<?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-6392978349051035961</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:56:46.271-07:00</updated><category term='Daydream'/><category term='Luv u Bby girl'/><category term='I love u...'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME'/><title type='text'>The Life And  Adventure Of Hadiandra</title><subtitle type='html'>Its almost about me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-2376234756581894583</id><published>2010-10-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:48:53.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daydream'/><title type='text'>Daydream...</title><content type='html'>Guess I've been drifting away from life...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sry to all you who I've hurt...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not feeling like myself lately..&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I remembered a story and kept on thinking bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres this boy who has a female fren,&lt;br /&gt;Their friendship was like nothing I'd ever experience before,&lt;br /&gt;They did many things together,&lt;br /&gt;From playing catch to exploring the whole Kampong (Kampong is a village),&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would always meet up at  a field where they first became frens...&lt;br /&gt;One day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy waited for the girl to meet up with him but she was late for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;The boy waited till he can't wait anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Right as he got on his feet,&lt;br /&gt;He saw trucks with furnitures heading out of the kampong...&lt;br /&gt;He recognize the furnitures and started to think back...&lt;br /&gt;After 2 trucks past,&lt;br /&gt;There was a car behind the 2 trucks,&lt;br /&gt;In the truck,&lt;br /&gt;The Boy saw her crying,&lt;br /&gt;The boy dropped his toy and started running after the car..&lt;br /&gt;Tears ran down his face as he shouted for her...&lt;br /&gt;He shouted as loud as he could while running but all he could see was that the car got faster,&lt;br /&gt;He got tired and fell to the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was angry at himself for not being able to get to her...&lt;br /&gt;From that day on,&lt;br /&gt;His hate for girls started after the girl left.&lt;br /&gt;He remember the pain which was left by the girl,&lt;br /&gt;And that hate was the only thing left to remember her.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,&lt;br /&gt;The boy don't even know her real name.&lt;br /&gt;He only calls her by the name he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in my head the whole time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-2376234756581894583?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2376234756581894583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=2376234756581894583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2376234756581894583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2376234756581894583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2010/10/daydream.html' title='Daydream...'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's Aching...&lt;br /&gt;Should I keep her in My heart?&lt;br /&gt;or just let her go?&lt;br /&gt;The time we spent might be short,&lt;br /&gt;But all it matters was the Love U gave me,&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll treasure it in my heart even if it means i can't talk to u anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Teh Hijau~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-4591043335578971299?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/4591043335578971299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=4591043335578971299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-2081303327765333931</id><published>2010-04-19T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:30:38.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S8xoNxFoYGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vbzm_Q7n_gk/s1600/AnDrA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S8xoNxFoYGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vbzm_Q7n_gk/s320/AnDrA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461855033818112098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to being Single again I guess&lt;br /&gt;This is just a routine uh&lt;br /&gt;I Can't keep everything to myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't Even Lie about my feelings even when I know it hurts you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do anything to change that cos its part of Me&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all I have&lt;br /&gt;Ouh and to Those people out there,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive ur enemy, but never forget their name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hadiandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ACER/Pictures/MINE/AnDrA.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-2081303327765333931?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2081303327765333931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=2081303327765333931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2081303327765333931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2081303327765333931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-being-single-again-i-guess-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S8xoNxFoYGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vbzm_Q7n_gk/s72-c/AnDrA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-2865262676894449924</id><published>2010-04-04T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:36:43.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S7iV4RRFlMI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZpGRMuPkyds/s1600/001_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456275742499640514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S7iV4RRFlMI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZpGRMuPkyds/s320/001_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hellos! People!!! I up-deted alr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA!!!!!! I now vr busy busy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. I love myself forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update by:Chunnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-2865262676894449924?