<?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-11710534</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:33:51.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-zLenGendz-</title><subtitle type='html'>Feel Free To Do Anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-3049569815556550888</id><published>2010-01-15T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:56:22.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script - Before The Worst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;It's been a while since the two of us talked&lt;br /&gt;About a week since the day you walked&lt;br /&gt;Knowing things would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;With your empty heart and mine full of pain&lt;br /&gt;So explain to me, how it came to this&lt;br /&gt;Take it back to the night we kissed&lt;br /&gt;It was Dublin city on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;You were vodkas and coke, I was Guinness all night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting with our backs against the world&lt;br /&gt;Saying things that we thought but never heard&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought it would end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;Where everything we talked about is gone &lt;br /&gt;And the only chance we have of moving on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is try to take it back &lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the worst, before we mend &lt;br /&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love again &lt;br /&gt;Before too late, before too long &lt;br /&gt;Lets try to take it back &lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, that we'd stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;Best friends talking till the daylight &lt;br /&gt;Took the joys alongside the pain&lt;br /&gt;With not much to loose, but so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;Are hearing me? Cause I don't wanna miss, &lt;br /&gt;Set you a drift on memory bliss &lt;br /&gt;It was Grafton Street on a rainy night &lt;br /&gt;I was down on one knee and you where mine for life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we're thinking we would never be apart &lt;br /&gt;With your name tattooed across my heart &lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought it would end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;Where everything we talked about is gone &lt;br /&gt;And the only chance we have of moving on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is try to take it back &lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the worst, before we mend &lt;br /&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love again &lt;br /&gt;Before too late, before too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Lets try to take it back &lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the clouds don't clear&lt;br /&gt;Then well rise above it, well rise above it&lt;br /&gt;Heavens gate is so near&lt;br /&gt;Come walk with me through &lt;br /&gt;Just like we use to, just like we use to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take it back &lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the worst, before we mend &lt;br /&gt;Before our hearts decide&lt;br /&gt;It's time to love again &lt;br /&gt;Before too late, before too long &lt;br /&gt;Lets try to take it back &lt;br /&gt;Before it all went wrong&lt;/span&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/11710534-3049569815556550888?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3049569815556550888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=3049569815556550888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/3049569815556550888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/3049569815556550888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/script-before-worst.html' title='The Script - Before The Worst'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-7032852319358478921</id><published>2008-02-11T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:58:35.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>Another Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;(Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead,&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hugh Grant)&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday,&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time,&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;(Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but i just don't see the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there,&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hugh Grant)&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light,&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night,&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh, Ooooooh, Ooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Middle-eight]&lt;br /&gt;(Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooh Ooooooooh. Ooooooooh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-7032852319358478921?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7032852319358478921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=7032852319358478921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/7032852319358478921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/7032852319358478921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-5370179813278807936</id><published>2008-02-11T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:48:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny</title><content type='html'>One Song To Recommend -&gt; "Jenny" by Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls me baby, then she won't call me.&lt;br /&gt;Says she adores me and then ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;She keeps her distance and sits on fences.&lt;br /&gt;Puts up resistance and builds defenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;You leave me hanging on the line.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First You say you won't, then you say you will.&lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I"m standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She needs her own space. She's playing mind games.&lt;br /&gt;Ends up at my place saying that she's changed.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;You got me going out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you say you won't, then you say you will.&lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, it's killing me. It's killing me. It's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you say you won't, then you say you will.&lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and I'm not moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you say you won't, then you say you will.&lt;br /&gt;You keep me hanging on, and we're not moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing still, Jenny. You got me on my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny. It's killing me. It's killing me. Jenny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-5370179813278807936?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5370179813278807936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=5370179813278807936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/5370179813278807936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/5370179813278807936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/jenny.html' title='Jenny'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-584782508738817278</id><published>2008-02-10T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:38:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day With Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;On a cool drizzly day, Mark has decided to ask Juliet out to East Coast Park(ECP) for a cycle. Although Mark knows its his first time going to ECP with a girl alone, he will try his very best to make her day better than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;He approaches Juliet and ask her for her permission to go out with her. Juliet agreed to him. Mark was very happy to hear her say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They met at a common interchange and took a bus from there to ECP. The funny thing was, both of them were not sure of where to drop and what bus to take. So from the bus interchange, they roughly took the bus that they were sure of they would make it to ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;After about an hour, they finally arrived at ECP. However, it was drizzling! As a result of that, they did not continue with the idea of cycling because Mark wasn't a very good cyclist. He had never really cycled before. So they took a break at Burger King(BK) to wait for the drizzle to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;About 15mins later, the rain still did not stop. So they decided that they should go on with their idea of cycling. They chose their bikes, got on and set off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;At first Mark was not really steady in riding it, but after awhile he got used to it. All thanks to Juliet. They went to one end of ECP to the other end. When they reached the furthest end, they took a rest under a shelter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;About 3 dogs with their owner walked past the shelter. The 3 dogs were really cute. Each of them had their own characteristic. 1 was obedient. 1 was playful. 1 was curious about the big drain just beside the walkway, as it walked past the drain, it continue to look into it. Kinda cute yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;While they were still sitting down alone, Mark was thinking that it was the right time &amp;amp; right place to confess to Juliet. He had in mind what he should be telling Juliet already. However, he did not have the courage to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So they began to cycle back to the kiosk. At this point of time, Mark had decided that he must do it now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : Juliet, I have something to tell a very long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet : What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : Something that is very important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet : What?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : Something that would change the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet : Wait, if you want to tell me something, just tell me. If you dont, den dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : Umm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;While they were having this conversation, Juliet almost knocked into another cyclist on the road. So they stopped to see if that cyclist was alright. Luckily nothing happened, so they continue to cycle back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet : Oh ya, what was that you wanted to tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*Silence for 5mins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : Will you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet : What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : Arg. Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;After this conversation took place, they were much quieter than ever. Mark was pretty dumb to not ask her to go steady with him. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;After returning their bikes, they walked back to the bus stop. While they were still at ECP on the way back, Juliet told Mark that she would have regretted coming out with him if she did not have the chance to push him into the water OR she has not been piggyback-ed by Mark. So Mark has to make a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark didn't like getting wet in the water because he was wearing a long pants and his shoes. How stupid of him to wear this outfit to the beach. So he chose to piggyback Juliet. He carried Juliet on his back from the beach, all the way through the underpass and out the underpass. How strong he is. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;After piggying-back her, Mark was really exhausted and dying x.X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They made their way to the bus stop and took a bus to J8 to grab something to eat. While on the bus, Juliet tried to sleep on Mark's shoulder but it was really uncomfortable because the leg space was too narrow for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;While at J8, Mark wanted to buy baby Tasmania for Juliet. However, it was sold out and there was only the medium and big size left. So they made their way back to the bus stop to get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As the gentleman, Mark waited for Juliet to board her bus first before he gets onto his bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When Juliet's bus came, she immediately asked Mark to stand up. He had no idea why she asked him to stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet : Stand up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mark : Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Juliet : Hurry up, stand up quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*Mark stands*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*Juliet hugs him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Aww. Mark got stunned and remained a "kookoo" for about a min. That was his very first time that someone hugged him voluntarily. He felt he was such a lucky man on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To Juliet, her favourite part of the day was when Mark piggyback-ed Juliet for a distance. The reason was probably it was her first time that someone piggyback-ed her. For Mark, every part of the day was memorable for him. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-584782508738817278?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/584782508738817278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=584782508738817278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/584782508738817278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/584782508738817278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-with-juliet.html' title='A Day With Juliet'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-4588151198799098030</id><published>2008-01-27T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:43:54.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark's losing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mark's Losing It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Weeks have past, Mark has been holding onto the love for Juliet. He dreamt of Juliet being taken away from Kelvin right in front of him. He was very desperate for Juliet. However, there are so many factors that is stopping him from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, Mark has not asked Juliet to go steady with him. He was afraid he would make another girl's heart break, or even his. What's more depressing is that, Mark's losing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has been feeling pain alone, all alone by himself. He still does not know if Juliet is sure of his feelings for her. Sometimes Mark felt that Juliet was playing around with him. The world is just so complicated. He must make things clear sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is coming up. He should think of something to do. But what? Should he end everything or just continue to feel pain inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-4588151198799098030?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4588151198799098030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=4588151198799098030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/4588151198799098030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/4588151198799098030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/marks-losing-it.html' title='Mark&apos;s losing it'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-7310951538268284587</id><published>2008-01-17T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:19:11.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>Why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Mark always feel dejected. Ever since the start of the new year, Mark stopped contacting Christine for almost the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons : Phone spoiled, Mark does not dare to chat with Christine becus he's afraid that he'll bore Christine to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has Mark been doing during the whole year without Christine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Mark has been touching up wif Juliet. Juliet is his classmate whom is always jovial. The way she talks to people is always full of energy. She can be very hyperactive at times. She's also very observant and she will mark people's words for real Well, besides that, she can be quiet at times and stay by a corner all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Juliet went on a school trip to Cameron Highlands once before with other schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;They also took part in an element project together and won a Gold Award. These events made them bond closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Mark &amp;amp; Juliet has been chatting for quite alot. In their conversations, they can get quite intimidate at times. Mark even asked her out. But of course, in the end, they didn't go out together. What's more surprising is that, Mark realized he has developed a feeling of attachment for her. However, he could not bring himself to express his love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's stopping him to go for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no idea why he likes her in the first place. Which part, which area, which character/behavior. He absolutely has no idea why he likes her. Furthermore, sometimes he feels that she's being too childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Mark continues to talk and flirt around Juliet. However, Mark feels that he is a failure in front of Juliet often. Partly because of Kelvin. Kelvin is Juliet's new partner in their home classroom. They got along quite well, in fact quite very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Mark feels about Kelvin is that he is in his way because of the way he talks to Juliet. The way he talks to Juliet is just like how he does it to the previous girl he likes. Mark doesn't know what's on Kelvin's mind, so he continues to act normally in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows he doesn't want to lose Juliet to someone else. But he couldn't do a thing less. All he could do is just to wait and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, he realize Christine's image is being flashed in his mind time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should he do? What could he do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-7310951538268284587?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7310951538268284587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=7310951538268284587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/7310951538268284587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/7310951538268284587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2008/01/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-2380080146377615607</id><published>2007-07-15T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:07:06.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lols. I found a new maths trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here goes. ( a^2 = a to the power of 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let a &amp; b = 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a = 1, b = 1        So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a = b   (multiply both sides by a) What will you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a^2 = ab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Subtract b^2 in both sides)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;a^2 - b^2 = ab - b^2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, you factorise em' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(a+b)(a-b) = b(a-b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok? Clear enuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now you divide both sides by (a-b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(a+b)(a-b) = b(a-b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-------------    -------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;    (a-b)         (a-b)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Right.. Now you "cancel", what will you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(a+b) = b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Substitute back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1 + 1 = 1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Obviously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2 = 1! Amazing huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-2380080146377615607?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2380080146377615607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=2380080146377615607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/2380080146377615607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/2380080146377615607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2007/07/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116902036289080577</id><published>2007-01-17T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:57:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suay ar today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Amaths lesson. I asked Mdm.Loh if i can continue using my sister's textbook. Its the older version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Everybody's using the new textbook, and its the new syllabus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "But this old textbook have more chapters than the old one. I can cancel the chapters we not going to study."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "No. Its different syllabus. You have to get the new book. The questions are different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "But this book more chapter. Questions i can look at *points at hong yao book*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "No! You cant depend on him. This is a selfish act. You have to get your own book"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Huh? What selfish act? I look at his book onli *interupted* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Ok. I dont want to quarrel with you. If you nvr complete your work you will get punishment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teacher walks away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZZ.. This commotion sounded like i was quarreling with my parent or somewhat like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5mins later it was about to bell ring. Mr.Arman, my history teacher came to find me. He is also one of the teacher in-charge of the prefects/counsellors. Before Mr.Arman could tell me anything, Mdm.Loh came to COMPLAIN to Mr.Arman about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Loh : "Is he a good prefect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Arman : "Ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Loh : "Can i complain something about him? Jus now har. He argue with me he dont want to buy the new Amaths book. Very stubborn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Arman : "Haha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mdm Loh walks back to class-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Arman : *opens mouth and laugh coldly* "What kind of nonsense you coming up with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i jus skipped what he asked. And carried on with what he wanted to tell me. O c'mon. Mdm Loh, its not that i DONT WANT to buy the book. Since when in our arguement did i say i DONT WANT to buy. I was jus checking sure if this older version is really not able to be used. Who in the WORLD said i DONT WANT to buy?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing words into my mouth huh? Its also such a SMALL matter. For what in the world did you COMPLAIN for?! I think Mr.Arman finds it a childish matter too. COMPLAIN QUEEN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms.Munira told my class that she recieved complains from teachers about this class too. I bet its Mdm.Loh that complained to her about my class =.= About all the small matters. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today rly unlucky ar. Go home. Walking to bathroom. Knocked on the door handle of my room. Pain ar my waist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out of bathroom. Knocked into a basket. =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116902036289080577?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116902036289080577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116902036289080577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116902036289080577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116902036289080577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2007/01/suay-ar-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116887012027715762</id><published>2007-01-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:08:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anybody seen a hamster walking on 2 legs only? Take a look at this video! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring : Ham Ham (MY Hamster)&lt;br /&gt;           My mum's feet, hands &amp; slippers =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qojArn-5HQM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heee. I dunno how to put the video here so dat u can watch. But either way is the same. Happy Watching ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116887012027715762?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116887012027715762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116887012027715762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116887012027715762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116887012027715762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2007/01/anybody-seen-hamster-walking-on-2-legs.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116876191946863437</id><published>2007-01-14T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:05:19.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this weather sia. So cooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night so cold till need wear blanket. Its like free air-con! Hehe. I hope the temperature will drop drop drop till -3*C. Everyday go school wun get hot. Jus wear jacket to school. Shiok ar! Or even better, temperature drop till it wud snow! WOOHOO!  It wud be recorded. 1st time in history. SINGAPORE IS SNOWING!! I doubt that would happen =.= ok. forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. The disadvantage of this rain is that. It floods singapore and malaysia. My towel wun dry. Clothes take a long time to dry, i cant wear them quickly. I have to take an umbrella along if i have to go out. Cannot play outdoor sports like basketball. My school has no indoor basketball court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116876191946863437?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116876191946863437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116876191946863437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116876191946863437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116876191946863437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-this-weather-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116860894407391726</id><published>2007-01-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:56:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoho. Im blogging. So sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually got alot of things to blog about. But i forgot like almost all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i remember is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO THE DENTAL CLINIC IN MY SCHOOL ON THURSDAY! AND IT WAS LIKE HELL! I went in without a worry. Calm~ lie down on the thingy. Den yin kang wait for his turn for abt an hour. