<?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-1915655754446250529</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:11:39.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.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-1915655754446250529.post-2805987032707651556</id><published>2009-10-03T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:20:43.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tired Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wow!! What a hectic day.. I didn't do much actually.. Help with the 'rewang' Thinging (a bit ) but mostly i became a chauffer for the day.. Send ppl here n there.. Tired of driving.. Baby pls complete ur driving lesson ASAP.. Then baby Aiman couldn't get himself away from me.. Practically he's like clinging on me.. Don't want to go to anyone, not even his parents.. Big mistake for carrying him since he's an infant.. Got to sleep early tonight.. Have to report for work tomorrow morning.. Damn!! How's ur day my love? Bet ur busy in the kitchen helping out with ur mum for sunday open house.. I really wish i could join u there.. Anyways, hope ur doing well.. I really miss u so much.. When are u coming back? Hopefully its during my off days.. U take care k sayang.. Send my regards to ur family.. Lots of kisses.. Muuuuuuuuacks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-2805987032707651556?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/2805987032707651556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=2805987032707651556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2805987032707651556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2805987032707651556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/10/tired-day.html' title='A Tired Day'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-1757782915358792320</id><published>2009-10-03T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:20:10.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is my cousin's big day.. Two of my couz juz got married.. One b4 Ramadan n the other in Syawal.. Looks like competing lak.. K lah baby.. Our Deepavali ar.. hahaha.. Now i'm going off to the wedding.. U take care.. I miss u so much sayang.. Happy Belated Anniversary.. Love u so much.. Muacks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-1757782915358792320?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1757782915358792320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=1757782915358792320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1757782915358792320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1757782915358792320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding Day'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-1545046462955446069</id><published>2009-04-06T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:48:18.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, I'm sorry too..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My love, thank you for finding the Dahui T-shirts n bermudas.. I'm sorry when i sounded irritating when u called.. I didn't mean to be jealous but i'm sad i'm not able to be as enjoyable as u are.. No doubt we both tot of each other each day but i dunnoe.. Its always different when u're not around.. I always feel that i've been forgotten.. I'm terribly sorry honey.. I wish i could overcome it.. I don't want this to affect our relationship.. Pls forgive my inconsiderate behaviour.. I love u so much.. Miss u loads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-1545046462955446069?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1545046462955446069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=1545046462955446069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1545046462955446069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1545046462955446069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-im-sorry-too.html' title='Thank you, I&apos;m sorry too..'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-2951459200860540712</id><published>2009-04-05T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:15:47.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today soccer match was played @ Christ Church Sec.. It was drizzling b4 the match start.. Its a good weather to play.. First half my team was trailing by 4 goals to nil.. I played in the second half, right defender.. I assists in the first 2 goals.. The first a thru ball to Fais for him to score.. 2nd a corner kick where Shu head in for the 2nd goal.. After 30mins or so, i'm running out of stamina.. I call out for a replacement.. We lost the match.. Its not a matter of winning the game but all of us had fun.. After 3yrs of not playing soccer, its time for me to get back into the game.. Time to shape up.. After the game, all of us hang out @ Al-Ameen Wlds.. Had plain water n 100plus to replenish my water level.. Get back home n shower.. Now i'm losing out a lot of energy after yesterday badminton n today soccer match.. Hope to get a good long sleep to regain back my energy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-2951459200860540712?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/2951459200860540712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=2951459200860540712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2951459200860540712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2951459200860540712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/04/soccer-match.html' title='Soccer Match'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-3578258784224042010</id><published>2009-04-05T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:25:56.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Worked Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today after work, I had a talk with my dad about changing my machine.. From Honda CBR1100XX Blackbird to Kawasaki ZX10 Ninja.. He didn't agree saying the bike is too small for me but nvr deny the bike is powerfull too.. He also says do not waste my money getting a new bike.. But i love shutting him off this way, "If u can, why can't I?".. So @ 3pm we went over to the bike shop.. But it was very disappointing.. The shop would take in my bike at the lowest price ever.. My cousin was like don't bother selling it, the bike is urs fully paid anyway.. Takde rezeki.. If its meant to be then i'll get it some other time.. I get over it n went for a haircut.. Yes my love a haircut.. But nothing to worry, it doesn't look awful.