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2865262676894449924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=2865262676894449924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2865262676894449924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2865262676894449924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2010/04/hellos-people-i-up-deted-alr-hahahaha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S7iV4RRFlMI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZpGRMuPkyds/s72-c/001_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-1070241517454262186</id><published>2010-02-11T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:55:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S3PPDt3UEDI/AAAAAAAAACo/KueuV7nh6Cg/s1600-h/haaaaaaaaaaadi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436916837924474930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S3PPDt3UEDI/AAAAAAAAACo/KueuV7nh6Cg/s320/haaaaaaaaaaadi.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S3PO6isprhI/AAAAAAAAACg/ieimFMqJEgI/s1600-h/haaaaaaaaaaadi.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey . Blog nih damampos terus . Lia nye job jugak yg kene update . Hoho .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K , so finally , i could meet him atleast once a month cause he seeeems to be very busy , and plus , i'm grounded . He is chosen to be in NPAP , so do meeee :D . Hadi &amp;amp; Azmi were chosen to be th Flag thingythingy . &amp;amp; so do me &amp;amp; idah . Wah baeq ah (;  . Okay, enough of NPAP .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days , i aint that close to Hadi anymore like last time ): . OH so sad . I dont know what had happened between us , but i really hope that we could still be as close as last time . But now , its veryveryvery difficult fr me to contact you , y'knww . &amp;amp; if i text u , u would just reply back short answers . I dont know wether isit me or u who'd change . It's sad fr me seeing us like this &amp;amp; not like last time . I understand if ure busy, but u should at least tell me , right ? K , maybe ure TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO busy to tell me . Takpe luh . But my one wish would be , our friendship would change like last time , &amp;amp; not acting like we are real strangers . Honestly , i miss the old you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently i'm sick , since Wednesday . Flu + Headache + slight fever . But nvm , i forced myself to go to school . Common Test around the corner ! Study hard yeah peeps (: . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toooodles ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-1070241517454262186?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1070241517454262186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=1070241517454262186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1070241517454262186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1070241517454262186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/S3PPDt3UEDI/AAAAAAAAACo/KueuV7nh6Cg/s72-c/haaaaaaaaaaadi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-1768242107306534016</id><published>2009-12-10T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:50:21.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SyCzl8A6tZI/AAAAAAAAACY/wvYX5BlNZrI/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413524216445842834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SyCzl8A6tZI/AAAAAAAAACY/wvYX5BlNZrI/s200/DSC00254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello peeps. Lia updating AGAIN. Ni pun Hadi peh pasal. He said "Eh, u neh update my blog sey ): " . Kesian punye pasal Lia update tau k !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, i dont miss him anw. Chey, ahaahhaa. I just miss chatting w/ him cause i got no one to talk to, although i have. Tapi ttp miss laaaa ! Hah. Haid, have a happy holidayss yawwwww . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah, till here eh (: bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-1768242107306534016?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1768242107306534016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=1768242107306534016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1768242107306534016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1768242107306534016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SyCzl8A6tZI/AAAAAAAAACY/wvYX5BlNZrI/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-3555602578895182941</id><published>2009-11-17T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T05:01:57.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those days :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SwN7HIoP8YI/AAAAAAAAACI/prryC8BJDKs/s1600/7025_103167583030826_100000127548146_90195_229845_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405299340280328578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SwN7HIoP8YI/AAAAAAAAACI/prryC8BJDKs/s400/7025_103167583030826_100000127548146_90195_229845_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;' Bulaan. updatinq here, ain't Hadi :D He's beinq his usual self in beinq so pemalas to update his bloq y'see . See the photo up there ? Ohqod Hadi, i miss koranqs taaau ! Someday outinq (aqain), kayh ? Intro 'bout Hadi ey ; He's one chaotic bestf of mine , is carinq , knows how to persuade others , easy-qoinq , joyful (?) Okay , enouqh of compliments from me ey Hadi . Ltr you kembanq i tatawu ey, hah . Rmbr that tyme whr we went Raya tqether qether ? You had to leave early, but still, you stayed till Husaini's house :D Ty yer . 'Bulaan. really qot no idea what else to update here, I quess I'll take my leave now. Sayonaraaa ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadindra: No one die as a virgin, cos in the end, life F*cks us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-3555602578895182941?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3555602578895182941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=3555602578895182941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/3555602578895182941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/3555602578895182941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-days-d.html' title='those days :D'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SwN7HIoP8YI/AAAAAAAAACI/prryC8BJDKs/s72-c/7025_103167583030826_100000127548146_90195_229845_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-1634496769927549012</id><published>2009-11-11T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:52:42.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadi (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SvujzldO3lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Hv1GsJbfAkw/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403092284584418898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SvujzldO3lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Hv1GsJbfAkw/s320/h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; Lia here, posting for Hadi again ((:&lt;br /&gt;I like this pic of his alotalotalot . Chey .