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st thing the dentist did was..What? Prepare the equipments needed la. Duhh. &lt;br /&gt;Next, she put the tube that sucks out all my saliva into my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the real thing starts. She takes the small lil rounded mirror and her deadly weapon. The device works like a drill. It turns and turn round and round. The dentist then use it to dig out the bacteria and decayed teeth in the decayed hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my case. There's like.. 4 teeth which have holes in each. AND my left side of my mouth. One of the teeth, not the molar. Has a big hole! Sometimes i eat on that side, it rather hurts. Now that ive come to the dentist. I needed to repair it! So..The Drill went in the hole. For the 1st part. It was painful! For the 2nd, she told me to hang on!!! I think i felt the DRILL coming into contact wif my gum or the roots of my teeth. It HURT. PAIN AS HELL! HOLY COW! lol. She den put in the fillings and more fillings. Oh ya. Before she starting putting the fillings. She still had to use 1 device that GRABS onto ur teeth TIGHTLY. After putting that thingy, she continued DRILLING T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that teeth, she did another that was on the same side and everything was over. But not really OVER. I guggled(not sure if its correct) my mouth and small bits and pieces of the silvery stuffs came out. The dentist told me to eat on my right side from now onwards till that damned teeth is stronger. I went to the canteen after that and ate harshbrown and fish. I had to take a long time to finish it up becus i onli could use my right teeths to munch them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating.. I saw something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/basketballboi/Picture324.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Mr.Sighn scolding some girls who were playing under the rain in the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Now it do hurts a lil still. When i drink cold drinks or brush my teeth(spitting out the water) it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Thats all i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry, ive got pictures to upload! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not be offended by my pictures that are uploaded (Those ppl who are in there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after table tennis i took these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/basketballboi/Picture329.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Stephanie. Took by yuan xin. Nice pose huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/basketballboi/Picture331.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/basketballboi/Picture333.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both pictures have effect de leh. Made by myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. While we(Sheila, Yuan Xin, Jia Wen, Keith and me) were on the bus, Keith fell asleep. What am i trying to say? We are rather SNEAKY! We took photos of Keith falling asleep xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/basketballboi/Picture335.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at him going downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/basketballboi/Picture338.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHAHAAH! I dont think keith knows my blog. Dun tell him! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116860894407391726?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116860894407391726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116860894407391726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116860894407391726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116860894407391726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116791903814126646</id><published>2007-01-04T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:57:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sec 3 liao. Long pants liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of school during recess, while walking towards the last stall at the end, ms.Siti who's teaching D&amp;T suddenly told me "Wah?! U suddenly shoot so much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh..It's the long pants that makes me "tall" la ms.siti. Illusion just over took ur mind~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day jus collect our time-table and know which teacher's teaching us. No more things le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day. More familiarise wif my lvl? Haha. The only thing i want to blog about is my dental checkup T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my 1st period of Chemistry, I went back to our "home room", Jeston told me that we have to go for our dental checkup at 1+. Den ok lor. During chinese lesson, Enos,Hong Yao and some1 else. I forgot who. psps. They went together and came back together within 10mins. If im not wrong, they said the dentist ask them to come back after school. After school, all boys go to the dental clinic together. Den its all PACKED. Wen Huan, Jian Wei and Yong Chay changed their appointment to Tues afternoon. Yong Chay change becus there was Table Tennis and i din noe =.= Nobody informed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i waited for about 3hrs? Finally my turn. My turn took abt 5mins, while the rest took about 10mins =.= I GOT TOOTH DECAY! Issit correct to put it as tooth decay? o.O&lt;br /&gt;The dentist say my teeths got small holes and needs treatment!! She also said she need about 45mins to complete the whole thing. So she asked me to choose a day next week to come back for the treatment. Tues - during lesson time, Thurs/Fri - after school. I chose Thurs lor. She say got small small holes. Its not so serious de. But got few holes to be done. So have to do many things. Thats why it takes a longer time. Haii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Before my dental checkup, I play around wif the NPCCs. Dribble abit of basketball and talk talk lor..Wei Jing laugh is. Ummmmm...O.O My-mama. My-ahma. Burma..Puma..Pumarr..Purmar..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Jing, if ure reading this. Myanmmar. Shud be correct la. Nvr look at map. Wei Jing, if ure readin this, tell me ur e-mail add.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116791903814126646?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116791903814126646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116791903814126646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116791903814126646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116791903814126646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2007/01/sec-3-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116763915110912486</id><published>2007-01-01T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:12:31.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a brand new year! Its 2007!! Wooo..Hope all ur plans goes smoothly! I dunno wad to say liao. Happy New year again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116763915110912486?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116763915110912486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116763915110912486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116763915110912486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116763915110912486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everybody-its-brand-new.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116714312914197946</id><published>2006-12-26T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:25:29.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Belated Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth to post. School reopening. Going to be stressful i guess. My subjects chosen are quite..Difficult. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116714312914197946?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116714312914197946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116714312914197946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116714312914197946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116714312914197946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/12/belated-merry-christmas-everyone-nth.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116524977028325272</id><published>2006-12-04T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:29:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Dec</title><content type='html'>4th Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoooOOOOoooo...Today is a fun fun fun day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7am, woke up and get ready to go school for Table Tennis. BUT. Not really go dere for table tennis training. wahaha..Jus go dere and do "physical training" Which is..*ahem* Jus warming up and run 3 rounds around the 3rd lvl of school. Abit..Too lil for "physical training", but wadeva. Its to help those overweight guys. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school..Saw Jia jie and Jia Hao sitting by the wall. Kent and me joined them. Ming Kwang arrived. All so dead..So i on a cute lil song. LOL. a Christmas song sung by Donald Duck! So..The words are..Quack quack quack quack..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher arrived..I told him i had to leave after the physical training..So..It means i just go to school for half an hr! Waste bus fare =.=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher say.."Aiyo..Gary ar..Be serious in the training leh.." LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was about to go..He said, "Something important ha..Ok lor..go lor go lor.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots. I half lied =x  It was important though..Its my 6C GATHERING!!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and washed up again..2nd time in lyk..an hr? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i wanted to find my long sleeves shirt. But it was no where to be found! I asked my maid to look for it. She says it couldn't be found. Called my mum and blah blah blah blah..The whole thing took more than 15mins. In the end..Still couldn't be found. So i wore the new long sleeves shirt. Suddenly mum called and said, er-jie mayb took my shirt for filming..Lmao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i rushed out and head for Mac. On the way, i called samuel. He told me their already on the way to MRT station -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to make my LONG way dere. When i reached the escalator that goes down to the MRT. Samuel, Hock Seng &amp; Chuan Ming were waiting dere for me liao. Suddenly Samuel dye hair~ Hock Seng..Nice hair..LOL! Bigg difference. Den later we met Ying Ying and her fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those lor shuo 1 i dun say la..Hmm..Yah..Reached Jurong Centre. Made our way to the Ice Skating place. Quite cold when we went in. If u jus stay at one place, watching others, ull feel cold. But when ure inside, it'll make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to buy a pair of $2 gloves each. Made our way to the counter. Made the payment and went in get our shoes. Samuel wore the shoe fastest. The 3 of us, still struggling to tie our laces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood up with the skates! Stable..Stable..Steady! Ok. Den we went to the "ice area"? All held onto the barrier. Slowly WALKED. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel was the one who was skating all over. 2nd person was chuan ming. BUT! ALWAYS banging into ppl..Ppl are only those he knows. Lol? Den later i slowly learn lor. Its abit lyk Roller Blading. Jus dat its more..Fun and steady? More..nice la..lol. Style is almost lyk roller blading oso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked into a girl! She was coming by my left side, I was moving forward. I dunno how to stop or turn. Lol. Den..Ba-Boom. Who fell? ZzZ..She fell instead of me =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel almost knocked down a small girl. But he caught her. Haha. So good. Not lyk me T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tlking abt Hock Seng..He nvr realli skate. Mostly walk and hold onto the barrier. Lol. Walk oso lyk penguin. Haha. Out of 2hrs. Only abt half an hr used to "skate" for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ying leh..She helped a stranger learn how to skate. Aha..About her friend..I dunno. Always see her at the bench. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a number of pros showing off their skills in the middle of the area. Turn and turn and turn and spin and spin and spin. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our fun time dere..We the 4 boys, took a cab to bugis. While the girls did not want to follow. So..Farewell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached bugis, went to find Linda at her working place in Bugis Village. Couldn't find her. So we went to eat our lunch at Burger King 1st. Later we went back to the village to find her. Comb the whole area for an hr more or less. NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! Called her..She suddenly said to samuel. Its opposite my previous old working shop. Wad da hell..It was inside a small space. The name shop oso cant be seen. Blocked by clothes from other shops. She oso so small..Cannot see her xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais..stand beside her muz look down. LOL. *psps*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when we going off, we prank her. Samuel bought a cup of Ribena..Wadeva u spell it. Den gave it to Linda. We said it was from Chuan Ming. Aha! Chuan Ming was still buying his drink. No Worries. Aha. Den later we went to Bugis Junction and find the arcade. But couldn't find. Samuel suggested on going to Suntec's arcade..It was around 6+ liao..I quickly show them the way to the arcade xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Mario Card. Woot! Samuel quite pro. About me..*nth to say* Chuan Ming still nt bad. Hock Seng nvr play at all. Cus need $1 coin. But he onli had 50cent coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing, went back to Bugis village and bought drinks. Chuan Ming da kan chiong fellow. Walk and walk and walk so fast till he dunno where he walking. He was walking blindly. The 3 of us, stood and watched him. LOL. So bad sia..Den 2mins later he turned back and came bak. AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, we went to correct way, he's the 1 who is walking fast again. Went to buy drink liao, met Linda again. Linda told Chuan Ming "Thank You". Chuan Ming nvr replied "Welcome". AHA. cus he dunno we prank him. He still said, i nvr do anything wad..why say ty. LOL. Den we went off lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT go Payar Lebar. Crowded lyk..WOo..So many ppl. Bad time to take trains. Cus everybody knock off liao. Den later we took 76 back. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN EVERYONE! xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116524977028325272?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116524977028325272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116524977028325272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116524977028325272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116524977028325272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/12/4th-dec.html' title='4th Dec'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116434315353995365</id><published>2006-11-24T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:33:05.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 16</title><content type='html'>Part 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 1day since Mark has contact Christine. At 12am, Mark smsed Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to her, now you're happy go lucky lahh. She told him nope, not really. Because she still has some other confidential stuffs that makes her upset. Those confidential stuffs also makes Mark sad. It's really heartbreaking to hear those stuffs. Really..It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept thinking about it. The more he thinks, the more he gets angry and heartbroken. Just cant stop thinking about it. He feels very infuriated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine told him what other stuffs they did together. Mark felt lyk punching some walls or somebody. Its really heartbreaking to hear the person you lyk having so much fun with another guy/gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with confidential stuff, they chatted all the way till 3:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Mark went online and immediately went to find the person he always chats with and told that person what happened. Of course, that person gave him advices again. Those advices makes him go in between 2 choices. Really complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116434315353995365?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116434315353995365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116434315353995365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116434315353995365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116434315353995365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-16.html' title='Part 16'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116434254718323910</id><published>2006-11-24T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:29:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 15</title><content type='html'>Part 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark hasn't been contacting Christine for 2days, 48hours. Untill Christine smsed him to call her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark called her while playing his computer games. They did not really chat long though. Christine was on the phone giggling away, while Mark on the other side was trying to keep his heart steady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Christine was giggling about was that, in the early afternoon, she had lots of fun with the person she likes. Mark asked what did she and him do. Christine did not want to tell him. Mayb it was quite embarrassing. Mark thoughts ran wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, they put down the phone. Mark went to find his friend online to chat with. He spilled his heart out. He typed out his thoughts. His friend gave him advices about giving up and not giving up. Mark always tries to stay on longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116434254718323910?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116434254718323910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116434254718323910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116434254718323910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116434254718323910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-15.html' title='Part 15'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116434210586485670</id><published>2006-11-24T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:21:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Come Back</title><content type='html'>Part 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Come Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark hasn't been contacting Christine for 24hrs. Untill he decides he must sms Christine or somehow contact her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night at about 12am..Mark sms Christine to see how's she doing. She said not totally fine afterall. Mark asked why and what happened. They chatted for about an hour or so. When the conversation's about to end, Christine said to him this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it always I want the person never accompany me but its you? Always when im down, its always you who is there to accompany me but its not him. Heaven wants me to be with you or him? But i wonder who really loves me deeply. Sigh.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving this, Mark nvr forgets his position. He's just a friend of Christine. So he just reply, mayb the person you love is busy at the moment. So he might not make it to chat with you. Nevertheless, he still makes an effort to call you in the night to chat with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark really, really wish to tell how much he loves Christine. Just that he dont have that big chance and that right time to tell her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116434210586485670?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116434210586485670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116434210586485670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116434210586485670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116434210586485670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/come-back.html' title='The Come Back'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116390762935548912</id><published>2006-11-19T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:46:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooo! Yesterday on the 18th November 2006 had fun at East Coast! It was our 6C gathering with Ms.Tan!! Our 4th or 5th gatherings we had already! Cool right? I wonder if Ms.Tan still have other gatherings with her previous batches of students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous day, on the 17th, i went to school to play basketball with some of my frens. We played for abt an hr or so..Den we went to the NPCC room and chit chat..Later on we went to blk 107 to eat. I din eat though, only Stessen's French Fries! Hahas. Den i went home, while the rest went back to school. When i was in the NP room, Thinzar sms-ed me how am i going to east coast tml. I told her i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i got home and bathed, i called Thinzar. She said she want somebody accompany her. I told her ask any other girls want go with her not lo..Den in the end I agreed to follow her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, 18th November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Yuan called at 4+ and ask if i want to accompany him and go together. I ask him call Thinzar and ask her lo. Thinzar agreed den 3 of us went together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Thinzar downstairs my block 1st den we went to the bus stop and board the bus Zhi Yuan was in(76). The previous day, i checked out the map on how to go to east coast. I remember, after see-ing a circle, 3 bus stops and alight dere. However..After i saw the circle, the bus uncle stopped at the 1st bus stop and went to pee! We waited for him and waited for the 2nd and 3rd stops. Who knows..He made a turn and went back the same way home. Lucky enuff, we went to ask him how to get to east coast. We dropped immediately at the next stop and walked back. It was a LONG distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through the underpassage way, and..Wah la~ East Coast~ We made our way to pit 49. The fire has already been set up by samuel(Best in BBQ-ing). Most of them have already reached. Samuel, Fu sheng, Aaron went to cycle their bikes. After they cycle, Zhi Yuan and me went to return the bikes to the kiosk. We ride a little longer though. It's been quite a long time since i ride a bike. So..I was REALLY shaky. Cannot control my directions. Always suddenly turn abit left den right den left..Den muz stop. Lols. After we returned, my hands all sweaty and im all hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel cooked our Chicken Wings for us! As well as Chicken Fangs(Hot dogs). Talking about food. Sin Yee brought Bee Hoon, Chocolate Cake, Fishballs, Jelly cake, Marshmellow, Sweets, Pizza, Potatoes. Think that's about all. Orange juice for drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating our chicken wings and hot dogs, we BBQ-ed our Marshmellow(s). Each of us took 1 satay stick each and 1/2 marshmellow. I took 2 sticks and 1 marshmellow on each. I intended to take 1 stick to Thinzar and 1 stick myself. Who knows..The guys gathered together without me..They discussed smth..They called out to me, took out my wallet and gave to Ms.Tan, PULLED and PUSHED me VERY hard into the Mysterious &amp; Dark Sea. They pushed and pushed untill at the very edge of the waves. They did 1 last push and im stepping on water only. Lucky for me xD I ran~~~~ Slipper dropped. They chased~~ -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually..I wun mind if its in the afternoon. Ill let you guys push me for all u care into the water. Cus i'll be able to see things in the afternoon. Duhh..But crazy ppl..So dark push me in water..I forgot how to swim xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pushed me into the water a 2nd time..I ran again..But now up to the sandy area xD Samuel found my slipper. *Phew*  Aaron's slipper was missing-in-action! Woo! Goody~ Because he was the one who's behind me pushing me the most. After 10mins or so Fu Sheng found it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we played True &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Dare. Why issit True &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt; Dare? Because the 1st person who gets pointed, get to do True. The 2nd person will do Dare, and so on..I think i was the 2nd or 1st person to get pointed when i jus sat down -.-"&lt;br /&gt;I think i had to eat 10 Marshmellows. But in the end i jus ate 1. Kinda stupid xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spinned it next, it was Thinzar. It's true. If i remember correctly, i asked her..ehh..No. CM(Chuan Ming) *wadeva u spell* Suggested to ask "Have you Play Chinese Chess before". She said Yes. Wahaha. Lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, she spinned. The bottle pointed at me -.-" Wad was the dare?! Strip off my shirt. Lmao. I went near the sea and stripped. No worries. Too dark. Cannot see anything. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i spinned. Pointed dunno who..Den forgot le. Hehe. The game goes on and on..After dat, we went back to the BBQ pit. We played another game. We used the Satay sticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game's about. Everybody take 1 stick from Samuel's hand and see who gets "Wang", "1" or "2". The person who gets Wang gets to decide what 1 do to 2 or 2 do to 1. Kind of..fun game if everybody participates well in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things suggested by all Wangs is onli 2 things. Peck on the cheek or shake hands. Lmao. If its the same gender, it'll be a peck. If its a boy and girl, it'll be shaking of hands only. Nth much for the boy and girl part -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 games, a few by a few went home. I only know Adeline had a lift from Sin Yee's parents. Thinzar waited for her parents to come fetch her. Samuel, Chuan Ming, Zhi yuan and me took a taxi home. We waited for a taxi about 10-15mins. No Taxi available..All hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, or somehow. 3 empty cabs came in a row together. There were quite a big group of people waiting for taxi too. They took the 1st 2 cabs. We took the last! Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, the 3 of them had alot to talk. Fun hearing them talk. The taxi driver is also a good taxi driver. Quite good la in that sense. He never complain when Chuan Ming opened the window because he had no reception on his phone. Made me want to laugh. So cute. LOL! Zhi Yuan dropped a coin somewhere in the car, den the uncle immediately on the light for him to see. So good. When we were near Paya Lebar already, 3 of them plus the taxi driver smelled something lyk..Someone just farted. I was slow, 1min later than i can smell. lols. 4 of them quickly unwind the windows. Lol. Drama sia..Den the Uncle told us its the sewage that made the air-con bring in stink air. So we knew nobody farted. