<?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-5249914064995782100</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:03:48.076+08:00</updated><category term='thailand'/><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>e-haikstivity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikstivity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249914064995782100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikstivity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i_kal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903704862983680613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SPa-7vgQxOI/AAAAAAAAARw/BwEfeIB6-Io/S220/specy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249914064995782100.post-7794763469661539562</id><published>2009-04-24T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:51:49.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bkk=maut chilli padi</title><content type='html'>olla olla. im back from bangkok. and that is so yesteryears kinda story. but damn, it was groovy great. loved the lifestyle, loved the hostel, loved the shopping, loved the people and love the massages there. Ooopp!! only one hate. totally hate their business etiques there. totally crap. if not commission here there, sure got big bro big sista jaga the place. see ne-ne so big in front of the door if stare too much also big bro come and whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hostel itself is a major launchpad of coolio happenings. a dude with an afro hairstyle came back drunk while we were chillin' at the "serambi". he asked if we wanted to partayyyy. and he also told us how he spend a quarter of his life at japan. he seems like a nice guy when he's drunk. but when he's normal as in normal, he looks like he's shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definitely love the shopping experience there. a unique and pasar way of shopping. can anyhow bargain all you like. credits to my dear faddy who has done it for me. i totally suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food all around were okay but the ones at naaz, was terribly orgasmic. it gave the best orgasm where it totally wets everything within a lick. awesome i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, bangkok was superb. im lookin forward to the next trip. where would that be???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5249914064995782100-7794763469661539562?l=haikstivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikstivity.blogspot.com/feeds/7794763469661539562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5249914064995782100&amp;postID=7794763469661539562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249914064995782100/posts/default/7794763469661539562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249914064995782100/posts/default/7794763469661539562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haikstivity.blogspot.com/2009/04/bkkmaut-chilli-padi.html' title='bkk=maut chilli padi'/><author><name>i_kal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903704862983680613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SPa-7vgQxOI/AAAAAAAAARw/BwEfeIB6-Io/S220/specy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249914064995782100.post-2706813467219266618</id><published>2009-03-30T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:04:40.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>pre-trip blues</title><content type='html'>hi all. im haikal. im 21 and im rotting at home right now without a job nor do i have any heading on how i wanna lead my life. that kinda sucks. but for now i don't really care because bangkok is coming in 4 more days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be departing from singapore's budget terminal at 1055h and we'll probably touchdown at bangkok at 1215h. we'll be spending our nights at lub*d. it's actually a hostel and not a hotel but it does look like a 'gallery' hostel. i don't really know how else to say it. we are lucky to have our own toilet, that's the best thing if not, the common bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next best thing is shopping. we should be hitting siam square and around first where there will be the pratunam market, the platinum fashion mall, mahboonkrong otherwise known as mbk and siam centre. then we'll head back to lub*d. for the hours at night we'll be at patpong nightmarket. i don't really know if we can catch the ever so disgusting tiger show but im gonna take a peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the second day, we will be starting quite early in the morning. a riverside walk to get our engines pumped up and a cab ride to chatuchak! i heard there is a market called the vespa market there, so i guess we won't miss that one. i think that we won't really sleep that night cause we'll be lookin at the stuff that we bought. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day will be a relaxing one. something away from the city i guess. a trip to ayutthaya. i think it's called a kingdom back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll be bringing a d90, lx3 and a holga, i can still see those places through these lenses after we touchdown back in singapore on the next monday. oh well. just a few more days to my great escape from this singapore life like after 3 years of not travelling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sawatdi..laew phob gan mai.(correct or wrong ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5249914064995782100-2706813467219266618?l=haikstivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haikstivity.blogspot.com/feeds/2706813467219266618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SPa-7vgQxOI/AAAAAAAAARw/BwEfeIB6-Io/S220/specy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249914064995782100.post-2760173736280564669</id><published>2009-03-01T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:28:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>It has been a week since i turned 21. wow. but i dont feel 21, i actually hate feeling 21. but nonetheless, someone has made a perfect 21 for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she took me out on the 21st of Feb 2009. arrived at my place at around 1130 in the morning and let's just say that the day ended at the stroke of midnight itself. quite surprising, it was a miracle she didnt get caught but i