lt;br /&gt;ac mizal lagi bagus&lt;br /&gt;ok lah bye everyone&lt;br /&gt;all of u looking hot tonight&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4350702543063436231?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/4350702543063436231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=4350702543063436231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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can cry to anything thats very touching&lt;br /&gt;i even cried watching toy story 3!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so emotional&lt;br /&gt;boi_emoticon&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what we see on the movie does it really happen in real life?&lt;br /&gt;everything got happy ending&lt;br /&gt;then i always cry&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;if sad ending also abes&lt;br /&gt;like niagra falls&lt;br /&gt;its so nice to be in love&lt;br /&gt;listen to love songs&lt;br /&gt;watch love movies&lt;br /&gt;writing love poems&lt;br /&gt;composing love songs&lt;br /&gt;and maybe indulge myself with sweet honey!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;they say real men dont shed tears but i beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;maybe beg on the streets&lt;br /&gt;to tell everyone this is not true&lt;br /&gt;unless somewhere deep inside of me lies a woman&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just an emotional man who needs alot of attention and love!&lt;br /&gt;that sounds desperate&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;no lah im still so chill&lt;br /&gt;i miss being a civilian&lt;br /&gt;haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;its late&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i need this sleep&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world&lt;br /&gt;tmrw will be a better day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5573670143185190460?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5573670143185190460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5573670143185190460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5573670143185190460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5573670143185190460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-movies.html' title='love movies'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5904589428492744340</id><published>2010-10-10T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:35:49.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the taxi story</title><content type='html'>let me tell u a story&lt;br /&gt;to be precise a lifestory&lt;br /&gt;u can use this story to relate with ur life ur help others with their life&lt;br /&gt;but im sure most of us can relate with the story that im about to share.&lt;br /&gt;this story may sound cliche&lt;br /&gt;or maybe this story is from the movie click starring adam sandler&lt;br /&gt;or maybe this is just an illusion&lt;br /&gt;ill leave it up to u to decide&lt;br /&gt;whats important is u get what im trying to say&lt;br /&gt;here goes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you want taxi.......&lt;br /&gt;taxi dont want you........&lt;br /&gt;when you dont want taxi.......&lt;br /&gt;taxi everywhere around you......&lt;br /&gt;when you are desperate to find a taxi......&lt;br /&gt;taxi dont want you and heavy rain come find you....&lt;br /&gt;when you are so chill and you dont want taxi....&lt;br /&gt;taxi all around you and weather hot like crazy......&lt;br /&gt;when you are desperate like the eagles to find a taxi.....&lt;br /&gt;taxi dont want you, heavy rain come find you and shelter all run away from you....&lt;br /&gt;when you are so chill, you dont want taxi and you dont want shelter...&lt;br /&gt;taxi all around you, weather so hot and you got shieldtox instead......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people may find this story crap&lt;br /&gt;but im telling u this is no bullshit&lt;br /&gt;this is the shit!&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy im back from bali!&lt;br /&gt;i had fun there in bali&lt;br /&gt;but now im back in singapore&lt;br /&gt;im going back to camp tonight&lt;br /&gt;life sucks again&lt;br /&gt;haiiii&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5904589428492744340?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5904589428492744340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5904589428492744340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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be thicker&lt;br /&gt;but i like lemon barley&lt;br /&gt;its better than barley drink&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go bali next monday!&lt;br /&gt;let me think what i can do there....&lt;br /&gt;i thought of disguising to be one of the kuta cowboys&lt;br /&gt;just buy a cowboy hat and boots.&lt;br /&gt;i wear the cowboy hat and boots and ill just stand there with my underwear on&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting shades.&lt;br /&gt;sexy kuta cowboy&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;then can attract mat salleh.&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to learn how to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;the sound is so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;beautiful like the bapok in changi&lt;br /&gt;some of them really pretty&lt;br /&gt;am i attracted to them?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im one of the?&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is a sign.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;train is coming train is coming train is cominggggggg!&lt;br /&gt;since now ive been taking alot of public transport&lt;br /&gt;especially the train to and fro clementi&lt;br /&gt;i always hear the train is coming song&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so funny&lt;br /&gt;but nice&lt;br /&gt;i always sing along&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;hope we can sing along one day&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3311459838203807630?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3311459838203807630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3311459838203807630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3311459838203807630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3311459838203807630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/10/bali.html' title='Bali!'