<?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-10386050</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:50.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-7822675357647910482</id><published>2009-03-01T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T01:24:31.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The peak and the downfall of my life in 2008</title><content type='html'>The peak and the downfall of my life in 2008, all happened within a month, dated 27/11 till 16/12, the last day i saw her. its abt someone i met, whom i really thought is the one for me, but suddenly left me without a trace. with the help of a dear friend, i already have her new contact but thinking whether to contact her back or not, since shes left me for no fucking reason and leave me in a vulnerable state for some time, i have finally moved on , partially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/11/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met this girl at expo john little, a salesgirl for ANIMAL brand, my eyes could not look away from her,was with hadi azwan &amp; zarifi and azwan bought two shirts from her, i, on the other hand was to afraid to approach her(bolpe kat tekak)&lt;br /&gt;i planned to get her number the next day, cause i actually planned to got to sitex for all the four day the event was held. but unfortunatly,&lt;br /&gt;the next day i returned to john little she wasnt there, was a bit scared that i wouldnt see her again but i believed she might be there the next day,&lt;br /&gt;so i came back and it was on a sat.. she was there, standing like an angel from the heavens, she stands out from the rest, in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;so at that point of time, i was with sharrir, and waiting for my friends to come, we walked around there, than went out, and million thanks to him who made everything possible,i had to put myself together and ask her number, but i was still, too scared. than a few words of encouragement from sharrir, i aprroached her.&lt;br /&gt;i muscled my courage and open a topic with her, i told her i came the other day and my friend bought two shirts from her, but at that point she didnt remember.&lt;br /&gt;so i told her i wanted to get to know her better and i asked her number, she was hesitant because she was working, so she told me and i saved it. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.i missed called her and said thanks, and after that i went out with sharrir and went to the sitex hall as he was finding smth, and less than twenty mins after i left john little, she texted me . i was so happy and excited. so i found out her name was aisyah, funny story cus at the first day i told zariffi than i had a felling her name was aisyah, okayyy.. so we texted till the sunday night, when seh suddenly text me saying smth abt not working at animal anymore dont look for her or smth, and i tot,only two days and this girl is running away? i texted her back but there was no reply, i felt stranged, but i waited .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was working with aizzul at nyp , after everything finished, we ate at mcdonals in nyp. suddenly i recieved a text, saw the name and it was aisyah, my new friend, saying her ppd was low and could not reply all than, my mind and heart lighten abit knowing that she wasnt avoiding me, so we text again and got to know each other more,&lt;br /&gt;after that i headed to work at cck, and suprisingly, she offered to wait for me to end work at eleven as she was nearby at jurong with her friend, i was first exited to meet her for the first time in person, but second scared as i might screw up as i usually didnt know what to talk abt, when she came, i went to the dumpster to smoke, and i just got to know that she smokes too,so on the way back we talked alot and i found out some interesting facts abt us, that actually suprised and amazed me and kept me thinking, could this be the girl? firstly, we both were using the same crumpler two million dollar home both red in colour and her friend was already teasing us abt it, second, i got to know that she was also addicted to viceroy fiters red that is, my favourite brand of ciggs too.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, she browsed my phone looking at my pictures, and a picture of my dream bike, drz400 happened to pop up first and she said, eh my dream bike!,&lt;br /&gt;so i sent her till toa payoh, where she lived . sit ard at the interchange for awhile while i was waiting for the last train to come, than she took the bus 238 back home, and i hopped on the last train home, oh yeah, i got a pencil from her which she took from somewhere, let it be a proof of our new, beautiful friendship, aisyah, thanks for the pencil, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the days past, i got to know more abt her, and at this point of time, im kinda happy i met her, cus i think shes the one. but she has just broken up with her bf, well, i think what we both think are different, as in i treat her as my ' hopefully soon to be gf' but i think she isnt on the same line as me, what i mean is shes just treating us as friends, which is okay as every relationship went thru its friendship stage,than move on, i met her almost everyday, she pick me up from work, i pick her up from work, yeah fair, and i always hopped on the last train cus i sent her to toapayoh int, than headed home, and ya, i gave a a kiss goodbye before i left her =) a few days ago we went town, to me so was was our best day out, it was fun yeah, but come to think of it, everytime i met her i had fun just looking at her eyes, so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat i had a dinner with subway crews at sakura international , before that met her and walked ard town before she decided to meet her friends instead of heading to a kenduri, met her at orchard, sat outside wisma, talked and than walked ard, had preety much fun although it was just like a few hours, than today, hari raya haji, i met her at night near her grands place,at toa payoh too, sat under a block and talked. she was wearing a black kurung, looked