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Got back from my haircut i watched movie in the laptop.. Thanx to my darl's brother Yasin, i've get to do a movie marathon.. @ 7.30pm i left for badminton @ Tampines North CC.. WOW!! I nvr knew where i get my energy from, i lasted 6sets straight.. Remembering the time i enter the court at 8.30pm, i ended at 10pm.. But the after effect was bad.. FYI, the time when i got back home, I was running flat.. My fiancee called me from Jakarta asking me to log in msn but i continued dozing off ( w/o showering ).. After her 2nd call then i realised that i didn't talk to her n i haven't shower.. I'm so sorry honey.. This i'm writing after i had my good cold shower.. First thing b4 i write, i read thru my fiancee's blog.. I miss u too sayang.. Its ok to feel over protective when both of us are far apart.. Haven't u been realising that i always felt that way when u're away.. But i'm always like that thru out even when u're in s'pore.. hehe.. I miss u so my love.. I hope u had a great time in Bali.. N i hope u're coping well in quiting smoking.. Kudos to u.. Don't get sick.. Promise to take care of urself when u're away from me.. Thank you for sticking with our promises.. I've done the same too.. Had my meal right n proper dietry.. hehe.. K my love, i'm longing for ur return.. I'll pick u up at the airport.. Don't forget to let me know the time n flight.. I miss u soooooooooo much.. Its time for me to catch some sleep.. Got soccer match tomorrow.. I love u so much.. Muuuuuuuacks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-3578258784224042010?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/3578258784224042010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=3578258784224042010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3578258784224042010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3578258784224042010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-worked-out.html' title='All Worked Out'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-1590375388771851666</id><published>2009-02-17T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:15:29.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 DAYS MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haiz.. When the days are counting down, it get much more slower.. 2days become 48hrs, 48hrs become 2880mins, 2880mins become 172800sec.. Numbers are always to be at large.. But nevertheless i'm still excited for the day u'll come back my love.. I took 6days of offs to spend the week with u.. We can go movies, shoppings n mostly to ourselves.. hehe.. So yeah.. I'm still counting down.. Can't really wait.. Its killing me to the core.. Nur, I'm sorry abt yesterday.. Forgive me for my mistakes over the year.. I promise to make changes.. Changes where both of us were when we started out.. I love u so much sayang.. See u on the 19th.. Muacks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-1590375388771851666?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1590375388771851666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=1590375388771851666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1590375388771851666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1590375388771851666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-days-more.html' title='2 DAYS MORE'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-1561103105299604085</id><published>2009-02-16T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:48:31.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FATHER'S GRIEF</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;On the 15th suppose to be my off day but damn it got to standby at work due to insufficient manpower.. Only got my relief at 1640hrs.. There goes my plan to work full day for my part time work.. Bye2 $40.. So that's not the moral of th story.. Well, looks like my Sergeant's son got his retribution for not listening to his words.. He got into an accident again.. The first had cost him a broken neck and lose one of his kidney.. Now, as heard it cost him a broken leg.. The morning call from my Sergeant's wife, had made him distraught after that.. Well, that's the caused for me to standby.. Honestly, I felt that this serve his son right.. After listen most of the time how much trouble my Sergeant's son had make, well this is a retribution.. But parents will still be parents.. No matter how much trouble their child make, they will still stay by their child's side in times of difficulty.. This is his second wake up call.. I wonder how many does it takes to make him realized..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-1561103105299604085?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1561103105299604085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=1561103105299604085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1561103105299604085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1561103105299604085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/fathers-grief.html' title='A FATHER&apos;S GRIEF'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-9160780202186451855</id><published>2009-02-14T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:07:08.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 DAYS TO GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Its 14th of February 2009.. HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY MY LOVE.. Its very sad that we can't spend the day together.. But its ok.. I'm looking forward to the day when u come back on the 19th.. That will be my very special day.. 5 more days to go.. I can't wait for that day my love.. I really do.. That will be our special day.. The day our love reunite.. For now i've to be even more patience.. I love u so much my fiancee.. So i've cancelled out my trip to Penang to celebrate the return of u my love.. Now i really can't wait.. Haiz.. Couldn't the day pass any faster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-9160780202186451855?