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel dropped 1st, we said good bye. 2nd is me. Followed by Chuan ming den Zhi Yuan. Chuan Ming and me paid $4, Samuel paid $3. Why? He got the excuse because he cooked the Chicken Wings for Zhi Yuan. lol. I dunno how much Zhi Yuan Paid, cus he last 1 to alight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home, hope we will have another gathering somewhere next year. A Fun One!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116390762935548912?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116390762935548912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116390762935548912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116390762935548912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116390762935548912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/wooo-yesterday-on-18th-november-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116351084159434606</id><published>2006-11-14T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:27:21.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys! i've made a new hotmail account. It's chocolatefreaks_1@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i made this account. I've been eating chocolate..Chocolate waffle..Chocolate conflake..Hello Panda chocolate..Hot chocolate..Teddy bear biscuit which is also chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate this all within..4days? &gt;.&lt; Now having sore throat. Painn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116351084159434606?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116351084159434606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116351084159434606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116351084159434606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116351084159434606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/heys-ive-made-new-hotmail-account.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116323353598331770</id><published>2006-11-11T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:25:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys everybody! Videos from the chalet uploaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uygPS_micnE  &lt;---yum seng de..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gidZLPfMxsc   &lt;---slacking at mac de..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116323353598331770?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116323353598331770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116323353598331770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116323353598331770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116323353598331770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/heys-everybody-videos-from-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116307091110059713</id><published>2006-11-09T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:29:25.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 13</title><content type='html'>Ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Mark has his class chalet. This time, with Christine. It was fun after all. Mark has jus missed out the very golden opportunity of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very memorable chalet with his class. They played games and stuffs. Mark could not just forget that he missed out the very very golden opportunity. He wanted to talk more to Christine and try to get closer. If it wasn't possible, it was possible for a photo. Mark did not choose it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very difficult for Mark now becus he jus lost his very golden opportunity. To Christine, it might be nothing. It might be a wonderful and a great memorable chalet they had. Christine can still go crazy all over for the guy she likes. Mark can still wait and see what happens to Christine's relationship. He's still going to regret everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not wait till the very last moment to see your love one walk away with another person. There isn't much time. Treasure every moment you have with the person you like. Lose it and its gone..Forever. Time do not turn back. Either TREASURE the very precious moments of your life before it fades away lyk nobody's buisness. Choose this choice or regret it. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more thing. No use clinging on when you see its meaningless. You have to let go at sometimes. Have the ability to let go. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116307091110059713?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116307091110059713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116307091110059713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116307091110059713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116307091110059713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-13.html' title='Part 13'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116307043719254786</id><published>2006-11-09T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:07:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bored. Jus woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus now sleep i thought i slept for more than 12hrs. I woke up slightly, i see the sky is grey..i thought i slept till next day evenin. Lol. Den i think again..Zzz..Cannot be..Only few hrs..Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure everything you have before your eyes. Either take this choice or regret the rest of your life. Grab hold of every moment that will cost u to remember for your whole life. Make it a happy and memorable 1. Dun make it a unhappy and regretful 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116307043719254786?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116307043719254786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116307043719254786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116307043719254786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116307043719254786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116304648283049243</id><published>2006-11-09T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:28:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet with 2e2</title><content type='html'>2e2's Chalet has ended..! Has ended..! Never to worry 2e2's "spirit" and "friendship" will be still be there. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepal students will still be hyper-active and friendly forever.&lt;br /&gt;The Kevin, Hong Yao brothers will still be of course brothers. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, i lazy write opening. Soz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st event that happened to me before i reach the chalet was..Suddenly Shu min, Xue li, Yu Xian and Stessen came aboard the same bus as me when taking the bus 354 or 384 to Downtown East.(Actually i already spotted them xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us went to Cheers and waited for the rest. We're suppose to be there at 2pm. We were there 40mins earlier. We're..Fools? Or too kan chiong xP&lt;br /&gt;Since nobody was dere yet, we decided to go to the bowling alley and book the lane. We walk..and walk..walk till we reached a dead end. Ended up being watched by the construction site workers. So the bowling alley has been closed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Wee tat, Chin Kai, Ki Meng, Winson, Daniel. After that we decided to play pool! I wonder how's that possible. Stessen suggests we go country club there and play. We went to the pool room. Inside consists KTV..Chairs..Air-con which has no sensor..So i dun see a reason why they shud still put it dere -.-  &lt;br /&gt;Before we paid money to play the full game, we took the sticks and tryout first. Among all of us, i can only see Stessen and Wee Tat experienced. The rest..1st timer, or played few times only without coaching. We played with the white ball so freely..Untill Yu Xian try to shoot the ball in. She hits the ball, the ball goes in the hole! Nice 1!  What happens next is the ball got stuck within the table =.=&lt;br /&gt;I can conclude..Not everything goes smoothly everytime..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as there's no white ball to play, we were not properly attired too, we had no choice but to leave. When we were heading back, Alphonso was waiting for us somewhere in the country club. Haha. So we left and head for Cheers. These naughty people ar..Ask Stessen to buy beer. Surprisingly..Stessen managed to fool the cashier and bought the vodka or beer. The cashier must have been a girl..Obesssed with his charming looks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to help Pei Ting, Si xu, Thinzar, Ivy to carry the BBQ stuffs. I think nobody else. We met Sze Hui(Organiser) before Stessen bought the drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we head for the chalet! Err..I dunno what room. Lol. We stayed in the room and played cards. While Pei Ting and Sze Hui went to fetch the Nepal classmates. Everybody was here. Videos and pictures were taken. We wanted to go escape theme park but some said it was close. So we stayed in the room till 4 or 5+ we started lighting up the fire. Kind of crazy. Conclusion = Boredom leads to insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stessen, Chin Kai, Wee Tat and some other girls were at the pit first. After that the girls came back to enjoy air-con, i went out and help out a little. After we got the Fire going, we had the satay(pre-made), chicken wings(already had satay sticks in them before starting the fire), Marshmellow(Poked them with sticks before starting fire), HotDogs(same) &amp; the japanese hotdog(same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat eat eat till 7pm..The nepalise girls and some others were waiting in the room to do the countdown to 7pm. Why? Watch Goong. They had fun watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the Goong, we played some games. The 1st game we played was.."Merry-go-round". Have to walk with someone the opposite gender round the block we are staying. Actually we are suppose to hold hands, but we din. This was the only 1st round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd round was to drink a cup of Mixed drinks. It consits of Coke, 7up, Green Tea, Bird Nest, Grass Jelly. Some people said it was nice. When i drank it,the taste went this way, &lt;strong&gt;7up- coke - green tea - grass jelly&lt;/strong&gt;. I dun taste bird nest. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had those kind of short sticks..U light it up and it will give off sparks. Dunno what's dat called. Ya..We stuffed them into the ground and made the word "2E2". Stessen did the job. Before we started taking photos, we invited our neighbour to help us take photo. He came out and helped us take. It was quite nice though. After that we played with the remainding sticks left! We made our very own haze! PSI must have gone up abit at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun has almost totally ended here. Those not staying overnight went home, leaving 8 of us behind. We took photos after everything. We went to bathe and get clean up. We then left for a walk outside the chalet. We went Mac to drink something and eat nuggets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to the chalet to play cards. We got a letter of notice of "Noise Pollution". I guess we made too much noise while having fun. haha. While playing, we also had to tell ourselves, Shhh...Shhh..Shhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played till 3+. Arnd 2-3+, we received a door knock. We all got frightened and all kept quiet for awhile and went to check the door. There was nobody dere. I guess there was somebody dere at first. They jus knock on our door to scare us and make us keep quiet so that they can have some peace. haha. Zhi Yuan said it was next door or something lyk dat. *ps* Both "next door" there is nobody staying in dere. So..mayb my guess is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that..We all slept. Tried to..though. This joker, Ki Meng, kept on cracking jokes and make us laugh. Good Joker. Lol. His jokes all craps. So we laugh. While most of us were asleep, suddenly Thinzar phone rang~~~ VIP calling~ VIP calling~ talk and talk untill go outside door talk. Zhi Yuan cant sleep because it was quite noisy. So he went out alone to Mac and bought his breakfast. It was 4+ that he had his breakfast. Lol. I also cant sleep. So we both went out to the open space, near the BBQ pits. Not near ours. We went out and lie down on the chairs. We lie down to count stars and chit chat here and dere. Lol. While Thinzar sitting outside the door dere chatting with a special person. LOl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost about 6+, Zhi Yuan decides to sleep. He went to sleep for about 2hrs. Sze Hui has already woken up. Ki Meng and i did not sleep at all i guess. We 3, at 7am went out and look at birds flying. lol. We waited till 8am den we went to eat our breakfast at the hawker centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went home! Home sweet Home~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116304648283049243?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116304648283049243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116304648283049243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116304648283049243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116304648283049243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/chalet-with-2e2.html' title='Chalet with 2e2'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116279329916626902</id><published>2006-11-06T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:12:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 12</title><content type='html'>Part 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has been wanting to watch a movie titled Deathnote. He did not have the chance to watch it. Either some of his friends have already watched it or some did not have the interest to watch it. So he decides to ask Christine if she has watched it already or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One peaceful night, Mark sms-ed Christine and ask her if she has watched the movie already or not. She told Mark she havent watch it, and she included the movie is scary. Mark told Christine that he wanted to watch it very much but nobody is dere to watch with him. So Christine told him she wants to watch, but her holidays are pretty packed up with activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Mark heart sank. The conversation ended there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, after sms-ing or talking on the phone with Christine, Mark will definately dream of Christine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night Mark and Christine were sms-ing about the movie, Mark had quite a unrealistic and courageous dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Christine went out to catch a movie together and had dinner. After that, somehow Christine had her luggage and wanted to go to the airport to catch her flight. Mark knew he had to go home because it was already quite late. Talking about the time, it wasn't a good thing for a girl to be walking or be alone by herself. So Mark accompanied her and sat the same bus as her. When they reach the airport, somehow Mark also had his luggage with him. Now he decides to follow Christine along with her flight. Their 1st thing to do before boarding the plane was to go through the security counter. Mark was confuse and did a second thought about following her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he was awoken by the noise made around his surrounding. It was quite a crazy dream for Mark too. I guess he will not forget this dream either. I doubt he will tell Christine about this dream too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116279329916626902?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116279329916626902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116279329916626902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116279329916626902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116279329916626902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-12.html' title='Part 12'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116209317903306898</id><published>2006-10-29T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:46:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Mark and Christine sms-ed for abt an 1hr or so on the phone by sms. For the 1st time, Mark told Christine about his relationship problem with the girl he likes, which was also Christine herself. Christine gave Mark some advices though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mark, it was quite a short conversation but a interesting one. When Mark wanted to sleep already, he told Christine 1st before going to bed. Mark thought Christine wouldn't reply to the good nite message. So he went to bed first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did he expect, the next morning he woke up on-ing his handphone, he received a message from Christine. The message was from last night. The message consist of 2 "nite" 1 "sweet dream" and "dream of me :)". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark felt relief and feel that he should not stop preventing himself from loving her. Instead he should just wait and see what happens to her and the person she likes before making his move. If there's some kind of fate between Mark and Christine, Christine would probably be with Mark at the end. If Mark and Christine dont really have any kind of fate, Mark might not have Christine and Christine will go along with the guy she like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything really depends on fate and destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116209317903306898?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116209317903306898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116209317903306898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116209317903306898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116209317903306898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-11-once-again-mark-and-christine.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116192484806316915</id><published>2006-10-27T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:54:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark smsed Christine that night and they chatted for abt half an hr. After that Christine suggested that Mark should call her because sms takes a long time. So Mark called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine has a guy she like herself. Mark knew that too. Mark never thought of confessing to Christine yet. Instead, he decides to listen to what Christine has to say about her relationship with the guy she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone, Christine had quite a hard time telling Mark about her love life. She was quite shy to tell Mark about it because it wasn't a very common thing to talk about on the phone with a boy. Mark now realizes what Christine is going through.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hard thing for Mark to do because, he likes Christine and he is listening to Christine love problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hr later, a 2nd line comes in from Christine's handphone. She went to the 2nd line, and came back to Mark. Mark said "It's your favourite boy right". Christine replied " yee..yarhh..I'll call you back later k?" Mark told her not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Mark put down the phone. It was quite a good period for Mark to get to talk to Christine. It was also a depressing period for Mark when his rival comes in. &lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Mark couldn't do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116192484806316915?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116192484806316915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116192484806316915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116192484806316915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116192484806316915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-10-mark-smsed-christine-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116186869368272048</id><published>2006-10-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T11:29:10.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahh..i got 68.4% for my overall percentage..Alot and much more people beaten me..Mostly 70% and above. Sadz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we recevied an offical announcement from Mr.Arman. That announcement is meant for prefects and student leaders in the school. We, the prefects and student leaders, will be becoming &lt;strong&gt;COUNCILORS&lt;/strong&gt;. Which means we have been promoted to a higher rank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the last day of school. Sec 1,2,3 will be ascending to the next level. We will be experiencing much more new things. All of us will be looking at all new fresh topics. Much more difficult topics. The key to success is hardwork and determination! Everybody work hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays will be starting from today onwards. Many people will be going overseas for a break~ Some people might be bored to death at home..And some..Studying hard for next year. E.g Jeston. *saw him reading chem/bio book after exam*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 3rd Nov, i will be going for the Sports Student Leader Camp. Teacher will be bringing us to Singapore Sports School (SSS). Some programmes will be waiting for us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day in Nov, might be 7-10 Nov, ill be going to the chalet with some friends! BBQ! Escape! Fun! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb on 18 Nov, i might be going for my 06' 6c BBQ party at east coast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all =)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116186869368272048?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116186869368272048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116186869368272048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116186869368272048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116186869368272048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/10/wahh.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116177672790121666</id><published>2006-10-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:45:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classroom slacking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its after the year-end examinations and results have been returned! Mark scored quite well for his papers. Althought that, he dont know Christine's marks yet. He dont want to know too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the lessons, they were allowed to discuss among themselves. Christine, somehow came over near Mark's desk. Mark couldn't wait, haha. He "grip" himself and told himself to &lt;strong&gt;OPEN &lt;/strong&gt; his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st sentence he said wasn't clear, but sort of soft and blur. Well, good try for Mark. Christine carried on the "conversation". She asked him to lend her his handphone, mark did as what he was told to. Christine edited some stuffs which Mark last preferred. From that point onwards, he just used what Christine helped him to edit. His friends around him wanted to borrow his handphone from him, but Mark refused. They called him bias!!! *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has got nothing to say, just kept his best to just laugh it off. Anyway, it's Mark's wonderful day. He finally, finally! Talked to Christine face to face after a long period. He still took some pictures of Christine! What a great day for Mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116177672790121666?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116177672790121666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116177672790121666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116177672790121666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116177672790121666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/10/part-9-classroom-slacking-time-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-116125465892637943</id><published>2006-10-19T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:44:18.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>Fish. This post is going to be about fishes and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about fishes. Where they stay, where are they kept. How do they eat.&lt;br /&gt;Think about children. Where they stay, where they are kept. How do they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes bought by people are kept in a fish tank. When fishes are kept in the fish tank, they have no where to run, or hide. No freedom. Jus kept in an enclosed area.&lt;br /&gt;But! If they are not caught by sea divers or people who catches fish in the sea, they will live in their natural habitat, in the ocean that knows no boundaries. The fish is free to swim anywhere in the ocean. This does not mean that there is no dangers. The fish must learn how to hunt for food themselves. No longer fed by their owners. They must learn how to protect and get cover for themselves, or they will be caught by their predators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about children, ain't children's life and fishes life the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-116125465892637943?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/116125465892637943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=116125465892637943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116125465892637943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/116125465892637943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/10/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115963566581632252</id><published>2006-09-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:11:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 8</title><content type='html'>Hah..Been a long time since ive wrote my Part 8! ill start now~ Give me ur heart and soul into my story~ =) Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some night in the 3rd week of August, Mark was sms-ing Christine again,as usual. Mark was talking to her about the days they had during their primary school days. Christine joined in too. They chatted about their old classmates whom each and every one of them have their own 'speciality'. The time when the whole class made a fool out of the teacher. The time when funny thing happens, for like when the whole class teased Mark &amp; Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reached the part when they talked abt the time when and how Mark tried to woo Christine, they didn't feel awkward. But somehow, Mark said smth abt trying to love her a second time. Christine thought he was for real. But that wasn't what Mark meant, or he really does. Mark was trying to know if dere was a second chance for him. But instead, Christine took it for real and she said it wasn't possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of complicated in there. They debated somehow. But anyway, from that day onwards, there was this 'cold war' building up between them. It was constructed by the message Mark sent. Mark's fault !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to take things slowly..And woosh! What has he gotten himself to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month past, the cold wall is still between them. Real cold. No conversations, no eye contacts, no nothing at all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1 night, Mark decides to do something abt the cold wall. Or else, he would lose Christine. That easily. He tries to put some heat into the cold wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very night when Mark was studying for his year end exams, he decides to do some basic things to melt the cold wall. He did so by sms-ing Christine. He sent her some lame stuffs to warm things up and started to have a convo wif her! Smart eh? He tried to ask her who does she like. She did not tell Mark the exact profile of him..But she told him the stories of her life with the person she likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chit-chat here and dere..In the end, still end up saying good nite and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's trying his very best! He needs some plan or smth. May be go for facial, go and learn some stuffs about capturing a girl's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he read a magazine which says that libra(his horoscope), this month will have a very good mood and a good love life. So who knows something good might happen in this month to him! Mark wants to confess his love to Christine! And spill out all of his feelings and thoughts to Christine! Mark hopes that everything will go the way he wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115963566581632252?