so beautiful and sweet. i took a pic of her in that and the image is sure gonna stay for a long time, ever the most beautiful words cant describe what she is to me, a thousand perfect songs combined would describe  only half of what she is to me, im felling it coming back after a long time, that is love. im falling for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw her was on monday, five days without meeting her is like not puffing a cigg for a day. hopefully ill see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she decided to meet me , so i rushed to town after work and met her, after a week not meeting her, i was happy, so we slacked at town as usual as she's a town girl who always slack there, which i used to be like that,&lt;br /&gt;so took the bus back home from town to toapayoh that is than took the last train,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she fetched me from work ysterday and we took bus to town, i had taka coupons worth $60 so i decided to go shop with her, actually two days ago i went ther to take a look but i couldnt decide on anything, than i came back today, got 2&lt;br /&gt;puma shirts, actually thought of getting a pair of vans old skol but i think i have too many shoes at the moment. she wanted a pair too, but nope, the two puma shirts, she liked it i liked it so i got it, it was all kinda in a rush &lt;br /&gt;cus she was gonna meet her friend after that, so i took the train with her toward marina and i dropped at city hall where i met khoi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day went alright until a point where we were heading to taka and she told me she was meeting her friend afterwars, i ask her, why are u leaving me, actually i meant it a joke, than she replied, bye forever, im goin mia,&lt;br /&gt;and i tot to myself for a sec, what if she really did that, i just got to know her and ya im falling for her, but as im optimistic, i took it as a joke and carried on.. on the way to marina, i asked her abt it again and she said the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;im goin mia you wont see me again .. i paused, i felt scared seriously,again i took it a a joke but with a bit of seriousness, so when the train reached city hall, i gave her a kiss on the cheek and alighted, i looked back inside where she was, &lt;br /&gt;she wasnt looking back..i sense smth amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a discussion abt the bbq we fushans were to have the tomorrow and suddenly at nine plus just now at night, i got a msg from her, saying pls dont call or text, i have problems, i was seriously scared and sad, cause, the first reaction/ thought i had was that she was leaving or smth and didnt want me to contact her anymore, that thought stayed for awhile, until the guys cheered me up abit, i wasnt myself, i was thinking abt her all the while since i got the text. i was so stressed up. until at ard one in the morning, when i know she was already at home but not asleep, i replied wanting to know what i did to her till she said it like so serious, my first thought still stay with me, until i got her reply, she said she is having some problems and  dont want to be contacted for the time being for god knows what reason, and she said she'll get back to me once everything is fine, that reply relaxed my brain for awhile since the last few hours, so i let it rest there, but i still have thoughts, i was worried abt her, as im optimistic, i believe that she really has problems and im gonna let her settle , without me ard, cause i trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day i contacted her was on the monday, i was at home just came back from national stadium, spore vs vietnam where spore lost, okay not the point, earlier today i topedup her ppd for her willingly cause i really miss her, so i tot i had the chance to contact her, but when morning arrived, i text her a morning msg and she replied, asking where i am, i was at work at that time but the night before she told me she was accompanying her mummy out the day, so i replied to her i was at work, and ask where she is, she replied she was at home, so i replied again asking waht time will she be leaving home but she didnt reply back.. i waited, but no reply after ard 2 hours, so i texted her opening a new topic abt her new job at starbucks, and she replied this, " u im sory im nt in any mood for the time being,pls.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be alone for the time being.i get back to you once everything is fine.i promise.im sory.bye."  i was at work and my mood totally changed, and i mean total different, then, i had no mood. that was the last text i got from her, pls aisyah, if you could read this, i really treasure you, although we are not yet an item, although its just been awhile, i can really say i love you, aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your the girl in my favourite dream,&lt;br /&gt;please stay cause i wont hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna give you up,&lt;br /&gt;id give up everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;why are you running?  &lt;br /&gt;- quotes from a song intro-ed by her&amp; reminds me of her,  christopher-run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exacly today, a month ago, my eyes stumbled apon an angel. today a month ago was the day i first laid my eyes at her, aisyah.  