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5732793261033568864</id><published>2010-10-01T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:24:18.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digestive cookies</title><content type='html'>whats the purpose of digestive cookies?&lt;br /&gt;do people eat them for breakfast where they need to rush to work after eating.&lt;br /&gt;but after eating they need to standby toilet&lt;br /&gt;so i dont think its something u want to eat for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;so do they eat them during lunch?&lt;br /&gt;still need to be somewhere near the toilet&lt;br /&gt;dinner?&lt;br /&gt;ok lah can&lt;br /&gt;but i think a good time to eat digestive cookies is when ure in love!&lt;br /&gt;especially dark chocolate flavoured digestive cookies.&lt;br /&gt;during field camp, there was digestive cookies for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i had it once and i refuse to take it again.&lt;br /&gt;my shit was at the end of my butthole&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait to get out.&lt;br /&gt;if u see the place to shit&lt;br /&gt;i think the shit can go all the way back up to ur mouth and become the digestive cookies again.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;im down with fever&lt;br /&gt;maybe saturday night fever.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go bali next week!&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get out of the enviroment that im in now&lt;br /&gt;im sick of seeing the trees grass and everything thats green&lt;br /&gt;the phrase "the grass is always greener on the other side" is useless for us army boys.&lt;br /&gt;everything is green&lt;br /&gt;we would like to have a diff colour for a change please&lt;br /&gt;like the brown sandy beach&lt;br /&gt;or the blue sea water and blue sky&lt;br /&gt;plus rainbow bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i love all of u!&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5732793261033568864?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5732793261033568864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5732793261033568864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5732793261033568864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5732793261033568864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/10/digestive-cookies.html' title='digestive cookies'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-6567591775026337605</id><published>2010-09-26T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:36:35.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the return of the king</title><content type='html'>What have i been missing out?&lt;br /&gt;i think quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;firstly selamat hari raya to all of u!&lt;br /&gt;i know im a bit late&lt;br /&gt;but its still hari raya!&lt;br /&gt;now mentang2 i botak and look like abg2 already&lt;br /&gt;ppl dont want to give me.&lt;br /&gt;haii.&lt;br /&gt;my pay only $420 a month.&lt;br /&gt;the frustrating part is my elder sister keeps getting duit raya!&lt;br /&gt;stress ah!&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.. i know that its not about the money&lt;br /&gt;its about seeking forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;so i want to ask for forgiveness from the people i know and the people that i may not know but they know me and the ppl i know them but they dont know me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for any vulgarities or any form of kutuk. how to say kutuk in english. hmmmmmmmmm. wait let me think. kutuk is frog but u change the O to U. so its frug. ok? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;whats new with me?&lt;br /&gt;now im posted to clementi camp&lt;br /&gt;do u know where is clementi?&lt;br /&gt;do u know where i stay?&lt;br /&gt;pasir ris!&lt;br /&gt;haiiizZzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;i think now i treasure my weekdays more.&lt;br /&gt;i have an exam tmrw&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to study.&lt;br /&gt;ns is sucking my life away&lt;br /&gt;i missed out alot of things and ppl&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for ord&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i just started.&lt;br /&gt;haiii&lt;br /&gt;i have to blog more often&lt;br /&gt;or i'll go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye everyone&lt;br /&gt;dont worry about me&lt;br /&gt;im always good&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-6567591775026337605?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/6567591775026337605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=6567591775026337605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6567591775026337605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6567591775026337605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/09/return-of-king.html' title='the return of the king'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-1259952994849762490</id><published>2010-06-28T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:04:18.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye everyone</title><content type='html'>if im not back again this time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;carry on carry on&lt;br /&gt;as if nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;take care everyone&lt;br /&gt;later i miss my adik&lt;br /&gt;hai... &lt;br /&gt;byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2359121357567860500</id><published>2010-06-23T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T03:32:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nutshell</title><content type='html'>so i bought the karate kid dvd just now&lt;br /&gt;and i watched it&lt;br /&gt;i felt happy because i got to watch it&lt;br /&gt;but halfway through&lt;br /&gt;zZzzZzZ&lt;br /&gt;so expected gila babi&lt;br /&gt;but still i dont know why i had cravings for this movie.&lt;br /&gt;but its all good now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2359121357567860500?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2359121357567860500/comments/default' title='Post 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see the 4th sign?</title><content type='html'>If you have a plan, stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;i dint watch the karate kid todayyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;im left with one more option&lt;br /&gt;my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;im going to JB Bahru not Johor Bieber tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;if theres anything i want to buy there, its a pirated dvd of the karate kid and some of my ns stuff.