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115963566581632252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115963566581632252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115963566581632252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115963566581632252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/09/part-8.html' title='Part 8'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115658487616574257</id><published>2006-08-26T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:34:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im tired of carrying on my story. Day by Day. Nothing good is going to happen out of Mark and Christine. Isn't it best for them to be best friends? Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115658487616574257?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115658487616574257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115658487616574257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115658487616574257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115658487616574257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-tired-of-carrying-on-my-story.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115467535540047714</id><published>2006-08-04T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:09:15.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 7</title><content type='html'>Okay..Here comes Part 7!!   *Clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, Mark's friend has been wondering why Mark dare not admit that he likes Christine. Recently, Mark has been writing in his blog about his own life. He wrote some events about Christine too. Most of his friends know that he likes Christine. But they still do not know why Mark dare not admit to Christine. Is he a coward? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the Mark. Mark's not a scaredy cat boy when it comes to "love". He wants to change for a much better relationship with Christine. All over again. This is what he thinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to take it slowly with her. He wants to be like a close friend with Christine. He wants to be like an everyday friend to her. It doesn't always mean that someone is a cowardly person when he doesn't wants to admit something like this. Mark just wants time. He wants to have more time with Christine, rather than just rushing through it. So Mark just need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 nights, at around 10pm. Mark just finish watching his Chinese show on tv. He went to his room and lied down on his bed for awhile. Thinking about sms-ing Christine. He wants to have a chat with her. But at the same time, thinking that she had fallen asleep. He thought for a moment and he think that its best he go and brush his teeth first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brushing his teeth, he went to look at his handphone for any message. Sadly, there wasn't. He lied down on his bed again and went through the contact list, hoping to find a person he could chat with. He went through all the contacts, but none was for him. It was around 11pm already. It was time for him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His finger was on the off button. Suddenly an sms came! Who was it from?!&lt;br /&gt;It was from Christine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came into Mark's head was, are our minds alike? Issit that she wanted to sms me too? Why all these questions? Lets look at the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling heartbroken, emotionally confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are, you are probably suffering from "I miss Christine sickness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instant relief, pls sms/call ******** :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geddit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he replied her, Yeah! whats the relief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows? She somehow said that her "machine" is down due to for recovering too many people. Please try again later. Aww man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115467535540047714?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115467535540047714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115467535540047714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115467535540047714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115467535540047714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/08/part-7.html' title='Part 7'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115467383072663354</id><published>2006-08-04T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T14:43:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh..Im getting more and more lazy to continue my story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ill try my best ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115467383072663354?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115467383072663354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115467383072663354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115467383072663354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115467383072663354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115348727183797834</id><published>2006-07-21T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:30:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 6</title><content type='html'>Part 6 Finally Released! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pay $10 to read this story by a professional writer..Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, Mark ponders on how is he going to confess his love to Christine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he had this wonderful, surprising, awesome thingy in his head. He suddenly thought that, he should treat Christine like a normal friend. Why is that so? So he can break the ice between him and Christine. Everyday, he'll have Christine like a normal friend, which would not have problems chatting with each other. And will not feel shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he had many conversation with Christine. As the same thing went on, Mark felt that things are going fine. So he continued to treat her like a normal friend. He called her on the phone sometime and talked to her in school randomly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a event in school. It was Easter Day. On that day, pupils, parents and teachers set up stalls around the canteen area and the Amphi-Theater. Christine was involved in helping out at her own CCA, Band, stall. As Mark went around and looked at all the stalls, he saw a stall which sells a kind of candy which is very sticky. It was only at 50cents. So he bought 1. He continued down the row. He saw Christine attending to her "customers". He went over to catch her attention. It was successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine saw him and gave him a whack on his back. There he goes, " OUCH! ". Christine asked him to buy the snacks that cost about $1 or less. In his mind, he wanted to buy. But whats stopping him is that, his friends around him, are stopping him. Why and how? They kept trying to push him to Christine, because they knew that he likes Christine. Well, he fended for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the pushing thingy stopped. Mark held his candy stick quite high. Jus a blink of an eye. One of his friend went to push his hand, and the candy touched Christine's hair. Mark was, furious? He chased his friend and his friend ran away like a cheetah on his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the main part of the story. One night, Christine and Mark was smsing with each other. Mark asked Christine if she was going out on Friday to watch movie with Darren and the rest, she said she wasn't free on Fri and will be going out on Sat instead to catch the movie with other people. Mark asked her if it's her boyfriend? She replied "What do you think?". After looking at the message. He thought for a moment and he considered that a "yes". So he jus replied back "Ok. I want to sleep already. Nite." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did not sleep. He went on to sms Angela, but she did not reply. The next morning, Angela replied Mark. Mark told Angela about what he chatted about with Angela last night. Angela then told him that, Christine is going out with her and her other friends and not her boyfriend. Mark wasn't really surprised because he knew that she wouldn't have a boyfriend that fast, and he just harshly made that decision last night that Christine had a boyfriend. He remembered that Christine told him that she did not have a boyfriend either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he mistaken christine for having a boyfriend. I bet he will never think that way again. Now they are still living as their usual daily lives. So the moral of this part is that, never make a conclusion without even investigating yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115348727183797834?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115348727183797834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115348727183797834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115348727183797834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115348727183797834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/07/part-6.html' title='Part 6'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115078146441333375</id><published>2006-06-20T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:40:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 5</title><content type='html'>Part 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Mark knows that he should't have too high hopes for Christine now, Mark still wants to at least tell Christine that he has a crush on her. So he had been thinking hard on how and when to ask Christine out and confess his love to her. He went to ask some of his friends for advice too. So far, the best suggestion is to just call her out for awhile and just confess his love to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, Mark called Christine on the phone. Mark started off with a friendly conversation. And slowly, he went to the question of "Are you free on Sat/Sun/Mon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine said she was not free on Sat and Sun. So he asked her to go out with him on Mon to catch a movie. Sadly, she insisted on asking more people to join them. So Mark did not continue with that topic. But after that conversation, Mark suddenly remembered what Sharon told him about not to let himself have too high hopes for her.&lt;br /&gt;So he cooled off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On late Sunday night, their classmate(Darren) called Mark and Christine to talk on the phone together (Conferrence)(wadeva u spell it).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They so-called "talked" ALOT on the phone. Their talkings were singing! Their conversation became a singing competition. &lt;br /&gt;After singing quite a lil, Mark asked Christine again, if she can go out the following day with some of our friends. Never did he expected, she said "I cant, i have a family matter to attend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark did not feel disappointed. He knows that there is still some other time that he can go out with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through the conversation, Christine read out loud some messages she had recieved. It was from the person she like. She said some things which led Mark wanting to put the phone down. But he did not do that. All he did was just let the conversation continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few nights, Mark did not sms or call Christine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, Mark dreamt that, Sunny confessed his love to Christine infront of him. And after confessing his love to her, he kissed her on the lips. Christine said "Oh my god" and just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was quite furious after that because he knows that Christine do not have any feelings for Sunny, and Sunny kissed her without her permission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitating, Mark ran towards Sunny and started punching him, and Sunny kept running away. When Christine saw the fight broke out, she shouted stop, but Mark just kept on whacking the hell out of Sunny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later on, he woke up. He tried to close his eyes and go back to his dream. But as he close his eyes, he let the events replay again in his mind. This made him wider and wider awake. So he never got back to sleep. On his bed, he thought that he should've pushed Sunny away when he tried to kiss her. So nobody will be injured. But luckily for him, it was only a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115078146441333375?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115078146441333375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115078146441333375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115078146441333375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115078146441333375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/part-5.html' title='Part 5'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115038212185678363</id><published>2006-06-15T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:46:52.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4.</title><content type='html'>Part 4 released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next night, Mark smsed Angela. Telling her that he is going crazy about someone. But he did not disclose who is the girl he like. As he smsed, he listened to some music. Well, as he listen to the music, he'll listen and understand the lyrics too. All the songs he listened to are love songs. As he listen, he think of all things that are happening in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is quite an emotional and serious guy when it comes to love. So, when he listened to the songs, he shed tears. He listened to this song where it goes like this "When I lie in my bed, with the thoughts in my head" and on and on..Which is also happening to him! He lies down on the bed every night and has all those thoughts in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 15 mins to 1am in the morning. Mark decides to sms Christine because he hadn't been smsing her. Mark misses Christine voice too. But its just that Mark thinks that if he calls her, it'll be a short conversation because he do not know what to say to her. Which is meaningless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mark sms Christine in a unique way now. He finds himself a japanese book and starts to copy some words from it. Example, "O genki desu ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited for her sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes that Christine would reply him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued waiting for 15mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 mins past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark gave up. She did not reply him, which also upset Mark. So he had no choice but to just go to bed and wait for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was afternoon, around 2+. Mark decides to come online and chat with some frens. He sees his old primary school mate, who named Sharon. They chatted about some stuffs. Mark asks her to go to his blog and read his "life". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading, Sharon told him some meaningful things. She told him "you shouldn't have too high hopes for the person you like, because it wun be a confirm thing that the girl you like will definately like you back. If she does, its good. But if she doesn't, u'll be greatly hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing this, Mark sort of got "enlightened". He decides not to let himself have too high hopes for Christine and take things slowly. But Sharon also told him that, he should find one day and ask Christine out and just confess his love to her. Mark frens also told him that he should either wait or just confess his love to her. But so far, Sharon has given Mark the best advice to him. Which has really "woken" him up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115038212185678363?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115038212185678363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115038212185678363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115038212185678363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115038212185678363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/part-4.html' title='Part 4.'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115035666421606251</id><published>2006-06-15T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:31:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A break</title><content type='html'>I very tired of writing this story le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb ill continue my story when i have the mood to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115035666421606251?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115035666421606251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115035666421606251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115035666421606251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115035666421606251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/break.html' title='A break'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115026721932734100</id><published>2006-06-14T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:40:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 3</title><content type='html'>Part 3 of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same night, Mark was in his bed trying to get some sleep. But his mind kept bugging him. He was tossing from one side of his bed to another. After 45mins, he decided to sms Christine because he was missing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited for her reply. About 5mins later, she still did not reply him back. He got more bored now. Sleepless night. He believed that Christine would reply his message. So he continued to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 to 15mins later, Christine finally replied him! Mark felt so delighted. But at the moment he read the message, his heart sank again. This was what the message says "Lols. Nope. I am playing snakes and talking on the fone". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark's mind went wild again. He was saddened. He could only sadly reply "Ohh. Ok den, dun disturb u bah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just couldn't sleep. He was thinking that if Christine and her sweetheart has already reconcile. About 5 to 10mins later, Christine replied. "Its ok lah. Why u cant sleep? Missing someone arhs? Hahas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark replied " Haiis..yah loh. U dunno de lah..Inside breaking liao. Its so complicated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine replied ":(..Care to share your story?" and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark did not really tell her his story. But instead told her that his story was too complicated and long. So he decided not to tell her. Christine said it was not fair that Mark does not want to tell her his story when Christine told Mark a nice story before. So Mark decides to just tell her briefly like "Last time she was extremely cold towards me, but now she can be very warm to me at times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their chat went on for like an 1hr or so. Mark asked his last question before they ended their chat. Which was who was she talking to on the phone. She said, it was him loh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark replied, so you 2 patch up already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine replied, since when we were together. Its just that he did not call me for 6 days only. Okies. I need to sleep already, tml need to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, Mark was quite anxious and confused.&lt;br /&gt;So Mark hurriedly replied her message and asked " So you 2 were never together? Not stead? Its only that you secretly admire him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark waited for her reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did not reply after half an hour. So he was again, confused, no idea what was going on. She once told him before that, she has no boyfriend. That was about a few weeks ago only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be that Christine do not have a boyfriend but likes a guy without him knowing?&lt;br /&gt;Mark wants to know what was going on. Should he ask Christine directly or just wait for things to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115026721932734100?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115026721932734100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115026721932734100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115026721932734100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115026721932734100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/part-3.html' title='Part 3'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115020878212627248</id><published>2006-06-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:26:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>2nd part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Mark, Christine and their english project member, Angela were on their way to Sunny's house to do their project there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Christine &amp; Angela met at the coffee shop at block 107 at serangoon north ave 1.&lt;br /&gt;Before they met, Mark rushed out of his house because he knew he was gonna be late. He did not have his lunch. When he reached the coffee shop, Christine and Angela were already there eating. Christine asked Mark if he wanted to eat or not, but Mark told Christine he had already eaten his lunch, but it wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they waited for the bus, Christine &amp; Angela chatted. On the bus, Angela chatted. It was different from the other day. Mark did not have a chance to talk, or nothing to talk at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached Sunny's house, they started doing their project. As they did, Sunny's mother came into the room and chatted with the girls about their lifestyle and about some countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally finished their project, Christine started using the comp and searched for different music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Mark started to play NBA live in Sunny's comp. While he was playing, Christine and Angela went downstairs to buy some tibits. When they're back, they watched Mark play his game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the girls had finished eating, they wanted to go home already. In Mark's mind, he thought that he also wanted to go home with them. But something stopped him, which was, the girls will be talking together again. I'll be left out, and it'll make no difference if i go home on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way back, sitting on the bus, right at the back, alone, he kept on thinking about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i good enough for Christine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Sunny's house, when she looked at me, her eyes were weird. What does this mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be able to treat Christine well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i make her laugh all the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many other better guys than me, so why shud i bother to get her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has so many other suitors, who are also much more better than me, why bother to think about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i just give up now and just forget about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as he think about all these, he felt his heart hurt everytime he thought negatively. He call this situation "Ending something without even starting it"&lt;br /&gt;This made him even more hurtful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine doesn't know that Mark likes her. Mark does not know if she had forgotten her sweetheart. Mark does not know if Christine likes Mark, but Mark has a stronger feeling now that Christine does not like Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things now get more complicated. Should Mark end things like that? Without evening starting it? Please, give some comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115020878212627248?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115020878212627248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115020878212627248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115020878212627248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115020878212627248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-part-2.html' title='Story (Part 2)'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115012143709058068</id><published>2006-06-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:23:10.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rabbit and a tortise. They were about to race..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. ok, wadeva. Lets come to the real 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a boy(mark) who studied in a neighbourhood school. &lt;br /&gt;It was his fifth year in that school.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of that year, the teacher lined the students up outside the classroom to allocate them properly to their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were the 1st to be seated. Of course, Mark also got his seat.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher put a girl infront of him. When he 1st saw her(Christine), he was "stunned" and he fell in love with her. It was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Mark has decided to tell his frens that he has a crush on her. After a few weeks, almost the whole class knew. Lots of giggling were among them. Mayb after a month more or less. Almost the whole level knew that Mark admires that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day he decided to take up the courage and tell the girl that he is fond of her. Which was a hard thing to get through with. Mark called that girl after dinner. But before he called her, Mark had asked many of her frens and his frens on how is he going about to tell her "i love u". So he also decided to take note of what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Calls the girl.&lt;br /&gt;The girl picks up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;The noise level in her house was high, and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Mark started off with a warm chat/normal chat.&lt;br /&gt;The girl starts to get distracted by her younger brother, he is always talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;Mark gets irritated sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Mark finally said: "Erm. Christine..I..Love you."