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/9160780202186451855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=9160780202186451855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/9160780202186451855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/9160780202186451855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-days-to-go.html' title='5 DAYS TO GO'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-1424004413682285448</id><published>2009-02-12T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:15:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haiz.. I'm damned bored.. I'm waiting for u to come back honey.. I'm bored.. The time is killing me of boredom.. The days seems to pass very damn slow.. It pass even more slowly now.. At work as usual, boring.. Can never concentrate.. I'm like lost in this world.. Nothing seems to be right or close to being right.. When is it going to be right.. Ur departure are at a great loss for me.. I need u.. To touch u.. To feel u.. I'm longing for that.. But i've to practice more patience.. Honey.. I really miss u.. I've longed to do what i feel.. Pls be here soon.. I need u.. Muuuacks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-1424004413682285448?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/1424004413682285448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=1424004413682285448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1424004413682285448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/1424004413682285448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored.html' title='BORED!!'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-5041989354289370009</id><published>2009-02-10T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:32:16.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY WHY WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Why do we have to quarrel again.. Doesn't u think i had enough? All the dreams i had which led me to be shaken even after i've waken up from it.. All the time i felt lost when u're away.. All those words n feeling i feel towards u which come sincerely from my heart.. I'm feeling miserable now.. I really feel miserable.. God pls help me.. When i cry, let those tears dried up during my sleep.. If i bleed, let those blood dried by itself.. My life had never been fair.. God pls bring me back to your righteous.. Show me the right way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-5041989354289370009?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/5041989354289370009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=5041989354289370009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/5041989354289370009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/5041989354289370009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-why-why.html' title='WHY WHY WHY'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-4946403750208284695</id><published>2009-02-09T08:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:34:06.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it due to lack of sleep or that i miss u so much honey.. Yesterday, i had a weird and a bad dream.. Both in one dream.. This is how it goes.. In the dreamt i was in Hai Sing.. I dunno why but i was in the school uniform.. As i were in school in the past, i was the same in the dream.. &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD! &lt;/strong&gt; Then i went to Downtown East.. When i walk to the McDonald's, i tot i saw a glimpes of u with ur sister.. Then i was thinking, " Weren't u in Penang? ".. So i approached..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i asked how come u are in s'pore n u didn't call me.. U kept quite.. U acted as though i didn't talk to u or even u didn't know me.. Ur sister was juz looking at me as though she want to say something.. Then u walk away.. I followed u but u juz ignore me.. But ur sis was the one whom comfort me.. &lt;strong&gt;SO WEIRD!! &lt;/strong&gt;So u left.. I kept calling u but u didn't pick up my call.. Then this msg came in, "They are like me when they were at my age".. I couldn't take the pressure.. Its like that time when we quarrelled.. I felt that as though i was getting off from where i sat but in fact i was waking up from my sleep.. And the &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt; thing is that I am really standing.. First thing i did, i tried to call u, but ur hp was off.. Then i checked the msg.. There were no such msg.. Then only it come to my senses that its was only a dream n u're still overseas.. I felt relieved.. But i coud still remember the msg.. Who are 'they' meant in the msg? Is the msg juz a random or there's something i have to look into at? The dream had shaken me.. I wish u're here to comfort me sayang.. I really miss u so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-4946403750208284695?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/4946403750208284695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=4946403750208284695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/4946403750208284695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/4946403750208284695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream.html' title='The Dream..'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-4754234559399078673</id><published>2009-02-08T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:48:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Call..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Haiz.. As the days past, its getting tougher for me to endure this lonesome.. I wonder if its only me alone facing the problem or she's feeling the same too.. But yesterday night she called.. I was enlightened when i saw the number.. We didn't had a long talk.. But sadly it start off with a misunderstanding.. I've to confess to her how i felt each day.. Even by keeping myself busy each day, couldn't get my mind off even a bit.. That's how much i've missed her.. I'm like a restless soul.. Haiz.. To date, im still left with 12days before going to Penang to meet her.. I've been always looking forward for that trip.. Well, i guess that's all about it.. I miss u my love.. I really miss u so much.. Love u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-4754234559399078673?