&lt;br /&gt;Pffft, Hadi is so lazy. Hahh, kayy. Just now in the morningg chatted w/ him. He said i'm &lt;strong&gt;handsome. &lt;/strong&gt;Wait eh, i post the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ouhyah.. what happen to ur friend?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nyinesu eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HACK CARE LA DIE ! b!tch siah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ouh.. namer dier macam gituh eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ah2 . hahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ouhkay..&lt;br /&gt;aper jadi ngan korang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dulu hadi tengok korang rapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yea mmg . tak tau asal, die tetibe cari pasal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiandra!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe she's jelous nan Lia... pasal Lia LAWAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lol, WTH ! mane ade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ouhkay lah..&lt;br /&gt;Lia tak LAWAR LAH&lt;br /&gt;tapi LIA CANTEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;isnt it the same ? aduduhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIA HENSEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;siak aje, Lia bukan lelaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yak salah per kalau org cakap lia hensem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hadi pernah kene label LAWAR seyh&lt;br /&gt;tanyer ima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hahahahhaaa , ape la. tuu hadi mcm pompan agaknyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadiandra!?! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha saper tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia ah zazaaa (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hahahaaa, ape je la ni hadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;K thats all. I dont wish to post more of our conversation. Hehh. Hadi's funny at times eheh. ((: Then he share w/ me his gay picturess. lol, its funny :DD I view more of his pictures, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i love the picture up there. Haah, ader censored sket uh. Heeee, Sorry Hadi. Lia ni memang irritating siket. So beware.&lt;br /&gt;Hadi owns a blog but lazy to update. So what for having a blog ? huhuu~&lt;br /&gt;K hmm, Do you guys love that picture up there ? Say yes say yes ! Dont want say yes oso nehmind, cause Hadi dont give a damn. Chey, like reaal. Ok let me tell you abt hadi .&lt;br /&gt;For Lia, Hadi is :&lt;br /&gt;-Kind&lt;br /&gt;-Nice&lt;br /&gt;-Funneh&lt;br /&gt;-Cute&lt;br /&gt;-Baeqq (isnt it the same as nice &amp;amp; kind?)&lt;br /&gt;-optimistic(i guess so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i dont know what else . hmph. Dont know what else to post uh. K remember to TAG ! cause his tagboard is so &lt;strong&gt;dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph, till here.&lt;br /&gt;Bye eh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-1634496769927549012?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1634496769927549012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=1634496769927549012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1634496769927549012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1634496769927549012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/11/hadi.html' title='Hadi (:'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SvujzldO3lI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Hv1GsJbfAkw/s72-c/h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-3929751060833115480</id><published>2009-11-08T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:58:41.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lia .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SvjWM5L2WHI/AAAAAAAAABI/4TS7fZvyua4/s1600-h/Lia+..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402303270028204146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SvjWM5L2WHI/AAAAAAAAABI/4TS7fZvyua4/s320/Lia+..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SvefpieoifI/AAAAAAAAABA/WIvOnREJ-cM/s1600-h/img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heyy . Hello Earthlinks . Well this is not Hadi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hacked his account, chey, KIDDING .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm Lia . K hello *waveshand* .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh ya, it's me up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry if I scare u uys with my sh8t face .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May I know ur name ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm friendly &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i dont bite .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The purpose of me here is to ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;SPAM&lt;/s&gt; update his blogg .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As you can see, his blog which never gets a chance to breathe, is dead .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OH, how amazing . *claps hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i'm amazing too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; that's so FAKE .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eyh, but i asked fr his permission to update okayh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get that right .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feel free to visit my blog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lia-lah.blogspot.com/"&gt;ClickClick !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But please dont spam .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I warn you ! DONT SPAM .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;or else you'll get hell from me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm gonna chase you down, idiots .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hadi is bathing right now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i'm posting on his &lt;s&gt;awesome&lt;/s&gt; blog .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wow, how interesting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nehh, i dont tink it is interesting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OKay, is this post long enough ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hiope it is .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dont wish to post more, cause i'm having a bad stomach cramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; that information is so not important for u guys to know .