&lt;br /&gt;The girl just swiftly said: "I dont believe"&lt;br /&gt;Mark thinks that she just wants to give an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;So he carried on saying, why you dont believe me? I really love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks after weeks. Mark still has not gave up. The news spread more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a day he was doing his prefect duty around the concourse. A lower primary boy, about pri.2-4 came up to him and said: " Your Christine leh?"&lt;br /&gt;He was shocked by that question. He told himself "Who the hell is he? How he know about Christine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even the lower primary knows about the girl and him. Mark has no idea how it happened though. Mayb quite many people know him. He was a prefect. A yellow house captain. A so called "flag raiser"? or a prefect who raises the flags in the morning/evening. A PC(parade commander) who shouts "Kiri Kiri, Kiri Kenan Kiri"(Left, left, left right left) and leads about 5 people at the back who are carrying the national flag and school flag,during the national day parade, for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is that. Sometimes he is doing his duty at the Gallery, the girl and her fren walk pass the Gallery on their way to the toilet, sees Mark, and starts running away from him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is disappointed, the girl has never been not cold towards him. After his PSLE,  he leaves the school for secondary school. He still misses the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did he expect, that girl was in the same school as him! This was heaven for him. Again the same thing happened. He still had some of his classmates from primary school in the same secondary school with him, they spread the news of Mark's history with that girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was in the 2nd class, which wasn't the same class as Mark. Some of her class guys also start to be fond of her. Mark starts to know that guys are starting to like her too. He wanted to find out who, but some said him, some said the other. He wasn't sure who was it. He started to get smses from people whom he does not know. They asked if he likes the girl or not. Mark did not tell, but just asked who is he. That guy just carried on asking Mark if he is fond of the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, his class was having a chinese lesson. Mark saw a new girl(Mary). He thought she was from china. But she wasn't. Mark started to sms her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, they were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened among them, happiness, sadness &amp; all sorts of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times that they were on the verge of breaking up, but patched up later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 6-8 months, they really broke up. But not really broke up. The girl smsed him and said: "Let's break up for the time being, i need to rest for some time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours went round that says "Mary likes a new boy! He is Ricky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was deeply hurt, he shed tears when he listened to songs that are so similar to what was happening in his life. His fren, Bob, called him one evening. He called to just ask Mark how was he doing. Mark told him all his emotion. He shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 days, Mary came up to him and shouted at him "SO WHAT IF I LIKE RICKY, DOES IT HAS GOT TO DO WITH YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never never did anything wrong to harm Mary, and yet he just got shouted at like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that same night, Mary told him on msn "Why did he have to tell people that, I broke up with you because of Ricky? That wasn't my intention".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark wanted to explain, but Mary was a hot tempered girl. Mark didn't have a chance to explain to her. Mary immediately went offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made Mark literally disappointed and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, there were many things that happened between Ricky and her. Mark continued to shed tears in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was end of the year, Mark went back to school to check which class was he allocated to. He was allocated to the 2nd class. Mary was also in the same class as Mark, and who knows that Christine was also in the 2nd class. Nobody talked about Mark and christine anymore. Mark was disappointed that he did not go into the 1st class. But his frens told him that, he had 1 more chance to get Mary back. But he did not have the interest to get her back. Mark found that Mary has a bad attitude and a bad behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mark's 2nd year in his secondary school. He no longer had feelings for Mary.&lt;br /&gt;No more feelings for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill one day, during the holidays, Mark frens had organised a lunch at a restaurant/buffet. It lets you eat as much as you can. You must get the raw food and cook it or bbq it urself. Mark and Christine had gone too. Mark cooked some food and gave the some food to Christine. During primary school, Christine rejected a bday present gift from Mark. But now, Christine changed in his eyes. She did not try to avoid him anymore. Did not reject the things he gave her. Mark was of course, happy.&lt;br /&gt;This led him back to having feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night, Christine smsed Mark if he was free the following day, and if he could accompany Christine somewhere. Mark tot it was only between Christine and him, but there was his classmate too. Well, at least he gets to go out with Christine again. This let Mark really get entangled with her again. Mark thought that he would never loved someone again till he was a grown up, but he got attracted by Christine again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Mark and 2 of them went somewhere to bowl. After bowling, they went home. 3 of them went to a bus stop. Mark's classmate took a bus home from there. Mark stayed near that bus stop, so he could walk home. But about Christine, she had to walk quite far to take a bus home. There are about 3 buses from there, they could take to get to another bus stop which Christine is taking. Mark asked Christine if she wanted to take the bus from there, but she did not reply. After Mark's classmate went off, Christine insisted on walking to the other bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was happy of course. He could spend more time with Christine alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week, Mark and Christine met up to go to another fren's house. They took a bus there, they alighted. They crossed the road and Christine told Mark a story as they walked. They walked close together. Mark expected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, Mark had wondered. Has Christine finally fallen in love with him? Because she had a change in attitude towards him. Or issit that he is too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school - Christine sees Mark, she runs. Christine sits infront of Mark, she                     doesnt talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school - Christine sees Mark, says hello. Christine walk with Mark, gets closer. Christine replies Mark's sms. Christine talks to Mark more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb Christine thought that during primary school, they were too young to have a crush on one another, so Christine did not believe Mark. And now, mayb Christine is ready for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark had longed wanted to tell Christine how he feels about her. But he wants to wait, wait for a chance,a very good chance to tell Christine in a better way. Is this a good way or a bad way? If he waits too long, Christine might get a new boyfren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoeva reads this, Pleaseee..Just say ur opinion about how Mark should react.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115012143709058068?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115012143709058068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115012143709058068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115012143709058068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115012143709058068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-115010955308418916</id><published>2006-06-12T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:52:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What has got into me?!</title><content type='html'>What has got into me?! im going crazy. crazy bout' her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's bout' to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. L..e&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Boredom.&lt;br /&gt;3rd. Ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;4th. lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im disappointed with myself in these 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Has she has a room for me?&lt;br /&gt;Is she hiding something from me?&lt;br /&gt;Issit time to tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im contradicting myself.(if i used the correct word for the correct sentence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows, who is she.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows, how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im always blogging when im in luv. Man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-115010955308418916?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/115010955308418916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=115010955308418916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115010955308418916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/115010955308418916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-has-got-into-me.html' title='What has got into me?!'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114975794714258243</id><published>2006-06-08T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:12:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Part of Today.</title><content type='html'>We finished up our games. Went to get back our $1. &lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;Took the train back to serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;Wee tat took bus 70 back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While......Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Thinzar and me walked to the 105 bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked, we chatted about..Homework &amp; some other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st time. My very 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;She agreed to walk with me for quite a long distance.&lt;br /&gt;My very 1st time that we had chatted alone for dis long face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114975794714258243?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114975794714258243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114975794714258243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114975794714258243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114975794714258243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/2nd-part-of-today.html' title='2nd Part of Today.'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114975771654759658</id><published>2006-06-08T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:08:36.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>Last Night Thinzar &amp; me smsed. She told me that she wanted to skip band, and go out wif wee tat and me to slack. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Morning i waited for her to msg me to tell me to go out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Waited~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Bored. On The Comp and play Gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinzar Smsed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to "come down". Lol.Den later We discussed about where to go. Den we decided to go Bowling at Kovan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here We Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I off the comp, went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;"Equipped" myself with the stuffs i needed.&lt;br /&gt;Set Off To Kovan!&lt;br /&gt;Reached the bowling area.&lt;br /&gt;They're still on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Waited~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Waited~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Went to toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down again.&lt;br /&gt;Here they Are!&lt;br /&gt;Booked the lane we wanted and started to bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the 1st bowler. Wee Tat &amp; me did not play bowling for quite long, so we were very very bad at the first 1. &lt;br /&gt;About Thinzar, she did not play before. So she threw the ball into the alley =X&lt;br /&gt;Scary~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st match, i think..Wee tat won.&lt;br /&gt;2nd match, its only me and wee tat. I WON!!! wooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Last match, its wee tat and me again. He won. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to arcade to play daytona! (wadeva u spell it)&lt;br /&gt;we bought a $2 card. We have to pay a $1 deposit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st match of the game, Advanced.-He Won.&lt;br /&gt;2nd match of the game, begginner.-He Won.&lt;br /&gt;3rd match of the game, begginner.-He Won.&lt;br /&gt;4th match of the game, begginner.-He won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai Seh =x&lt;br /&gt;I noob at arcade games. Hehex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114975771654759658?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114975771654759658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114975771654759658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114975771654759658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114975771654759658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/06/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114812917075337798</id><published>2006-05-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:46:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah. On Wednesday, shot put..I lost to darryll by 1.2m! His muscle so big..Twice bigger than mine..So hard..Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to train my muscle to win him xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not so bigg..So ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the field events finished. Wei Chi, Wee tat, Darryll, Wen Huan, Sheila, Keith and me went out of the field.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the General Office, we saw Jeston and Samuel. So we stop to talk to them. Suddenly the basketball coach came out of the office with Mr.Hum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scary..Cos before the C Boys' Shot Put Competition, Mr.Hum asked me if i could join the basketball team or not. They lack of 1 tall guy to join the top 5. The sec 1s are too short..Then The coach saw me, he kept on persuading me to join the team..He said i'll be one of the top 5 in the team. Or the 5 players which go out to the court to play most often de. Then everybody there which heard the coach say..They say : "Wah..Gary. So lucky..". Jeston said dat, when he join oso no such lucky chance. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im confused..Dunno whether want to join basketball and quit table tennis or not..I dun feel lyk quiting table tennis xDD&lt;br /&gt;But basketball was once my MOST oftenly played in my childhood. Or the EVERYDAY sport for me. So i dunno which to choose..&gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Thursday...It was the heats. I thought it was going to start at 2:15..I ran there as fast as i could. I reached there at 2:14 -_-" Guess What? Pei Ting smsed me and told me dat it starts at 2:30..Everybody are on the tracks warming up..&lt;br /&gt;Awhile later, the events started. I think 400m was the first. Ngiap Siang, Samuel and Ming Yang participated too. Ming Yang and me was in the 2nd row. So we went for the 2nd run. Ngiap Siang was in 3rd, Samuel was the last row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race started! I ran..The sec 1s ran..The sec1s were fast..They dashed when the race started. I was kinda slow..When i reached about 150m-200m after the starting point, i started to have a headache..When i reached the last 100m, I got breathing problem already. Therefore, i couldnt go any faster or i'll faint -_-"&lt;br /&gt;In the end i got last xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Practise Makes No Perfect~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race, on my way back to the place where all of my frens sat, i got a terrible headache..After that, i've got a breathing problem. I got to ask jia jie to buy a bottle of plain water for me. 1 bottle cost me $1.20 or $1.30..Zzz..Den I took dat bottle to rest my head on it, on the steps. Den i lied down on the floor. Which blocked many ppl way..lol. I touched my throat, it felt cold..Now i know why on the show..The guy asked 1 man who was looking after a boy who had asthma to drink a hot drink. It was to warm up the passage of the throat? Mayb? hahax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the heats, Wei Chi, Ngiap Siang, Jia Jie, jia Hao, Jeston, Keith, Wen Huan, Wee tat, Sheila, Min Yee, Pei Ting and me went to Macdonald to eat~ I was left with about $5+. So i had to borrow some money..I asked wei chi, he left $2. So i couldnt borrow from him. Jia jie lent me $5. Which was good enuff. I bought Macspicy~ Mmm..i din change the fries to curly fries though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I followed Ngiap Siang to the 315 bus stop and accompanied him to wait for the bus. We chatted about some Maple stuffs. A few mins later, the bus came..It was rather fast for that timing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Shall Sign Off Now~ Cyas~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114812917075337798?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114812917075337798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114812917075337798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114812917075337798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114812917075337798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/05/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114681329767098350</id><published>2006-05-05T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:14:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Paper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today Chinese exam..Omg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First thing today, i woke up early...But dunno why left the house late. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reached school, met Yuan Xin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Npcc Day and Red Cross Day i think. They performed abit of commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back class. Rushed to get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started our Paper 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finished First Section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started Reading 1st passage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1hr Left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4th~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rush!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5TH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ChiOng!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hands In Paper. Thinking about How Parents gonna scold for paper =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walk Across 2e1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Min Yee Crying Terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wen Huan Smashing Tables. Keith Following him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to Canteen. So many ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realized Stephanie Crying Too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wen huan Explaining everything To Wee Tat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starts Smashing Teacher's Table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Samuel Depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went Back To Canteen And Eat Laksa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went up to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ms.Munira Waiting at the Teacher's Desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got Ready for Next Paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopes Everything goes smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paper Given Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read Intructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Start Thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continued Writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Search Dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5Mins Left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Thing To Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Start Counting words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114681329767098350?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114681329767098350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114681329767098350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114681329767098350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114681329767098350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/05/chinese-paper.html' title='Chinese Paper!'/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114579417855409146</id><published>2006-04-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:09:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haiss..Now muz use my eldest's sis laptop to come online..My own comp, when i try to log in my own window account, it'll prompt me to activate dunno wad window product. I smsed my uncle ytd and told him wad happened. He told me to use the evaluation copy from my dad. But i din noe wad was dat. So i asked him, and told him dat the guy at sim lim square reformatted my com, not me. So do i have to use my own acer cd to reformat again? He din reply me. So right now, i dont know wad to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ahh..I no mood study..No mood write notes..Mayb to me, used to rush at the critical moment. Cos if i study now, i may forget the following week. Furthermore, my 1st paper is on this coming friday. Its english. English, i'll have to only look at the papers which my sister had given me to read. It has lots of vocabs and phrases. The format, ending and starting of a report writing or a letter writing too. Useful right? Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well..At least I wrote a little notes about history. Chpt 4, up to The Great Depression. If i finish The Great Depression, that means i've finished chpt 4, and 4 more chpts to go! Omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;About Geog..20 chpts. Omg! Literature, whole book! Read up to chpt 9 only! About 4 more chpts to finish it. Chinese..Hmm..Maths! Dead...Formula..I'll get mixed up with all formula. Even right now. Science! I guess my favourite subject. More to study~~ Home Econ! No idea wad to study. Wao...Quite a couple to study. Mayb tml, feeling better. Continue writing my history notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114579417855409146?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114579417855409146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114579417855409146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114579417855409146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114579417855409146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/04/haiss.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114325200824551514</id><published>2006-03-25T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:00:08.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Finally my comp is alright now. Yesterday went to Ming kwang's house to do project work. Had a lift to his house from his dad. So good! Went to his house and used the comp, the comp was so fast..His RAM was 512..I envy him man..Got his own room, own tv, own bed, own fast comp..Everything..Cos he is the only child and son. So his parents definately treat him very well. My comp is only 256RAM. Not as fast as Ming kwang's. T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find maplestory so boring..Gunz i think under maintenance. So cannot play..My Medal of Honor if i install, have to play the whole game over again..So many times le..Diablo oso played so many times. Command &amp;amp; Conquer Generals, i finish all the mission..Haiz..I wonder if got any new games to intro..I looking out for SIMS. If anyone dat knows me, can lend me the SIMS cd..I wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114325200824551514?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114325200824551514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114325200824551514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114325200824551514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114325200824551514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-my-comp-is-alright-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114303432386835111</id><published>2006-03-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:32:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahh...Haiz..Today went to Sim Lim Square to collect my cpu and upgrade my eldest's sister laptop RAM. We went to buy the graphic card, and it cost arnd 60+ and the repair thingy cost 30+. So total is 90+. Including the taxi fare to and fro, about 110+.  So much..My mum and me went to some shops and asked if can upgrade the RAM, some said they dunno how to check the RAM cards..Cos its under the keyboard. Untill we finally found a shop dat knows how to open up the laptop and insert the RAM cards. Then they suddenly say, it only has 1 slot, and cannot further upgrade. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so happy when we went home..I quickly fix the cpu to the monitor. On it, very smooth..Den i install Norton Anti-virus. Install liao..den scan the computer..I very bored, den i see the screen, the words so small..Den i go the desktop properties..I change it to 800x600. Den suddenly so big..zzz..Den they ask me whether i want this anot..Den i press no, so shud go back to normal. But it didn't..it suddenly gave me a blank screen. From den onwards, i never get to see my computer windows anymore T.T So..I learnt dat, dun be choosy of wad i have now. Got meaning and sense right? So for those who's reading..Learn arhh..So tml my mother has to go down to Sim Lim square again..hais..With my 2nd sister..Cos tml i have table tennis..Dere goes another $10+ for taxi fare..And hope the guy dere who will repair will not charge my mother any amount..Please Please Please. Let me come home and use the computer peacefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114303432386835111?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114303432386835111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114303432386835111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114303432386835111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114303432386835111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/wahh.