but one month later, which is today, seems so far away. but today wasnt the first day i talked to her.. actually ya but she didnt know me, two days later  when i mastered up my courage to go and talk to her, tats the day, im sure it dont matter to her at all but i really matters to me, i will forever remember the day i talked to her, cause thats one of my biggest challanges, challanged by myself. i made it through then, but god know if &lt;br /&gt;i'll make it through this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/01/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah Mazlan, Qyshka, if ur reading this, i'd do almost anything just to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures than meant more than a million words,&lt;br 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Went to IT fair with khoi and shahrir. bought a 20" acer monitor, keyboard and gaming controller. than went home. reached home at about 2000 than ate. than went out to meet aizzul and them. met them at wld cc than only to find out that we are actually waiting for our car to come.. lol. okay than sent some of them home than went home at around at 0100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, mornign worked. had a bazzar at SMU than it ended at around eight. khairi syaheed and amirul came to help me. than they helped me pack. lol so good friends. than went to play pool. than yayan went to fetch us at bugis. only me and ali were there. there were aizzul, an, yayan. me ali and asy. went to woodlands sent asy home. then went yishun damp. than sent home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, morning same went to work at SMU than ended at nine. in the afternoon, khairi dropped by my placed. than we went and play pool nearby. lol. than at nine, i sent everything back to peninsular than i made my way to bugis. met ybab,so long never meet. than met ali. than planning to play pool but to many ppl so we didnt play. than took my cardigan frm ybab than me and ali went to wait for car at bugis carpark. than headed to arab street. ordered, than like 20 mins later than food come , but mine didnt. they only took one order . and red got the one. ha. nvm so i cancelled my order than went to fetch an from toa payoh. together with ali . than reached arabstreet again continued for like half n hour to and hour than we went off. sent zahid home, than aizzul. than khairi, red, an, me , ali were left ther. so drove to yishun damp. slacked there, than it was around 0400.  reached home around 0500. than slept till 1100 sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, i woke up at 1100 , washed up, went to amk to eat. reached ome at around 1300 than i continued sleeping till now.which is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 0900. i had a good rest. i feel refreshed. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-6192734318680671437?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/6192734318680671437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=6192734318680671437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/6192734318680671437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/6192734318680671437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/03/060308.html' title='06.03.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-7136681960950777870</id><published>2008-03-09T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:22:13.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04.03.08</title><content type='html'>Goodbye Adosman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sent ados at changi airport T3. reached there late as i t hought it was wed but actually it was tues. so me and khairil went late. reached asy and ali was at popeyes eating . asy was mummbling about how delicious the biscuits were. ha. so after that adosman joined us. unfortunatly, zaf wasnt there. sad thing. we went up and adosman had to leave for his flight at around one plus in the morning. so we bid farewell to him and saw him slowly  walked around till he dissapeared. that was a little sad as he'll he gone for half a year. and we cant get to play matches with him anymore. afterthat. we went to T2 hoping that the NTCU there is open, to buy drinks, than we walked2 there only to found out that it was closed. lol. than went to coffeebean and grabbed a coffee and played cards there till 0200. took the last skytrain back to T3 at 0230 than shoot a video in the skytrain. lol. T3 than we went to cheers and bought drinks . sat outside and sat and drink and smoke and smoke. okay chatted alot. lol. than went to mcdonals. it was laready around 0430 when we sat at mcdonals. we played cards until it was 0700. had our breakfast, than played cards again till it was around 0830. we headed to the bustop at T3 and watied for bus 858. bus came, boarded, than all start sleeping. i woke up ten minutes after the terminal and couldnt sleep anymore. fag. went home bath, than go to work. wah tired sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-7136681960950777870?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/7136681960950777870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-5663523962678310130</id><published>2008-03-02T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:50:24.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01/03/2008</title><content type='html'>Today was rated 9/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly had a soccer match against a former evg senior and his work friends. at jurong. it was raining. but its okay. i scored my first goal for fushan fc . not only one, but two. okay not action. ha. so ater that ate at a nearby coffeeshop and planned to go swimming. in the end cancelled cause only like 5 going so kalis called it off. i went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/8183/image002op6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat on the sofa for five minutes. than i showered and changed. went to follow khoi and his friends to town . reached town, went to lucky plaza to play pool. for like two hours plus. than headed to ngee ann city to chill and smoke . and than made our way to arab street to eat. ate  at zamzam. than we go smoke shisha. lol. from eight plus till eleven and everone was quiet bored so we headed home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/6606/image038ti5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/8527/image034ue1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-5663523962678310130?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-1237129907192956418</id><published>2008-02-24T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:37:22.