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay well, i'm going !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;buyyeee :]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-3929751060833115480?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3929751060833115480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=3929751060833115480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/3929751060833115480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/3929751060833115480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/11/lia.html' title='Lia .'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/SvjWM5L2WHI/AAAAAAAAABI/4TS7fZvyua4/s72-c/Lia+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-2156252936830680635</id><published>2009-10-09T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T06:41:57.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10 / maybe the last chapter.</title><content type='html'>This might be the last chapter but from the start, I always wanted my life to be like in the story but I guess that will never happen to a guy like me.. anyways. Enjoy this Finale.. The final Act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down Mom's call and answered the call. the sound was muffled. I can't hear the speaker properly. "I'm watching you, we'll meet later. Better be ready!" and the call ended. The caller sounds familiar but I can't recall anyone. I texted mom to inform her that I'll be late. I went into the lift and got down to the ground floor. There were guys waiting outside the lift. In the middle, I saw her ex.He looked furious.. He must be seeking his revenge.there were five of them. They attacked me from the side. It was good enough that I was able to dodge the ambush. They attacked me one-by-one. i defeated four of them but I was almost giving up.I was too tired after the whole day with her and after getting out of the hospital. He took out a pen knife and use it to attack me. I got hit and cut all over my hand. I was loosing blood quickly..I was lying on the ground, bleeding and thinking of a way to move. He was coming closer and trying to stab me.My body just won't listen to me and it won't move. As his legs was near my body, I swing my leg towards his leg. He held the pen knife in his hands and he fell towards the wall.. I was too late to save him. The pen knife has gotten into his eyes as he wanted to push his body back up from the wall. I called for the ambulance. His face was covered with blood but he's still alive. I guess he ran away as he was ashamed that he did something reckless to himself. My vision was blurred. Everything looked so slow. I felt a hard knock on my head and everything turned black. I thought it was the end. , but I woke up in a room. Mom was on my leg. My head was bandaged, my arms were sore. I looked at mom and remembered the night. Tears run down my face. I was happy that I survived. I fell asleep a moment after i cried. The next morning I woke up, she was there with some of my friends. She hugged me as I wake up. I screamed in pain but she was crying.. I told her everything that happen. She was shocked along with mom and my friends. I was still tired from that night. "I guess its all over now, I can live peacefully now" i thought to myself. That same night, she accompanied me in my room. An unexpected guest arrived. His head was bandaged and only the left side of his eyes was seen. It was him,the guy I fought that night. He asked for forgiveness and left me with a note he gave. On the note : "If u need any help, just call me, I'll be there". I smiled and rest.  After a week, I was released from the hospital. Our relationship was perfect until the day we got married.We lived happily and (this story ends here)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope U enjoy the whole story. ADIOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-2156252936830680635?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2156252936830680635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=2156252936830680635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2156252936830680635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2156252936830680635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/10/chapter-10-maybe-last-chapter.html' title='Chapter 10 / maybe the last chapter.'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-7465647427045912239</id><published>2009-09-07T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T05:28:49.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 9... I think</title><content type='html'>Well... since so many of my friends and readers wants me to update my blog... I'll update it.. This few weeks/months was fun until the fasting month came around. Fasting is fun but its not fun when theres so many camps. Haha.. Camp is fun when we make friends with new people.. I guess I'll just go on with the untold story now.. so enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hand it to me and said " I'm glad your okay, I was so worried when you wasn't awake. Don't ever leave my side okay. Get well soon...". I took the item from her and smiled. That afternoon, I went home with her. Mom went home with Dad before us. We went shopping till our legs hurt. She bought all kinds of clothes, accessories and i bought collectibles.. After shopping, we went to the beach to relax our mind. It was a very peaceful night. We sat under the full moon and watched the stars hanging in the sky.The moon reflected on the sea and in her eyes. She leaned her body on mine and rest her head on my shoulder. She took my hands and place it around her.  I felt a hot tear running down my cheek. She got up and wiped my tears off my face. A lot has happened after we were together. She agreed with it I guess. She looked different when I looked closely under the bright light. I thanked her for taking good care of me for the period I was in the hospital. She just put a finger on my lips and closed her eyes.It was getting late and I was getting tired. I carried her and put her down when she requested. I held her hands and walked her home. When we got in front of her house, she turned to me, hugged me, kiss me and said good-bye. I waved at her and walked home. It was a great day. I looked at my watch and called Mom. She was saying something when there was someone else calling me. I put down Mom's call and....(To be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was all i can remember. Hope u like it and this might be the only part where I can remember. Pls comment on the whole story kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-7465647427045912239?