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/4754234559399078673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=4754234559399078673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/4754234559399078673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/4754234559399078673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/her-call.html' title='Her Call..'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-2029946920381729288</id><published>2009-02-07T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:39:01.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Haiz.. Juz came back from Mobilisation Briefing.. Damned.. A waste of time.. But get to meet old frenz from camp.. Yesterday night I went to meet up with my bike group frenz @ KTM.. Two things i saw that give me a sore in the heart.. First, all these 'MAKCIK n PAKCIK' dangdut.. I don't understand, at their age ( i think we can call them nenek or datuk ), can spend their time enjoying with only god knows who they are with.. I mean shouldn't they be doing something meaningful.. Or is it lack of socialization which led them to this at the late age.. I mean its their life i wouldn't  want to be a KAYPO.. Next, a couple of guys from my bike group they brought their gf, fiancee or spouse.. Seeing them happily together give a pain in my heart.. Not that i didn't approve of them or jealous, its juz that i miss my fiancee so much.. Even Bart was like asking why i didn't bring Anisah.. Told him she over at Penang.. Told him that while the guys riding up to Mersing, I'll be riding up to Penang to meet her.. It seems that everybody knows my intention of riding up.. To meet the person whom i love so much.. Well that's about all.. Left @ 1.30am then head home straight.. Then this morning report back to camp @ 7.30am.. Now head for bed b4 going off to work.. I miss u baby_bam.. Miss u so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-2029946920381729288?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/2029946920381729288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=2029946920381729288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2029946920381729288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2029946920381729288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day.html' title='Another Day'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-8162518636129660807</id><published>2009-02-06T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:21:10.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYxEIpmBv5I/AAAAAAAAABs/BBVXrU56sz8/s1600-h/Anisah+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299685776903225234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYxEIpmBv5I/AAAAAAAAABs/BBVXrU56sz8/s320/Anisah+n+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby, here's a photo during our bowling match..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha.. U can nvr beat me.. Its only i didn't play properly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hehe.. Don't worry.. There will be a chance for u to beat me.. U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;could play well that day.. But its me who change the score around.. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can't wait to have another bowling session with u.. I'll wait til u come back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we can go for bowling with my family again.. I LOVE U..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-8162518636129660807?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/8162518636129660807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=8162518636129660807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/8162518636129660807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/8162518636129660807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/bowling-alley.html' title='Bowling Alley'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYxEIpmBv5I/AAAAAAAAABs/BBVXrU56sz8/s72-c/Anisah+n+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-751839182661619491</id><published>2009-02-06T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:04:53.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS HER SO MUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYw-Mgx3LbI/AAAAAAAAABk/JHrAuUCQQZw/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299679246186655154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYw-Mgx3LbI/AAAAAAAAABk/JHrAuUCQQZw/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It had been 6 days since she left.. Everyday time seems to pass ever slowly.. Only the days i'm counting b4 i could meet her again.. I miss her hugs, her kisses, her touch, her lips, her hair and her beautiful face.. I've long to hug her, to kiss her, to touch her.. Only in dreams i could imagine that.. Two wks more to go b4 i leave for Penang n three wks b4 her return.. Sad to say all that seem to take a dreadful long time eah day.. Today, she left for KL.. Damned!! I can't be online with MY FIANCEE.. Haiz... Why can't it make things easier for the both of us.. Well i guess this is a test.. A test where we have to learn to control the desires for each other.. Being far is not easy.. But our hearts still stays as one.. Nur, i miss u so much.. I really can't wait for my trip to Penang.. I'll see u soon my love.. Lots of kisses.. muuuuuacksss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-751839182661619491?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/751839182661619491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=751839182661619491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/751839182661619491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/751839182661619491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-her-so-much.html' title='I MISS HER SO MUCH'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYw-Mgx3LbI/AAAAAAAAABk/JHrAuUCQQZw/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-8041392793881768486</id><published>2009-02-03T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:38:35.