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-114251055901967626</id><published>2006-03-16T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:02:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wassup everybody! Its March holidays! On Sunday, i went to play badminton~ Fun! Cool! I improved alot though. Never expected dat. I played with my 2nd sis, eldest sis and eldest sis's bf. My sis's bf always make me run here and there... But i know that he is trying to make my skills improved. To be able to played in touranment is my dreams. In order to reach that aim, i have to train harder. From amatuer to novice and then to professional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, i went roller blading with my 2nd sister and her fren, which is Genevive or wadeva u spell. I call her "Gen". It was our 2nd time blading. I woke up at 9am, got ready and went out at 10am. Reached east coast around 11am. Woa~ Around 1hr to reach East Coast Park. We din noe where's the kiosk, so we asked around. We booked the blades for around 3 hrs. 1hr was free~ We had no socks though, so we asked for socks, i din know dat it was free! It was white~ and long..After putting on our blades, everyone of us started trying to balance first. I was the first 1 to walked out as i had a short training session last yr. Gen started to move off abit faster than my sister. My sister was kind of stuck at her own place, so she asked me for support.&lt;br /&gt;We took quite a long time to jus move over to an empty space. Jus a few metres away. I started walking terribly on the smooth ground. Trying very hard to keep my balance. My sister, i dun noe about her..but she keeps screaming i guess. Gen..she always wanted to challenge me. Haha. After an hr or so..I finally went onto the "road" and BLADE abit..And went on and on..When gen saw me blading like an elementary, she cant believe it. So she decides to go onto the road and blade too. After every few metres, dere'll be a hump ahead. My sister and Gen had a problem at going over the hump. I had abit of problem too. I would glide to it first, until i couldn't go up any further then i started walking over it. After our time is up, we went to return the blades. I thought of keeping the socks, but they stinks. Lolx! After that, we went to Macdonalds to eat our lunch. After that, Gen went to work and my sister and me went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days i wun talk about it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyas~&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-114251055901967626?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/114251055901967626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=114251055901967626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114251055901967626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/114251055901967626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/03/wassup-everybody-its-march-holidays-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-113949248617248835</id><published>2006-02-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:41:26.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man..Today my school table tennis team were against Maris Stella Secondary School and Holy Innocent High. I played the first single, i lost to them 3:0. Poor me. Second double also lost to Maris Stella..Everybody lost to Maris Stella 3:0. Except Wei Chi, he lost 3:1. At least he won 1 set~ So the overall was 5:0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we fought with Maris Stella, we challenged Maris Stella. I think Wei Chi was the 1st single now. He thrashed the guy 3:0.I think all of us won them 3:0 though. We won them 5:0..Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we lost Ang Mo Kio Sec 3:2. Won Mayflower 3:2. Kind of funny, we lost 3:2 on monday, won 3:2 on monday..Today, we lost 5:0 and won 5:0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..Dat's all i'm gonna write about now..I dun wanna write about someone who's becoming more terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-113949248617248835?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113949248617248835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=113949248617248835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/113949248617248835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/113949248617248835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/02/man.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-113687387891338850</id><published>2006-01-10T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T14:17:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man..Its been a long time ever since i last post..During the holidays, my house was under renovation. Had to go to my grandma hse and stay dere for the time being..Stayed dere for about a month or less..Now i have my internet Plan renewed..Now its 10Mbps or 100Mbps speed. Fast isn't it hah? I also got a free modem which has the modem and router in the 1 modem..So it saves up more space around my computer desk. I did not only get a modem free, but also..Another new laptop! But its booked by my second sista..So its hers now -.-" The computer's mine~~ Wahahaha. After about 2-3 days using the internet..My DSL light kept blinking..So i couldn't access the net..I called the man to come down to my house and change the modem for me. After changing the modem, the light was still blinking..So it wasn't the modem fault..Next, i called the singnet technical help line..They say they'll send a man down and check the phone line or the internet or wadeva..Den FINALLY. I can peacefully use the internet..Hahax. Oh yea..On Monday, which was yesterday, I had a friendly match with Kranji Sec. It was the B girls dat we were against with. The first match i beat the girl 3:0, The last set we played, i beat the girl 11:0 =x Amazing isn't. The second match, 3:0. Third match, 3:0. The fourth, i played doubles, Beat them 2:1. The last doubles i played, beat them 2:1 again..Haha..So after all, i did not lose a single match! Wad a relief. If not, other people would be saying "Aiyoh..Dui lian arh..Lose to girls..".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Haha..Okies. Im off to maple~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-113687387891338850?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/113687387891338850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=113687387891338850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/113687387891338850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/113687387891338850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2006/01/man.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112919182709874255</id><published>2005-10-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:23:47.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wees~ My computer is repaired! Yesterday night, my father's brother came to my house. I dunno how to call him..But i call him "Tek kuun kor kor". He's good at computers though. He does not need to bring it home and check wad happened to it. He repairs it on the spot. I heard he works in the computer industry or wadeva. It relates to computer, that's it. He will be called to go to hotels and repair computer and all that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He just took out the cover of the PC and took out 2 green cards of different sizes. He used a piece of tissue and clean the green card, Gold Parts. He puts them back in, the monitor, screen suddenly could be on. I was amazed by him. After many months of disappointment, finally a miracle happened. Haha, mayb it was normal to him. If possible, i would like to learn from him the basics, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday was also my birthday. After my History exam, Enny and me went to Ang Mo Kio centre and meet Wei Chi, Jia Jie and Jia hao. We reached there, we saw Sheila and Jameson walking towards "Xin Tian Di". Later, we went upstairs, we saw Wei Chi and the rest waiting for the door to open and go into the Xin Tian Di. Since Enny and me had no clothes, Sheila said that we could borrow her clothes. Then we said alright. Enny went into her house and change, while i changed downstairs. The void deck. After i changed, we went to the bank. Enny withdraw some money out of her own savings. We then took 22 to amk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When we reached there, the whole place is packed. So we had to wait for about 1-2hrs. Finally there is a com, i was the first 1 who took the com. Sheila and Enny carried on waiting, for about awhile. When i started using the com, i went in maple, and started killing some Jr.Grupins, the com was SO lag. I regretted using dat com...ZzZ. I went to Nependeath and i died once, 4% gone. So frustrating. So i went to kill Star Pixie only. I picked up, 2 blue lutias and dark hunter armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, while playing the com, suddenly yuan xin came and ask me stop playing and let her play. Hahas. After a few mins later, suddenly some1 from the left of me hit me on the head. Ouch! It was Xue Li. She looked at my items and looked at some other things. Since she was once an assassin, i let her play my character as mine was also an assassin. While she was playing, i went out to absorb some heat as where i was sitting was kind of cold. She played quite awhile for me while i slacked around. She talked to my fren called "peep" in quite a inproper manner though.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She stopped playing mine when she received a phone call from the people there. Now she herself has a computer by herself. Unexpectedly, Yuan Xin got a com beside me. Haha. After 1hr they played, we went home. It was about 5. We ran across the road while it was still Green Man. Me and Yuan Xin missed 24. Enny took MRT home. While we walked to the bus-stop, 261 came already. So, Xue Li hopped onto the bus and went home. Yuan Xin and me had to wait for another bus to come. Either 22 or 24. I think 24 came after 10mins or so. While we were in the bus, Yuan Xin and i talked about something which happens to make me feel emotionally confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112919182709874255?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112919182709874255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112919182709874255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112919182709874255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112919182709874255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/10/wees-my-computer-is-repaired-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112874669656526580</id><published>2005-10-08T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T12:44:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Wednesday, almost end of the day, we had our free periods for studying..When we left 2 periods or so...We suddenly start discussing about going to shalei for 2 nights...Haha. Den now..Wee tat, Enny, Denise, Stessen all confirm can go over night le..Me leh..I still not very confirm can go anot...Mayb 90% can...10% cannot? &gt;.&lt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This whole week, my eldest sister brought the laptop to her boyfriend's office early in da morning..Den i cant use the laptop to go online for not even half an hour..How miserable is dat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My english paper was quite smooth for me..My chinese wasn't quite smooth after all..Even though other ppl said dat it was an easy paper..Right now im most afraid is the other upcoming papers..I've wrote notes for geog and science already..But onli half of all the chapters i haf to learn though..Literature, i've not yet read the important chapters..The book is juz right beside me..xD. I haven't studies maths..Mayb after i read my flour babies, den i'll head on to maths..I haven't learn History, Civics and Moral and Home economics too...So much to learn eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If onli after exams i'm able and my friends are able to stay overnight at shalei..And i hope we'll book the rooms in time..If we this all are done, it'll be COOL! Cuz it'll be my first time staying overnight with my friends! Well..yea..My birthday is coming..Around the corner..On the 12th of October, which is the same as the day when i'm still having my exams..I wonder if.....1 of my birthday present will be a box of cranes. Well..I guess dat depends. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112874669656526580?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112874669656526580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112874669656526580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112874669656526580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112874669656526580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112791599795510704</id><published>2005-09-28T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:59:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I juz came back from Kk hospital..I got dengue since wednesday..I went to see GP on wednesday and friday. My highest temperature was 39.5.He said if fever didn't go down, i better go for a blood test. On Monday night, while i was going to brush my teeth, i sat down on a chair..I looked at my skin colour, it suddenly turned red den normal colour again. I told my mother and she saw it, she told me father to take a look at my hand. My mother said bring me to the hospital, for a blood test. I thought she was not really serious for it..But my father went into his room and came out with a long pants. Den i thought "Woa..its real, i need to go to the hospital for a blood test". Well..Alright, i'll go..Den later..waited for my turn to see the doctor or consultant..We waited..When my name was called, i stood up and walked..As i walked, i started to shiver..lol. Den.....again i had to wait for the result of my blood test. Later, i dont know wad was the result, but i had to be admitted for a night observation..den by the time i lie down on the bed was already dunno wad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning i woke up slightly, i saw some1, a girl peeped into my bed, beside the curtain. I was shocked, surprised, i dunno..I wanted to sit up properly, before she peeped. She was a nursing student from NYP. I think her name was starting with A. She looked..cute. *blush* She and her partner looked like 2 girls from my school. Yan Fang and Jia Le. The 1 who peeped at me looked like Yan Fang. I think she has a brother, younger than her. I think her brother plays basketball and around the same height as me. When i told them i play basketball, A said dat, No wonder i haf phobia with him(me) like my brother. She finally said out. Cuz i looked at her, she looked at me, will look away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when i was told dat i can go home, i was abit confused. Cuz my frens planned to come and visit me at dat moment. Den in the end they said they'll wait for me at my house. After awhile, A's fren had a phone call. She gave it to A and A answered it beside me, my bed. I heard her say the first thing was "lao gong" (husband) I was shocked..She got a boyfriend..Before everything, i couldn't bear to leave the hospital..But i still had to..I got changed and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my house blk downstairs, came out of the taxi and saw my frens at blk 228. I called them over and brought them to my house. Later, the girls came to my house..When the girls came, a malay lady also came. She was a person working for the environment. She came to check for water or wadeva. She came here for about 5mins or so. My frens all went to my sis's room and played maple, msn and play station. Around 5+ all the boys went home. 2 girls still stayed on untill about 6+ mayb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112791599795510704?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112791599795510704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112791599795510704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112791599795510704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112791599795510704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-juz-came-back-from-kk-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112619269543349502</id><published>2005-09-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:18:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went for to the environment building with stessen and winson. We met at the ang mo kio station and waited for Ms.Tan sha..We waited for quite long. Den she didn't turn up, we went in without meeting her and suddenly she called stessen..Den she was downstairs. Stessen went downstairs again and gave her the form..After that, Finally!..we can board the MRT and go to Newton..There was numerous of people in dere..We kinda had to squeeze through though. Well..Everybody was squeezing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Newton MRT station and we walked towards the environment building..It was quite big and tall~ We went in and took the lift up..We were quite lost at that time, cuz we couldn't find any doors wif it labelled "Environment Champion". Den a guy walked past us and told us this is the way..And the door was right infront of us -.-" We went in the theatre and chose a seat and sat down..There was 4 girls from other sch sitting on the right side of us and they shifting behind us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talked began..It began with "Oral Presentation Skills". It was presented by Peter..A man from England. He was pretty funny wif his speech. At the same time, good with his speech..We had a small activity..A game..It's tic tac toe..It requires teamwork. Neither did i or anybody else expected that it needs different gender to come up on stage to give the ans or wateva things..We had to work with the girls behind us..Who shifted over..Den suddenly the man say no nid different genders..Den we were lyk, OK! Stessen and me ran down to the hawker centre and bought a lunch box..That cost me $0.10! We went up the to theatre again..Already GAME OVER! Somebody else won the prize! i wasted my $0.10 and made me run up and down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, there was another game..It was crossword puzzle..I think we had 1hr to eat,drink and solve the crossword puzzle..We onli found 2 ans..Den we copied the ans from the girls behind us..Still we couldn't finish..Later in the quite late afternoon, we nid to prepare for our presentation. I didn't expect again..The girls behind us was the same colour group as us! I didn't notice the green sticker on their clothes..Wow? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the theatre. Juz outside the door..We prepared there..We were in pairs, my partner was Winson..I knew it would come out to nothing...He tries to take the book away so he give the point n he wun nid to present..In the end..Those things he told me to write, i already wrote down..So..I wrote, i thought, i presented! And he? He keep so called "nagging" He keep saying "xie loh xie loh" "wo bu dong wo bu dong" "ni present ni present" Omg...I so irritated..When i went up the stage, i didn't feel hot..I felt so nervous..I was shivering is becuz of the cold temperature..Tat is one disadvantage..Made my legs shiver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation, we got our cert. When we were let off..I took our colour group trainer's number onli..I think Stessen took quite a number of numbers from our colour group and our trainer..Haha..Quite an exciting day and..Of cuz, Nervous day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112619269543349502?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112619269543349502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112619269543349502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112619269543349502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112619269543349502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-i-went-for-to-environment.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112487861527039523</id><published>2005-08-24T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:16:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz wondering who has been viewing my blog. I guess i read everything about other ppl's blog anyway. It's all about. Well..I guess i'll not say..If i say, i'm going to get scolded? It's such a shocking experienced to meet this kind of person. After all these things happened, that person has new experienced with another person. I'm saying "person" instead of names is because..Well..It's simple. Duhh..Last time i dont even want an explaination at all. It's all over, wad's the use of explaining? Who cares anymore? Nobody..She didn't make things clear last time..I dont know if now other ppl are making clear before they say things about me and the other party.&lt;br /&gt;  Today after school, most of our class pupils went to the art room and wanted to go in and do our bag painting..But Ms.Koh wasn't there, so we waited and waited..She came and she told us that the room is gonna be used for the sec 2 or 3s briefing or wadeva thingy. She told us to come back at 2:30. So we went to eat our lunch. I didn't really eat a full lunch..Juz ate 2 silces of bread wif susage and mayonaise. Den we went to the art room and started to do our bags..My painted was neither creative nor attractive. Stessen gave me some tips on the colours. But it will take me a long time to paint it all again. So i juz leave it as it was. After painting the front, it was time to stop everything. We cleaned the table, wash the brushed, palette and basin..I asked Tze Charn to accompany me to the library and save the home econ project into my diskette. After that i went with Tze Charn to the Pasamalam( Night Market ). On the way there..Hehe..I took off my tie and badge. When we were crossing the bridge, i saw the senior prefect that we met in the library! Whoa..Den i walked bravely to her and act as i was wearing my outing clothes and didn't know her. I told her " Hey! Ur school uniform is the same as my outing clothes!" Hahas..Kind of acted too innocent..Den Tze Charn went to buy this and that..We walked all the way to the end till the plants...We walked back and i bought waffle susages..We walked back to the bus-stop, she bought sugar cane..She had 5 plastic bags altogether! Wow..First time see so many plastic bags from pasamalam...Lolx..Actually 6 de..Cuz of the waffle susage, den tompang into another plastic bag..I saw 4E1 pupils..Got Jerry, Jun Sheng, Desmond, Shu Hui, Stella and some of their frens..Tze Charn took 74 home and i took my own sweet time to walk to the bus-stop and take 315..&lt;br /&gt;  Actually i'm not planning to write my blog today, but i juz found out a new URL. And i know u're reading my blog. I'll not say a thing. If u think that we are like strangers, think about it..What made this happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112487861527039523?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112487861527039523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112487861527039523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112487861527039523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112487861527039523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/juz-wondering-who-has-been-viewing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112436112762830388</id><published>2005-08-18T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:32:07.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oosh! Juz wondering why some people get so sad over something that isn't worth being sad about. Anyway I'm free now as i have nothing to do except studying for 2ml's Chinese test, so i juz write some things on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know that i have someone in my mind, but i couldn't bring myself to say it out. She likes a boy who isn't concerned about her anymore. It's not that they had a tiff or wadeva. I have no idea too. Love is blind. But wadeva it is, i'm not afraid of telling her but im afraid that she might not forget him or juz wun accept. Some people say that, be brave to express ur feelings for him/her. I'm juz not gonna do that anymore. I might juz hurt 1 more person, 1 after another. It's juz best to wait and choose the right person for urself. There is still many years to go. So there is so much time to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love is juz like planting a plant. U haf need patience to grow it well. Everyday water it wif water and slowly watch it grow. U need patience to wait for that person to fall in love with you. Things must go slow..There is no need to rush for anything because there's always time ahead for love. U need to bloom the flower well. U need to bloom the relationship/love well..Everything is connected to time. Love juz needs time to grow well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112436112762830388?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112436112762830388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112436112762830388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112436112762830388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112436112762830388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/oosh-juz-wondering-why-some-people-get.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112402295068073603</id><published>2005-08-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:35:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today in the afternoon at 12pm, i received a phone call from tze charn from my hp. Den i called her if she could confirm go out already..She told me she was in the bus oredi..Hahas..Den i rushed to the toilet and bathe...I so excited to go out..Hahas..Special day for me(Not because i onli went out wif Tze Charn) Its because i'm going to watch "The Maid" and see how tze charn scream!!!&lt;br /&gt;  I was crossing the road, i missed the 53 bus..Den i waited for the next bus to come. When i was in the bus..1/4 of the journey, Tze Charn called and ask me where am i..She was already at j8..She bought the tickets first..I reached j8 liao..She was at 1st floor and i was at the 4th floor..We agreed to meet at Food Junction to eat lunch..&lt;br /&gt;  I saw some1 like her taking the escalator up to 4th floor..I thought i saw wrongly..Den i waited for awhile, she came to me..Den she was wearing the same clothes as the girl i saw on the escalator..I onli gave her $9.50 :P&lt;br /&gt;  We went to the Food Junction and walked almost all the way to the end..But there was still no seats for us..We were waiting for a couple to finish their dishes..While waiting, i saw there were empty seats infront..So i went over to check..Den there were seats..She went to buy her food and i waited..She bought carrot cake to eat..That dish that haf black and white..She couldn't finish the food..I tried a little of it..No chilli..lol..it taste of egg onli..So i nv help her finish..&lt;br /&gt;  We waited for time to past till 3:50...We walked around the whole of j8..Mayb almost everywhere..Hahas..We bought some sweets to eat..Den when it was almost time. She said that when she scared in the movie can bite the sweet..So we last minute rushed to the 7-eleven and bought the sweet..We bought the popcorn and drinks..She went toilet..I waited till my fingers are freezing cold becuz of the drink..Den my turn to go toilet..haha..&lt;br /&gt;  Throughout the whole movie she was like..Couldn't eat the popcorn down her throat and juz kept "eee...errr" "Ahhhhhh" My shirt almost tore...I heard an old woman or old man voice from behind laughing when the scary part comes..lol...When the scary part is coming..I purposely Vibrate my whole body to scare Tze charn..lol..She really got frightened..She tot something came out..haha..The movie was scary and at the same time..Funny..Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;  The movie ended..We talked about wad happened during the movie..We walked to the interchange and i saw there wasn't 53 anymore..So she asked me to take 55 den go back school and change to 315 den go back...Den i say ok lohz..But i asked her to follow me go top-up my card first..haha..We went to queue up for the bus..Den opposite of us..I saw the line for 53..Now den i realized that they shifted the queuing up area to another side..Den i was like..alright..nvm..In the bus it was raining outside..1 area was raining and another..I looked..It was like not raining..Tze Charn said it was but i cant see..We came to a certain area..It was not raining..Den another place..It was raining heavily...When we reached the school bus-stop...It was not raining anymore..So weird..Lol..Den she took 74 home..I took 315 home..