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/7465647427045912239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=7465647427045912239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/7465647427045912239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/7465647427045912239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-9-i-think.html' title='chapter 9... I think'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-6979357930710257909</id><published>2009-07-08T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:44:12.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 8... I think...</title><content type='html'>haiz... its been a month since I last updated thus blog of mine.. I think i forget how the story goes after the last chapter... I can't find the hard copy anywhere... but the story must go on... so... during the holidays, alot has happen... Met a new fren or maybe a lost twin... No one will belive that we have become so close in one call... It's like we've met be4... anywaes i won't get carried away with it... I'll just try to remember and continue the story as much as possible... So here is how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sleepy and I fell asleep while mom was talking with her.During my sleep, I had a terrible nightmare.. She was in it.. Along with her ex.. I fought with him and got him several times but he just won't give up. I got angry and started on a rampage. All of a sudden she slapped me in my dream and i woke up.. I was shocked and was holding my cheeks. Mom tried to wake me up from my nightmare.I went to the toilet to wash my face. I got out of the toilet and she was not in the room. I was about to ask mom when she said "canteen"."How did you know that I was going to ask about her?" I asked mom with a stuned face. "Of course I know, I'm your mother.Don't worry, she'll come back." She  said with a tired tone. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 10p.m. After a few minutes, she came in with some foods from the canteen. She was happy to see me awake on the bed. She placed the plastic bed on the table and took out something from it.. It was wrapped with some colourfull papers. She hand it to me and said...(to be continued... I forgot the rest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for chapter 8... tune in for the next episode...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-6979357930710257909?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6979357930710257909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=6979357930710257909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/6979357930710257909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/6979357930710257909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-8-i-think.html' title='chapter 8... I think...'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-6997508013185085924</id><published>2009-06-03T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:09:34.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luv u Bby girl'/><title type='text'>chapter 7:</title><content type='html'>Well since today is my last day in Singapore and my Bby girl requested for the next chapter to be revealed.. I shall continue with the story. Bby girl was sad when she got to know that I was supposed to continue studies in Indonesia. I felt guilty and sad. Since it was my birthday, my wish to stay in Singapore came true. So Bby girl, don't be sad kay. I promise I won't forget u. So lets just continue with chapter 7. Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and took a long bath. Today was quite tiring. I called her after bathing. We talked for hours. She told me everything she knows about her ex. She also warned me to be extra careful around him. He looked harmless to me.. Well just to make her stop worrying about me I told her that I'll try to avoid him. Well I did avoid that guy. I had the worst nightmare last night. She was missing and was found naked in a warehouse by an old security gaurd.I hope that was just a nightmare and it won't happen. I went to school with her that day. I was kinda sleepy that day. I slept in aclass a few time and got sent to wash my face. It was embarrassing as the teacher had to wake me up in class, infront of everyone. "Are you okay?" she asked. I just nodded and walked by her side. All of a sudden my sight turned dim and my head turned heavy. I found myself in a room wich was not familiar to me, when I woke up. "Finally, you're awake." A voice came. It was Mom. She was also there next to mom.She looked so worried. "what happend... and where am I Mom?" I asked her. "Don't you remember anything?" she said. I shake my head. "All I remembered was that I fell asleep while walking." I replid her. "Well... your girlfriend here helped you by calling me and the ambulance. It was nice of her to inform me about this. You've found the right girl." she said with a proud tone. I smiled as I saw her face blushing. Mom got to know her better. Mom wanted her to come for dinner sometimes. Mom also invited her parents. I just think that she's over reacting. Well.. I got sleepy and... (to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. I'll try update the next chapter as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-6997508013185085924?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/6997508013185085924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=6997508013185085924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/6997508013185085924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/6997508013185085924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-7.html' title='chapter 7:'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-1638430725361427323</id><published>2009-05-31T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:38:45.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love u...'/><title type='text'>the saddest day of my life</title><content type='html'>Why must it be like this?,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the only way to solve our relationship?,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?,&lt;br /&gt;Is it bcos I did not give u enough love?,&lt;br /&gt;or is it just a reason to stay alone?,&lt;br /&gt;Think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me just to make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;love me bcos u really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood of continueing the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe u no matter what happens from now on,&lt;br /&gt;all that mater now is that u'r with me now,&lt;br /&gt;so pls don't be sad anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-1638430725361427323?