&lt;br /&gt;just hope that i'll get the dvd before the 4th sign comes&lt;br /&gt;salam manis from jb bahru&lt;br /&gt;byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-141364680095767436?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/141364680095767436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=141364680095767436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/141364680095767436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/141364680095767436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-i-see-4th-sign.html' title='Do i see the 4th sign?'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8651900049298581339</id><published>2010-06-21T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:40:20.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>before you do anything there should be at least 3 signs before triggering your alarm. Let me relate this to my current situation. I've been wanting to watch the karate kid so bad eversince it came out. I dont know why but i think this movie is cool because of jackie chan. some say this movie for children. Thats what my movie buddy said. Thats sign number one people.&lt;br /&gt;So i thought okayy since its for children maybe i can give it a pass.&lt;br /&gt;and then i heard comments from people saying that the karate kid was awesome and its a must watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;thats the second sign already.&lt;br /&gt;This is my mistake. i dint wait until the third sign and did something stupid. i was playing ps3 with arep at his place. when suddenly i felt like watching karate kid. so i ask arep whether he wants to watch karate kid. he said sure. so we checked the timing and the nearest timing was at 9pm. so we rush there in time but.................&lt;br /&gt;9pm slot and the next 2 slots was fully booked. how like that? damn school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;thats the price i must pay for being so impatient and not waiting for the 3rd sign.&lt;br /&gt;So life goes on...&lt;br /&gt;but somehow my craving to watch the karate kid become stronger.&lt;br /&gt;i turn my cravings to online movies.&lt;br /&gt;i find karate kid like crazy but i only found those video that stream slowly then my internet connection sometimes like to disturb me. appear then disappear.&lt;br /&gt;its been 2 days already yet i cannot find karate kid online!&lt;br /&gt;FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML FML.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the 3rd sign and now my bell is ringing like crazy. the ringing sounds like this " go watch karate kid fayyadh go watch karate kid fayyadh go watch karate kid fayyadh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in the 3rd alarm stage. most of the time you'll be in denial. nahh i dont need to watch this crap. fuck it man! and your ego will take over you. For real!&lt;br /&gt;This is the conversation i had with adib just now.&lt;br /&gt;haiyya why cannot copy paste&lt;br /&gt;nvm lah i type&lt;br /&gt;Me:dib aku dari dulu nk tgk karate kid tk dpt carik2&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ said:&lt;br /&gt;gerek sgt ke?&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh said:&lt;br /&gt;ni mcm kau tau craving&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ said:&lt;br /&gt;saba&lt;br /&gt;http://stagevu.com/video/yxmwalepabfv&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh said:&lt;br /&gt;tkleh main&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ said:&lt;br /&gt;boleh la&lt;br /&gt;kau tekan close&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh said:&lt;br /&gt;aku tk boleh&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ said:&lt;br /&gt;die letak ape?&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh said:&lt;br /&gt;tkpe2&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; show kul brape nanti?&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; tk tau&lt;br /&gt; tkpe lah&lt;br /&gt; lain kali je&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt; check la show kul brape&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; lepas aku book out ke&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; kau merepek&lt;br /&gt; by the time da tkde show&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; pukul 7&lt;br /&gt; 8.45&lt;br /&gt; 950&lt;br /&gt; dgn 1130&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; kt mana?&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; dte&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; k&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; kau abes book ticket kul brape?&lt;br /&gt; 12?&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt; aku bayar teros jalan ah&lt;br /&gt; kau ni&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; tkpelah&lt;br /&gt; kalau tkleh tkpe&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahah&lt;br /&gt; kental sia yadh&lt;br /&gt; tgk 845 nye k&lt;br /&gt; biar aku jgn makan on thursday&lt;br /&gt; aku tinggal $40 bucks je sampai friday&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; kau gi makan lah&lt;br /&gt; kesian&lt;br /&gt; makan je&lt;br /&gt; aku ajak makan fish n co&lt;br /&gt; tkleh&lt;br /&gt; makan dgn sedare boleh&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; abeh kate nak makan besar dgn iskandar&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; dia gi isap konek je lah&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; simpang bedok mane ade besar&lt;br /&gt; halal je&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; mkn dgn sedars dorang belanj&lt;br /&gt; ok la&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; aku main2 je&lt;br /&gt; kau jgn amek hati&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; haiiii&lt;br /&gt; oi tgk tk nanti?&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh says:&lt;br /&gt; tkyah ah&lt;br /&gt;DÎBÿ says:&lt;br /&gt; aku tau kau nak kan?&lt;br /&gt; aku anithing&lt;br /&gt; lepas gi ruma zam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lazy to translate. so what im trying to say here. u'll be in denial and ur ego will be bigger. so if u reach the 3rd state. u need to do something abt it or else.