am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal5X0_E_rI/AAAAAAAAAag/UgAbyq8szSw/s1600-h/gift1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal5X0_E_rI/AAAAAAAAAag/UgAbyq8szSw/s320/gift1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307907086100004530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal7aoGXBLI/AAAAAAAAAao/0juCXVnNGSs/s1600-h/gift2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal7aoGXBLI/AAAAAAAAAao/0juCXVnNGSs/s320/gift2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307909333203748018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal9HkOK40I/AAAAAAAAAaw/zx-rhCvhpKg/s1600-h/gift3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal9HkOK40I/AAAAAAAAAaw/zx-rhCvhpKg/s320/gift3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307911204768506690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal-P520O8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/alY4l06Hz1E/s1600-h/gift4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal-P520O8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/alY4l06Hz1E/s320/gift4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307912447526714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then, we went to kallang leisure park. the only thing that i wanted to do there was to ice-skate, so we did it. she paid for everything on that day. i think i can skate, but i dont think she can. there i was trying very hard to support her. praised her that she didnt even fall, but i spoke too soon. she fell on her bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal_ojymldI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aj35o6ILtrc/s1600-h/gift5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal_ojymldI/AAAAAAAAAbA/aj35o6ILtrc/s320/gift5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307913970611819986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after that, we rushed off to dinner. she 'reserved' us a place in a very exclusive restaurant right smack behind tanjung rhu. yeah, so we strolled down the bridge after the indoor stadium. i was quite impressed and surprised on how she planned the day. it went very well indeed. but the best part of the day has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "bie, where exactly is the restaurant?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "oh, it's behind those condos."&lt;br /&gt;me: "err, okay. but i know of no such restaurants there."&lt;br /&gt;her: "it's somewhere special sayang, you'll see."&lt;br /&gt;me(grinning): "okay, if you say so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed i was when i saw the "restaurant". a mat placed in the middle of small field and on it were servings of italian pasta, salad, chocolate pudding and sparkling juice. it was perfect. a perfect picnic spot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SamBIXp2xaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7f4gv2PzM_8/s1600-h/gift6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SamBIXp2xaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7f4gv2PzM_8/s320/gift6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307915616621348258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21 gifts i received on that day which included the best surprise of it all. i'd call it "the midnight escape." it was a wonderful surprise. i was in my boxers and my tshirt when i opened the door as the clock striked twelve, i found her holding a cake with a lighted candle singing happy birthday. i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SamCDxPOmEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_wLUMHJG7Sk/s1600-h/gift7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SamCDxPOmEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/_wLUMHJG7Sk/s320/gift7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307916637101267010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was happy to turn 21 because i was with her. who else but my dear faddy. i thank you sweetheart. i love you.&lt;div 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you'/><author><name>i_kal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903704862983680613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/SPa-7vgQxOI/AAAAAAAAARw/BwEfeIB6-Io/S220/specy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5QDjJHDpz0/Sal5X0_E_rI/AAAAAAAAAag/UgAbyq8szSw/s72-c/gift1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249914064995782100.post-8170835538492839145</id><published>2009-02-09T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:49:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afraid to lose</title><content type='html'>mum is feeling very sick now. the slipped disk shit is back. to hell with it. please be fine. go away. leave my mum. i hate seeing her suffer. all i wanna do now is to have fun with her. go shop for her stuff, take walks with her, whatever man. just end this shit. i do not want her to suffer. therapy or operation. i do not know. the doctor wants her to go for the operation. but she is very scared. scared of the circumstances. imagine all the 'what if' questions rampaging her mind. this torment must stop. but what can i do to make her life less miserable. i do not wanna hear the be a good boy shit. that is bull's crap. what will make the pain go. i pray to you God. take her pain away. do not take her away from us though. the thought of losing her has haunted me for the past few days. my mum is strong and she will do what is best for her. give her the will to fight, the courage and the hope. it is not life threatening but i just want her to be happy. and in pain no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5249914064995782100-8170835538492839145?l=haikstivity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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My three years in Ngee Ann Polytechnic is gonna end soon. Come to think about it, three years gone just like that. I still remember the first day I stepped into the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see a bimbo, I see a minah, I see a gay couple, I see a number of ah bengs. Alright, Cool class!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming to the last few weeks, it somehow feels like a big loss, leaving those kids. Everyone will be going different ways, except for the guys, NS oh! But what happens after that. I really am not sure yet. Let's just hope that my friends and I don't lose touch. Furthermore, when school ends, what am I to do at home. I don't wanna rot at home all day. No more makan place. No more canteen four. No more library. No more bridge. Hahaha. Boys and girls, we must go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for NS, I can't wait for it. Everyday exercise, no more worries about school, lovely food, go into the jungle became tarzan, march like crazy baboons and wear uniform, no need to think of what to wear. But quite sad la, leave ibu and ayah. 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