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.02.08</title><content type='html'>BBQ ( Genami Style )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly would like to thank this people for making this not only work but a hell lot of fun and exciting. Ariff , khairi, Amirul, Fwat , Aizzul , shalihan , kweh huat , weoi shyang , syaheed , khuzaifah , farhan ,fany , leila , irah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started of when we came, a few mins later it rained for like 5 mins. arip and me were playing the sands. than decided to go to 7-11 buy some ice. ended up played pool with khairi and amirul as syaheed khuz and farhan already came. so together with arip watch the things and changed and all. than xiang , huat , fwat and an came. when we came back, all played beach soccer and touch rugby by the beacch except me an huat. gotta prepare the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone came in, the first batch of chicken were ready to be bbq-ed. ha. than went to get some ice, than all started eating already.......................&lt;br /&gt;than came fany and leila. than aizzul and irah....&lt;br /&gt;went off to blade for awhile than back at the pit by 1230&lt;br /&gt;they bbq well to last till around morning at three or four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this session where we all sat around a camp fire and voiced out our opinions about why our team broked up. unfortunatly , the campfirm lasted like less than half an hour but we continued for like two hours before all decided to take a break. but all moved on and played vollyball. that was the best part of the bbq. it was around 2 or 3 am but we were making noise like nobodys business. lol. than when the last game ended, they went off to buy some drinks and ice. sorry the drink supply this time sucked . i was on the phone with her. chatted while waiting for them to return, she was bored. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that , all sat in the bbq pit , had a plate of rice and talked about our sec school like. as some even started their sec schoool life together , like me an khairi fwat mirul.. khuz farhan syaheed.. xiang ariff.. lol.. talked about times from sec 1 till sec 4. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five thirty, khuz mirul syaheed went off to get a bus as they have a training later. me fwat and an have match at nine too later. xiang and huat had course at sentosa later too. took an early bath ,went to mcd for breakfast. xiang and huat went off.. the rest went to return blades than took my dads van to sembawang as we had match there. khairi and arip went down at semb mrt.. than we waited for fushan to come. everyone dozed of whitin 5 mins entering the van. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMORIES OF THIS BBQ WILL LAST FOREVER GUYS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING MY SECONDARY SCHOOL LIFE A MEMORABLE AND A FUN ONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics of the bbq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first came,i saw this on the beach really. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/8578/2202081716cu1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/107/2202081715ad4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigar time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/3774/dsc00278fe7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-1237129907192956418?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/1237129907192956418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=1237129907192956418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/1237129907192956418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/1237129907192956418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/02/220208.html' title='22.02.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-7496899328342932325</id><published>2008-02-24T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:39:04.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24.02.08</title><content type='html'>hey, this week has been one of my best week ever.  i spent more than hundreds of dollars and hundreds of minutes having fun. left with around one month plus till school starts. my posting at dover i will go with it. but i will be waiting for many results of apeals and DAE latest by april. so i will only know my school by then. hopefully gets into poly. pls. with this sat having a bbq is much fun. and i think because its all our boys. but i think that this will be the last outing for us together as a group as many will be seperated when school starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a list of things i bought this week.&lt;br /&gt;- zen 8 gb with leather casing $250&lt;br /&gt;- Audio Technica Headphones FC700 Red $96&lt;br /&gt;- Crumpler 2 million dollar home $69&lt;br /&gt;- Alot of pool and billard&lt;br /&gt;- and lots more minority such as cigerattes. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-7496899328342932325?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/7496899328342932325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=7496899328342932325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/7496899328342932325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/7496899328342932325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/02/240208.html' title='24.02.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-8203304327481204052</id><published>2008-02-20T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T08:25:13.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.02.08</title><content type='html'>Got posted at DOVER - Info Tech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        .&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;     .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream. the dream left a scar and  now i have one wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish i would leave this world before my loved ones' its okay if i leave them, but i cant live without them "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-8203304327481204052?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/8203304327481204052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=8203304327481204052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8203304327481204052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8203304327481204052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/02/200208.html' title='20.02.