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My name is Haikal. You can call me Haikal.The picture say it all. I am a happy goober. :)
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date: Tuesday, October 20, 2009
title: What will my mama do
time: 7:28 AM

Ohoh oh oh!

My best friends should know who my crush is. What will my mama do? Ohoh oh oh?.......hahaha....

I heard the best cover of this song on youtube. Search for it. Its by Laura Broad. She is fcuking amazing.

So what happened this few days? Wanna know?

I will be babysitting three nephew and niece. My mom was suppose to take care of them but I helped t. Its fun. But i think its a little too tiring for my mom. How busy I am? Damn, skipped school today to make pancakes and infant cereals for them. Sheesh! During my time, we have to make our own milk and food.*WINKS*

Finally met Ira. She is getting hotter, I think.*I know you want me*

I haven't seen my crush for a very long time in the bus. HAHAHA.

And finally I am still waiting for a post about me on Mark's blog.*Do better indian dance than Mark's Jai Ho*

Ohoh oh oh!




date: Thursday, October 15, 2009
title: I bet it will get better in time...I hope
time: 7:01 PM

As I sat aside the window of the bus and listening to Halo by Beyonce, I was struck about lots of thought. Where are my friends? The ones I used to know? People want to see the serious part of me. You asked for it. So I wrote just a little some some.

Confusion. Pain. Unanswered questions. These are only some of what we face when a friend turns their back on us.

Friends,
not someone for rent. Rent when happy then its good bye friends.
Friends,
not a tissue paper. You cried, confessed then throw it away.
Friends,
not a dummy, set to sit alone.
Friends,
very versatile but the adjective used to describe is for too many things.

Best friends, good friends, childhood friends.
What are the meaning? Sincerity? or just afraid to lose or giving in?

Do remember friends, like any other love, friendship can be lost too. When that happen, we often lose a part of ourselves that can never be recovered back.Our path is bumpy enough without trying to walk it in the dark. So is friendship. Friendship is a very special thing, fragile at times, easily broken, and not so easy to mend.

Everyone needs someone. Someone who will accept them, listen to them and let them know they are not alone. What of those who have no one? They may wind up taking drastic measures. However, I am of no fool.

The way we see our closest friends is an important part of friendship

Friendship fade, so does love. But I believe that sometimes the love just waits.Because I know saying goodbye to friends is not easy.

One question though. Where did you go?



date: Saturday, October 10, 2009
title: The good listener
time: 2:26 AM

Hey you guys, its been a long time since I blogged. Me, Mark, Ricca went to follow Ira, Milly and Ain apply for their job at I don't know what place at Outram. So then we head Chinatown to just chill and eat and drink and some, "drunk". And I think I blurted out things which I shouldn't but hey it relieves me.

Hell yeah! So this post is going to tell how much of a bitch Mark can be. He is a good listener, friend and a bitch as well. A dirty one at that. Hahaha....joking. He promise me a blog post if I blogged about him. Haha. Thanks Mark for being the hearing ear. Really appreciate it.

The reason I called Mark sick and dirty is in this Facebook post I posted and he commented.