&lt;br /&gt;so tonight i got the option of watching the movie alone or wait until tmrw and wait for the 4th sign. i dont know the 4th sign is a good thing or not. but good luck to me. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8651900049298581339?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8651900049298581339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8651900049298581339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8651900049298581339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8651900049298581339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/06/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3878710789752872360</id><published>2010-06-19T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:30:18.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oneweek</title><content type='html'>do you knw whats everybodys dream job?&lt;br /&gt;i think right&lt;br /&gt;almost all of us want to be a sports commentator.&lt;br /&gt;like the ultimate dream job&lt;br /&gt;malibu dream.&lt;br /&gt;the proof is all over facebook.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i go ppl all comment abt soccer, basketball, golf scandal.&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of newspaper and sports channel and sports website.&lt;br /&gt;lose money ah like that.&lt;br /&gt;i can understand maybe some like die hard fan must get it out from their system.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont understand girls nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;why do they need world cup or soccer do gain attention from us men.&lt;br /&gt;so macam pahammm(like understand)&lt;br /&gt;"ohhh spanish menn &lt;/3"&lt;br /&gt;"dont worry spain! u're still my number one team!"&lt;br /&gt;"nehiiiiiiii!!! nigeriaaa nehiiiiiii!"&lt;br /&gt;"i think im going to marry higuain then we can hi main"&lt;br /&gt;"go home lah germany"&lt;br /&gt;this are some quotes from girls that need extra attentions&lt;br /&gt;then from this comments boys will either like or comment.&lt;br /&gt;from there i think the girls can get more attention then maybe they can take it to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;msg at fb after that msg at hp then after that massage each other. rub2 here rub2 there. poke here poke there. moan here moan there. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i think maybe can fall sick&lt;br /&gt;the body feel not nice ah.&lt;br /&gt;just now eat caesar salad then vomit out.&lt;br /&gt;feeling2 jaga diet makan caesar salad.&lt;br /&gt;i got 9 more days.&lt;br /&gt;if u want to make a date with me better book early.&lt;br 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title='oneweek'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2729034053610182584</id><published>2010-06-14T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:57:50.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what fun</title><content type='html'>i miss saying 'changi pe bois?'&lt;br /&gt;now want to say to who?&lt;br /&gt;all go ns already.&lt;br /&gt;when i was still schooling last time&lt;br /&gt;i always look forward to school holidays&lt;br /&gt;i love the school holidays&lt;br /&gt;now i hate the school holidays&lt;br /&gt;those children always spoil everything&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch karate kid just now&lt;br /&gt;on a sundayyy night!&lt;br /&gt;then two slots sold out&lt;br /&gt;take care pe bois&lt;br /&gt;so angry&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;the world cup song so irritating&lt;br /&gt;wakaka eh minah minah tudung zaman sekarang is time for africa!&lt;br /&gt;theres always a major event going on in my life during the world cup&lt;br /&gt;last 8 years i was sitting for my PSLE&lt;br /&gt;last 4 years i was sitting for my O lvl&lt;br /&gt;now im going holiday at tekong for 2 years&lt;br /&gt;how like that&lt;br /&gt;ok lah bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2729034053610182584?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2729034053610182584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2729034053610182584' title='0 Comments'/><link 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soccer.worldcup start already got alot of ppl comment abt worldcup on facebook. last time got honda cup dont want to comment at fb. haii... i dont want to go ns. so merepek. waste time. 2 years. gila babi. i need to prepare myself before i go ns. just now i semangat nk buat schedule to train suma. then i tried doing push up just now. 32 je bois........ then cannot already. like pussy. wear push up bra better. so boringgggg. im so sleepy. but i sleep because im bored. im bored of sleeping. but i need sleep. go ns must wake up so early. i think i want to find countdown widget to install kat my blog. can countdown the days before i serve the nation. more exciting. but i dont know how. im blog stupid. i think ppl commenting abt worldcup makin annoying. got one person say. hey US goalkeeper stop shouting and start saving. like the keeeper can hear like that. might as well tell her sister.....&lt;br /&gt;sister keeper!&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch. i heard can make ppl cry.&lt;br /&gt;i go sleep bagus lah.&lt;br /&gt;3 am already&lt;br /&gt;if i sleep at 4 am&lt;br /&gt;later gwen stefanie come&lt;br /&gt;so scary.&lt;br /&gt;bye babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3572340973645917388?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3572340973645917388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3572340973645917388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3572340973645917388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3572340973645917388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-one-no-oneeeee.html' title='no one no oneeeee'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3714625247277640105</id><published>2010-06-10T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:11:46.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overnight millionaire</title><content type='html'>if i rich kan bagus&lt;br /&gt;can buy anything i want&lt;br /&gt;can go geylang whenever i want&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just reach my first million in poker&lt;br /&gt;i feel like god of gambler&lt;br /&gt;like li nanxing and zoe tay and stephen chow&lt;br /&gt;haii&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep now but my nose stuck one side&lt;br /&gt;can only breathe on the left side&lt;br /&gt;but i think i later use my mouth to breathe ah&lt;br /&gt;like snorkelling at phuket&lt;br /&gt;must put salt so can feeling2 at phuket sea&lt;br /&gt;ok lah i want to play poker then sleep&lt;br /&gt;if i bankrupt then no need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;baa baa black sheep&lt;br /&gt;beep beep beep.