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-4889223843593769830</id><published>2008-01-30T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:27:47.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30.01.08</title><content type='html'>bored. haven been updated for days. who reads this stuff anyway? passerby-s pls tag as i want to see how many actually come and read my shit.. ha. so currently waiting for melissa's reply. meeting her later i guess. ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at shop and save is not bat after all. not bad at all. ha. i like working there and i think i will continue to work there. ppl there are okay and friendly. &lt;br /&gt;plus, almost everyone there smokes!. yeah. except arip, and the aunties. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olevel results are sick but expected. ha. got 28 . with five credits. thats actually more than what i aimed for. ha. here are my choices ( in order );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info Tech @ Dover&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Engeering @ Dover&lt;br /&gt;Electrical Engeering @ Dover&lt;br /&gt;Nursing @ Ngee ann&lt;br /&gt;Nursing @ NYP&lt;br /&gt;Info Tech @ College east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did direct admissions to republic poly . hoping to go there. as for her. she's already found a place at tp. all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-4889223843593769830?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/4889223843593769830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=4889223843593769830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/4889223843593769830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/4889223843593769830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/01/300108.html' title='30.01.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-55129179726278479</id><published>2008-01-23T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:22:57.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23.01.08</title><content type='html'>Top Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Five Artist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth. A Skylit Drive &lt;br /&gt;4th. All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;Third. Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;Second. Fightstar&lt;br /&gt;First. Dance Gavin Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Five Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FiFth. And I told them i invented times new roman - DGD&lt;br /&gt;Forth. Miserable at Best - Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;tHird. Hey Nightmare, where did you get them teeth? - ASD&lt;br /&gt;Second. Three Cheers for Five Years - Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;FIRST. Remembering Sunday - ATL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Five Albums:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th. So Wrong, It's Right - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;Forth. Voices - Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;3rd. One Day Son, This Will All Be Yours - Fightstar&lt;br /&gt;Second. A Lesson In Romantics&lt;br /&gt;First. Downtown Battle Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Five All Time Favourite Bands :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth. &lt;br /&gt;Fourth.&lt;br /&gt;Fhird. the All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Fecond. Fightstar&lt;br /&gt;First. Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Five Hairstyles: ( haHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th. &lt;br /&gt;4th. Craig from BlessTheFall&lt;br /&gt;3rd. Charlie From Fightstar&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Alex from All Time Low &lt;br /&gt;1st. Derek Sanders from Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard when you have alot of friends but none of them, not even one share the same music with you. like how it is with me, i listen to my kind of music on my own, enjoy it on my own, but most sadly i cant get to share their talented and awsome music sounds with anyone. its really hard. one in every thousand will i find a person who has the same taste as me. Screamo / Hardcore / Post Hardcore / Rock / Experimental / Pop .&lt;br /&gt;Dance Gavin Dance , Fightstar , Mayday Parade, All Time Low, A Skylit Drive, Just Surrender , Matchbook Romance (disband) .. and many more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-55129179726278479?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/55129179726278479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=55129179726278479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/55129179726278479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/55129179726278479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/01/230108.html' title='23.01.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-8233724245202777832</id><published>2008-01-21T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:11:23.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.01.08</title><content type='html'>21.01.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out at around twelve, to dom's. went to jeremy's after that. till six plus. went to cwp. celebrated ben's birthday at eight-eight-three. than went home. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.01.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, spent eighteen house in bed yesterday. wake at two, online till four , watched the tattooist, than went to sleep. nothing to talk about that actually. at night wake up and went online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-8233724245202777832?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/8233724245202777832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=8233724245202777832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8233724245202777832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8233724245202777832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/01/210108.html' title='21.01.