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/1638430725361427323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=1638430725361427323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1638430725361427323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/1638430725361427323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/saddest-day-of-my-life.html' title='the saddest day of my life'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-2651964566578927062</id><published>2009-05-28T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:29:13.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME'/><title type='text'>Chapter 6... and my birthday!!</title><content type='html'>Woah I'm 14 now.. woohoo!! So today I got birthday bashed with a cake by my classmate. They wiped cake on my face and pour water on me.. Lucky for me they forgoten the flour and egg. Well , after that I went to the jetty with her. We wanted to go to the shroom garden but there were people. There were students from kent ridge in the first garden and there were some workers sleeping at the other garden.. We just went to the jetty and sit. There we started talking and... I'm not gonna say what i did okay.. Anywaes, since its my birthday, I'll make the story longer this time. So here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at my results and studied it for a few times. His eyes was on me (not literaly on me). With his loud voice, he asked of what I did to get this kind of results. He blamed her for my results which made me really angry. "Its not her fault that I got this kind of results" I shouted back at him.He looked furious at first and then he calmed down after awhile." That's fine of you to defend her but just work harder next time, okay? Promise me that you'll do better" he tried to cool me down.He signed my results slip and pass it to me. I went into my room and locked the door. I turned on my laptop and log into the MSN. She was online, so I video call her and chat until she was tired.I told her about what happened just now between me and my dad. She was greatful for defending her. Thats the least I can do for her atually. School was fine the next day but after school was terrible. WE went for lunch as usual but when we were walking back to the bus stop, we came across with her ex. He was puting his hands around two girls side-by-side to him. "Hey babe wat'cha doing with this loser? you're mine remember?" reaching his hands for her. I grabed her hand as fast as I could. "I'm not yours at all. You're just using me last time and FYI this is my new bofriend."She said while hiding behind me.He tried to grab her from me. "Get your filthy hands of her you bastard!" I grab hold of her and move back. He tried to punch me but missed. I got to punch him twice in the face. He was quite week. He pushed me to the groung after he got up. She helped me to stand and stoped me from continueing fighting. The other girls held his hands. "we're not over yet loser!" He shouted. "Who says its over!". We went opposite ways. She was holding my hands all the way till she got into the lift. She did not even want to let me go when she got in the lift. " Becareful hun" she said with her soft voice. She kissed me on the cheek and told me not to get into fights anymore. She was terrified that day. I got home and...(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for the next chapter. Comment anything u want kays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-2651964566578927062?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2651964566578927062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=2651964566578927062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2651964566578927062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2651964566578927062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/hapter-6-and-my-birthday.html' title='Chapter 6... and my birthday!!'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-5468245939653002904</id><published>2009-05-23T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:43:25.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day after camp... and chapter 5</title><content type='html'>WAAAHHH!!! Camp was so fun. First day we did some activity near the beach. I can't believe I was assigned in the same group with her.. Other thatn that everything's fine.The fun thing was at the beach at St. John's island.We played a game where one of our member place a bottle on their head and the rest will fill up the bottle with the cup and straw given. Others used the cup to pour in the water.. I used the straw and suck it into my mouth and I'll spit it all out into the bottle.We had campfire and nite hike that nite.Slept aroumd 12. damn sleepty..zzzzzzz. Then the next day was okay.. B4 leaving the island we playedd a game called amazing race around the island. We were tired in the end and had a break. We sat on a stone path at the beach. The water was sooo clear. Before reaching Singapore, we stoped on an island which was  kusu island if not wrong.. There were many turtles and tortoises. I was exausted at the end of the day.. haiz... okay uh lets just go on with chapter 5.. enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This repeated for weeks and our bond was getting stronger.Exams were nearin too..I just can't seem to concentrate in my studies. Wheever I'm studying my mind will be filled with her and only her.It was distractive but I managed to study.My folks found out about her and just advised me to respect her more.It's kinda wierd if u ask me.Well we would do the usual stuff we do after school until the exams..After the exams was over, I brought out.She was kind of shock when I asked her out right after the exams. That night was great. We wathed movies and had dinner together. She was pretty that night. I can't stop looking at her that night. Well, after that was over, it was back to school the next day.. We got our results. I did not fail any but I did not do quite well in the exams. I asked her for her results. She showed me her results. She passed everything withgood hrades. I was kinda jelous but she cherred me up. She promised to teech me some other times.As usual I sent her home after we had lunch. When I reached home, dad was already seating on the sofa. He wanted to see my results. He looked at the paper and... (to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now.. Tune in for the next chapter. Sorry if I updated it after soo long.. I was so busy watching anime..So just leave a comment after reading kay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-5468245939653002904?