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3714625247277640105?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3714625247277640105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3714625247277640105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3714625247277640105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3714625247277640105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/06/overnight-millionaire.html' title='overnight millionaire'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-3630367170137777359</id><published>2010-06-07T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:44:56.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gravity</title><content type='html'>i got dreams&lt;br /&gt;dreams to remember&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh i got dreams&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn to play the guitar after ns&lt;br /&gt;i want to play like john mayer&lt;br /&gt;i got one teka teki(guess jizz)&lt;br /&gt;whats john mayer's fav food?&lt;br /&gt;roti john campur mayernoise!&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry.&lt;br /&gt;facebook is being such a bitch right now&lt;br /&gt;i cant load the page&lt;br /&gt;but whatever ah&lt;br /&gt;facebook also so boring already.&lt;br /&gt;should this week be stay home week to make up for last weeks stay home week which i failed to make it a real stay home week or am i just to weak to stay home this week?&lt;br /&gt;but come to think abt it i have atleast 2 more weeks left to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;stay home nice&lt;br /&gt;go out also nice&lt;br /&gt;how like that..&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to watch the killers with adib tonight but tk jadi then i also so sleepy not enough sleep. everytime not enough sleep. not enough sleep still can sleep late. sometimes we must listen to our body. &lt;br /&gt;i like the thrill of playing poker when big money is at stake.&lt;br /&gt;ive been watching stupid movies lately&lt;br /&gt;ytd i watch 18 year old virgin&lt;br /&gt;can see alot of teteks&lt;br /&gt;but the story so lame&lt;br /&gt;then just now i watch extreme movie&lt;br /&gt;that one lagi mengarut&lt;br /&gt;got less teteks and the movie lamer&lt;br /&gt;so lameeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;i want to say like terry fox tapi like not nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt he reads my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy baby&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3630367170137777359?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3630367170137777359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3630367170137777359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3630367170137777359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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think i am sleep deprived&lt;br /&gt;my eye like panda&lt;br /&gt;stomach also like panda&lt;br /&gt;everyday eat hello panda&lt;br /&gt;mcm2 propaganda&lt;br /&gt;dah makin byk janda&lt;br /&gt;sentiasa manja.......&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went for the indo fest concert&lt;br /&gt;got 2 band perform&lt;br /&gt;d'masiv and sheila on 7&lt;br /&gt;sometimes sheila majid also have&lt;br /&gt;my final concert before i go holiday at tekong.&lt;br /&gt;so happy!&lt;br /&gt;i got guitar pick from s07 guitarist!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;this morning my friend nazri baru gi holiday at tekong&lt;br /&gt;i hope he enjoy his holiday there&lt;br /&gt;tmrw tof going holiday to tekong&lt;br /&gt;soon it will be my turn&lt;br /&gt;theres no u turn&lt;br /&gt;when ppl die they burn&lt;br /&gt;then they put at urn&lt;br /&gt;and they say its never too late to learn.&lt;br /&gt;sekian thankyou&lt;br /&gt;byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-7558687727630296794</id><published>2010-05-22T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:18:19.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat or sleep?</title><content type='html'>tdo sua boisss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-7558687727630296794?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/7558687727630296794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=7558687727630296794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&amp;&lt;br /&gt;so irritating mcm org gila tapi tk gila sangat tapi perangai dia mcm org gila tapi dia pnye org originally betol cuma dia nk ye ye oh tk betol. agaknye byk dgr lagu pop ye ye. some examples of phrase or sentence that starts with and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &amp; i miss you.................."&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck was that? haha. &lt;br /&gt;some will even add 2 or 3 more and to that&lt;br /&gt;" &amp;&amp; i miss you.................."&lt;br /&gt;so cute siollllllllzZzzz&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can try this with my mum&lt;br /&gt;" And Assalamualaikum mama!"&lt;br /&gt;" And apa khabar?!"&lt;br /&gt;"And-and kaki aku psl duduk bersila lama sgt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry for awhile only&lt;br /&gt;now ok already&lt;br /&gt;whaddupppppppppppzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-4028348484187193157?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5519123733902005814</id><published>2010-05-19T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:42:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduate boisss...