&lt;br /&gt;  When i reached home..An hour later or so..I got a sms from her..So funny..Ask me becareful of RED...Hahas..My story ends here for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112402295068073603?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112402295068073603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112402295068073603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112402295068073603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112402295068073603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-in-afternoon-at-12pm-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112391776434567757</id><published>2005-08-13T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:22:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday after recess while waiting for out chinese teacher to come, Yuan xin asked me to go some place further away from out class pupils..She asked me if did i tell Noel that i said tat Xue Li and Jian Wei were steading. I said no..She didn't really believed me, den she asked wad i told noel..I onli told him my own opinions..I said that Xue Li likes Jian wei..Yuan xin told me to swear..I swear..Den yuan xin went to xue li and told her that i onli told noel my own opinions..Yuan xin came back and said something which i haf forgotten..There comes Xue Li..She shouted at me "SO WAD IF I LIKE JIAN WEI?" So wad? I didn't do a thing to her and Jian wei..I did not even bother to quarrel wif him or her! Its so disappointing..On the 20th of July i think..She told me that she still had feelings for me. The starting of this month. She told me to give up on her..Wad's the meaning of this? She told me to give up on her..I told Noel and the rest about my feelings..And i didn't even sabotage or destroy their conversation or wadeva! Isn't she making a fool out of herself? She shouted and scolded me for nuts nothing! I haf nothing to be afraid of becuz i did not do anything wrong. Neither shud i care about her anymore..&lt;br /&gt;  These few tests i scored low marks becuz while doing my test, i kept thinking about their relationship and wad is she gonna do in future..Study or love..She didn't even bother..My wrong again? I dun think so..She never think of my feelings..How sad and broken hearted can i be..Juz a few days, she told me she had feelings for me and den she told me to give up on her...Scolded and shouted at me infront of the whole class..She's unreasonable..Hope she makes things clear be4 doing any action..&lt;br /&gt;  She said, she will not be friend wif me anymore..Fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112391776434567757?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112391776434567757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112391776434567757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112391776434567757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112391776434567757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/yesterday-after-recess-while-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112376473953910852</id><published>2005-08-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:52:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  Hmm...Exams are round the corner yea? Have to study hard for end year exams...I haf been doing badly in my maths and science..Both test i juz passed by 4 marks..That's really scary. I must pull up my socks or i'll re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;gret it.." Always cherish the things you have, Or you might just regret giving it awa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;y"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  Day before yesterday was national day..My primary school frens wanted to go out together and catch some movie or hang out together..But in the end we didn't go because i guess there was too little ppl..1 girl was not free..the other guy wanted to watch tv on tat day starting from 12:30. Den i guess i was disappointed, because i didn't get the chance to watch the movie called "The Maid". It is a horror movie..Made my Singapore. I watched the adverstisement, and i see it was not bad after all. Quite spine-chilling.. Anyway on that day i did haf a problem wif my left eye(abit swollen) and had running nose..But still i was disappointed about not getting to watch the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  In the late afternoon i asked Tze Charn whether she wants to watch tat movie..She say mayb 2ml(wednesday). Den i said ok...Later on, she asked her mother and her mother said she wants her to stay at home and study...Again, i couldn't get to watch the movie wif some frens..In the evening i went online in maple and asked wei chi whether he can go out and watch the movie..He said his parents says no...No matter how u beg them, their answer will be no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  On wednesday night..I called Tze charn and asked her again if she could go out and watch the movie either on Sat or Sun..She said she dont go out on Weekends..Furthermore..If she tell her parents tat she's going out wif a fren tat is a male..Her parents will forbid tat...She said once her parents hear her going out wif a guy..They'll think (not straight). She say after school go and watch..Onli wednesday free..In my mind was, everyday about 1+ dismissed except for friday..Den reached the cinema about 2+ 3+? The movie may last for 2hrs? 5+ 6+? Go home reach at about 7+? Mayb 8+? Parents will be questioning and calling my hp all the time..And may scream into my ears..O well..May not get to catch the movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;                                                                                    Gary signing off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112376473953910852?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112376473953910852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112376473953910852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112376473953910852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112376473953910852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112254806744668291</id><published>2005-07-28T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:54:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From the day she broke up wif me..I dun think she ever loved me again..She was practically toying wif my feelings..If she hadn't had any feelings for me anymore..She shouldn't have told me that "I hope i can get back that feeling for you" That sentence affected me alot..I thought we had hope there already...Everytime she looked at me..I tot there was a chance...But after today..I've looked through everything...After school, Xueli went to ask Jian Wei if he wanted to help "Chen lao shi"...Obviously she didn't asked me..And obviously, She wanted Jian Wei to go wif her...We went to class..When Jian Wei took the paper and give out...Xueli also wanted to give out the papers, mayb lucky lucky take his paper den dun give him..Den he dun give her...ZzZ..Jian Wei took her paper...Den xueli tried to snatch..Den snatched away already...After awhile of their fun...Xueli got her paper, he got his paper...Xueli didn't want to give out the papers anymore..I hope whoever reads tis, gets wad i meant...She threw the stack of papers onto the table..Stessen said she attitude..Den she say Stessen attitude..Den i say both of them attitude..Xueli shouted shut up to me....Juz my own opinion..She's showing Jian Wei that she has no more feelings for me..Juz scold me and smile, laugh and haf fun wif him...I've nv got this unhappy and cheated on before...In fact, this is the first time that i'm this sad..I'm getting more and more annoyed..Becuz they went to the back of the class..I was looking infront..Jian wei and xueli was playing behind me...Den i turn back and looked at them for a few seconds..Xueli reaction was like lost..She wanted to stop playing wif Jian Wei becuz i'm looking..This obviously means that she do things behind my back and dun wanna let me noe anything she does wif other guys..THAT IS SICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112254806744668291?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112254806744668291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112254806744668291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112254806744668291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112254806744668291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/from-day-she-broke-up-wif-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112218924155459036</id><published>2005-07-24T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:14:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahahaha...I feel like i've been cheated on..I feel like i've been fooled...Last few days ago, her sms was...Hope she can get the feelings back...Wad for tell me that when she already likes a new guy..I didn't go to school for 2 days..And so much things happened...Wow..Yea..I remembered..So many guys liked her..I found out that even though she has a boyfriend...if a guy likes her, she'll confirm talk to him, play wif him and give him a chance..&lt;br /&gt;  Few weeks ago she broke up wif me..Right now...On Friday, there was a band concert..I went home and took my medicine..Den my mother had bought a new tv..I took a DVD movie and watched it..So siok..Cuz the screen was big..The graphic was great..Wad's more is the sound..When the sound is loud..It's more exciting! After watching the first disc..There was not much time left..I went to bathe..After i had my bath, I smsed xueli and told her i was going to school now...She told me that nobody was in school to accompany me..So i asked her if i could go her house and play maple, as my computer is spoiled..She said ok...So, i met her near the bus-stop to her house...We boarded the bus..I sat down..She stood behind me..Den i was like..Crapping away to her..Laughing at myself..Fancy a boy sitting down and a gurl standing up..I asked her to sit down wif me..Den she sat down loh..She showed me some of her hp photos..Some funny photos..We reached her house..She on the computer and went to bathe..I played the computer..It's so much different from playing a computer and playing my laptop...She came out from the toilet..Wif her hair all messed up..lol..She look more like a mother to me wif her hair like that after her bath...She say 5:30 stop playing and we go already...Her hp got a msg..I took and checked it..It was from jian wei..I told her it was from Jian wei, she immediatly snatched it away from me..Den after a few sms here and there..She told me that Jian wei is going to school now...She asked me whether i wan to go to school now anot...Den it was only about 5:15...If Jian wei goes to school early..Xueli wants to accompany him already..Isn't obvious enuff already? We went out about 5:30 or 5:35...Den we kept rushing here and there..We ran to the bus stop...No bus came..We took a taxi to school..We came down from the taxi, we straight away run to school...Den her ankle pain..&lt;br /&gt;  We reached the school gate..We walked in...1e1 people all waiting for Xueli..Before we reached school..Matthias told me that Jian Wei looking for xueli..Keep asking where is xueli...When xueli go to school liao..den i at the same time wif her..Jian wei dun feel like talking to xueli or me...Feel like hiding away..If i was him, I will oso do that..Cuz that is..........Den when the prefects,girl guides and NPCC all line up in rows of 3...Xueli stood the first 1 in the row..Den Jian wei was the third person beside Xueli row...My own opinion..Xueli changed place wif another girl in her row to the second girl is becuz she wanted to talk to Jian wei..And there's onli xueli and another gurl in her row..Xueli, from second person's place..She moved to third person's place to talk to Jian wei..Den when we moved off..They 2 started walking together and talk to each other already...It's like..Automatic they walk together and talk together..And..Isn't this another OBVIOUS thing to see? From our school to NYJC...They walked together and talk together..Almost forgetting other ppl...When we reached the place where we're suppose to watch the concert(dunno how to spell it)...The 2 of them choosen their seats for 2 of them already..Other OBVIOUS thing to see again? Oh ya..I remembered..I was sending a sms to 1 of my fren..about more than 600 words..When i was about to send the msg..My batt went flat..I was so frustrated..Den in the place..I exchanged batt wif matthias...I used his batt to send my 600 over words of sms to my fren...Den i returned him..The band was cool..i like some of the music...Before the concert started..Wee tat,jia jie,jia hao,jia wen also came to watch the concert...Jia jie and jia wen sat behind xueli and jian wei...After the concert ended..I think jia jie asked xueli how she going home..Den i heard her say that she going home together wif jian wei..Den asked them wan to follow them anot..Den i was like freaked out..They already discussed to go home together...Den i was so angry..I rushed out and found money to go home wif..Den ming kwang caught up wif us..Den we 3 walked together..Untill the bridge..We walked seperate ways..I heard from shona or some other ppl that xueli is behind wif the rest..So i waited for them..Den i watched them come up the bridge..Xueli and Jian wei was walking infront of the rest together..They walked up the bridge..Suddenly Jia jie also walked wif them..They walked past me..Didn't say a word..I go to wee tat and asked them how they going home and where they going...Wee tat,jia jie,jia hao going to serangoon garden and eat...While jia wen and me go home...Well..In the end...Xueli and jian wei went home together..When i walked up my block..I saw a full moon...It was beautiful...Somehow i juz tot of Xueli and jian wei again...Den i went home..I talked to nathalia..I explained to her wad happened..While telling her, i was on the verge of tears...She told me not to.Cuz its not worth it...I saved my tears from dripping...My anger was vent..I said so many things..&lt;br /&gt;  After all this things had happened..Isn't obvious enuff already? She tells me that she dont like Jian wei...The next day..On saturday..That is yesterday..They went for the "xiang shen bi sai". Den again...Xueli sat wif Jian wei..I dun noe about that..Mayb becuz tze charn sit wif yuan xin? Or xueli volunteered herself to sit wif Jian wei, fearing that he might get lonely...I dont know..But all this things are so obvious...Xueli..Why do u still haf to deny when ur actions are saying it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112218924155459036?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112218924155459036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112218924155459036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112218924155459036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112218924155459036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-112143876990551822</id><published>2005-07-15T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:46:09.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well..After all these things that had happened..Look at what had happened..Someone told me that she no longer haf the feeling for me anymore...She told yuan xin tt I nv cared for her...I dun understand her...Did she ever cared for me? Does she understands me? When I'm unhappy..When I'm sad...Its obvious through my expression and attitude...Juz look at what will she do to me...She'll juz make me more heart broken..When I'm sad..She laughs wif her frens and joke around...What about me? I'll juz be looking at them laughing away..She's laughing happily away...She knows that im not in a good mood..She juz laughs infront of me..Leaving me alone to suffer...Is this wad i get in return? Whenever her expression is frowning...I will ask her wad happen? Not happy? And she still tells her fren tt I dun care about her..I wonder what in the world is she thinking about...She says i dun really understand her...I dun know which part she thinks i dun understand her...I juz want a happy relationship and juz...Love...I dun want much more..I dun want any heart breaking scene...&lt;br /&gt;  Why do we quarrel? When i say something..I'm juz joking around wif her...She takes it seriously...Den she gets angry wif me for a night..for a day..and so on...When i joke wif my other frens..Within a few mins, they juz forget it...Her frens joke wif her...I think she forgets it too...Again? Me? Always getting angry wif me often? I told her im only joking wif her...Den she still is angry..I tried to explain..She'll say forget it...She tried to explain..She'll onli explain half way through..Den she'll say forget it...But she still is angry wif me...She's angry wif me...I feel so lost...So helpless...The next day I'll be sad...The next day I'll be moody...What about her? The next day she'll be laughing wif her frens already! I really dont know whether I'm a fool? A laughing Stock? A person who has been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;  The first thing is...Was she serious about being wif me or wad? She didn't know how it'll feel like being in a relationship...Or she wasn't ready for a relationship?  If u were to asked me wad was my option i would choose..I would choose didn't know how it'll feel like being in a relationship...I hope fate will bring us together again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-112143876990551822?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/112143876990551822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=112143876990551822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112143876990551822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/112143876990551822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/07/well.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111822317136063834</id><published>2005-06-08T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T17:32:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry..I haven't been writing for a long time..Now my June Holidays started..Today i went for my prefect interview..I woke up at 7:30am and Xue Li told me tat it starts at 8am! So i quickly went to bathe and ate a piece of bread...Finally, I rushed out and took a cab to my school...While i was inside the cab, Xue li sms me and told me tat a prefect told her that the prefect's interview was at 9am! I was totally annoyed becuz i wasted my $4.20 on the taxi fare when i'm not late...&lt;br /&gt;  When i reached school, I saw Xue Li and Stessen talking to each other in the canteen..I was surprised tat Wee tat was not there yet..And wondered if we were the only ppl who were chosen to be prefects..After talking abit..Stessen was a big flirt...Beggining of school, I heard tat he likes Xue Li...After quite some time...I heard he likes a girl from sec 2...Name is..."Cherry"? And sometimes even in class, he writes on his arm " I love Xue Li". I was like so freaked out...He likes Xue li, den Cherry...Den back to Xue li...Den juz now...In the canteen..He said tat a girl from North Vista is giving him a chance..Den i was like..HUH? So many girls? Wat in the world was he thinking about? Having so many girls at 1 time?&lt;br /&gt;  After much chatting...Wee tat came from behind us..And we chatted about maple..He said he today would want to do "Party Quest" wif me...Den i was..Ok...Quite awhile later...A few prefects came to us and told us can we help them to shift some tables and chairs for them in the multi-purpose room...Den we went up and helped them...&lt;br /&gt;  After helping them..They asked us to wait at the Teens Hub..They gave us some boxes and some marker pens to write and decorate the box...We wrote the word Prefect and some other school values...While doing that..They called out names to go in the Multi-purpose room for the interview...My fren was the first 1 who was called to go in, as we were the first...I was so nervous...After Xue Li went for her turn..She came out and told us wat questions they asked..She oso came over to help us decorate the boxes..It was excellent! I luv them...SO creative and decorative..Den i went in for my turn...I greeted the teachers and sat down on a chair..I was not so nervous after all..Cuz tat was the first time tat Mr.Tan(DM) was smiling so happily...The senior prefects all had smile on their faces too...So, i was relaxed abit...After all my class boys had their turns, we went to the place where the board games were kept...We had some arm wrestling...haha...so funny...All trying their best to win their opponent...There was a time that while i was talking to Xue Li, suddenly she stopped and kept looking into wee tat's eyes..I wonder why too...&lt;br /&gt;  We waited for almost 2to3hours for the interview to end..Cuz we had to wait for other ppl's turn..We had no break to haf our lunch or anything like tat..After the interview, we went to help Mr.Peh to carry some boxes to the NPCC rooms...Den we had our camp briefing...But anyway i can't go for the camp...Cuz i'm going overseas..On a cruise! haha...So, after tat...Everybody went home...&lt;br /&gt;  After i reached home..My sister and mother came back from the vet..I heard tat my hamster died while waiting for the vet...I was so sad...I looked at "HAMMY" for the last time..I finally could touch her..Her fur was so smooth...But there was no life in her...There wasn't any atmosphere..I dunno how to phrase it...But i wanted to touch her when she was alive...When she could crawl on my hands and i could feed her...She could cudle on my hands to sleep...I wished i could do that..But i couldn't..Everytime my father tried to touch her, he was bitten..Anybody tried to get close to her..She would try to bite that person...I really was sad..She didn't see me for the very last time...I guess she saw me yesterday night or evening..&lt;br /&gt;  I went to play computer after that..My mother cooked "congee" for me..I ate it..It was Nice! I wanted to haf another bowl..But there was no more left to eat...I went in maple, I went to meet Xue li, the first thing she said was after she lvled up, she would go and play Gunbound wif Sheng yang..She knows that I was so FREAKING DARN ANGRY wif him for taking 70k from her for no nuts reason..And when i talked to him in maple, he didn't want to reply me...I smsed him, he didn't want to reply...He even told Xue li not to tell me tat she gave him 70k! HE'S SUCH A LOWLY SHAMELESS PEEP! SUCH A COWARD! DID SOMETHING WRONG AND NOW HE WANTS TO HIDE FROM ME! WAT KIND OF PERSON IS HE!&lt;br /&gt;  Right now, I guess she's still play wif him in Gunbound..I really...Wonder...If anyone...Really understands me...I feel I'm so useless..Such a failure..Feel like...Crying silently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111822317136063834?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111822317136063834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111822317136063834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111822317136063834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111822317136063834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111650447161352535</id><published>2005-05-19T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:07:51.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yesterday I went for my roller blading...I didn't know much...But at least, i learnt how to glide and stand up...It was fun!!! Today, I went to Laboradol Park or wateva park is that...I went there for a Geography Trail...When we got there, What i saw first was only trees and leaves...The teacher said we had to do pair work..The teacher asked me to go with Enos...He's a very quiet and not active boy..In the bus, xue li said to me that we could do together wif 4 people together! Den, I was happy wif that sentence...We went deeper and deeper into the forest...We had to draw and solve questions...Xue li and Enos drew the pictures of some plants...It was sooo funnie!!! Haha...Well..After the trail, we got back into the bus and went back to school...During our free time, before going back to class after the trip, Wei chi and me wanted to go up...But suddenly Wei chi said he wanted to buy french fries...So we went back to buy...When we were on the way, suddenly someone shouted and a fight broke out..From where i stood, I could see everybody standing still and watching them fight..I was shocked to see wat was happening...Before i went to buy food, I already saw few of our class girls were at the place where they fought...And Xue li was one of them...The fight was quite awhile...I looked around, no teacher was around to assist them..I really wonder why..After the fight was over, Wei chi said, he dont want to buy anymore...We went back up...When we were on the way, I saw Xue li and her frenz...I asked her was she afraid when the fight broke out? I could see from her expression that she was really really afraid..She told me she was afraid...When we all went up to the third floor, Xue li cried becuz she was very very very shocked by wat happened earlier...She told me the guys who fought were juz beside her..Juz a few cm away...I could understand that...Cuz when i was quite far away from them..I was already shocked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    During chinese lesson, our teacher gave us back our papers..And now we all know our marks...Xue li got 60+ for her chinese i think..I onli got 55!!! I was disappointed in all my marks...None of them were above 80...Xue li's mark was below mine...I really did not expect her to get that low...When she knew her marks were that low...She cried..Espcially her history..She failed her history and she immediatly cried..I juz wanted to comfort her..But i couldn't..I cant..I dont know wat to do...Juz wanted to say: " The papers were difficult, try harder the next time round"...But i juz couldn't say it out! Instead, I said other things...Those things i said to her and tried to comfort her, hurt her more..She cried more...At that time, I really felt lousy..Useless..Unsuccessful person...I kept thinking and thinking over it...I wondered if i was the problem...Did i appear in her life and made her be distracted and not concentrating on her exams? If i was the problem in letting her getting high marks for her exams, I may give up on her...I will do that if there's the only way for her to get high marks...I really hope she'll get higher marks for her CA2..And hope there'll be some way out...Mayb I could go study wif her before the exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111650447161352535?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111650447161352535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111650447161352535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111650447161352535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111650447161352535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-i-went-for-my-roller-blading.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111599647648846261</id><published>2005-05-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:23:45.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooo...Hoooo....I finished my exams..Finally...So happy, so long never write any post...So happy that my mid-year exam paper finished...But the results are yet to be out...My greatest fear is that I'm afraid that I'll fail any of the subjects..Today, i finished my papers and went home to bathe and went out..I went out wif a few of my classmates to watch a movie..I was expecting to go bowling after that, and i already told Xue li before hand that i wanted to go bowling and watch a movie...In the end, we went to watch "Coach Carter" and after the movie ended, we went home straight...Before the movie starts at 3:30, I went around the shops to look for the handphone keychain that has a boy and a girl one...I wanted to buy that for Xue li and myself, den we'll haf both each a half...But after i went around the shops..I found none of them were attractive...Some were some stupid cartoon characters...I wanted to find something more meaningful..But it didn't come out...When we got into the theatre, I sat right inside...Xue li was sitting beside me..I was so happy..Duh...They bought popcorn and drinks...I didn't buy either popcorn or drinks..juz bought a cup of "Ka-cang"...When the movie started, after awhile...I held Xue li's hand...I wanted to keep her warm, but i think in the end is she kept my warm wif her warmth...She used both hands and hold my hand...At that time, I really felt warm...Because she gave me warmth..."Wen nuan"...I wanted to used my hand and put over her shoulder and hug her to give her warmth...And even put the hand-rest up and out of our way...And let her lean on me...But I'm scared that she'll fell asleep too...I was too afraid to put my arms around her...I didn't haf the guts to do that...But mayb next time I'll have the guts to do that..After the movie, we went to take neoprints, and that's the part when i hated it the most! I hate taking photos...I'm not a photogenic person..I'm not suitable to take photos...I look real terrible and horrible in the photos...Xue li was the opposite...I realized something about her today...But I wun mention it in my blog...Everybody would be seeing her secret...So, I'm going to end it here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111599647648846261?