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYhW1n-WJWI/AAAAAAAAABc/wgtET3Il2i0/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYhW1n-WJWI/AAAAAAAAABc/wgtET3Il2i0/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580440864925026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-8041392793881768486?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/8041392793881768486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=8041392793881768486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/8041392793881768486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/8041392793881768486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SYhW1n-WJWI/AAAAAAAAABc/wgtET3Il2i0/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-4942688781597668922</id><published>2009-02-03T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:34:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY AFTER WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday night shift at work wasn't as bad as the 1st day my baby left for Penang.. She called me n talk for at least an hour.. I felt so relieved.. If not i've been restless b4 she called..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We kept updating about our daily activities.. Then she told me she juz got back from bbq.. I wished i could join her.. They got firework n all.. Haiz.. I miss the fun.. But i hope i'm able to join u there soon my love.. Niwae, after my full time work, i'm off to part time work again.. Well, today we're one man short.. only two persons to handle with the making of pizzas, delivery, stock taking.. Lucky the two of us are experience riders.. So i do the delivery.. The fastest.. Luck is in my way.. There's no order when i was left alone for 2hrs.. Damned.. The night shift riders always come late.. That's about it .. Hmm.. Look like i'm coming to Penang early baby.. I think 19th i'll set off for Penang.. Well i hope i'm able to w/o any objection coz i really want to spend time with u honey.. Well i hope i cud stay over ur place during my early stay there.. Can't wait now for the day.. Coz i miss my baby so much.. I love u baby.. Muacks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-4942688781597668922?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/4942688781597668922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=4942688781597668922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/4942688781597668922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/4942688781597668922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-after-work.html' title='A DAY AFTER WORK'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-3990000768338731267</id><published>2009-02-02T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:16:01.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS U ALREADY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haiz.. Yesterday @ 1425hrs we parted our ways.. Had a good hug while ppl around are watching.. Non of us give a damned.. Baby, I'll miss that.. I head home feeling low.. Now i'm alone here waiting.. Back dated to the past 2wks hadn't been a good time for the both of us.. We were at our tense arguements which results to a stupid thing i've done to myself.. Nvr knew why i do it too.. It all happens n ended.. But i'm looking forward.. To the day i'll get to see MY BABY again.. To reunite, to feel the warmth of each other being close, to hug, to kiss, to say I LOVE U when our eyes meet.. 18days more it takes.. But time are passing slowly ever n i'll nvr give up waiting.. For my loves are only meant for u.. I MISS U BABY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-3990000768338731267?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/3990000768338731267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=3990000768338731267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3990000768338731267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3990000768338731267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-u-already.html' title='I MISS U ALREADY'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-3543280859947435069</id><published>2009-01-05T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:33:21.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW CHAPTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On 2nd January 2009 marks a new chapter in our relationship.. Well, I tot of suprises but yeah i juz couldn't keep my mouth shut.. I blew it out to her that we having dinner @ Carousel Royal Scotts Hotel.. Its a dinner buffet.. I ate a lot til a point that i made her cry on our anniversary.. Darn me.. Have to spoilt the special day.. We tot of movies after dinner but all the show aren't that interesting.. So we ended up @ C.I.A Mcdonalds instead.. We stayed til after midnight.. Suprisingly her mum nvr call to go back home.. She only call to ask where were we.. And to noe that we are at C.I.A, she was like " takde kerja lain ".. My baby was telling her " nie rudi lah nak pergi sini ".. Send her back home then i head down to jln kayu to meet up with the Blackbird Inc.. I miss the meeting but the agenda is.. First: A tribute trip to Songkran on April for our late fren.. Second: Donation for one of our sickly fren who are in financial difficulties.. Third: A new Blackbird Inc shirt on the making.. Lastly: An anniversary chalet in June.. I round up the day by going home @ 4am.. Baby.. I'm sorry i make u cry on our anniversary.. My apology.. I love u so much.. MUACKS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-3543280859947435069?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/3543280859947435069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=3543280859947435069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3543280859947435069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3543280859947435069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-chapter.html' title='A NEW CHAPTER'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-3335326456234116820</id><published>2008-12-23T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:26:42.