</title><content type='html'>after 3 years of fun, time wasting, waste money, go school nvr go lecture, lie to parents, and a bit of hard work, finally ive graduated from tp. im happy to have graduated from tp but at the same time im unsure abt my future. The graduation ceremony was ok only lah. i dont feel the gerekness like how i see other ppls smile in their graduation photo on fb. my class also soo boring. no class bonding. we dont even bother taking a class picture or picture with each other. i also feel like theres no need to take a picture with them. they dont make an impact in my life anyway. i just took pictures with syaf and adib. my 2 brothers. i wanted to take a picture with samad too not zabidi bin samad ah. haha but i dont know where samad go. so the only one i felt was worth sharing my joy with was adib,syaf,sammy but i dint manage to take a picture with him and my family. but anyway congrats to all the tp graduants. so my next chapter of life is serving the nation. i bet everytime i book out i'll complain abt how boring life is in ns. or maybe i wont even have time to blog. i think i need to hire someone to continue this legacy. tmrw work. haiiiiiiii. so lazy. why am i so lazy? is there no cure for this? at this rate i dont think i'll have any gf at all. who wants to be with a lazy handsome guy? or perharps lazy cute guy?&lt;br /&gt;ok lah bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5519123733902005814?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5519123733902005814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5519123733902005814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5519123733902005814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5519123733902005814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduate-boisss.html' title='graduate boisss...'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-6033649715072061958</id><published>2010-05-15T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:44:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i not pretty enough?</title><content type='html'>i find people liking their own updated status so merepek. maybe they lack of attention from their parents. everyday go out dont want to salam(shake hand malay style) parents then go update status and like their own status. so bagus. the correct method to salam is by kissing the right hand of someone older than us or deserve that respect. but nowadays i think budak2(kids2)got influence by wrestling so much that they want to follow their idol. for the case of salam. they follow the rock. since rock always ask "if u semel what the rock is cooking?" then they terbawak2 while salam org tua. they smell their hand instead of kissing. if they just korek pantat(dig the butt), take care bois. MC 2 days 3 nights. no cure. other examples of wrestling idol which influence us alot is stonecold steve austin. many of us will cut botak for the sake of going ns. truth is they follow stonecold hairstyle. then the last one i can think abt is chyna. because of her now got alot of ppl frm china come singapore. anyway i just watched the last song with adib just now. finally ive found a movie which can make me cry. miley cyrus like to make ppl cry. first i watch hannah montana the movie i cry then now i watch the last song pon cry. mampos ah. &lt;br /&gt;T.G.I.S.T.T!&lt;br /&gt;i nvr get the chance to say tgif to everyone because im working on a saturday&lt;br /&gt;haiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;now got new one for me already which is TGISTT&lt;br /&gt;Thank God Its Saturday Twelve Thirty&lt;br /&gt;because saturday i half day.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah tu.&lt;br /&gt;not bad.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-6033649715072061958?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/6033649715072061958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=6033649715072061958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6033649715072061958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/6033649715072061958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-not-pretty-enough.html' title='am i not pretty enough?'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8325793526573289997</id><published>2010-05-13T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:38:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad cum good</title><content type='html'>i had a very long day today. today i angkat 20 pokok, pokok means tree. like sakaijoya? u know? pochahauntaus? haha. i dont know how to spell. the sacred tree where she always talks to.after carrying all the pokok, my hand like want to break. lucky i very fierce. if not i dont think we can finish this work. anyway, i had a bad day at work today. tiring somemore got something happen. i thought my day was ruined. adib left me alone with sufri somemore. haiiiiiiiiiiii! then i got to spend time with sufri. we came up with a new handshake. super chill. then i went over to his house to eat chocolate and play xbox. then we play soccer at sch. thennnn. time to go home. at sufri's car, we were tuning to 987fm "are you stupidd!" but the theme was "are you shrek!" haha. i call and call and call until i get through. i think i got lucky charm. everyday i burn talisman which i got personally from ipman. then i burn. put inside water. then i throw. haha bukan nk minum tau. so i had to immitate shreks voice. but then i cannot. haii. then i told him, i need shreks premiere gala ! because it will mean alot to me since i dont have anymore bamboo stick at home. haii. how to jemur baju. then dj2 bagi chance. so i pass the phone to sufri then lepas tu we won. haha so happy. so the moral of the story is.... dont let anything spoil ur day. even if it suck, it will be okay again later. so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;cheers mate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8325793526573289997?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8325793526573289997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8325793526573289997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8325793526573289997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8325793526573289997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-cum-good.html' title='bad cum good'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-828243374471571800</id><published>2010-05-12T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:36:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boi tak betol</title><content type='html'>haiii after watching the siglap boi slapping siglap girl in the lift. my blood reach boiling point already. so teruk lah. man must respect woman. woman are much more superior than man. eventhough they may appear physically weak. but inside them like hulk hogan. waste 5 min of my life by making me angry. anywaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;i got good news! i think my life becoming better day by day. just now i play bowling. i nvr strike before. i always get 60 plus je for my points. but just now was the end of all those shits. im quite frustrated that i cant shoot the ball straight. like the saying goes. when life gives u lemon,make lemonade! but then kan. if u have lemon je how u want to make lemonade. still must find sugar and water and lemon squeezer. anyway since my ball like to senget2. i try out something new. i curled the ball then terus dah jadi bagus. heehee. so happy. then i strike and my score reach 100 plus original flavour. i need to enjoy while i still can. bye pe bois&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-828243374471571800?