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-3930062884953897064</id><published>2008-01-18T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:12:04.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.01.08</title><content type='html'>17.01.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ngee ann poly with dom. walked around till we both find it useless cause nethier of us will be goin there. ha. than headed to cwp. wah the adult fares are a pain in the ass. go out like five bucks gone in the ezlink man. what a waste. anyways, there slacked. than mes and kunny came back than go find them. they bought me a CHOC CAKE. and presented it to be at the sweettalkbubbletea shop there and bow-ed. wth. thats really nice but i kinda feel paiseh lo. ha. than brought the cake here and there than dom wanted to head home so did i, than on the bus i remembered that i planned to eat the cake with mes. ha. so texted her and she said mybe later that night. so went home keep the cake cool and nice. ha. around ten plus mes ask me come down near kun house there. actually cant cause gotta wake my dad up but thought of a fast one. so met them, blew cake and made three wishes. one- pass olevel. two-get a new life. three-disclosed, but she made one wish for me that is to stop smoking, ouh i'm sorry. ha. and the best part was that there was no candles so they took one of my beautiful cigerattes and stuck it in the cake and lit it . wah imaginative. ha. ok so went home wake my dad up than met them again to go to mes house. so took cab there. sit, went to eat outside, ah mei, cheat ppl money. ha. went back to her condo sit along the pool. chatted till six plus than mes and kun went up to sleep and me and ong went to bustop outside. than took the first bus home. slept at nine plus than wake at twelve thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/9466/dsc05102va8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.01.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to friday prayers, than went home changed , bought movie tix [ CLOVERFIELD ], than met ong. waited for awhile before could enter school. missed school. ha. went to hall ,where vollyball was training. met msgan, than play amongs ourself. went to cwp met my bro watched cloverfield. ended went down meet mes ong jo. than sit outside cwp there, they took pics while i was shivering cold from inside the movie theater. ha. than ten plus went home. took bus with mes . met aizzul sit at playground smoke awhile than went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/1061/img3911cd7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/9900/img3950yp3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/5080/1801081917ya4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/4593/1801081918es0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;[ignore this portion, mainly for self-reflection]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i step in the house. hell breaks loose. scoldings and question will fly my way. i'm sick of this. i like being home alone. but thats boring. cause i dont feel happy when im at home with them cause i always get looked down and blamed on. being the youngest , i dont have all the freedom i want. heck. i'll always be the youngest. unless i'm gone. ha. to them, the world would be more peaceful and smooth sailing without me around . ha.&lt;br /&gt;i've enjoyed this past few days. mainly because uh yeah i know why. but i know this is temporary. so gotta make full use of it when it comes. but i dint. ha. till the results comes out, so will &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the question&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-3930062884953897064?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/3930062884953897064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=3930062884953897064' title='0 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born 17 years ago. i celebrated by sitting at the corridor with a slice of cake and a stick of cigeratte. thats all i can afford really. thanks to all those who wish me. bless you back with good results for GCE O LEVELs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-8348047512352053379?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/8348047512352053379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=8348047512352053379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8348047512352053379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8348047512352053379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-party.html' title='17.01.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-8652492763354924362</id><published>2008-01-16T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:15:15.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>16.01.08</title><content type='html'>i will be counting down the days IMPATIENTLY to start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish the phrase, "the irony of dying on your birth day" comes to good use now. totally useless and nothing. for now, i have nothing to life for. only when i get my gce results than i'll plan a new life ahead. a life different from what i used to be. with all those used to be people. and with the goin-to-be people. i know, there's a palce for me somewhere out there. i'm going to live in a world where i listen to my brain, not my heart. not like what i use to live like, cause in the end, it tallys up to nothing.i'm gonna live in a world where i do thing i need, not what i want. i'm gonna learn from my mistakes and not stand up from the rest. dissapointing ya, but i enjoyed it. too bad i gotta throw that lifestyle down the drain, no, throw it in the bin , tie a dead knot and than burn it down. ha. burry it six feet under. come to think of it, it has been " unexplainable, words cannot describe or explain this feeling" for this pass two year that i've came to woo her. dedication takes a life time , but dreams only last for a night. cause this ship is sinking and im thinking im done for, but this feeling isnt the first. i have came across this times before but i handled it quiet well. but for now, i think its best to throw it away. i have no use of it cause .i could dedicate a album to her but it does not mean anything to her. waking up from my dream , this two years of smooth sailing has to come to an end. i'll just rely on the clouds to follow me in my future . keep my eye on the world, towering on your head. i can do whatever i want , like you. i am no masterpiece, but she is. when all i wanted was to see the sunrise with  you. is it typical for things like this to end like this . now i'm hoping to be a little stronger.