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5468245939653002904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=5468245939653002904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/5468245939653002904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/5468245939653002904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-after-camp-and-chapter-5.html' title='day after camp... and chapter 5'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-2755125692365029618</id><published>2009-05-14T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:29:12.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 4:</title><content type='html'>Aaahh... So damned tired...Lost my story and found it in my bag (idk where i put). Everything is back to normal. Became friends again with her and my relationship continues to go on smoothly. Did nothing much lately only that I 'lepak' with Dinie and the usuals. Now lets just continue from where the story ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her that night and talked till our parents nagged at us.From our conversation that night I found out that she liked me before but thought that I was already attached to someone.I laughed when I heard what she said.I told her that she was the only girl that I want to be with. "you're one sweet boy" she said.She was the best thing that was in my life. I slept late that night. In the morning I woke up, my mom told me that I was smiling when fast asleep."I heard you saying a girls' name... who is that girl?" she asked me. "someone special thats all" I answered her. She just smile and went into the kitchen.I went to school and told her everything . She just giggled while covering her mouth.. It was good enough that my mom did not ask too many question.(its not like her). We get ready for class.I was thinking about the reason why she broke up with him.Too bad we're seperated in class. I seat all the way at the back while she sits all the way to the front. I just stared at her from the back. Class felt like a few minutes when we're occupied.She turned around and looked at me for a few times.I was not really concentrating on the lesson. School ended at 1:30. I walked with her out of the school. We wanted to go get some food.After we had lunch, I sent her home. She kissed me on the cheek before walking into the lift. This  repeated for weeks and... (to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for the next chapter and leave any comments if you have any.. I'll try to update the story as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-2755125692365029618?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/2755125692365029618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=2755125692365029618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2755125692365029618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/2755125692365029618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-4.html' title='chapter 4:'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-5047088232725619542</id><published>2009-05-09T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:23:20.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>Before I want to start on the next episode I just wanna say sorry to anyone who has been hurt by me or anything.. Pls forgive me.. U'r curse almost made me lost my love... Okay here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her that night..We talked for hours. Well it was fun talking to her till midnight.I got to know her a bit better now.I asked her to be mine as she was about to end the call. She said that she will think about it first.I was kind of nervous when I asked her that but after I've said it, it felt like just words. So I was excited for her answer the next day. School ended as per normal. I searched for her but can't seem to find her. I was about to give up whrn she called my handphone.She said that she's waiting for me at the gate. So I walked to the gate and saw her sweet face smiling at me.I smiled back at her. She ran to me and huged me like it was after a long time we had never seen each other. "I accept you to be my bofriend" she whispered in my ears. I was at the same time happy and shocked. Happy because she accepted me and shocked because she just huged me in the public.Maybe I had to get used to it. We went out for lunc that afternoon. She seemed happier than I've ever seen her. I walked home with her. As we reached her void deck, she said "call me tonight.. bye-bye". She kissed me on the cheek and walked into the lift. I just waved at her and she waved back at me. So I walked home. I called her that night and....(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for the next episode and do not hesitate to comment on the stoy. Tell me whether its good or bad or just comment. Pls forgive me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-5047088232725619542?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5047088232725619542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=5047088232725619542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/5047088232725619542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/5047088232725619542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-161721154473912341</id><published>2009-05-06T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:25:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2...</title><content type='html'>So this is how the story continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry... I just can't be with you.I already have a stead."What she just said made my heart aches.. She turned around and walked away.. Even so I will continue to love her. Day after day watching her so ever cheerful with her friends, until one day I saw tears running down her cheeks. She said that she had just quareled with her dad when I asked. I know that can't be the reason why she's crying. I just told her to relax and forget about it. She looked at me and asked "why are you always nice to me even after I have made you heart brocken?". "well I really liked you but if your not available then I gues I would just have to wait" I said. She was smiling when I told her that. Well she told me the truth in the end. She broke up with her boyfriend. She gave me her number. It's like she knows that I wanted her number. "call me tonight"... (to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for the next episode cause I'm getting hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-161721154473912341?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/161721154473912341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=161721154473912341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/161721154473912341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/161721154473912341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2...'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-8156201451934694460</id><published>2009-05-05T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:00:47.