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111599647648846261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111599647648846261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111599647648846261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111599647648846261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/05/wooo.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111486932834062336</id><published>2005-04-30T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T21:55:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Haiz...Guys..I dont know what to say or do..I dont know what did i do at the first place...I didn't know why did i say those things or do those things to her..I juz feel bad and sad for now..I keep saying i wanna die to xue li..For no freaking reasons...I went to appear offline, and I've recieved a e-mail from Xue li...She said, after I've said those things..She gave up on me..I dont know what in the world have i done and have i said to her..Now i really regreted what I've said..After holding hands, having fun and fooling around together...Is this the end? Is this how it ends and is this the result for what I've done and did? I'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111486932834062336?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111486932834062336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111486932834062336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111486932834062336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111486932834062336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/haiz_30.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111477918854639254</id><published>2005-04-29T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:48:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oww man...Day be4 yesterday I told Xue li, I would grab hold of her hands...Yesterday I tried to hold her hands but she moved her hands away...I didn't succeed in holding her hands...Today, after school,I saw Xue li at a table at the canteen...I went over and ask her wat was she doing...She said she was doing maths, den i saw her hands was like asking me to "Siam" so i went out of the school...I know she will send me a sms...So i walk around outside the school and bought a can of drink, she sent me a msg and said" wah...today go home so early ah..."Den i replied and said that she asked me to go away...She said that she was doing maths...Den ask me go back and play...Den i went back...She still was doing her maths...So i went to buy pizza, Suddenly saw my sister and i went behind a wall and hid...Haha! Den finally we went out and played true or dare...We played and 1 or 2 rounds..den suddenly Wee tat and the rest went to buy Water..They drank and Poured water onto me...Pour here and there already...Wee tat took my bottle and gave it to Stessen..I stood on 1 spot, and told Stessen i was waiting for him to pour on me...Den he poured on me...Without any notice, Xue li was behind me and she got wet too! Darn Stessen..I told him to pour on me! Not Xue li! She almost cried...After all that rubbish...We contiued wif our true or dare...I got dared...I was dared to eat the sweet i gave her from her mouth...I wanted to, but suddenly Wee tat or yan mei changed the dare to Holding her hands and walk 1 round...We did and after that we went to a basketball court outside...While walking there...We bought water...After buying water...I grabbed Xue li's hand and walk...I felt so so happy at that time when she didn't mind...I held her hands till we reached the basketball court...The boys played basketball while Xue li went to the bus stop near-by and checked out wat bus she could take to go back...But unfortunatly there wasn't...So, after my game...She said she had to go back...I accompanied her untill 1 bus stop away from where im from...Den we had to say "Good bye"...I wished i could be wif her alone...Chit-Chat and hold hands(If walking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111477918854639254?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111477918854639254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111477918854639254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111477918854639254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111477918854639254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/oww-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111459462917005405</id><published>2005-04-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:49:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Haix...I didn't mean to be angry..It's juz that today, Yuan Xin went to pour the orange juice on my shirt! For NO DAMN FREAKIN REASON! She was shouting shouting shouting along the way...Den suddenly she turn around and poured the drink on my shirt! I was so angry..Well...She didn't say a single THING and walked away...That is so unreasonable..Not even a soft "Sorry"...She even poured the orange juice onto Xue li's books! I onli haf 2 words to describe her..."Pian Xin"...She said sorry to xue li and helped her to clean...Argh...I hate Yuan xin...She is the most irresponsible and unreasonable girl! At least Xue li went to sms me and tried to comfort me...Still...Xue li is the best girl in my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111459462917005405?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111459462917005405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111459462917005405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111459462917005405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111459462917005405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111433251622759726</id><published>2005-04-24T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:49:23.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmm..After Xue Li told me that when i got jealous, she had no freedom..So I've not been jealous lately...So, these few days I've been happy and she had freedom and happiness..Yesterday night we were quite mad when we were smsing each other..I called her Dear, she'll call me dear...I called her Lao po, she call me lao gong..I call her darling, she oso call me darling....We were mad at that time..Haha..So mushy...The thing i like the most was the msg she sent me...This morning she sent me a mms...It's Mickey and Minnie kissing each other...And the msg came out of the kiss was..."I love you forever"...It was the best MMS i've recieved though...However...She said she would wan a stead after her "O" lvl...Or mayb even after after her "O" lvl...I was disappointed at that time...But after much thinking...I think that it made sense to have a stead after "O" lvl...Secondary 1 is too young..Secondary 2, streaming...Secondary 3,Studying for "O" lvl already...Secondary 4, Only a few more months to revised for "O" lvl...I don't know if she thinks this way...But! We made a promised...We won't "Bian xin"...And that was a happy thing for me...Well...I'll end here... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111433251622759726?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111433251622759726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111433251622759726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111433251622759726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111433251622759726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm_24.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111418109619580599</id><published>2005-04-22T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:49:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hmm..Should i say the good or bad news first...I think i shud say the good news first..The good news is that..I'm happy..Really happy..The happiest moment of my life...Becuz..I've juz got a msg and I'm really happy about that message..I hope that it would continue n carry on for the rest of my life..I hope it wont end...I wished that TODAY,22th of april,2005...I wished this day would be everyday..And it would keep repeating and repeating itself..Alright...The bad news..Ready? Ready or not...Ready? OK! The bad news is that..I think someone sent me a msg plus a link...Not really sent..It's auto-send..After I saw it..I somehow, immediately click on the link and opened it..And there..I had the virus..I was playing maple half way...I was whispering to someone in maple, and the chat box had all the e-mails that is those people who's online in my contact list..I went back to windows and saw that everyone online had a conversation wif me..And had the link too..I hope they didn't click it though..I told Xue Li not to open that programme which had a virus..She was stubborn and insisted on opening it..She opened it and there, she had the virus in her computer..I think its called Download.trojan and Spybot.Worm...If u see any of these msg popping out of ur msn..Pls..Pls do not click on it and open it...It'll result in only having ur computer have the Virus or Worm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111418109619580599?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111418109619580599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111418109619580599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111418109619580599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111418109619580599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111391971674444666</id><published>2005-04-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:49:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Keke...I so happy..Firstly..My Chinese improved alot..Secondly..my maple lvl is 43...Thirdly is...IS...I'm happy and she's happy!! I'm so happy!!! Finally she understand my feelings...But the credits goes to BRIAN!!! My cousin..The so called "love expert" haha...He helped me to talk round Xue Li...I didn't know what did he do, but i guess he said something that made Xue Li wake up..Hehe...Thankz, Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111391971674444666?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111391971674444666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111391971674444666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111391971674444666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111391971674444666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/keke.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111374060448772074</id><published>2005-04-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:49:59.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Haiz...This girl..Is a gud gurl..She helped me in many many ways when i wanted help from her..She didn't asked much from me though..We had a small problem though..The last few days, I had some jealous thoughts...And so on...She kept calling me a "Liar", So when i went offline...As i was going out for a Grand birthday Party at somewhere...Be4 i went out for the dinner...I read her e-mail, she said she wanted to forget someone in her mind..And today is the day when she'll forget him and give me a chance...I sms her and told her, if she and him is still in contact wif each other, forget about me..But she said they lost contact..I really regreted wat i've said to her after she sent me that e-mail...Now I've no idea, NO idea...NO FREAKIN Idea how to face her and talk to her...I kept saying I'm not worth her...I made some hurtful words that made her sad...After that, I think she might have mistaken that I've given up hope on her...I didn't say "I've given up on u"...I onli said that..Dun bother about me and my feelings..So, mayb now...I dont know wat to say..I dont think its possible and i think its possible...I'm really confuse right now..Anyway...I hope for the best...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111374060448772074?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111374060448772074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111374060448772074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111374060448772074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111374060448772074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/haiz_17.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111347708628777475</id><published>2005-04-14T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:11:26.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O hoho..Some1 asked me to open my mouth...Dun be so glumy..Getting jealous everyday..So I've decided not to show my expression that im jealous..As Yuan Xing said...Xue li had no freedom becuz of me..She said i get jealous whenever she was with a boy..And treated her like a dog, becuz she cant talk to boys n all that stuffs..must listen to me..But i didn't noticed she had no freedom..She said she dun like me, why must i do this and that to make her like that...I said, if she dun like me..She shouldn't haf bothered to look at me and think that I'm jealous..But ..I'm really Sorry Xue li..After listening to wat Yuan xing said..I begin to smile all day after my recess..After school I went to play table tennis...As outside the hall, there is no more tables left...We, Jian Wei and sheila(Alex) went to the first floor table tennis table to play..Suddenly Xue li and Yan mei came..They look at us play..I thought i shouldn't haf smiled..But in my mind..Yuan Xing words came into my head...Den I, again did come out wif a smile...So did Xue li..They went away...sheila(Alex) we continued playing our table tennis...I've learnt abit of the skills...But not good at it though...Around 10mins later, Xue Li and Yan Mei came back..They wanted to play too, so sheila lent yan mei the bat, i lent Xue li...Though the bat was not mine..After a few observation of them playing table tennis..I can see that their not bad in it though..Juz that they laugh too much..Haha..Tried to play like badminton style wif table tennis..A few boys walk past the table...Can see that Xue li and Yan Mei know some boys that i dont expect them to know..Surprising though...Quiet, but no idea how they get to know these ppl..The guy from Secondary 5 in the Gardening came to watch the girls play table tennis...He keep lookin at Xue li...Lol..So farnie...After the 2 girls went for their CCA..He said he wants to play wif me..So i played wif him terribly..I think he was once in the table tennis CCA? Could be though..Cuz he plays quite well...I did many misses from him...Haha...That's why i said I played terribly wif him...Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111347708628777475?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111347708628777475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111347708628777475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111347708628777475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111347708628777475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111339083492034603</id><published>2005-04-13T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:50:38.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Guys..I'm broken hearted..I dont know wat to do and how to do..Today, after school..I went to have my lunch..After my lunch I wanted to go home..But I saw Ki meng and Jian Wei staying back..I ask them why are they staying back in school? They said their going to play table tennis..Since i was free..I went to play wif them..We played so happily..I went up to the hall to see was there anybody around at the another table tennis table? I saw nobody playing but i onli saw Xue li n the rest talking happily on the floor..So i went back down not to disturb them..Suddenly, Xue li and Stessen they alone came down the staircase and went to the fitness corner..After a round of table tennis wif my fren..I went to take a peek at wat they were doing..I saw Xue li climbing the monkey bar and Stessen watching her..That was the time that i was really broken-hearted...They didn't come back to the staircase and go up again..So i went to take a look again...I saw nobody was there..I guess Xue li told Stessen to go up by other staircases..Mayb at first Xue Li didn't expect me to be at the table tennis table downstairs..After awhile later they came down again..Followed by the other 1E1 pupils..No idea why they came down and play when upstairs have 2 tables...Xue li stood at the wall doing nothing...Den she and Tze Charn went to pick Saga seeds..I carried on playing table tennis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111339083492034603?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111339083492034603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111339083492034603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111339083492034603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111339083492034603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/guys.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111305670529834379</id><published>2005-04-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:51:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Omg...I type a long blog and i forgot to copy the whole thing and when i publish, the page could not be displayed...My whole effort and time was wasted! But I'll juz briefly say wat i was writing...On thursday I went to the Sembawang Beach to clean up the beach for CIP hours...Be4 we went to the beach, a guy made me jealous and when we went to the beach, he made me angry again...But after half an hour of cleaning up the beach...A girl started to write Gary love Xue li...After another girl saw it...She started to write on the sand too! After that...The whole class started to follow!!! So, me and Xue li was embarassed of cuz..So we started to use our shoes to rub over it to clean the words away...After wat had happened...The next was Speech day..We went to the coffee shop...Xue li,Yan Mei,Jia Wen,Sheng yang and me..We met Mrs.Chan and Mrs.Tan..Mrs.Chan followed us to the beach tat day..She suddenly said" Hey, this 2 are girlfriend and boyfriend rite?" Then we were like...Omg??? Even the teachers thought that..u noe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111305670529834379?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111305670529834379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111305670529834379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111305670529834379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111305670529834379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/omg_09.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111278020058395937</id><published>2005-04-06T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:51:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today again, I didn't managed to get my piece of Art work to my Art teacher...And tomorrow I'm going to haf Art! I hope he will not fail me..But i think he usually fail ppl work because of re-doing and pass up too late...&lt;br /&gt;Haix...Xue li..In Gunbound u say something..Next day, forget everything..Always happening..Make me so sux loh..Haiz...Hope u can remember things better..Not onli studies..Wah seh...Onli few weeks u play..Den suddenly so pro liao..Dunno is ppl teach u to play or u naturally a Gunbound expert man...Lost u so many games when i using laptop...Sianx..I reboot(uninstall everything from computer) my whole computer again..Haf to download Gunbound again..take another 1hr or so to dl it..Same to Maple...Msn...Haix...Hope can buy new monitor sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111278020058395937?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111278020058395937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111278020058395937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111278020058395937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111278020058395937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-again-i-didnt-managed-to-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111269959946110403</id><published>2005-04-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:51:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Omg...On thursday i had my Art lesson, the work i did was not approved by my teacher.He said, "Go home and do another new work..." So, on friday i gave him my work, he find it not up to standard, though he didn't say a thing, i can see from his face...So he gave me some examples of wad the other classes had done...I went home, on Sunday, did my work.Monday, I gave him back the Piece of Art work...He still did not approve it...Instead, he gave me some ideas on how to improve my Art work...On Monday I did not went home to do, cuz the next day i had my Maths Test...I've juz finished doing it though...So tomorrow I'm gonna give him my Art work....Wonder if he's gonna reject it again or FINALLY approve my Art work..May the Art work bless me...My poster colours are all going to be used up! My white and yellow are already used up!!!! He so...Fussy..But, overall...He's like a durian..Spiky outside, but inside is soft and nice...&lt;br /&gt;Today after my Maths Common Test, I went to the school library wif Xue li and 1 of her fren..We wanted to borrow the computer to use it...But too many ppl were around to use the computer therefore, we didn't use the computer...Instead, we went to borrow Chinese Chess to play...I was a bad player when i was in Primary school...But when in Secondary school,I play quite well...I played wif Xue li first...Haha...I could easily win her..Her Chinese language is good...But her stradegy(dunno how to spell) is bad...Haha...Her fren could not win me too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111269959946110403?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111269959946110403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111269959946110403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111269959946110403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111269959946110403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111245033603597678</id><published>2005-04-02T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:51:56.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Haiz...The girl said something that hurt me alot...I dont know if we will be together...Maybe in future we'll be together...Maybe not...I hope she'll accept me though...Hey...Now i start playing MUonline...Anyone plays? Haha...I have nothing to write, cuz i dont wanna talk about the girl anymore...I got a "new" sister...She's not excatly my Real sister...She's juz from my pri Sch, this year pri.6. Her name is sort of abigail?But i call her Abby though...Sounds better..She got 3 stead be4..So flirt horz...Haha, Juz kidding...When she angry, Alot of "F" words will come out of her mouth..We contact each other mostly from Smsing...If we had problems, we'll tell each other...I keep telling her to not talk about "love", she said, ok...But in the end...After changing subject...We'll be back to the "love" topic...She's like me,lovesick girl/boy...Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111245033603597678?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111245033603597678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111245033603597678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111245033603597678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111245033603597678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111234515998208741</id><published>2005-04-01T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:52:17.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yoz guys...I got married with the girl i like!!! Haha...Juz kidding...April Fool! Today I told her that I've gave up on her...Den she said, my business meh...And she did actually said "Good"! Omg...I was diappointed in her....Wonder if she was acting only...Or mayb she was real...Wanted me to give up on her...But i believe she was only trying to act that she was happy...Haha...I ask her again, will she like a boy...She said, no...Hmm..I was quite happy about that answer...I ask her why? She said she dont wanna find one...Den i said, that means i dont have a chance to be with you? She told me not to think wildly...Wad does that means? She's giving me a chance??? WOooooOOOhooOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111234515998208741?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111234515998208741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111234515998208741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111234515998208741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111234515998208741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/04/yoz-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111226471075353908</id><published>2005-03-31T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:52:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Woo...I'm feeling lucky...I like this girl from my class called...Dun wanna say it out though...She's a perfect girl. She is Kind-hearted, pretty, cute, fair...Juz nice for any guys...She's the monitresss of my class in fact...I told her i like her in the first 2 months of the year...Actually i said i like you, den I said that i was actually playing a fool onli...She said next time, dun joke with this kind of stuffs...So the next few days i told her i like her, and it was not a joke...The days past...I asked her if she like me? The answer is...Dont wanna say it out...Den you can say...We had fun, we had joy...We had seasons in the Sun..Haha...Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111226471075353908?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111226471075353908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111226471075353908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111226471075353908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111226471075353908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11710534.post-111189833633686719</id><published>2005-03-27T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:53:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yoz...I had my apendicitix(Dont know how to spell) operation on Saturday i think...It took less than an hour! After i went back to my ward...I was under Moffin...I was really sleepy and drowsy...I remembered that the nurse ask me would i like to take the tablet or the syrup...I said I'll take the syrup...She gave me 2cups of syrup...And it sux! I vomited becuz of it! In the end i told the nurse to give me tablets...Den i felt better...The hospital food is TERRIBLE! I didn't really eat when i was in the hospital...When i was discharged from the hospital, and i reached home...i felt so GREAT! Hmm...The next afternoon...My mum cook my porraige...It was Fantastic! I kept eating when i was home...Compared to the food in the hospital...The hospital food is really tasteless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11710534-111189833633686719?l=myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/feeds/111189833633686719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11710534&amp;postID=111189833633686719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111189833633686719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11710534/posts/default/111189833633686719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfirstandlastkiss.blogspot.com/2005/03/yoz.html' title=''/><author><name>ƒroš†y Jäilßird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06999727966886645248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