&lt;u&gt; I'll be fine, i swear. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-8652492763354924362?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/8652492763354924362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=8652492763354924362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8652492763354924362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/8652492763354924362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-be-counting-down-days.html' title='16.01.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-2076063965981736573</id><published>2008-01-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:20:44.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Sunday</title><content type='html'>Remembering Sunday - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forgive me, I'm trying to find. My calling, I'm calling at night&lt;/u&gt;. I don't mean to be a bother,&lt;u&gt;But have you seen this girl?. She's been running through my dreams. And it's driving me crazy, it seems &lt;/u&gt;. I'm going to ask her to marry me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she doesn't believe in love, He's determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies?&lt;/u&gt;. They're filling his gut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces. He pleads though he tries. But he's only denied. Now he's dying to get inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors said she moved away. Funny how it rained all day. &lt;u&gt;I didn't think much of it then. But it's starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds, Are following me in my desperate endeavor, To find my whoever, whoever &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; may be&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; I'm not coming back &lt;/u&gt;(forgive me). I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling,) . But you'd expect that from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind. Keeping an eye on the world, From so many thousands of feet off the ground,&lt;u&gt; I'm over you now . I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Sunday - All Time Low&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-2076063965981736573?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/2076063965981736573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=2076063965981736573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/2076063965981736573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/2076063965981736573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/01/remembering-sunday.html' title='Remembering Sunday'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-3128945902560149395</id><published>2008-01-08T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:16:28.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.01.08</title><content type='html'>i wish i could care less about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could sit at home alone for the rest of my life. but guess what? its fucking boring . than i'll have to go out to have fun. but. i think im useless. no one needs me. in terms of job and friends. wrote like more than 20 fucking  application forms but god knows what they do them. fuck. i rather tyou say no vacancy than let me fill in that bloody fucking form!. motherfuckers. friends. this word seems to not have a meaning on me anymore. it used to be the word i know most cause i usually use them. from what i recall, friends i slack with , have fun, spent time, and all. but now, i seems to be always alone at home, goin out alone downstairs and walking alone. the saddest part is, im fucking smoking alone. fuck that. i use to have a friend when i wanted to smoke, we would meet. ya, just to smoke. now , uh the word friends seems unsual to me.  i feel like a complete loser with no friends and no job. most importantly, no life!. fucking fuck. i sit alone at home infront of this fucked up comp and wait for ppl to ask me out. and guess what? after i check back after some time, no one pmed me. what the fucking hell. am i that unnoticeable and useless!?! i dont know why this is happening.. mybe because i had been a fucking friend to god knows who in the past , and mybe its my turn? or is this just a test from above thats wants me to be patient? whatever it is, i'll just go with the flow and let nature takes it course. what about a girl? erm.. no way.. still sticking to this one mary jane watson i know. but she seems to like fucking still have no fucking idea. even after the letter. i donno but that isnt gonna change . not for now. until she at least have a full idea that im woo-ing her or until a good guy comes to her rescue. jsut wish the best for her. and i fucking miss her this holidays. shes so busy but i so bored. i just hope when results collect, that wont be our last please.  &lt;br /&gt;i almost hung up my line. cause i didnt wanna get call from people since im quiet usless and ppl would only text or call me when they have no choice. but than, instead, i upgraded my line. what the fucking fuck. guess i'll make the calls. no i wont. i wont the the guy who calls others asking wanna slack? no im sick of that cause most of the times i call, they will ya anything. but never. some even beter i come to slack sit like 3 fucking mins and they go off. what the fucking hell bitch? easy enough just say not slacking or smtg . or even say no they dont like me, im fine with that but making a fool outta me? your crossed the line you sick, shit senseless , motherfucking bastards. so the next time you take out your phone and dial my number, think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-3128945902560149395?