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/828243374471571800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=828243374471571800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/828243374471571800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/828243374471571800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/05/boi-tak-betol.html' title='boi tak betol'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8698893217097349311</id><published>2010-05-10T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:48:56.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4D muslim</title><content type='html'>eversince i joined indeco engineers pte ltd. i dont know got pte ltd or not. mcm cool if i add pte ltd. like phua chu kang pte ltd. Anyway i was saying, eversince i joined indeco, i mixed around with alot of old folks. but my best friend is cik kamal bin boon. he always tell me abt singapore politics. everyday politics. everyime he talks abt politics, my eyes like carrying weight, my visions become blurry, my ears starts to shut down, i cant breathe. its that serious. he told me to create an organisation. "Singapore Malay Youth" anyone interested? please give me a call. he also like to preach abt religion. syarahan. this one i think i can handle ah. better than politics.&lt;br /&gt;he always blanja me teh. but i find it funny that he likes to play 4d. he always ask number from me. lepak2 with orang2 tua also not bad. all funny people. got one pakcik, he look like hulk hogan. so fierce and so funny. haha. i think my badminton skills makin better now. my bedminton skills also not bad. hopefully before ns i can trash all the pakciks. i already come up with a to do list before ns. maybe i'll post my checklist the next time. who knows u can help me fulfill all my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;hai tmrw work.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8698893217097349311?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8698893217097349311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8698893217097349311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8698893217097349311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8698893217097349311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/05/4d-muslim.html' title='4D muslim'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-993369788698837149</id><published>2010-05-10T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:59:47.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month from now</title><content type='html'>hi everyone. they say boys will turn to men after they are done with national service. i guess this is another stage of puberty for us boys. the first stage of puberty we all grow hair in alot of different places then now the 2nd stage of puberty we lose our hair on the head. im not looking forward to serve the nation. like waste of time. 2 years can make 2 babies. 2 years can make alot of money. but im wasting 2 years just like that. after i get enlisted i guess it will be the end of me. i'll blog my final post one day before im enlisted. i guess that will be the last. because once i finish ns. it will be 2012. 2012 end of the world. haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. i wont get to marry girl. i wont get to have sex. i wont have little fayyadhs! how now mak kau? training to be soldiers! fight for our landddddehandd! maybe after ns. the way i blog would be diff. later i can post pop loh! suck my lol pop! ord oh! oh hoh! on facebook! haha! cant wait. anyway. i just found out how to attract peoples attention in facebook. just post about soccer or some big match. people will sure comment ur fb. if i have little fayyadh. i'll teach them how to watch soccer. haha! wah monday already. sial pnye kepala arnab. bye lah everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-993369788698837149?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/993369788698837149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=993369788698837149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/993369788698837149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/993369788698837149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-month-from-now.html' title='1 month from now'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8784334120487052946</id><published>2010-05-09T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:59:11.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/fayyadhh" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/fayyadhh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8784334120487052946?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8784334120487052946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=8784334120487052946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8784334120487052946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/8784334120487052946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-5113973701726343355</id><published>2010-04-26T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:42:37.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Son-son of Sidek</title><content type='html'>eversince i started working at my new workplace, my love for badminton has increased tremendously. All the pakcik2 tua there always play badminton every wednesday. then ask me to play with them. when i first main dgn org tua(play badminton with org tua), the org tua label me as badminton pencak silat and kung fu. haha. because i play got mcm2 style. then my friend kembar bods(twin dick)trained me every saturday together with adib(big dick). Our first challenge from kembar bods was to fight againts sec 1 and pri 4 girl. we lost to them like taik lembu. for 3 trainings berturut2. we lost in every game but ofcourse there was a time for miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday 24/03/10 2330 hrs&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadh and adib, both 20, had a fierce battle with nazirah and sharul, both 13 year old, it was by far the most exciting match ever. both team were great but me and adib won with a score of 23-22. we were all smiles after the fierce match. but one of my goals before going ns is to beat up all the pakcik2 tua.