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Proclaimation


My name is Haikal. You can call me Haikal.The picture say it all. I am a happy goober. :)
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date: Wednesday, November 12, 2008
title: All in a PlayDay
time: 11:39 PM

Okay, while I was writing this post, I was in my sarong. Yeah I know, sounds cool right??..but still wear boxers for security reasons. Anyways, back to the topic. I was sitting in my sarong and eating my mom famous fried chicken. Toe lickin' good man. Then i think to my self, "I am such a pig!!"

The story goes that today, I had McChicken for breakfast at McDonald. After all the other members of my clan came, we head over to Dallas for some chicken and fries. OMG! Delish. The fried chicken tasted so good. Imagine crispy skins which just screams "EAT ME". I wasn't feeling that guilty though as I ate the fries but with no salt. Healthier choice*winks. And also a coke light to go*Double Winks.

So, What the moral of the story? None i tell you. Maybe don't eat to much chicken in one day. I had to go to the toilet as soon as i got home. Oh my mother(Oh mak kau)!. The toilet smells like a rotten potato salad from canteen W*(shall not say it for confidential purposes) at school. Okay, shall stop here. I wanna continue my journey of finishing my chickens.(Moans)



A small note. To Mr Faci Wet-Hair-All-The-Time, I just wanna say that we don't hate you because you are just to mean. Can I just say that you are mean because we hate you. Try giving some As for god sake. We will love you then. But for now, you can clap and call my name all you want. Cause I so don't freaking Care!