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a story i wrote- Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>There was a long story i wrote without knowing the person in the story... so I just write it down when it came to mme when I was day-dreaming in class... So this is how the story goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Every single day I saw her not even noticing me. How I felt so invisible in her two beutiful eyes.Whenever she says 'hi' with her sweet and gentle voicewhich made me just smile and reply her with the same 'hi'. I felt so happy being notced by her. Yet, I still wants to  know more about her other than just asking people about her. I came to school evryday just wanting to see her. That one day that she did not come to, it felt like something was mising. I asked her close friends about her and weather she's fine. "She's just sick today thats all" her friend said while staring at me like something is wrong.The next day she came I asked about her health. I was glad that shewas just fine and came to school that day.I told her my true feelings. She was quite shocked and did not know what to say. "I... (to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what happens next? just wait till I get the next episode...&lt;br /&gt;Post a comment if any of u wants me to add something in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-8156201451934694460?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/8156201451934694460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=8156201451934694460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/8156201451934694460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/8156201451934694460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-i-wrote-chapter-1.html' title='a story i wrote- Chapter 1'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-5267805699068362567</id><published>2009-04-30T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T03:19:03.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tak blajar takper</title><content type='html'>Nie hari exam... Pagi2 dinie call ajak gie joging pukul 6:30 ... Dier lupe uh tu.. Pegi skolah cepat nak uat hw D&amp;amp;T.. Dah buat luper nak antar pat cikgu.. First test formal writing... Tido atleast tak banjir tapi ngigau... semuer orang ketawe entah asal... haiss.. Then after recess Test melayu... tu pun samer ngigau tak rabak sangat uh... Husaini lebeh rabak... Cikgu kat blakang (dier tak tau) Abeh tiber2 cikgu cakap "&lt;em&gt;okay class.. stop writting"&lt;/em&gt; Dier tekejut macam aper seyh&lt;em&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;After the exam I search my bag for my D&amp;amp;T homework.. I search everywhere and found it in the dust bin..Antar jer lah tu homework... After school kawan semuer macam aper seyh... tinggalkan aku sorang... jumper kawan laen abeh tu dierorang pegi...  Waitting for her(insert name here) to finnish eating... Talked about cucumber colour hitam,putih... and hairy... nak lepak nan dier(insert name here) tapi nak kene balek... takper uh.. laen kali jer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-5267805699068362567?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/5267805699068362567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=5267805699068362567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/5267805699068362567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/5267805699068362567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/04/tak-blajar-takper.html' title='tak blajar takper'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-3399873583177121393</id><published>2009-04-27T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T04:06:53.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another crazy day</title><content type='html'>Well.. today goes like usual but theres one thing different.. ALL MY SINGLE BUDDIES HAS THEIR OWN STEAD(not including SYAINIE). nvm that , I ask her (insert name here) for stead.. She(insert name here) needs time to think.. you know lah &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt;.. after school lepak pat skolah with my seniors... I learned how to juggle the soccer ball.. anyweas I took Dinie's hand and her hand(Dinie's Girlfren... still can't believe it) and made them hold hands.. U should have seen the look on their face. Went out with Azmieandra, Adilahandra and her(insert name here) to get some food .. I took Adilahandra's honey and drank it somehow.. we went home arround 5 p.m.. sitting in the bus thinking in my mind {will she(insert name here) accept me} . got home ,on my laptop to do hw and heard a loud "BANG" .. Looked out and saw a motor crached into a car.. Aper lagi turun uh tengok orang accident. HAHAHA PADAN MUKER!!!  Im going to prove to her(insert name here) that I really likes her..&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;waiting for her(insert name here) answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6392978349051035961-3399873583177121393?l=hadiandra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/feeds/3399873583177121393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392978349051035961&amp;postID=3399873583177121393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/3399873583177121393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392978349051035961/posts/default/3399873583177121393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hadiandra.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-crazy-day.html' title='another crazy day'/><author><name>Hadiandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426316596384599451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-2dBotm0ug/Svwf8nYOZLI/AAAAAAAAABY/o3BDovUoMs4/S220/hadiandra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392978349051035961.post-4707209717076969653</id><published>2009-04-26T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T06:22:24.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buat hal pat arcade</title><content type='html'>Nie hari tak buat bnyak bender uh...bangun pagi nak gie madrasah (nak avoid parents at home). Pat madrasah ader Ustazah baru ..aper lagi kecoh uh class.. haha.. Dalam class kawa2 pakser aku present their piece of work(shit). Hawa said:&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;hadi presentkan uh.. kiterkan cousins.. &lt;/em&gt;Well i was shocked but i still had to do it. Class ended at 11 something. Hawa asked my number(aper nak buat, kasih uh) bilang mak tak balek terus gie ngaji tapi sampai arcade.. wasted $5 at the arcade.. kat situ buat kecoh rabak2 {naseb tak kene halau}. sial uh hp jahanam lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for her... 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