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SVEBeTzhffI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SGwXOtYTlj0/s1600-h/1_233312404l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283005458106383858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SVEBeTzhffI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SGwXOtYTlj0/s320/1_233312404l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Congratulations to my cousin who had his wedding ceromony last sunday 211208.. Did some helping out with the ceromony only @ the very last minute when everything is done.. Great deal.. On the night of the wedding they had a b'dae celebrations for the december babies.. Damned they cut the cake w/o me.. Haiz another yr w/o a cake for me.. Damned they all.. My baby called me yesterday night but i was asleep already.. I'm so sorry my love.. Lucky i pick up her next call in the afternoon.. She is all so sick.. Got affected by the weather change in penang.. Honey, pls take care of ur health.. Eat well n take ur medicine.. I'm waiting for u to come back on the 2nd Jan.. It'll be our first yr anniversary my love.. Looking forward so much for it.. Lastly, i miss u soooooooo much sayang.. Pls recover fast sayang.. I love u.. Muacks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1915655754446250529-3335326456234116820?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/3335326456234116820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=3335326456234116820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3335326456234116820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/3335326456234116820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2008/12/congratulation.html' title='Congratulation..'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SVEBeTzhffI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SGwXOtYTlj0/s72-c/1_233312404l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-2955713579380130191</id><published>2008-12-19T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:40:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you my love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;My greatest n biggest thank you to my belove fiancee.. She made my dae full of suprises.. First i've got a b'dae dinner treat @ BLACK ANGGUS at Orchard Parade Hotel.. I had a stirloin stick while she had codfish.. But the colorado bulldog taste a bit odd.. Btw its a liquor mix.. 2nd on thursday we went for vibes @ homeclub near clarkequay.. It was the most suprising n embarrasing moment for me.. In the club, the emcee called out my name on stage for my b'dae suprise.. The whole club was wishing me happy b'dae.. But b4 everything i would like to apologise to u my love for being moody.. But last but not least, after 4yrs of being dubbed not fit, i've went for my first IPPT in 4yrs.. Well i'm still not that vey fit.. A bit weak on my chin up.. But  at least my 2.4km run, i came in 5th out of 30plus participant.. My timing abt 10mins plus.. Well baby, ur chubby_cheeks here is still fit.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Well i'm going to miss u baby for 2wks.. Damned dats long.. I hope u enjoy ur stay thr.. I'll be waiting for u come hm.. I LOVE U SO MUCH!! n miss u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-2955713579380130191?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/2955713579380130191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=2955713579380130191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2955713579380130191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2955713579380130191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-my-love.html' title='Thank you my love..'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-2721836962685528130</id><published>2008-12-09T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:47:00.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To HEARTBREAKERS..</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. To ppl whom had lost their love one to someone else, don't be a WIMP!! Move on with ur life n PLS for godsake spreading words which r untrue are a sin.. Life may not be fair @ times but dats how it had been destined.. Yeah, gracious words like "i wish i could turn back time" might be playing in ur head but DREAM ON!! Even time machine are a mythical.. The only true fact is dat MOVE ON!! N spreading the untrue facts about someone whom u had lost will nvr bring dat person back to u.. If u love someone let it go.. If the person still love u tey'll come back for u if not then is nvr meant to be.. Here's a piece of advice to those who listen to these ppl who loves to spread around words about someone which are not true, KNOW THE PERSON WELL FIRST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-2721836962685528130?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/2721836962685528130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=2721836962685528130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2721836962685528130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/2721836962685528130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-heartbreakers.html' title='To HEARTBREAKERS..'/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915655754446250529.post-8056092877918327803</id><published>2008-11-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:15:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915655754446250529-8056092877918327803?l=saharrudi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/feeds/8056092877918327803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915655754446250529&amp;postID=8056092877918327803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/8056092877918327803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915655754446250529/posts/default/8056092877918327803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saharrudi.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>Rudi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05156784375923188476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dJeGLp2xqB4/SB9IEYcyWmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/56HTRzpX7sg/S220/SSL13993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