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/3128945902560149395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=3128945902560149395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/3128945902560149395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/3128945902560149395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish-i-could-care-less-about.html' title='08.01.08'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-3512110535259058030</id><published>2007-12-08T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:17:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.12.07</title><content type='html'>I Fucking missed you. and all i did was nothing. i fucking missed you and when we met , i fucking did nothing..(M) thats how its suppose to be i guess.. than let it be like that.. and hopefully the next time we meet is when we collect our results and again hopefully after that we'll go our seperate ways and (G) never to see eah other again.. hows that? but i'll fucking miss you cause your my second addiction.. (C)but hopefully things work out well.. what ever happens for a reason.. just like everything else.. though its kinda hard to explain why.. just accept it.. if its not meant to be than so be it.. if its not meant to even be friends.. than so be it too.. (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-3512110535259058030?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/3512110535259058030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=3512110535259058030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/3512110535259058030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/3512110535259058030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-fucking-missed-you.html' title='08.12.07'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-4909800044064912598</id><published>2007-11-15T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:17:57.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15.11.07</title><content type='html'>Jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting tougher. everyones drifting apart. cause of work.&lt;br /&gt;ya i mentioned when i get work i wanna life an annoynmous life for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;but now's to early. even lepak is very hard. &lt;br /&gt;time changes i guess.&lt;br /&gt;some already have jobs and very difficult for them to come down and slack anymore.&lt;br /&gt;while we still can we should before things get to a maximum busy.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-4909800044064912598?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/4909800044064912598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=4909800044064912598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/4909800044064912598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/4909800044064912598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2007/11/jobs.html' title='15.11.07'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-1923003715014401516</id><published>2007-11-13T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:18:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13.11.07</title><content type='html'>Fucking hard to find jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places of interest to work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Coffee bean&lt;br /&gt;TopMan&lt;br /&gt;HMV&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;ADIDAS.&lt;br /&gt;Levis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the capital letters places are impossible.&lt;br /&gt;give me a place to work than settle down.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to live in a world of my own.&lt;br /&gt;be annoymous and start a new social life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-1923003715014401516?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/1923003715014401516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=1923003715014401516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/1923003715014401516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/1923003715014401516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2007/11/fucking-hard-to-find-jobs.html' title='13.11.07'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10386050.post-113072265018337750</id><published>2005-10-30T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:17:06.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2E5 Seperated</title><content type='html'>Sad to say 2E5 is seperated.. But on 15 Nov.. e class list will be out.. Hopefully everything i expected  will come true..if not every.. at least some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arip,Aizzul,Shalihan,Ifwat,Amirul,Khuzaifah,Syaheed,Fazdly, Ridzwan,Sharina,Salihah, &lt;br /&gt;Woei Shyang,Jun Yong,Xin hui,Jessie,Wen Kun,Ben,Boon Kiat,He Xing,Garvin,Eric Sim,Wei Bin,Roysten,Jie Sheng,Li wei,Hui Yen,Vinessa,Pei ling,Hui Yi, mFremen,Jeremy,Sze Son,Boon Khai,Syazwani Ayam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would not be as Great Without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E5 is now HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**SEPERATED**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10386050-113072265018337750?l=khaiddin17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/feeds/113072265018337750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10386050&amp;postID=113072265018337750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/113072265018337750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10386050/posts/default/113072265018337750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khaiddin17.blogspot.com/2005/10/2e5-seperated.html' title='2E5 Seperated'/><author><name>kHaidDiN 17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11028398325559489161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTu4z5P4xfg/SPyfuwzfo_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KazatNhBjMo/S220/04-02-08_1237.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