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah bye lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5113973701726343355?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5113973701726343355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5113973701726343355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5113973701726343355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5113973701726343355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/04/son-son-of-sidek.html' title='Son-son of Sidek'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-684810426554085673</id><published>2010-04-20T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:43:22.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fateha</title><content type='html'>my grandma just passed away 2 days ago. eventhough she always nag and scold me. shes the only one that im really connected too. now that shes gone, memories of her will always be in my heart. Al-fateha.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga roh nenek ditempatkan di golongan orang-orang yg beriman. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-684810426554085673?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/684810426554085673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=684810426554085673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/684810426554085673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/684810426554085673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/04/al-fateha.html' title='Al-Fateha'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-1740428714852546570</id><published>2010-04-06T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:52:41.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greedy judyy</title><content type='html'>im so sad&lt;br /&gt;im so angry&lt;br /&gt;im soo arghhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;i feel like its the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;the world feels like its the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;im so lost i dont knw what to do&lt;br /&gt;but i know i must keep on fighting because its not the end.&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTING!&lt;br /&gt;actually i lost 500k in a game of poker&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;it felt so real&lt;br /&gt;it took me a long time to win that 500k&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was too greedy&lt;br /&gt;so the moral education&lt;br /&gt;dont gamble&lt;br /&gt;dont be greedy&lt;br /&gt;know ur limits&lt;br /&gt;chehhh&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-1740428714852546570?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/1740428714852546570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=1740428714852546570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1740428714852546570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/1740428714852546570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/04/greedy-judyy.html' title='greedy judyy'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-2733128367547149206</id><published>2010-03-12T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:41:30.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust</title><content type='html'>"Trust is the easiest thing in the world to lose and the hardest thing in the world to get back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-2733128367547149206?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/2733128367547149206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=2733128367547149206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2733128367547149206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/2733128367547149206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/03/trust.html' title='trust'/><author><name>Fayyadh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3565938641284809517.post-8634373900276112182</id><published>2010-03-12T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:13:43.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end</title><content type='html'>hi&lt;br /&gt;i'll be getting my results later&lt;br /&gt;thats what ive heard.&lt;br /&gt;ppl told me its suppose to be ytd&lt;br /&gt;but i wait like bloody mary&lt;br /&gt;then they said tmrw&lt;br /&gt;i think i got seram2 sejuk&lt;br /&gt;because i on aircon then i watching horror movie thats why seram2 sejuk&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got myself a full time job while waiting for ns&lt;br /&gt;working as a building technician&lt;br /&gt;now dah jadi abg2 teki&lt;br /&gt;but the work so tiring&lt;br /&gt;5 and a half day somemore&lt;br /&gt;busy man already.&lt;br /&gt;bye ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-8634373900276112182?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/8634373900276112182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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level eighty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-3485283880337559795?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/3485283880337559795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=3485283880337559795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3485283880337559795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/3485283880337559795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-to-do-when-im-down.html' title='Things to do when im 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lepas tu sedih&lt;br /&gt;anyone know of any website that i can post for my blogg&lt;br /&gt;like imeem&lt;br /&gt;but imeem mcm sial&lt;br /&gt;name merepek pe imeem&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feel the same anymore with this song.&lt;br /&gt;haiiii&lt;br /&gt;baiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3565938641284809517-5372049152212998962?l=hayyadh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayyadh.blogspot.com/feeds/5372049152212998962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3565938641284809517&amp;postID=5372049152212998962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3565938641284809517/posts/default/5372049152212998962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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